Everyone looked up and noticed the sudden scourge.
Crowd: What the hell! ! !
In an instant, no one cared about anyone else, and everyone immediately ran away in the direction away from Lin Hangzhi.
Cui Zuojing immediately delayed the time, leaving enough opportunities for everyone to run away.
Victor grabbed Lin Hangzhi and wanted to leave, but Hangzhi's legs were too soft to obey. As the target of divine condemnation, no matter where he ran, the meteorite would definitely turn around and hit him!
Lin Hangzhi watched the meteorite with its burning flame getting closer and closer. When it was only a dozen meters above the heads of the two of them, Victor roared, "Let's go!"
The key flickered, and they were teleported to Wang Que.
A loud bang accompanied the wild trembling of the earth, and the meteorite smashed into the place where the two of them were just now, smashing the ground into a huge pit more than ten meters deep. The cracks spread with the meteorite as the center, turning this once prosperous main road into a disaster scene in an instant. The violent vibration of the ground caused all the tall buildings in the distance to be affected, and the whole showed a slight tilt visible to the naked eye, just like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, maintaining a delicate balance.
Crowd: …
Lin Hangzhi was so frightened that his whole body softened like noodles, and his body slid down uncontrollably, almost foaming at the mouth. But he failed to fall to the ground, a hand stretched out from his armpit to hold him, the icy blade with the smell of blood pressed against his carotid artery, and the voice of Corberus was cold from the top of his head. "Don't move."
The man appeared behind him like a ghost at some point, so secret that even Victor and Wang Que, who were nearby, didn't notice. The wound on his side was still bleeding, and he was staring at the nearest Victor. If he read it right just now, this young man took Lin Hangzhi's severed hand out of thin air.
Each of these people is the same as the master, with his incomparable powerful ability.
Corberos clenched the knife even more, the sweat in his palm soaked the bandage on the handle of the knife, and said coldly, "Get out of here."
The first drop of rain fell, dripping on the bridge of his tall nose, very cool.
Lin Hangzhi was still soft, and the whole body was hanging on Corberus' arm, which saved a little effort. He didn't take the knife around his neck as a terrible threat. Victor was by his side. As long as he didn't cut off his head with one knife, Victor could be cured.
After experiencing the pain of severed hands and the fright of a meteor hitting his head, Lin Hangzhi has sublimated, his soul has been detached, and now there is nothing to make his heart that has been through vicissitudes feel fear, no.
"You're not our opponent," Victor said. "We're not trying to hurt morals—"
"You are going to kill him." Corberos interrupted him and said firmly, "Don't say those nice lies, you can't deceive me."
Not far away, Cui Zuojing's voice was calm: "He just wants to return to where he should be. In other words, as a person's morality, he should not have become an independent personality."
Corberus stopped talking, he understood that no matter what he said, these people must have countless reasons to refute him, and he didn't need to beat them with words.
Thinking of this, there was a stern look in Kerberos' eyes. The phantom calculated by the kernel appeared in front of Dong Zheng's eyes, showing the most likely next move of Kerberos. Before the opponent could actually make a move, a silver-white crossbow appeared in Dong Zheng's hands, shot an arrow, aimed, and pulled the trigger.
Corberos suddenly felt a sudden dizziness, but his ears still caught the wind from the arrows, and the survival instinct honed by countless lives and deaths made him dodge sideways, and he was about to cut Lin Hang. The knife in his throat turned around. The arrow of "ping" hit the surface of the blade, and the weapon that had been tempered countless times with blood directly collapsed into a small pit!
Victor took the opportunity to grab Lin Hangzhi back. Hundreds of insects crawled out of the cracks in the ground smashed by the meteorite, and climbed onto Corberos' feet almost instantly. It was as if an ant could kill an elephant, and no matter how brave a warrior was, there was nothing he could do about these countless insects. At this moment, another arrow was fired.
When the arrow was about to pierce the shoulder of Corberos, it seemed to suddenly hit an invisible barrier, stopping its rushing momentum. The next moment, the figure of Corberus disappeared.
The fluctuation of space energy caused the keys in everyone's hands to glow. Cui Zuojing turned his head abruptly and looked at the young man who looked exactly like Fu Zhe. The corner of the white scarf is like a white flower, solemnly as if going to attend a funeral.
—His own funeral.
With his help, Corberos was able to get rid of the insect swarm. The blood from the wound under his rib was not bleeding too much. This injury was nothing to Corberus. He stared at it. The uninvited guests who want to take away the master are so aggressive that even their eyes seem to stab people.
