Five hours ago, late at night.
A hotel not far from Baoze, with luxurious suites.
"Forgive me for visiting late at night. But please believe that I have no ill intentions. Confessing my identity is my best sincerity." Hans, with sunken eyes and messy hair, sat carelessly on the sofa.
The dark pupils, the indistinguishable male and female voices, and the completely different temperament from usual, all warned Baker Richardson that this man was not the real captain Hans.
"Ancient demon?" Baker Richardson quietly tensed his muscles and stared intently.
"I am the master, you can call me Pojun." Hans smiled.
Po Jun... It can sneak into the hotel silently and come to me in the form of Hans... Is it the master whose clone can host others
Baker Richardson narrowed his pupils: "What did you do to Hans."
"His body belongs to me. My ability is to host. Without a host, I cannot become an independent individual." Pojun Master said with a smile:
"There's no need to be so angry. Compared to the big thing I came to discuss with you, the death of a mere subordinate is nothing."
"We have nothing to talk about." Baker Richardson quietly encouraged himself, and his muscles tensed up. Although he had never dealt with ancient monsters, and although he had learned about their power from Qin Ze, Baker Richardson Richardson is not afraid of ancient demons. On the contrary, they are very motivated to fight and want to compete with these ancient creatures.
Moreover, it is only a few hundred meters away from Baoze, so Qin Ze and other extreme masters can arrive in an instant.
However, the frivolous words of the master of the army broke all Baker Richardson's fighting spirit: "Do you want to know the inside story of the master's fight? There is a secret hidden in it that can subvert the world. No, subverting the world is not enough. Describe it. I should say... otherworldly!"
Baker Richardson's breath slowly returned and he took a deep breath: "You'd better give me a satisfactory answer."
The ancient demon in front of him was very cunning. It hit his weak point perfectly and made a request that he could not refuse. All this time, Baker Richardson had been thinking about the truth hidden behind the sudden resurrection of the ancient demon.
"Of course." Pojun Master smiled broadly: "As the president of the Superpowers Association, I'm sure you will be familiar with the Palace of the Gods. You know the deeds of the eight masters who were suppressed in the Palace of the Gods back then. But you definitely don't know the story behind it. The reason starts from the distant ancient times.”
"At that time, vicious creatures were everywhere in the world, devouring each other. The law of the weak and the strong was the rule that all intelligent creatures and low-energy creatures believed in at that time. During the long process of devouring and evolving, nine masters were born. That is us."
"We didn't know at that time that the nine were the ultimate that nature could accommodate. In the endless years since then, no master of the same realm would be born again. Our nine masters share the throne of the Lord of the World."
"But we are still not free. We are trapped in this world. Although time has no meaning to us, we can't do anything about it. It is a one-way long river. We are ups and downs in the river, from far away From ancient times to the present day.”
"One day, the earth suddenly rioted... Yes, it was a riot. The earth's crust moved, volcanoes erupted, the elements of the heaven and earth became chaotic, and the sun no longer shined on the world. It was like a sign of restoring order."
Baker Richardson's heart moved, and he vaguely captured the truth about the extinction of the ancient demon.
Was it a meteorite impacting the Earth, or a massive volcanic eruption that caused toxic smoke to block the sunlight and wipe out ancient life
"That's not a mutation caused by the power of nature, it's a fruit. It's the birth of the fruit that causes the strange phenomena of heaven and earth." At this point, the voice of Pojun Master fluctuated.
"Fruit?" Baker Richardson asked uncertainly.
Of course he didn't think it was the fruit in his impression, and he eagerly wanted to know the true identity of the thing called the fruit.
"Yes, fruit. No one knows how it was born, where it came from, and no one has even seen its true appearance. But we have all fought hard over it."
"We led our respective forces to fight for the fruits. It was the most brutal fight since the birth of the earth. It is a scene that you humans can never imagine. Unless one day you use nuclear bombs to wipe out the land."
"The melee lasted for a long time. In the end, the Lord of the Palace of the Gods won. The earth's fire spewed out and the volcano erupted. This gave her great help. It seemed that even heaven and earth were helping her."
"We were not willing to fail like this, so we entered the Palace of the Gods together, intending to work together to kill the owner of the Palace of the Gods and take back the fruit."
Baker Richardson nodded. This was consistent with what he knew. In the end, the eight masters were suppressed and "died" in the Palace of the Gods: "How did you lose?"
"I can no longer remember the situation clearly. After recovery, many memories have been lost. Every recovery after death is a process of reorganizing the soul. We will lose a large part of our memories."
For endless years, before the fruit appeared, there was no peace among the masters. Fights and killings often occurred, and accounts were deleted and re-trained not once or twice.
Usually when one party is beaten to a pulp, the other party will stop.
The genes between the masters are incompatible and cannot be swallowed. No one can kill the other.
At that time, there was no Qi training system, and there was no such thing as formations. In terms of creativity, ancient demons are far inferior to humans.
"But the Lord of the Ten Thousand Gods Palace did not succeed in swallowing the power of the fruit. It fell into a deep sleep, and like us, spent an immeasurable time in the Ten Thousand Gods Palace. Until twenty years ago, Li Wuxiang was bewitched by me He entered the Palace of All Gods with help and brought out the fruit and the Lord of the Palace of All Gods."
Li Wufan entered the Pantheon Palace last year, and it turned out that they were secretly manipulating it... Baker Richardson got straight to the point: "What is fruit?"
The young master took something out of his pocket and threw it to Baker Richardson: "You will understand after reading this."
