Chapter 1150 The only Hope

Old Wang was also holding a heavy sword just now, he was happy, and forgot to remind him for a while, in fact, according to Old Wang's estimate, Jonas has already reached the peak of his foundation, and it will definitely be difficult to hold this heavy sword, but it is not like this. But he forgot that he thought it was easier because the flesh of the deified cells was too perverted, and the magic sword would feel lighter in his hands...

"Are you okay?" Wang Zhong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and wanted to pick up the epee.

"Don't move!" Flying Pig's heart was about to die, with a weeping look on his face, and the feeling of his eight fingers was completely numb at this moment: "Broken, broken!"

Damn, this is too stupid!

mirror world.

In the dark night, suddenly, a bloody full moon lit up from the sky! The dark red moonlight fell on this cursed world, blooming with fluctuations of magic power. In this fluctuation, one figure after another staggered out of the shadows, they twisted silently, and then they stood upright, looking up at the crimson moon in the sky, they were still twisted by the curse just a moment ago The killing monsters, now, under the moonlight, the souls of will are returning to their scattered cognition bit by bit.

"Aw..."

"No!"

The crazy curse faded away, and when the memory recalled from their minds, great pain rose from the bottom of their hearts, and they howled in despair.

Rebel Camp...

As the crimson moonlight fell, everyone came out at the same time and gathered in the open space of the camp. The flickering yellow bonfire seemed to dilute the crimson moonlight and illuminate everyone's faces looking at the sky.

Grief spreads, "The day of sobriety has come again."

"There is nothing more painful than this."

The curse makes people crazy, but it is a relief to be immersed in the madness of the curse all the time, but obviously, the managers of the mirror world will not give them this opportunity, the bloody moon that appears every once in a while, give All the exiles brought sane hours, a pain worse than madness grows in every survivor's chest, they suffer the kills they made in madness, they remember everything, how to kill, how to eat raw meat, thirsty for blood.

"You can't live, you can't die..."

With a long sigh, in the distance, in the crimson moonlight, a large group of ghostly gray spirit bodies emerged from the ground. Their spirit bodies trembled, and deep pain condensed in the depths of their souls. They screamed, but they couldn't scream, they couldn't vent at all, they could only suffer all the pain silently, and their consciousness, which had just been forcibly awakened, was being hit by terrible memories over and over again. Crushed, this made them collapse and collapse again and again, just like a huge boulder was blasted into gravel, and then crushed into stone powder, each time it was crushed deeper!

This is the truth of this prison in the mirror world!

Death is only the first step. The real torture is the soul after death. Even if they can survive the killing, they will tremble over and over again for their bestiality during the sober days. Killing may not shake them, but When the memory of crawling on the ground and licking blood rushed into their hearts, they immediately knew that everything they had insisted on had collapsed. Crazy is worse than waking, or at least crazy is forgettable.

Suicide on Sobriety Day? Of course there are people who have done such stupid things, but these idiots will soon know that they are dead wrong! Death is not the end, the soul is blocked in this mirror world, where the soul after death will be captured by the rules of this world, they are trapped in the dark underground, continuously accepting deeper pain, that is a This kind of torture is more direct to the essence than killing!

It will not be over until the last trace of soul is grinded by pain, and the last trace of soul is wiped out. No, the so-called end is just the guess of the survivors. Maybe the disappearance is not the final end, but another deeper new one. The beginning of the pain!

The soft voice of discussion suddenly became muffled, and then disappeared. All eyes were turned away from the crimson moon in the sky. A figure walked out from the main tent, and all eyes looked at him fieryly.

Dressed in Tsing Yi robes, their leader, their morning star, guiding lighthouse, is the Buddha Mo Wen who dragged them out of the curse, awakened their dignity, and gave them hope!

Mo Wen is closely followed by the "Four Great Believers" of the Rebel Army - the elephant man with a long nose is always standing in front, his sensitive nose can smell dangerous smells, and a proud peacock tribe follows Mo Wen Behind him, he glanced suspiciously at everyone who might touch the Buddha. On the left hand of the Buddha, there is a six-eyed monkey walking in step, with three pairs of eyes shining brightly. On the right hand is a The body of the Vajra family is as powerful as an artifact, and the huge body of the Vajra is enough to deter all threats.

The atmosphere of grief was swept away with the arrival of Mo Wen, and everyone's vision became firm. The rebels were sober, completely different from the sobriety brought about by Sober Day. What Mo Wen brought to them was The dignified self, he is the only salvation of the mirror world, as long as Mo Wen is still there, they will not fall into the sinking again.

And now, they're saving more brothers and sisters to join them!

Mo Wen stopped, looked around, King Kong knelt down in front of him, Mo Wen nodded slightly to King Kong, stretched out his hand to lightly touch King Kong's forehead, King Kong stretched out his excited hands, picked up Mo Wen and stood up. on his shoulders.

When King Kong stood up again, everyone had to look up to see Mo Wen. Everyone's eyes burst out with trust and admiration. Not everyone could get King Kong's kneeling, not even the Jindan strong. His dignity, vowed to be killed but not humiliated, only King Kong who died standing up! But here, King Kong knelt down willingly and offered his dignity to Buddha, which meant that he could give everything to Buddha.