Daode's hand lightly rested on Corberus' shoulder, his gaze swept across everyone's faces, and finally settled on Cui Zuojing's face, paused, and said softly, "I remember you."
"I know." Just as kindness awakens memories of the past after seeing him, so does morality. Cui Zuojing took a step forward. He noticed a slight difference in morality and asked, "Have you ever seen a conscience?"
Dao Dao smiled, and he looked at Corberos with a tenderness in his eyes that only the two of them could understand. When he turned to Cui Zuojing again, there was only dripping indifference.
"Conscience?" he said casually, "conscience is dead."
"Dead conscience?"
Cui Zuojing was stunned. He never expected to hear such an answer. The power of space in morality is far stronger than the original goodwill, so he thought that morality and conscience had merged in some way, so he asked that question.
But he said his conscience is dead? What does "dead" mean
"Simply, literally, I killed him."
The rain finally fell heartily, just like the day when the conscience died.
The induction between souls not only exists between the body and the fragments, but also between the fragments and the fragments. Since Morality found that he was weakening, he has been trying to stop or delay this process.
Since there were three soul fragments split at the beginning, then... Could he strengthen himself by annexing other fragments
So Dao Dao spent several months locating other fragments. He had the power of space, and it was very convenient to do things. In the end, he brought Corberus, who had become his most trusted confidant, to the small world where the other fragments were.
The world was in chaos, and everyone on the wasteland was struggling to survive. It took a little effort for Morality to find the conscience that was hiding in the sewer at the time.
He was extremely embarrassed. He was wearing a black flute, and the moon-white robe that should have been gorgeous was now dirty. His face was exactly the same as the morality, but he couldn't hide the tired look, but in addition to the tiredness in his eyes, there was still something in his eyes. What morality often sees in one's own eyes belongs to the precipitation of wisdom.
He was alone, alone, no one paid attention to him, no one cared about him.
In times of crisis, conscience is always the first thing people choose to throw away.
No conscience is required here.
"Who are you?" Seeing the same person in front of him, he asked conscience.
"Didn't you already guess it?"
Conscience nodded, he was not flustered, glanced at Corberus behind Daode, and his eyes returned to Daode's face: "What did you want to do when you found it here?"
"I'm here to ask you if there is a way to maintain our own strength." Moral did not miss the obvious weakness of conscience, paused, and said, "Obviously, you don't seem to have either."
Conscience smiled, his smile was beautiful, gentle and hearty, as if all injustice had not happened to him, and he had not been abandoned by anyone, this is a smile that has never been seen on the face of morality:
"You are still delusional about those impossible things."
"It's better than some people who don't even dare to think about it."
"Why, no matter what, the ending will not change, you and I will eventually..."
"No." Morality interrupted him, "At least, I don't think it's impossible, because now I have a good way to try."
The cane tapped lightly on the dirty ground where the water was flowing, and made a soft sound. Morality stared at the conscience with a puzzled expression, and his voice suddenly became cold:
"kill him."
The knife of Corberus cut off the head of conscience in the next moment. Without hesitation, he moved his hand to this man who was exactly like the master.
Because he knew exactly who was his master.
Conscience couldn't even make an effective resistance. His head flew out, but no blood flowed out. Conscience's body turned into a little lavender light, attracted by the morality of the same source of power in front of him, and gathered around him.
Morality stretched out his hand, and the soul full of space power fell into his palm and became a part of him.
In the gray-black sewer pipe, the spot of light returned to the palm of the young man like a firefly, illuminating his face, and the man with the knife accompanied him, watching all this in surprise.
The sound of rain was rushing outside, and the rain curtain poured down from the opening of the sewer, dyeing everything outside into gray, isolating this small and dark world.
This is death without bloodshed, everything is poetic like an artist's picture.
Unprecedented satisfaction filled the whole body of Dao Dao, Dao Dao gently held the last spot of light in his hand, turned around, and said to Corberus: "Let's go."
Kerberos didn't ask anything, the only thing he noticed was the master's suddenly rosy complexion and the relaxation between the tight corners of his eyes and brows.
They left here and never went back.
Fu Zhe's morality... kills conscience
Cui Zuojing didn't know what kind of expression he should have for a while, no wonder Fu Zhe could only perceive the position of a fragment no matter what, no wonder morality has a more powerful spatial power than the original goodwill, he is not a simple one Fragments, but fused with conscience—
No, it can't be said to be fusion. He killed the conscience, which means that all he has is the power carried by the conscience fragment, and what about the quality that the fragment itself represents
Is Fu Zhe's conscience just gone
The author has something to say: I didn't expect it!