Baker Richardson took it and took a closer look. It was a USB flash drive. As he walked to the desk and turned on the computer, he was wary of the Pojun Master.
The video was not long, but Baker Richardson watched it three times. The more he watched it, the more frightened and unbelievable it became.
"It's time!" Pojun Lord came straight to the point and expressed Baker Richardson's inner doubts. "So far, the power shown by Guozi is to go back in time. In the video, it was the first time Li Xianyu died, and his resurrection was not Because of his powerful self-healing ability, time is flowing backwards on him. You must have noticed it too."
"But the fruit is not yet ripe, so we don't know its true power, but we can deduce from the video that the fruit's power is to manipulate time."
"This is detachment, President Baker. We are immortal, but we cannot escape time. Fruit can make up for our regrets. If we are willing, we can even go back to ancient times and cause human civilization to collapse in an instant."
"No, this is not what I want..." Baker Richardson was silent for a long time before breaking free from this shocking news.
"But it is undeniable that you want the fruit." Po Jun said with a smile.
"so?"
"So, I ask you to cooperate with us and fight for the fruit."
"No matter how you look at it, Baoze has a better chance of winning. I have no reason to help you." President Baker shook his head.
The master of Pojun said "haha", "Mingren don't tell secrets, our chances of winning are indeed not high, but this is precisely the key to our alliance. Baoze wins, do you think you can be in the Wushuang Fighting Spirit, and can be in the Palace of the Gods?" Lord, can you steal the fruit from Qin Ze’s hands?”
"They don't want to completely trust you, and not telling you about the existence of the fruit is the best evidence."
Richardson fell silent.
It is right. If Baoze wins, he cannot get the fruit, but the problem is... .
"Even if you win, I'm still hopeless."
"We are different from Baoze. The alliance between the masters is driven by interests. If we unite because of profit, we will definitely break up because of profit. After destroying Baoze, we will each rely on our own abilities. The winner will get the fruits, and the loser will eat the dust." The Pojun Lord said calmly:
"But Baoze is different. They won't fight among themselves. They are monolithic. You have no chance at all in Baoze's camp."
Will I have a chance by forming an alliance with you
Baker Richardson began to consider this possibility. He was undoubtedly proud and arrogant, but he did not dare to say that he could defeat the master.
His biggest advantage is that he controls the Superpower Association, but Qingshi's ability perfectly restrains him.
Cooperating with the ancient demon is like seeking the skin of a tiger, and President Baker understands this very well. The other party did not cover up this point, but told him frankly that the winner will get the fruits and the loser will get the ashes.
"Does President Baker know about the Kusanagi sword?"
"What do you want to say?"
"In order to prove our sincerity, we are willing to help you deceive the Kusanagi Sword. This is also the purpose of coming to you today. Just imagine what decision Baoze will make after knowing that I have lost a Yakuza clone."
"They will inevitably start a war in advance. The Kusanagi Sword is an important strategic weapon and cannot stay underground forever. As long as you keep an eye on whoever the Kusanagi Sword is being used by during the meeting, you should stay close to him and we will create opportunities for you. .”
"With the Kusanagi Sword, you have the ability to kill the Yakuza and the Lord. This is the sincerity we give."
Baker Richardson fell silent again.
"You don't need to agree now, think about it carefully."
... ...
"laugh!"
Baker Richardson drew out the Kusanagi sword, bringing out a stream of black blood, exuding a pungent rotten smell.
He shook his wrist slightly, and sputtering red dots appeared on the ground. The Kusanagi sword is not stained with blood.
"Happy cooperation!" The young master opened his mouth and showed a stern smile.
Baker Richardson snorted coldly: "Aren't you afraid that I will stab you with this sword?"
The young master shrugged indifferently: "Then I will give you a first-class merit. Anyway, the death of the clone is not fatal to me. You also understand this truth, but you also lost the opportunity to form an alliance with us and lost the competition. Opportunity for fruit.”
"Human nature is greedy, and the pursuit of divine objects is the right of every creature. You don't need to feel guilty. This is how the Buddha's head should be."
The young master licked his lips and walked towards the Buddha's head.
Uh-huh!
A cold light flashed.
Baker Richardson raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to do?"
"Of course it's to replenish the body." The young master stopped and didn't get closer.
"Your food is there." Baker Richardson pointed to the broken limbs on the ground.
The young master said solemnly: "What if I have to eat him."
The atmosphere suddenly solidified, and after a few seconds, it laughed loudly: "Just kidding, the Buddha's head died with the Kusanagi sword and was covered in poison. I won't eat him. I still admire the human extreme. Hmm. , in our eyes, eating our opponent is the best respect for him."
Baker Richardson breathed a sigh of relief.
"The battle is not over yet. Next, you need to cooperate with me in a play. Heh, who do you think will come here next? Li Xianyu and Qin Ze, or the unparalleled fighting spirit and the Lord of the Palace of the Gods?"
"If it was Li Xianyu, he might go back in time." Richardson said.
"Then we will win."
Whether Li Xianyu can look back in time, the most important reference standard is whether the unparalleled fighting spirit and himself have lost their fighting power.
At this time, a faint golden light shone between the Buddha's head and brows. Before Baker Richardson and Qingshi could react, the remaining soul had already rushed high into the sky and exploded silently.
The golden light formed a giant Buddha with lowered eyebrows and clasped hands, illuminating the heaven and earth. After a few seconds, it slowly extinguished.
Like a grand fireworks, the Buddhist leader's beauty bloomed for a period of time.
(End of chapter)