Chapter 693: Death of ‘He Ao’? (Please Vote for the Super Large Chapter)

"Sir, I am willing to serve you!"

At this time, several C-level monsters around saw He Ao being suppressed and immediately rushed forward.

Hearing these words, Driss just raised his head and glanced at a few people, but did not stop them.

They were overjoyed, thinking that Driss had acquiesced to their actions, and then rushed over.

And when they were less than two meters away from He Ao, everyone's bodies instantly retracted and twisted into a ball.

"Sir...why?"

The leader looked up at Driss and struggled to touch Driss.

However, the expression on Derris's face did not change at all. He just stared at He Ao calmly.

Above this tall building, purple light spreads across the dark sky, and countless twisted lines undulate through the hazy light like spiritual snakes.

"Ah! This is... what is this..."

Twisted lines suddenly surged out from the bodies of those C-level people who had merged with the pollution monsters, wrapping around their bodies.

"Sir...it hurts so much...it hurts so much...what is this..."

These people roared in pain instantly, and their mutated limbs were entangled together, like octopuses being boiled alive in boiling water.

However, Driss's expression remained unchanged.

In He Ao's field of vision, under Chaoyi's gaze, these people's souls were quickly being pierced and torn into pieces by twisted lines.

Immediately afterwards, twisted holes began to appear on their bodies, as if something was devouring their bodies and souls alive.

Soon, the painful roars stopped, these people completely lost their voices, and even their bodies were dissipated in the invisible devouring.

Only the purple blood and dots of debris on the ground indicated that they seemed to have been here before.

While these people were dying, He Ao also clearly saw some kind of twisted lines circling on Driss's body, and the sense of oppression that pressed He Ao almost breathless was also rising.

"Are they the sacrifices you prepared?"

He Ao looked at Driss, his voice hoarse.

"yes."

Driss' eyes were calm.

"All these 'fusions' are the sacrifices you have prepared?"

He Ao continued to ask.

"They could be."

Driss' eyes were calm.

"ha."

I don't know why, but looking at him like this, He Ao suddenly laughed.

"Did you think of something, old brother?"

Derris looked at He Ao with calm eyes, and his tone was calm, like an old friend for many years.

"It just occurred to me that these people feed pollution monsters and call the ordinary people they catch as 'feed,'"

He Ao held his injured stomach, as if his abdominal muscles were twitching because of the smile just now, "And they themselves are just feed for others to raise."

In his eyes, Driss's soul was very pure and did not have the kind of suture that combined with the pollution monster.

Driss remains a purely human transcendent.

This 'hidden-faced man' who created the Cong of Evolution actually does not believe in the 'fusion' and 'evolution' of the Cong of Evolution. He just raises suitable sacrifices.

So he doesn't care whether the people who evolved really believe in the so-called 'gods', because these people themselves were not cultivated as 'believers'.

At this moment, He Ao finally realized why Driss preferred the "Nighthawk" who obviously had different ideas to be his successor compared to Shadow Cutting Man.

Because Nighthawk is a 'human', and Caiyingman is just a sacrifice no matter what.

Thinking of this, the smile on He Ao's face became even brighter.

Blood spilled down his abdomen.

Driss stared at He Ao calmly, twisted power swirling in his body. He did not respond to He Ao's emotion, but raised his hand. The soft sword in his hand was entangled with twisted lines, lingering in the purple light. among,

"Brother, I'll send you on your way."

At this moment, his pressure has completely suppressed He Ao. After the sacrifice, his power seemed to have been improved again, far surpassing He Ao.

He showed his greatest strength here, firstly, to give He Ao respect, and secondly, to avoid unnecessary complications.

He knew very well that to deal with a genius like He Ao, who was slow to change, the only way to achieve the final victory was to use thunderous means from the very beginning, kill him completely, and not give the opponent any chance to grow or escape.

Even though He Ao is so old now, he seems to have no time to grow up.

In a sense, he was indeed frightened by the 'talent' He Ao had just shown.

