Creation: I Am Azathoth

After killing a skeleton monster, Lu Siyuan tried to inquire about that unknown existence before he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Under the ground one meter away, another bone arm stretched out.

Compared with the last skeleton monster, the bones of a dagger are cleaner.

"Wheel battle?!"

"Is this too much?!"

"wdnmd!"

Lu Siyuan couldn't help cursing.

Raise the ax and prepare for battle.

Facing the stronger skeleton monster, Lu Siyuan still had the confidence to hack the opponent to death with an axe while only suffering from skin trauma.

But what if after killing them, a stronger third party emerges?

After more than ten minutes, the development of the matter was exactly as Lu Siyuan expected.

When the second skeleton was kited to death by him, Lu Siyuan suffered a little injury.

Then, a bone monster with an obvious level of +2 crawled out of the ground, and let out a roar of unknown meaning.

"Roar!"

Holding a broken long spear, the bone monster launched a flaming charge towards Lu Siyuan.

then,

From the first lowest-level free monster, Lu Siyuan barely made it to the fifth round.

In the end, he was hacked to death by dozens of skeleton monsters.

the blood flowed away,

The cold numbs the pain in the body.

Vision gradually dimmed.

The next moment, it was like waking up from a nightmare.

"Ah!"

Lu Siyuan woke up with a cry, and before he had time to rejoice and reflect, a bone arm stretched out from the ground not far away.

He looked around and found that he was still in this ancient battlefield, and couldn't help cursing:

"Damn it! You're still fucking revived, tormenting me infinitely, right?"

Fighting desperately five times in a row, even though he was resurrected, his heart is still exhausted from the ups and downs!

Rebirth and release monsters, infinite torture.

"Fuck! Even if it's a game of gods, you have to abide by the rules! Don't play like this!"

In this scarlet full moon above the head, on the dim yellow land under the feet.

Lu Siyuan didn't know how many times he had repeated his life and death, and how many monsters he had killed.

From basic bone monsters, to corpse-stitched abominations.

Then he was killed by all kinds of demons and ghosts in black robes.

was killed,

Anti-kill,

was killed,

Fight back!

was killed again,

Fight back!

The urgency of the battle prompted Lu Siyuan's brain to concentrate and devote himself to the battle, leaving no time for him.

After subconsciously hacking the last starving ghost

, Lu Siyuan, who was left with only one eye and a lame leg,

With a strange spear,

The embankment guards against enemies who may come out of the ground at any time.

This time, however, no enemies reappeared.

A force entered Lu Siyuan's body, causing him another moment of worry.

"Papa papa!"

There was applause.

Lu Siyuan looked up and found that he had returned to the carriage.

The man in the fiery red heavy armor in front of him said with a smile on his face:

"You performed well, you can persist in Martial Pavilion for so long."

After several days and nights of fighting, Lu Siyuan finally remembered that he was thrown into that space by the man in front of him.

How much time has passed?

Lu Siyuan looked at the mobile phone the man was holding, and the time displayed on it was 00:21.

Lu Siyuan felt a chill in his heart.

He fought for several days and nights in that battlefield full of weapons and monsters, but in reality, only a few minutes passed.

And this man called that battlefield "Wuge".

As a combatant of the Abnormal Bureau, Lu Siyuan naturally knew a lot of knowledge.

Wu Pavilion is said to be a training ground built by Shang Yang during the Qin Dynasty to stimulate the combat effectiveness of the army.

It is not an attic, but an empty training ground.

certainly,

Looking at it from the perspective of the revived myth,

In the pre-Qin era full of Taoism aura, isn't the Martial Pavilion a government institution that mass-produces extraordinary people?

Lu Siyuan was startled, did this man throw himself into the Martial Pavilion just now?

No wonder there can be infinite resurrection, and there are endless weapons and all kinds of monsters.

Coupled with the special time flow rate difference, Lu Siyuan experienced dozens of days in just a few minutes of effort.

Then the pre-Qin period,

Tens of thousands of people go to the Martial Pavilion for a day, that is, they have practiced for decades,

Coming out is a group of fighters with unique skills.

It's no wonder that Great Qin was able to unify Kyushu in the age of mythology.

This kind of troop production speed, simply don't want to be too fierce!

Lu Siyuan could only analyze so much from the man's words, and finally couldn't help asking:

"Dare to ask, what is your identity?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lu Siyuan regretted it.

The continuous battles have made my head stupid, and if I ask this sentence rashly, I may be killed!

The man smiled and said, "Hehe, you are very courageous.

●Ask for flowers...0

Accompanied by the man's words, the pressure like a landslide directly covered Lu Siyuan's body.

At that moment, Lu Siyuan felt that the bones, blood vessels, and cells of his whole body were disintegrating and dissipating.

But it stopped at the last moment and suddenly recovered.

Lu Siyuan was suffering from tearing pain all over his body.

But after experiencing countless death exercises, he stubbornly resisted the pain, bowed his head and said nothing.

The pain cleared his head.

The man in red heavy armor in front of him is a terrifying existence who can throw himself into Qin Shiwu Pavilion at will.

Just the display of these has already surpassed Lu Siyuan's imagination.

Not to mention that from the beginning until now, the man has always looked relaxed and freehand.

It is hard to imagine what kind of huge iceberg is hidden under the dark sea.

But just from the thousands of ghosts in the city shrinking and worshiping, one can see the status and strength of the man.

Ghost King?

Half-human half-god legends?

An evil god slain from the underworld?

Just when Lu Siyuan was anxious and waiting for the existence in front of him to punish him for his recklessness, the man sat up straight and said:

"Don't worry, I won't hurt Da Qin's bloodline for no reason."

"My name is Meng Tian."

Under the order of Zulong, restrain the ghosts and demons who take the opportunity to do evil in the world, and protect the safety of our Daqin people.

Great Qin?

Monty?

Zulong?

Fuck!?

As a member of the grass-roots anomalous bureau, Lu Siyuan only knew that someone was killed from the underworld to the world.

It destroyed the management organization of the underworld, causing ghosts to invade the world during the ghost festival.

Only now do I know that this Human Emperor is actually Qin Shihuang?!

But if you think about it a little bit, in the speculation of the public mythological information, the mythical version of Daqin built hundreds of thousands of terracotta warriors and horses, and the function itself was to conquer the underworld.

That Zulong planned today two thousand years ago?!

Meng Tian looked at Lu Siyuan who was in a daze, and said:

"you can go now."

"Next time, don't play tricks, or you will be thrown into the underworld to be with evil spirits."

Lu Siyuan was startled when a flat voice came from his ear.

It turned out that Meng Tian had always known about his little tricks.

Didn't ask him to do anything, but let him leave.

It turned out that Lu Siyuan's mobile phone communication was used to inform the military high-level of his identity.

Meng Tian exposed himself to the military and expressed his goodwill.

At least, he said he was here to help manage the evil spirits. .