The infected players fell into despair one by one.
Compared to the scarlet sting, the spread of despair seems more frightening.
It is silent, colorless and tasteless, but it is better than all the poisons in the world.
Despair slowly corrodes the human soul in the most cruel way, and all the beauty turns to dust in the silent silence.
Once the valve of emotion is opened, it can never be closed again.
All kinds of thoughts that I would never think of under normal circumstances came flooding in at this moment, washing away all the rationality and sensibility in my mind. What remained in my mind was only the cowardly desire for liberation and the cruelty deep in human nature.
With the muffled sound of explosions, fireworks of blood and flesh quietly bloomed in the venue.
It dyed the pure white ground red, and also dyed everyone's eyes red.
The flames ignited by the battle grew weaker as they were stained with blood, and finally went out with bursts of sizzling sounds;
What was also extinguished was the flame of hope in one's heart.
The ideas in one's heart cannot be influenced by magic or swords, but despair can distort them and cause people to sink into eternal darkness.
The swelling on their bodies did not affect their movements, but their gradually beating hearts kept ringing the final death knell.
The infected began their final madness in desperation.
Some people squatted on the ground, holding their heads and crying;
Some people opened their arms and laughed wildly toward the ceiling;
Some people drew their weapons, first killing the people around them, then tightly gripped their weapons with trembling hands, and pointed them at themselves with full struggle.
The question is, is death really a relief at this moment
Bass took off the mask on his head, dropped the spear and shield in his hands, and gave Joet Brown an apologetic smile.
Most of his face was already scarlet, and his facial features became extremely ugly due to swelling.
"Goodbye, my friend."
Jobtran watched Bass's mouth open and close silently and read the last words.
In Joe Butran's eyes, these tragedies happening simultaneously became frozen-frame cartoons that pierced his heart.
Also completely shocked were the spectators who were isolated and doing nothing outside the venue.
They witnessed the complete massacre and were so shocked that they couldn't even speak.
Many people covered their mouths, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Many people were rubbing their hands in anger, looking eager to try, and claiming that they wanted to teach Arthur a lesson.
There were also rational people who tried to analyze what the strange scarlet color in the field was.
Merlin, who could have stopped all this, could only helplessly perceive it happening.
He had to sit in the center of the campus and preside over the operation of all magic balls to suppress the spread of the terrible scarlet pain in the medical area.
Hundreds of magic balls covered the entire campus, and only the great magician Merlin had the ability to unify and coordinate them.
Magic power continuously flowed out of his body to replenish the consumption of these magic balls, and he no longer had the energy to care about what was happening in the arena.
Given a choice between the dying contestant and everyone on campus, Merlin can only choose the majority.
——
“Hahahahahaha!!! Did you see that
This is my power! This is the majesty of being a king!
Useless ones, die!
Rebels, die!
Those who violate it will die!
Hahahahaha!!!"
Arthur himself was bathed in blood rain, but he was not affected by the scarlet pain at all. Instead, he acted like a madman who was intoxicated by it.
On the other hand, Joe Butran, who was standing behind Arthur, was not affected by the scarlet sting, but he was already dejected.
This is no longer a question of whether or not we can win, but even if we win, what can we do
Can the dead come back to life
cannot.
At this moment, Joet Brown even fell into a psychological vicious circle.
Self-examination, self-doubt, and self-denial.
"Everyone died because I wasn't strong enough to kill Arthur before he had an attack.
Why am I not strong enough
I exercise every day regardless of the weather, I have memorized so much knowledge, and I have so many magical weapons, so why can't I win
Are those all in vain
Before, I dedicated my life to the Holy Light. Now, in this hell on earth, where is the Holy Light?"
In the depths of Arthur's soul that was swept by the wind of origin, wisps of dark objects rose from the ground.
Those are emotions and negative energies that have been accumulated, forgotten, and forgotten.
All the ideals that had supported Jobtran, the lies that deceived himself, and the kindness that had been shown were now thrown out of the window.
It takes years to build a tall building, but it only takes a tiny ant hole to destroy it.