"Old brother," he looked at He Ao, raised his soft sword, and stepped closer, "You shouldn't have come today. I haven't seen an opponent as heroic and talented as you for a long time."

"If I hadn't come today, would you still say I was heroic?"

He Ao laughed hard and hoarsely.

With the success of Derris' sacrifice, the terrifying pressure on him became more intense, but he never fell to his knees. Instead, his originally hunched body straightened up little by little.

And the forces that oppressed his soul also penetrated into his body at this moment, destroying his body structure and making him weak quickly.

Driss stared at He Ao calmly, and stabbed He Ao directly in the heart.

He Ao raised the longer crutch with difficulty and tried to block the sword, but Derris pushed hard and the crutch flew out.

But He Ao also took advantage of this force and turned his body sideways. The blade of the soft sword deflected and pierced He Ao's chest, but failed to pierce He Ao's heart as expected.

But Driss was not surprised at all. He Ao didn't resist, but he was confused.

He did not draw out his sword and stab He Ao again. In fact, he knew very well that powerful extraordinary beings are difficult to kill. He also did not think about piercing He Ao's fatal point with one blow and killing He Ao.

As the soft sword pierced He Ao's body, the terrifying and twisted lines followed the soft sword and Derris's hand and sank into He Ao's body. Together with the oppressive force, it quickly destroyed He Ao's body.

This attack was his real trick to kill He Ao. It didn't matter where he hit.

At this moment, the two of them were very close to each other.

At this moment, He Ao suddenly showed a smile. His hand that had been holding the butterfly knife and covering his stomach suddenly suddenly drew an arc on his body with his index finger stained with blood.

The next second, countless twisted lines emerged in He Ao's mind, noisy and chaotic dance music played in his ears, and He Ao's soul was immersed in these lines.

Strands of twisted pollution spread along his consciousness, and the terrifying sense of oppression suddenly lightened as the pollution emerged in He Ao's mind.

Driss's sense of oppression does not come from himself, but from those twisted lines in the sky.

And He Ao naturally knew where those twisted lines came from.

Winding hills.

Driss actually used his own ability to communicate with the Winding Hill, and used the personality and power of the Winding Hill to suppress He Ao's soul.

But he is not the only one who can communicate with Meandering Hills.

In particular, Derris's sense of oppression is reflected in He Ao's perception, which is a kind of 'oppression of unbelievers'.

It seems to be a concept, the disciplinary knight's ability to coerce the pagans who do not believe in their own gods. This may be the disciplinary knight's 'ability'.

Although He Ao did not believe in the Winding Hill, he had once entered the Winding Hill and had a reflection of the Winding Hill in his mind.

In a sense, his connection with Meandering Hills may be deeper than that of Driss.

This means that when the power of Meandering Hill is connected, Heao's label of 'disbeliever' will be neutralized by the power of Meandering Hill, making Derris's 'clamp' weaker.

Of course, even without this neutralizing effect, Heao can still try to use these same-source pollutions to impact the oppressive power of Driss.

However, he can only use this move once. When Driss reacts, he will be on guard.

So He Ao has never exposed this connection, and has never caused these contaminations. He is waiting for an opportunity, waiting for an opportunity for Driss to approach him without warning.

At this moment, Driss also reacted and realized something was wrong.

He was originally going to draw his sword and leave immediately, but at this moment those winding lines had completely destroyed He Ao's body. If he let go now, it might give He Ao a chance to escape.

And if he stays, it only takes a moment, and He Ao will definitely die. Even if He Ao launches a counterattack, he may not be able to hurt him. He can completely trade his injuries for his life.

At this moment, he was caught in a decision.

However, he was experienced in the battlefield and made a decision almost instantly, and immediately prepared to draw his sword and retreat.

Just at this moment.

Easy to think!

Mental disturbance!

Under the dual effects of modified choices and mental shock, he finally did not make the action of drawing the sword.

It was a short stay, but it was enough.

