The invulnerability of fast wear

Before he could figure out what was going on, the sound of iron chains binding heavy objects came from the wall, and the sound of huge water hitting through the cement was dull, and this small warehouse was instantly overwhelmed by some kind of unspeakable force. The mysterious force dragged into the water.

Yan Song looked at the window glowing with dark blue light, his expression moved slightly, he hugged the "juvenile version" Wu Xie involuntarily, and easily restrained the other party's struggle, he said with a smile:

"It was the same when I first met you—Ah Xie, you have to live well."

He restrained the boy's arms, stepped on the iron wall ladder, and smashed open the skylight under great pressure with one elbow, and the water poured in like a waterfall falling into the extreme.

Wu Xie felt a huge push to push him out of the small and dreary warehouse, and the person who could smile gently disappeared into the vortex.

Spitting out crystal clear bubbles, the young man wanted to swim back, but he tried his best to stroke the water when he was suddenly pulled back—he thought he was in a dream, because he saw the man named "Yan Song".

This man has a wide robe with long sleeves, like a goblin in the deep sea, floating freely in the water, and the indigo sleeves embroidered with dark patterns wrap the boy up. He feels that this man caressed his earlobe with a very loving attitude, but It quickly led him to break through the water waves above his head, allowing him to breathe smoothly.

"You are……"

Wu Xie wanted to say something, but the people next to him were dragged back into the water by the floating shadow.

Silently.

The young man was half-immersed in the water, looked up and saw Yan Song who was fighting the lizard monster in the distance, this young man stepped on the monster's head very arrogantly, and even distractedly taunted Bai Duo who was sitting on the mechanical spider, but no matter what Kill, the monster can only be repelled, not dead.

At the same time, Yan Song wearing a bamboo hat appeared in the jungle, and Bai Ze followed closely behind. The two fought in the air once, and soon returned to the dense jungle to fight.

Wu Xie didn't know why he could see so clearly. It seemed that after he recognized the reality during the sacrifice, his thinking began to become clear. A certain switch in the depths of his subconscious mind was so loose that it would fall off when touched.

He has been protected by Mr. Yan all the way until now, but as far as he can see, only Yan Song and Yan Song are left.

Does this mean that the other personalities are dead?

- Click.

……

"Louis."

The man who was dragged out of the water looked at the knight commander in silver armor and white helmet with stiff and empty eyes. He didn't even realize that his body had recovered. He seemed to be trapped in some kind of unspeakable illusion. Those eyes, as dark as the night, stared quietly, completely losing expression.

"Louis?"

Realizing that something might be wrong with the person in his arms, Garner was a little anxious, but the reality did not allow him to stop and check the reason. The monster that rose from the lake stretched out countless tentacles and wanted to crawl out. The knight commander could only hug him. The man got on his horse and threw a light array to block the monster's attack.

They quickly entered the jungle, but Garner still underestimated Baiduo's ability to control machinery—countless logging machines with automatic chainsaws were surrounded from all directions, and they moved very fast, almost ignoring any obstacles, and there were no trees to block them The footsteps of their pursuit, let alone human beings.

Garner realized that the situation was not good, and he must not let the obviously abnormal person in his arms be injured.

"Go to the city, remember, you must go to the city."

The person in his arms was motionless, and Garner was not sure if the other party had listened, but time was waiting for no one, he gritted his teeth and patted the light wings on the other party's shoulder. Fortunately, this person didn't seem to have completely closed his hearing. Before the logging machine gathered, he controlled the light wings and flew up slowly, like a body that was ordered, and began to execute the order dully.

The man's wings of light were particularly conspicuous in the blue clouds, and his trajectory quickly fell into the eyes of Yan Song and Bai Duo who were fighting at high altitude. Bai Duo almost coldly aimed the spider thorns at the "prey" that he could never forget. Unprepared, Song crossed the line of defense in an instant and stabbed the man who was flying.

The blood mist exploded on the blue sky like a cloud, Yan Song's pupils constricted, his teleportation ability was suppressed, and he was completely unable to rescue him in time. The expression on his face finally stopped being cynical, and he waved down with one hand. The drooling lizard monster was pressed into the ground with a "bang", smashing countless flying debris and branches.

And Wu Xie fell straight amidst the loud noise, and finally landed heavily in the arms of a young man wearing a suit and tie.

The young man immediately reached out to stroke the man's forehead, and hissed softly:

"It's hot, do you have a fever?"

"I think you have a fever."

A man with a gun appeared out of nowhere and shot through the young man's chest.

Vomiting a mouthful of blood, the young man hugged the person in his arms tightly.

However, the gunman still walked in front of him - the hot muzzle of the gun was easily pressed against the young man's forehead.

After the shots were fired, the kicked-off bodies rolled into the dirt.

