Chapter 1169 Four Percent

In the observation room of the Survival Institute, Yegor took off his glasses from his face, his fingers trembled slightly, and he took a deep breath. No matter what, he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

"The Great Mystery doesn't even have any resistance..."

"As expected."

The dean's hands were still inserted into the pockets of the chemical protective suit, and his posture and movements had not changed from beginning to end: "The Great Mystery itself is based on the current situation and is built to imitate the functions and structure of Gaia. No matter how rigorous it is, The structure, no matter how much effort was put into it, is still an imitation of Gaia and the gods.

In front of the real thing, it does not have higher authority - for Gaia, the Great Mystery is not an opponent, but food. "

On his mask and on the inside of his thick glasses, countless readings were changing rapidly, and finally the final data was calculated.

[Recovery level - 9.46%]

Compared with Gaia in its heyday, it is only a ruin that is less than one-tenth.

But no matter how many, due to its nature, it has made him exempt from more than 90% of the current attacks and countermeasures.

"Back then...I mean back then..."

Yegor took a deep breath and looked at the dean: "In the files that the leader will show me, are what happened back then true?"

"..."

The dean was silent for a long time and nodded.

"That's right," he said.

An invisible barrier was erected around the two of them, and the dean said calmly: "We did kill the old Gaia back then, using the elements of destruction..."

To be precise, it is the fusion of elements of destruction!

If you want to destroy the current situation, what can be more convenient than the power of the destruction elements?

But if you want to protect this world, you have to rely on the power to destroy it, which makes people feel extremely ironic and ridiculous.

The entire process is personally operated by the fourth-generation dean.

In the projection of the three pillars descending, Gaia was forced to expand the core, and then, using the specimens of [Decomposition Dream] and [Cosmic Light], they were fused in the artificial miniature hell.

The scar that exists in the subconscious of all living beings, and the light of death that exists in the deepest part of the universe - the moment the two merged, destroyed the six creators and the eleven departments of the Continuing Academy in the Utopia, and then, Gaia's consciousness is completely killed.

But after so many years, the lamentation of old Gaia has not stopped.

The remaining grief turned into coral clouds and celestial seas, floating endlessly in the current sky.

This regret lasts forever.

"The analysis of the Ring of Rebirth has been released."

The dean suddenly said: "What Bronze Eyes guessed before was correct. That thing is essentially the activated wedge of God."

By analyzing the structure of the god, a blank body was created in reverse, and after ignoring the user's status, the user was forcibly activated...

The research on the Utopia was indeed about to be completed back then, and it was just a matter of breaking through the final barrier. Unfortunately, the final obstacle that stood in the way was not a barrier.

But the ranchers themselves…”

As a redemption object created for the White-crowned King, the Ring of Rebirth is equivalent to a container and a trumpet, which allows the White-crowned King to move freely in the form of an incarnation while his body is frozen.

It doesn't matter whether you have power or not, but that this consciousness can operate.

Even just sitting there, motionless, for the American pedigree, this is a symbol that can increase morale tenfold.

Since the White Crown King, for the American pedigree, the previous generations of pedigree owners are just temporary generations, and no one can reach the glorious heights of the past.

If one day, the White-crowned King can be resurrected, even the feathered serpent who was kicked off the throne will probably wake up from a dream.

It's a pity that if the rancher's erosion and attraction are not resolved, the White Crown King, who is the key target, will not be able to wake up, otherwise it will only speed up the solidification in vain.

After the fall of the Kingdom of Heaven, the only survivors left in the world were those who were lucky enough not to have participated in the alliance of gods. However, despite this, they were still dragged into the abyss by the first wave... and basically the ones left behind They all rely on the blessing of various powers and blockades, and cannot even use more divinity.

"Yes, did they only take away the Ring of Rebirth?"

Yegor thought of a bad possibility: "The entrance and key to the White Crown King's resting place were backed up in the Utopia back then..."

"You cannot ignore this possibility, but don't worry, the White Crown King will not be used by the abyss."

The dean replied, and his calm tone was like the law of narrative, short, straightforward, and reassuring.

If the Golden Dawn wants to use the Ring of Rebirth to resurrect the White-Crown King, regardless of whether the White-Crown King will cooperate or not, even if he doesn't pay attention, the first person to be killed after waking up must be the Golden Dawn.

The White Crown King's fame is not due to his powerful power. One-third of it is due to his long-term vision and planning. One-third is that he was able to start a new business after leaving the lineage of the Holy Spirit and successfully resisted the high pressure of the gods. and laid down roots in the New World. The last third is because of the backhand.

Countless backhands.

When the Holy Spirit's genealogy was at its peak, he was the first to see the crisis that was not far away, and laid the groundwork for his escape. And in the process of establishing the American genealogy, the countless contracts and different witnesses he took out from his hands made the gods restricted by the agreements they had made on various occasions that year, and they were unable to start with all their strength.

Until he fell asleep, he was preparing for the future. No one knows if such a being can escape being devoured by the rancher after being resurrected by the Ring of Rebirth.

If the rancher is unlucky... and lets him escape, the Golden Dawn may start to have nightmares. Being targeted by such an old Yinbi who has been living in poverty for thousands of years is no different than sitting in the middle of a sniper's scope.

After ruling out the possibility of the White Crown King solidifying, Yegor couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

But his expression was still sad.

Out of breath.

Even if you don't have to fight against the White Crown King, the reality in front of you will not change - Gaia's destructive power is still beyond everyone's imagination.

Last time it could be solved roughly with the elements of destruction, but what should we do this time?