He Ao tried his best to burst out the last bit of strength, raised the butterfly knife strengthened by divine consciousness in his hand, and pierced the center of Derris's heart with one knife.

At this moment, Driss finally realized something, but it was already too late.

Although Driss is very strong, he has not received any real pollution mutation from the gods. He is still a pure person. He does not have some special talent sequence. He only has one energy core.

He couldn't find He Ao's weak point, but He Ao could find his.

But only at such a close distance did He Ao have the chance to stab him.

What He Ao did was actually trading injuries for lives.

But if he were just a little late, he would be the one who died.

"Your talent sequence is more than..."

Driss opened his mouth, and as the energy gathering point collapsed, countless energies rushed through his body.

"Old brother,"

He Ao's hand that had been knocked off the crutches hugged Derris' shoulders from behind. Under the destruction of the twisted lines, his body had already lost much strength.

He used both hands hard, pulled and pushed, and once again pierced the butterfly knife deeper into Derris's body. The sharp tip of the knife penetrated Derris's back, and continued, "The opposite of 'listening' is." teller', while the opposite of 'listener' is..."

He paused and said, "The person hiding behind the scenes is the 'speaker', right?"

Dristong's hole suddenly shrank, and then he slowly showed a relieved smile. At this moment, his aura was extremely depressed, and the scattered energy after the energy collection point was destroyed has completely destroyed his body.

"Old brother, I don't know how you manage to possess two talent sequences, but the next step is your battle."

This powerful 'Punishing Knight', at this moment, died forever.

He Ao slowly backed away and pulled out the butterfly knife inserted into Derris' body.

After losing his support, Driss' body fell forward and fell to the ground.

At this time, rapid footsteps came from the stairwell.

Groups of people wearing uniforms of the Pollution Cleanup Department rushed forward.

As soon as they came up, they saw Derris lying on the ground. They were stunned for a moment, then raised their heads and looked at He Ao warily, not daring to move forward.

"Are there any flowers?"

But He Ao just glanced at them and asked softly, "Want a bunch of the best ones."

The people around were stunned for a moment, and everyone looked at each other. Finally, after a short silence, a person who seemed to be the leader turned around and said a few words, allowing a person in the last row to walk into the stairwell.

After a while, the departing man ran up, holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his arms.

He was originally going to give the flowers to his boss, but as soon as he came up, everyone immediately moved aside to make way for him to open an "empty road" that led directly to He Ao.

He was stunned for a moment, but he could only bite the bullet, walked towards He Ao step by step, and handed the flowers to He Ao.

"Thanks."

He Ao took the flowers with his blood-stained hands. He held the bouquet of flowers and slowly placed it in front of Derris's body. Then he held the hilt of the sword inserted into his chest, and with a sudden pull, he pulled out the soft sword. out.

With the splash of blood, the people surrounding him subconsciously took a few steps back.

He Ao also placed the soft sword in his hand beside Driss, and then slowly stood up.

If Driss didn't use the skill of punishing the knight in the end, and didn't try to suppress He Ao with the winding hill, if He Ao didn't have the power of super memory "Yi Si" to change his choice.

The one lying here now is him.

Driss was actually much stronger than him, and the opponent was most likely the most powerful person in the city.

But from the beginning to the end, from showing his talent to arousing Driss's vigilance, to using the power of Meandering Hill at the last moment when he was about to be killed by Driss, Driss was trapped in a choice.

Using the super-memory mark that was placed on Driss's body a long time ago but failed to trigger, he changed his final choice.

In fact, Driss was also walking into He Ao's trap step by step, although this trap was constantly conceived and supplemented by He Ao as the battle progressed.

In this battle, he actually had a lot of gambling involved, but if he didn't gamble, he wouldn't be able to solve this four B-level game.

Could it be that if he didn't come to the banquet today, he would really be able to escape smoothly?

Although some of them entered the city, a large force of the Kjet Group's mercenary group was still stationed outside the city.

If you don't gamble, you'll die, but if you gamble, there's still a glimmer of hope.