Mo Wen was condescending, looking around every face, 1,016 rebels from different races.

Everyone respects him very much. Under the admiration of these people, Mo Wen can feel the improvement of his ability, which is an extremely terrifying change. He himself does not know what kind of strength he is now, especially His spiritual power is constantly getting stronger as the rebel team expands. This is an extremely wonderful feeling. Faintly, Mo Wen feels a key, but, like a flower in a mirror, the moon in the water is like a moon in the water. It can be seen that there is always a layer of film that cannot be broken through, and the real key points are still not grasped, and the details are still unclear.

Perhaps, as the rebel army continued to expand and gained more believers, he would be able to see it more clearly. Of course, although the strength of the rebel army is constantly expanding, Mo Wen still keeps a low profile as much as possible. The will to use this little power to fight against God's Domain is obviously hitting an egg against a stone, but what Mo Wen wants is not real confrontation, but using his way to give the earth a place.

"Everyone, it's another day of sobriety. In the last 11 days of sobriety, we only rescued one hundred and twenty-one brothers and sisters and joined us. Compared with the survivors who are still under the curse, It is far from enough, but fortunately, these 121 brothers and sisters who have suffered and suffered like us are all standing here today, none of them are missing, and none of them have left. They all choose to believe in me and believe in me. Thank you, everyone, for believing in our Resistance, and thank you all."

Many people in the crowd puffed up their chests. They were the 121 people who were rescued last time. Their eyes were particularly strong, their lips were tightly pressed, and their breathing was tight. They had a strong sense of mission.

And they will be the main force of this rescue operation.

"Remember, we try not to use violence, let people know we exist, let them come to us, of course, sometimes violence is the only way to open the situation, when it is unavoidable, we don't need to hesitate, everyone's safety is The first one, let's go!"

Mo Wen announced the start of the rescue operation.

Fallen city.

The days of sobriety brought by the bloody red moon vary in length, sometimes as short as three days before ending, and sometimes as long as a month, depending on each person's strength.

The Fallen City is the place God's Domain left for them to repent. Only by allowing them to experience the happiness of "living" can they be contrasted with pain. This is the true meaning of punishment.

Only here, they can still feel some of the feelings that civilized life should have.

"Have you heard of the Rebels?"

The tavern is already on the third day of Sobriety Day, and the wine that was sealed under the cellar has been opened. Although it is difficult to drink, the taste of civilization brought by the wine makes everyone who visits willing to buy drunk here. It's not intoxicating, and everyone is intoxicated, and there will always be new news of all kinds here.

In the past news, most of the strong masters finally failed to resist and died in a certain place, or some other masters were sent to this damn mirror prison.

However, the news they heard the most on these two awakening days was what kind of rebel army?

Against what? Mirror world? Or those prison councils that are high above and control them sober or sinking like gods?

Everyone is in prison, even if there is a sober day, they can be cursed at any time and lose consciousness, turning into a monster that can only kill and lick blood. Under such circumstances, what can you resist? How to resist?

Some old survivors who have lived in the mirror world for a long time have always sneered at such news, "Don't get involved, if any of you are newcomers, listen to me, in the mirror world, you must Don't die casually, death will not free you, it will only make you more painful, presumably you have seen those miserable gray undead before you came to the market, death will only make you into that kind of thing, you will suffer The pain will be ten times what it is now!"

"But I heard that there is something called Buddha in the rebel army, who can completely lift the curse and keep people awake."

"How is it possible? Did you drink too much urine wine? Lanmalot, what kind of broken wine did you brew?"

"Don't drink if you don't like it!"

Junkrat Lanmalot shouted back, he is the so-called "boss" of this dilapidated tavern, and one of the longest survivors here, and the wine he brewed is really not a joke, it is indeed like urine It's just as bad, but no one can blame him. Lamalot is indeed a master brewer, but it's useless to be a god here.

Lanmalot frowned when he heard the news about the rebel army, because he had already come into contact with the rebel army on the last sober day.

The rebels asked him to publicize for them. However, Lanmalot saw with his own eyes that they used strong violence to kidnap one of his old friends, the bear-man Gran.

Rebels? Anyway, Lanmalot doesn't believe those unreliable news at all now. At most, it's just a group of lunatics getting together to do crazy things. He has lived in the mirror world for decades, and he has seen too many such things. Poor old friend Glenn, without him, there is one less ingredient in Lanmalot's brewing. The bears can always get honey. I know that there is a piece of biological equipment called a hive hidden in Gran's body, which is usually used to summon swarms of poisonous bees to fight, but the greedy nature of the bear man makes it eat.

Poor Gran, Lanmalot shook his head. The reason why he was taken into captivity was most likely because those lunatics knew the secret of his hive.

Alas, without the honey, the wine he could take out on his next sobriety day would definitely not be as bad as urine, because he could be sure that it would be worse than urine!

Lanmalot focused his will on his brewing business as much as possible. As a person who can always be sober because of his racial talent, finding something meaningful is the motivation to live.