When a tall building collapses, it will raise dust;
When the mind is broken, it will sink into darkness.
Deep in Joet Brown's soul, at this moment, all disguises were torn off.
Jobtran faced his own ugliness.
The monsters that he had faced, the enemies that he had killed, and the souls that resented him were waving at him.
Once you sink, there is no turning back.
"Child of Destiny, nothing more than that."
A familiar mocking voice echoed among souls, and Jobtran's sinking soul suddenly stopped, while the people and things waiting for him on the other side disappeared into thin air.
"Give me your body, and I will show you what a true king is."
Joet Brown's mind woke up from his despair. This voice was familiar.
"Who are you?"
Joe Butran asked.
"You don't deserve to know, but you already know."
"Is charades fun?"
“I have been asleep till now, but I have been awake till now.
I have created everything, and I will destroy everything."
“What a big tone.
Are you the Holy Light that you never show to others?"
Jobtran twitched the corner of his mouth in self-mockery.
"The Holy Light? It's just a story spread by Nyarlathotep.
Humans cannot understand my existence and have given me different names and different images.
Oriental people call me Pangu.
Indians call me Brahma.
The Egyptians called me, Ra.
Now, do you know who I am?"
After hearing this, although Joe Butran looked calm on the surface, alarm bells were ringing in his heart.
He asked tentatively,
"The core of primordial chaos."
As soon as these words came out, the haze in front of me suddenly cleared up.
Joet Brown saw clearly what occupied the deepest and most bottomless part of his soul.
That's yourself.
He has my own appearance, the same height and even weight as me, but in essence, they are different.
The man had an evil smile on his face as he looked at himself slowly descending from the air in his soul.
"What do you want with my body?"
“Get what needs to be done done.”
“Will the world end?”
"How can we destroy something that never existed in the first place?"
"I don't understand."
"I'll help you solve the problem in front of you, and you'll help me get something from Merlin's treasure house."
"What?"
"I can't tell you now."
"make a deal."
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Arthur was still enjoying the arrival of the blood rain. He opened his arms and stepped his feet in the small puddles of blood, as happy as a child enjoying a rainy day.
What he enjoyed was not just the blood, but also the feeling of being in charge of everything.
Those who follow the will live, those who go against the will die.
This is the power that comes with absolute strength.
He did not continue to care about Jobtran, the broken toy, but happily admired his own masterpiece.
Joe Butran's body stopped swaying.
He took off the heavy protective clothing one by one.
When he took off his goggles, his eyes were closed.
He revealed his muscular upper body and let the blood fall on his body.
The sound of clothes falling to the ground made Arthur turn around.
"Oh? You gave up on yourself?"
Arthur teased.
Joet Brown didn't respond, but opened his eyes.
There was now a dark black circle in the originally red pupils.
When he opened his eyes, his snow-white hair turned completely black, pure black.
His aura suddenly increased after he opened his eyes, rising to the point where the entire space was shaking.
He stretched out his hand and clenched it gently, and a crack appeared in the space in front of him.
“It feels good to open my eyes.”
Joe Butran said softly, as if he was enjoying this piece of heaven and earth.
"You're not Joe Butron! Who are you?!"
Noticing the change in strength and temperament, Arthur immediately asked.
His instinct was constantly reminding him,
"Don't make an enemy of him!"
This is something that is impossible to happen.
I have never felt fear since I was born, but now I have this thought.
And this kind of thought gradually distorted, from fear to desire to surrender.
I was so proud that I instinctively wanted to kneel down on my knees to show my submission.
This was totally impossible, and it made Arthur realize that Joet Brown was no longer Job Brown.
“You have no right to know my identity.
You don't even know what you are, so why are you asking me?"
Jobtran, whose image had changed drastically, replied calmly.
Arthur stared at Joet Brown at this moment, unable to utter a word of rebuttal.
When he looked directly at Joet Brown, his thoughts would slow down, even become distorted.
A sentence that was passed down by the common people suddenly came to my mind.
“Thou shalt not look directly at God.”
"Could it be that the one occupying Joet Brown's body is a god?!"