"You won't use the same method to kill Him again, right?"

Yegor smiled bitterly.

"why not?"

The dean asked calmly, which made Yegor's wry smile freeze on his face and he turned around in disbelief.

"We have implanted the bones of the immortal beast and the spores of Bo Xun into the two ascendants on the chessboard respectively. Their mission is to persevere until the end.

If there is no other way, then the only option is to completely destroy the fragments. "

Along with the people inside.

Destroy this war and destroy your own spoils.

It doesn't matter even if you return in vain or even suffer heavy losses.

If you can’t win alone, then lose both sides!

This is the determination of the Surviving House.

"I finally understand why the Survival Council does not have an electoral system." Yegor covered his face and groaned hoarsely: "You guys are crazy..."

"Things have not deteriorated to that extent yet, Mr. Yegor."

The dean stared at the screen unwaveringly, and the electronic voice was just calm: "Such a plan has been made before. In the chess game, there is still the possibility of defeating Gaia.

Even if the success rate is no more than 3%..."

Snapped!

Beside the screen, a green light suddenly turned blood red, flickered, and went out.

Yegor's expression froze.

Another key strategic support has died?

But what made him even more unbelievable was the symbol on that lamp.

"The Sword Master...is dead?" he asked in shock.

The dean glanced at the sign indifferently and looked away.

tell him:

"Now, it's four percent."

Half a minute ago, under the broken night, it turned into the desert land.

The fierce battle at the top of the world has also reached its final result.

Snapped!

A soft sound.

The blade, which was entrusted with the world's ferocity, finally stopped between the exposed bones of the five fingers.

Immediately afterwards, the heretic king raised his right fist and punched it out boldly.

Toward the face of Kamizumi.

Shangquan only had time to raise his left hand, and then he couldn't feel his arm anymore, and along with half of his face... he lost consciousness.

All materials blocking the front of the Iron Fist were completely crushed into dust.

Immediately afterwards, even the right arm holding the sword was torn off, separated from his body, and flew into the distance.

pity.

Shangquan raised his remaining pupils and looked at the old man in front of him.

And the split in his throat that almost severed his neck.

Just a little bit...

Even so, he still understood in his heart.

Even if his body is still intact, he has no chance of victory.

He has obviously returned to the prime of life at the age of fifty-four and belongs to his peak period, but when he draws his sword and faces such an opponent, he still can't help but be... afraid!

It was like facing Shihan when he held the sword for the first time.

I felt fear and...death in front of that solemn-faced man.

When he closes his eyes, he will have hallucinations - what he is facing is no longer a human being, but an angry peak.

What the hell did this old guy figure out in the abyss?

Incomprehensible.

Is there such a monster still existing in this world?

At this moment, the outcome is decided.

The being who truly reached the pinnacle stretched out his hand, grasped Shangquan's neck, and lifted him up.

The turbid pupils could not hide the appreciation and regret from the heart.

During the long struggle just now, he unexpectedly... felt the long-lost trembling again.

It was really a hearty struggle.

On the outer Taoist king's throat, the crack was still leaking blood continuously and could not be healed.

Not just here, but also the heart, arms, legs, and even the lower body. All the joints and fatal points have left traces that cannot be healed due to the penetration and slashing of the sword. Even the soul, which has only recently recovered, has been traumatized by its own will.

It's different from Huai Shi, who just makes up for it with a swollen face.

He could feel that the person in front of him was a real genius, a person who was truly loved by struggle and killing. And what Shangquan lacks is just a little time...

If given time, he might not be able to win this round, right?

It's a pity after all.

The heretic king lowered his eyes and suddenly asked: "Why is such a good talent wasting away in his infancy?"

A hotbed of obsession with the present situation will ultimately lead to the inability to understand the real world.

The only ones fighting for the cradle are babies.

Only those who have truly entered the abyss can understand what kind of power is waiting for them ahead... There are endless worlds in which to chase truly precious things.

"Shangquan."

The heretic king suddenly asked: "Do you want to come to my side?"

In his last breath, Shangquan didn't answer, but just looked at him.

It was as if he was thinking about some incomprehensible question.

Soon, while choking and coughing, he couldn't help laughing.

Even blood and spit were dripping down from the corners of his mouth.

"What a shame."

Shangquan whispered self-deprecatingly: "After waiting for so many years...am I not the opponent of that bitch Luo Siwei?"

Compare that to the guy who knocked his teacher into the abyss with one punch.

Instead, he actually lost here for a while?

After learning the news of his death, that guy would definitely laugh out loud without politeness, right?

After a life of innocence, he had to suffer such a defeat.

He closed his eyes.

"Taike..."

Bang!

Blood splattered.

Under the destruction of Iron Fist, Shangquan's soul, along with his remains, were wiped out in ashes!

When the last offer of mercy was rejected, the heretic king no longer hesitated.

He gave his last respect to this powerful enemy.

——The final blow without reservation!

Crushing bones and scattering ashes.

Not a single trace of ashes or residue was left, and even the cards on the chessboard fell apart. Far away in the freezing cabin of the Survival Institute, the silent old man was shattered into pieces in an instant.

Destruction spreads, taking souls with it.

In the dead silence of heaven and earth, only distant thunder and wind echoed in silence.

He did not lament the passing of this powerful enemy, nor did he even feel any brief satisfaction in this hard-won victory. The heretic king turned around indifferently and walked towards the distance.

Where is the next opponent?

In the distance, the fallen sun burned, dyeing the world red.

The bloody flames crashed towards Gaia!

Damn, I forgot to thank the leader again...