He Ao picked up the crutches on the ground, supported his body, and walked step by step towards the dining table.

There are two things on the dining table.

It's the same book, the one that Driss actually read when he came.

The name of this book is very simple, it's called "The Mystery of Talent Sequence"

He Ao stretched out his bloody hand, picked up the book, and flipped through it quickly.

His movements were very fast, like quantum reading, and those around him felt like he was flipping through the pages at random.

Then He Ao turned around and looked at the bookshelf behind Derris' chair.

The books on the bookshelf were all about current affairs or military strategy. He Ao randomly selected a few titles that seemed pleasing to the eye, flipped through them like a quantum reader, and then put the books back.

Finally, he walked around the dining table and returned to his seat. Then he looked at the suitcase on the table and slowly held the suitcase in his arms.

Then he just stood there, motionless.

The shadow of the dining table is stretched by the light from the rooftop.

After a while, the people around him dared to surround him.

The crowd stared at Ho O.

Soon, someone discovered that the gray-haired old man was still looking forward with his cloudy eyes, but his chest no longer rose and fell.

They waited a while longer.

The old man still made no move.

People around him gradually gathered around.

"died?"

There was a wave of doubt among the crowd.

One by one, they stepped forward and looked into those wide but dull eyes.

"Looks like he's dead?"

A bold young man stepped forward and pushed forward slightly, but without pushing.

But the old man didn't react at all.

So he used force again and pushed the old man forward.

The old man's body finally fell backwards, but he still held the suitcase tightly in his arms.

"Really dead?"

The young man was stunned.

At this moment, the breeze blew through the lights, and the scattered shadows swayed.

By the time everyone came to their senses, the old man's body had disappeared.

"not dead?"

The crowd was startled and quickly dispersed.

After a while, nothing happened around, and people gradually became quiet.

"That was just now..."

Someone whispered.

"Maybe Shadow Dog?"

"Shadow Dog? Nighthawk? Isn't Nighthawk dead?"

"If Nighthawk is dead, Shadow Dog is not necessarily dead. That beast is very cunning. This is not the first time we have suffered from it."

"What about this old guy...?"

"Maybe he's dead?"

"Like a nighthawk..."

"Then Director..."

——

"gentlemen."

A man in military uniform walked into the hall. He looked at the old man sitting in the hall with his back to him.

Bright lights illuminated the silent chess board in front of the old man, and the old man's eyes passed above the chess board, staring at the brightly lit city, "Speak."

"Dress..." the man paused, "dead."

The old man's eyes were calm. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the chessboard in front of him. He paused briefly, then he picked up the 'White Queen' in front of him, moved it out of the chessboard, and sighed, "After all, he is too old. Big,"

Then he looked at the black car that was in the same space as the 'Queen' before, "'Sito'?"

"Yes,"

The Junzhuan man nodded, "According to people at the scene, he was also seriously injured and lost his life, but the body seemed to have been taken away by Nighthawk's 'shadow dog' from before."

After hearing this, the old man was silent for a moment, and he stared at the black car.

But he ultimately did not remove the piece from the chessboard.

Men in military uniforms were also waiting at the door.

For a long time, the old man stared at the 'black soldier' ​​on the inside of the chessboard, who had been forced into the corner, and asked slowly, "The 'Yin Xia' who once had contact with Xi Tuo is still alive?"

"Yes, she escaped the roundup. She should be hiding somewhere in South City or West City now."

replied the officer man.

The old man's eyes fell on the black car that had penetrated in front of him. "Contact the underground agents in Nancheng and Xicheng, especially the agents who smuggled out of the city, and let them pay attention to the news of 'Yin Xiya'."

"yes."

The officer man nodded, turned and left the room.

The old man was still looking at the chessboard in front of him.

In addition to the unknown black rook and the black pawn forced in the corner, among the black chess pieces opposite him, there is a king with his back turned to him, a black bishop, a black queen, and a black knight. .

And some messy black soldiers.

The silence of the night slowly came over again.

The old man raised his head and looked at the city in the lights.