This unrealistic idea was immediately denied by Arthur himself, but the fact is not something that can be avoided by deceiving oneself.
"You're not human! Who are you?!"
Arthur demanded hysterically, tearing his throat open.
He tried hard to straighten his body, but his knees slowly began to bend due to irresistible force.
I am the king! How can I kneel
"Noisy."
Joet Brown said this coldly, and Arthur immediately fell down, not only kneeling on his knees, but also with his palms on the ground.
Kneel down, Arthur knelt down.
"Ahhh! I'm going to kill you!!!"
Since childhood, Arthur has never experienced the feeling of having his dignity trampled upon.
He released his power desperately and poured the remaining two tubes of liquid into his mouth.
Obviously, the scarlet sting is highly poisonous, but in Arthur's body it acts like a stimulant, enhancing his energy.
The scarlet stinging power formed line after line on Arthur's body. These lines were like lost texts from ancient civilization, carrying endless magic.
This force supported Arthur to stand up.
His body began to grow taller, and in violation of any biological theory, he grew three meters out of thin air.
The strange body proportions began to mutate, and at the same time a gust of green wind came out of his breath.
Every gust of wind carved out bottomless grooves on the ground and even tore through part of the space.
There was no temperature in that wind, but it was absolutely icy cold.
If we understand it from a human perspective, that kind of coldness has already exceeded the limit of absolute zero.
If it were absolute zero, even the movement of molecular structures would be frozen, but this wind carried a colder temperature than absolute zero.
The molecular structure is almost indestructible, but the icy cold of this wind can shatter, tear apart, and reduce the smallest molecular structures to the most basic state of electrons, neutrons, and protons.
That is annihilation.
This is not the end of Arthur's transformation, but just the beginning.
His skin began to peel off his body, forming a yellow robe that covered his body.
Those scarlet lines seemed like decorations sewn on the yellow robe.
If the members of the Yellow Group were here, they would definitely shout,
"My Lord is mighty!"
At this time, Arthur's appearance was very close to the image of the legendary Hastur, the Yellow King.
The two legs turned into countless tentacles, spreading towards Joet Brown like living thorns.
Tentacles were about to wrap around Joet Brown's body, but Joet Brown only opened his mouth and scolded him.
"roll."
The space around seemed to vibrate because of the scolding of this word, and a colorful light floated out from the cracks in the shattered space.
And those tentacles that came at me with great force turned into ashes and fell to the ground.
Arthur exerted all his strength without reservation, and he was now a beast controlled by power.
A gust of cold wind blew out from the beast that Arthur had transformed into.
This is the most powerful attack.
Before this original wind, all living things will be frozen.
Joet Brown just waved his hand impatiently, and the gust of wind disappeared out of thin air, then he drew the two guns from his waist.
"It's almost time. If you keep playing, trouble will come."
Joet Brown muttered to himself, his eyes always paying attention to the colorful lights flowing out of the space.
Ebony on the left hand, white ivory on the right.
He stretched out his hands and raised them in front of his chest.
The black light and the white light entangled with each other, and in his hand, there was already a new weapon.
The devil and angel on the gun handle knelt to each other, but what they were kneeling to were the starlight and the boundless universe on the gun.
The trigger was pulled, and a huge energy wave condensed at the muzzle.
This energy does not come from Jobtron itself, nor from the energy storage crystal on the gun.
That was the power floating in the universe, which transformed itself into the bullets needed for this weapon.
It was just a gray light, an ordinary gray light.
The speed was neither fast nor slow, even an elderly person with limited mobility could dodge the attack of this gray light.
Arthur, transformed into a monster, couldn't escape.
The gray light locked onto Arthur's body tightly. No matter whether Arthur used his tentacles or the powerful wind to resist, they were all ineffective in front of the gray light.
How can the power of mortals resist the power of the entire universe
Gray light entered the body, and the monster that Arthur transformed into was like words on a blackboard being erased by a brush, and even its existence ceased to exist.
"Tsk, so fragile."
Joet Brown seemed to complain slowly, and then fell down with a bang.