Just as he was thinking about whether to tell the good news that the next drinking party would be worse than this one, Lanmalot saw the door of the tavern being pushed open by a tall and familiar figure.

A smiling bear man walked in. He was wearing a white robe with a rune on it. This is not the point. The point is that this bear man is an old friend of Lanmalot, who can make his wine taste as bad as urine Honey Gran!

"Honey?!"

Lanmalot called out Gran's nickname involuntarily.

"Hey, bitch, are you still alive?"

"Grunt, are you alright? You're not dead?"

Gran raised his exaggerated eyebrows, and the expression on the bear man's face was extraordinarily rich, "You saw me being rescued?"

"Save? Didn't they kidnap you? Why are you still alive? You..."

"Hahaha, you old bastard, your Grandpa Xiong is alive and well, this time Grandpa Xiong is here to take you away."

As Gran spoke, he stretched out his bear paw towards Lanmalot, and the drinkers around him stared blankly. They obviously knew about the friendship between the bear and the mouse, so they didn't In a hurry to intervene.

boom!

Lanmalot didn't have time to resist, but was slapped on the ground by Gran's paw, and passed out. Gran picked him up and carried him on his shoulder, then smiled at the dazed people at the wine table: "Come on, Those who believe in the old bear will join the rebel army with me, and those who feel unreliable, hehe, we will not force you this time, the next sober day, the old bear will come with the old cheap mouse to prove that the rebel army is real, Moreover, it will bring true salvation to everyone!"

boom……

All of a sudden, the tavern became chaotic, and a few strong breaths rose slightly, but they retreated hesitantly. They wanted to stop Gran, but as soon as they touched each other, they sensed Gran's fighting spirit. It was completely different, it didn't look like a decadent who had just woken up from the curse at all, and the vigorous vitality made them wonder.

A few downcast figures joined Gran the bear, with desperate smiles on their faces. They didn't care whether Gran believed it or not. Anyway, their bodies had reached their limits, and they weren't sure if they could make it through the next time. The day of sobriety, following Gran over, the worst result would be to hand over the soul to this cursed world earlier.

Neptune Star World has unilaterally cut off its connection with the Star Alliance long ago, and the only teleportation field established there has also been closed. If relying on flying, even if the spaceship of the mechanical clan can reach the speed of light, it does not know how many years it will take to fly. Therefore, if you want to go to the distant dimensional world, you must go through the door of dimension.

The last time I came here, I stayed in the magic weapon supervised by the Titan. When I walked this time, the breath of the black vortex air flow in the dimension gate, even if it is far away from the entrance, people can clearly feel the mighty power of that energy. . It is a kind of wormhole energy. It may be more efficient and stable to use the rune teleportation array for short-distance teleportation, but if it is an ultra-long-distance teleportation, the wormhole teleportation can truly reach any corner of the fifth-dimensional world.

At this time, four figures were standing and waiting at the entrance of the dimension gate.

"His Royal Highness Wang Zhong." The leader is a fire demon clan. The appearance of the fire demon clan looks very similar to that of a heavenly being, but the skin is slightly red, just like Senior Sister Lavelle. If it is not for the slight redness of the skin, she looks the same There is no difference between normal humans: "I am Glaventur from the Star Alliance Guards, and I will be responsible for assisting His Highness in this mission."

"Fortunately, we have Captain Laugraventu." Wang Zhong smiled and reached out to shake him.

"Ihoro."

"Iga Swordman, Iga Thirteen, Iga Qianxi."

"I have seen His Highness Wang Zhong."

The four blood demons with goat horns reported their names, and the Iga clan can be regarded as the prosperous clan among the blood demons. There are many masters. Although they are all real pills, they can be vassals of the fire demons. Standing beside Glaventu, retreating half a body distance, he seemed quite respectful to both Glaventu and Wang Zhong.

When they were Earthlings, the Blood Demons could easily surpass Wang Zhong, but once they entered the Tianzun Class, their status and status became different. Not to mention how the Blood Demons would look at Earth civilization with high regard, but at least for Wang Zhong, they would It is necessary to maintain enough respect, His Royal Highness of Tianmen, in terms of status, can sit on an equal footing with many elders of the seventh-level civilization of the Blood Demon Race.

"His Royal Highness Wang Zhong should be the first Heavenly Venerable mission, right?" Glaventu said: "The first Heavenly Venerable mission is usually relatively simple, but the rewards are generous, which also reflects the importance that the inner sect places on His Highness Wang Zhong, such as this conquest of the sea. With the strength of His Royal Highness Wang Zhong, the Emperor Star's mission is a mere level four and a half civilization, and it can be easily defeated by one person, let alone with our assistance, it is easy to grasp."

"That's right." Ihoro is older, the elder of the four Gorefiends, and has always been Graventur's deputy in the Star Alliance Guards. He said with a smile: "This kind of low civilization, If His Royal Highness Wang Zhong is not used to the bloody world, you only need to declare their crimes directly, and let us do the rest."

(2-in-1, happy holidays, folks!)