Wu Xie's fallen body like a puppet was lifted up by a man with a gun. Yin Bai looked at the man whose expression had never moved, and laughed softly:

"finally found you."

At this moment, a silver sword pierced his lungs instantly, and after stirring, he drew the sword sharply.

The young man in white clothes kicked off the man in a suit who had lost his fighting strength, calmly lifted Wu Xie from the ground, carried him on his back without any trouble, and immediately led him quickly towards the city.

Bo Ze, holding a long knife, came with the wind, and the two of them clanged and swayed, and the Yanling knife was inserted suddenly, only to see the military officer in the flying fish suit standing with the knife, his eyes wandering between the two.

The Jade Dragon Sword let out a long and leisurely cry, Yan Song flashed past the two of them, Bai Ze couldn't catch up, and shouted:

"Stop him!"

Bai Ting stopped the other party as he said, the first time they fought, when they looked at each other, Bai Ting glanced at the man kneeling on the young man's shoulder from the corner of his eye, and when they met again, there was an unspoken tacit understanding spontaneously.

He didn't leave Yan Song behind, but turned slightly to let Yan Song go.

Bai Ze was so angry that he was about to chase after him, but he was stopped by the military officer who looked exactly like him in front of him - the eyes of this man were almost metallic silver due to the brightening sky, and the knife was as sharp as a human being.

"Whoever blocks the general and his majesty from going on the road will be killed without mercy."

The light in the sky is gradually brightening

……

Yan Song understood that Bai Ting was not a character in the world of martial arts after all, he could not beat Bai Ze in terms of force value, so he could only hold off for a while, to ensure that Ah Xie went to the end of the world smoothly, he had to stay to check and balance the opponent.

Calmly identifying the direction, he heard the sound of someone chasing after him 500 meters away. There is no doubt that it was Bai Ze who had already dealt with Bai Ting, and listening to his footsteps, his skill seemed to have been greatly enhanced.

The red silk carriage parked in front was very eye-catching in the overgrown forest, Yan Song hardly hesitated, when he used his sword to block the hidden weapon shot by "Ding Ding Ding" from behind, he stuffed the person behind him into the red carriage with one hand In the sedan chair, only the carriage was locked, and someone drove the horse with a whip, and said with a smile:

"The auspicious time has come!"

Yan Song stopped the bamboo hat man's quick blow, and in the gap of his rapid retreat, he saw that there was an obvious gap in the fiercely trembling jade dragon blade.

……

The existence of snipers is no accident.

He was lying in ambush on a tall building in the city, and in the scope was a young man in yellow robe driving a carriage. The moment he pulled the trigger, Fang Bai showed a kind smile.

He watched the frightened horse rushing towards the crumbling trestle not far away with the people in the carriage who did not know whether they were dead or alive, thinking that his task was almost completed.

But unfortunately, he didn't take a few more glances with the scope, otherwise, he would have seen a young man in a police uniform rushing over bravely to catch the shaking car window, and then shot and killed him in a state of madness. The horses in the middle and the coasting carriage barely stopped on the edge of the trestle bridge, and no accidents caused the car to be destroyed or killed.

This enthusiastic young man lifted the curtain of the car and pulled out a man from the inside, then stepped on the trestle bridge and quickly entered the city at the other end—but the moment he stepped into the steel jungle, the alarm bells everywhere were rang instantly.

The man in black came out of nowhere and shot at him with a "bang bang". They no longer care about how to maintain the furniture and equipment in this deserted empty city. No one will ask them to follow the order here. In this loose law In this area, malice is pervasive, and Yan Zhi knows that it is not good for him to continue hiding, so Fang Bai must have arranged countless people to participate in the pursuit.

So he rushed to the end of the world that only he could be sure of, and there were constant gunshots behind him, but he must not lose, Wu Xie must wake up, this is the only chance!

The young man ran wildly, and finally carried the man on his back to the edge of the rooftop—the instruction he received was to take Wu Xie here, and it was said that there was something that could wake him up.

But no miracle happened. The man lying on his shoulders was still stiff, and he didn't even feel the bullet hit his waist. He was like a large doll, calmly watching Yan Song's fight with the monster in the distance.

"Angkor, wake up."

The young man put the man down, patted his face lightly with his hands, and said anxiously:

"Do you remember who I am, talk to me... Angkor, I'm Yan Xun, can you talk to me?"

"Ha, he won't talk anymore."

A man with a cigar appeared here surrounded by numerous bodyguards in black.

Slowly putting the still burning cigar into the ashtray, he took the shotgun handed over by the person next to him, and pointed at the young man staring at him with hatred, his silver eyes gleaming brightly, with a mocking smile on his face :

"His consciousness has long been locked in another dimension—you actually only discovered it now, it's really...too stupid."

