Zuo Zhen could clearly feel the passage of life. It was like running water, flowing out from the wounds all over his body, causing this lively body to begin to shrivele.
He was like a doll with the cotton wool hollowed out, his skin tightly attached to his bones, and he was as bony as a ghost digging up a grave.
The air was filled with death, and the body turned scarlet, covered with burns from the corrosion of blood, one after another, without a single intact spot, as if the skin had been peeled off.
"Different..."
Zuo Zhen continued to whisper, it was like some kind of prayer or oath.
Dragging his tired body, his steps were slow at first, and then became faster and faster.
Facing swords, spears, and halberds, he felt no pressure at all. Instead, it was extremely easy. It was so easy that if Zuo Zhen still had some strength left, he might even laugh out loud.
His life was originally a meaningless nothingness, but now, this meaningless life is trying hard to create meaning.
Zuo Zhen didn't care about these things, but when he thought that this little bit of effort might become a way forward for others, he felt that it was not so bad.
The hard-coated bone spears broke through the air and pierced into the ground one by one, brushing past Zuo Zhen, leaving behind tiny spots of scarlet.
Amidst the scarlet blood, Zuo Zhen’s figure paused, then began to blur and break, leaving only dust that had not yet fallen to the ground.
Disappeared.
No, it was the anti-meme again. This treacherous power was devouring Zuo Zhen's body while also protecting him.
The intensity of the anti-meme is so high that even the out-of-control Roger finds it difficult to detect his actions in the first place, but Roger is not worried. Zuo Zhen is a mortal after all, and even if he can hide from his sight, he can't do anything.
Using the folding knife again and again seemed to be cutting and piercing himself, but it was all in vain.
Zuo Zhen is already at the end of his strength and he can't hide for long.
“Is it here?”
Roger shouted with joy, and thousands of bone spears stabbed fiercely to one side. The sound of flesh being crushed and bones breaking could be heard.
"If I were younger... If you were just a mortal, or just a witcher..."
A slightly weak voice sounded.
Zuo Zhen leaned sideways with his hands raised high. In order to avoid the attack of the bone spear, he reduced the area facing Roger as much as possible. The sharp blade cut his skin, but it was not enough to kill him. The folding knife in his hand had already pierced Roger's heart.
He wasn't sure whether a monster like this one had a "heart", but perhaps due to years of habit, Zuo Zhen instinctively carried out the fatal assassination.
"Look, if you didn't have the power of a monster, you would have been killed by me many times, Roger Cruz."
Zuo Zhen showed an impudent smile and laughed loudly at the monster.
"so what?"
Roger looked at him, then slowly approached, allowing the folding knife to penetrate his body bit by bit until it was completely penetrated.
“What’s the point?”
Roger was very confused. He looked around and saw silver fragments scattered all over the ground, blood flowing, and corpses everywhere.
Under the absolute power, the mortals' defenses were easily defeated. Their deaths were meaningless, just like the countless deaths before them. They changed nothing and were just committing suicide.