The shotgun bullets blasted a cloud of blood, the young man clutched his chest, and suddenly fell from the low protective railing, making a distant echo of falling death.

The unconscious man fell to the ground because he lost his support. His slender and sparse eyelashes were stained with blood, his face was covered with mud and blood, and there were traces of being washed by the rain. The suit jacket he originally wore to see the doctor had long been I don't know where it was lost, there are various marks on the snow-white shirt.

It makes people want to continue bullying for no reason.

"I really think of myself as a rag doll that no one wants."

Grabbing the other party's hair roughly and lifting him up against the railing, Fang Bai had a smile on his face, but his tone was gnashing his teeth:

"How about it, can't escape, are you desperate?"

The man didn't respond, only his breathing seemed to be a little short because of being held down.

"That's right, you can't speak now, and you can't control your body, but - soon you will be able to return to your original appearance."

With a jerk lift of the hand holding his hair, the man was forced to raise his head, his deep eyes glowed with glass, and he was indifferent to the threatening words.

Fang Bai was not in a hurry, he hugged each other's waist ambiguously, looked at Yan Song and Yan Song who were fighting hard in the distance, and said with a smile:

"As a human being, it's not bad that his consciousness can fight with these data for so long, but it's a pity - this is not his world, no matter how strong his consciousness is, he will be killed in the end."

Leaning close to the man's ear, he exhaled warm air from his cigar-like lips:

"I'm looking forward to it, the way you cried and begged me after you regained consciousness."

The moment Yan Song was bound by the lizard's sulfuric acid tentacles, Fang Bai heard the man gasp. The wasteland outside the city quickly turned into a swamp, and countless trees fell into the softened soil. The young man in white clothes standing on the driftwood was obviously at the end of his battle, and finally fell into the swamp together with Bai Ze, who had been entangled with him all along.

When everything turns into an illusion made of data, some kind of switch seems to be "snap" on.

Fang Bai watched with satisfaction as crystal clear teardrops oozed from those eyes hiding the darkness of the night, and under the completely clear sunlight, they shone even more, like gems.

But the man's expression remained numb.

The other party tried to open his mouth, as if trying to make a sound.

Fang Bai approached slightly, wanting to hear what the first words this person said after he regained consciousness.

What he heard was not crying, begging for mercy, nor sarcasm and abuse, but.

An extremely lethal IF statement.

"If I say Breakpoint."

The man's foggy pupils brightened up again, this time, it was the gesture of the Creator.

"The world will be Breakpoint."

The world shatters like a mirror.

Countless whites poured into his field of vision, and he saw a completely faded world of white molds, with no material, no texture, no gravity, only pure structure and countless names displayed in yellow, and a three-dimensional grid used to align the props of the entire world Lines - like walking into an unfinished area when playing a game, the whole world becomes edit mode.

Among these white models, he saw not far away the skyscrapers connected by countless optical brains, spreading out on the dome of this world like a solidified mushroom cloud, and the countless data that constitute it are being calculated, counting in hundreds of billions Producing realistic enough world modules, then building them, letting them run, and finally destroying, devouring, and recalculating them.

This is the universe created with data.

A world is a planet.

He took a step forward, but just one step brought him closer to this skyscraper in an instant—everything seemed insignificant in front of it, and so did he.

"Attention, attention, the fluctuation value of host consciousness exceeds, the fluctuation value of host consciousness exceeds, the fluctuation value of host consciousness exceeds..."

He couldn't recall specifically what kind of mentality he had when he touched this soft and rich mushroom cloud.

In fact, it was just a matter of a moment.

This still mushroom cloud suddenly flowed, and countless light spots exploded in front of him, just like the most beautiful fireworks in the last days. He was engulfed by the huge impact force into the center of the vortex, and his virtual body fell into the completely destroyed darkness together with this white model world. among.

……

after a long time.

He saw the water waves and light shadows swaying above his head, and he felt a sense of suffocation, forcing him to retract his abdomen and raise his head. The instrument that detected muscle dynamics immediately assisted him to sit up—the water flowed down his legs, and the frosted glass cover was gradually removed. .

In the process of his field of vision changing from all white to color, he heard the familiar electromechanical sound next to his ear:

"Thank you for using the Honkai System Therapeutic Instrument. Service No. 0001 is over. I wish you good health. Goodbye."

The returned memory was throbbing unsteadily in his brain. Opposite him was a similar healing device. The surging blue medicinal liquid was pumped out, and the firm frosted glass cover was slowly withdrawn. The man with amber pupils The man opened his eyes, looked over calmly, and instantly calmed down all his memories of running around.

The name that was always suppressed in the back of my mind suddenly revealed——

"Yan Song."

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Mr. Wu, go home

The real world: to be continued