How Am I Still Alive?

For the "Xiaqin team" who went to the third special service team in the ancient city of Zion, today is definitely a bad day.

The body can no longer move, there are two bloodstains under the eyes, the spirit and body have reached the limit, the mental power has been exhausted, and they are still facing an opponent that is impossible to defeat.

"It's obviously just a low-level pollution incident, why did it develop like this?"

The body has been numb with pain, and the spirit has already reached its limit.

The white teeth were bleeding on the red lips, and "Xia Qin", who regained his sanity in pain, had the urge to close his eyes again just by looking at the reality.

Is this really an opponent that a second-level secret keeper can deal with?

".The Calamity Beast Kirdares, the 'Lord of Thousands of Greeds', why did he come here?"

This wave, this wave is a piece of police encountering international terrorists.

The world in front of him has been completely alienated, and there is a sacred giant on the stage.

Yes, holy.

The oak throne exudes natural incense, and the white holy beast is lying on it, with a face full of compassion and affection.

The flesh is like wood but not wood, the flesh-like body surpasses the flesh-and-blood body, the outer skin of the holy oak pattern and the tiger pattern are linked together, the fur is like a sacred mural, and the twisted deer-shaped horns exude a holy brilliance.

With just one glance, one can tell that this is definitely not an opponent that ordinary people can handle.

As a background, the circular classical arena seems to be in disrepair, the wall decorations and glyphs are tattered, the aisles are full of parasitic plants that climb the walls, and the brick and stone seats are decayed, but the auditorium is full of people. full.

It’s just that those who enjoy the performance are all kinds of strange assembled monsters and twisted shadows. On the rostrum is the sad-faced "Kirdaleth", but the leading role is a sad human being.

The two Keepers of Secrets were fighting brutally. Guns and long swords were causing wounds and plagues. The middle-aged one was holding his wounded chest, and had been cornered by his younger apprentice.

Watching the scene of the master-student killing each other, the head of the giant beast like a tiger reveals a pitiful humanity, just like watching a tragic tragedy if all this was not caused by him!

"Lovely Liu Ye, you are indeed the best rookie in Zion District last year. Your 'potential' is much stronger than your master, and your life is brighter than his, so I am very happy to see that the one who survived is Ni .Go, master murderer, go and give your master the last blow, tell him that his era is over, and you will inherit all his happiness and live on.”

The giant beast seduces mortals with its arias, and at the same time, it also heats up the atmosphere of the arena.

But Xia Qin, who is a bystander, knows that this is the temptation of the devil, and this is just the beginning of misfortune.

"Great mother tree (mother), I, Rust Ax Leyun, would like to dedicate ten years of life in exchange for strength"

The man's hoarse and deep voice sounded, but under the mighty power of the tree of life, it spread throughout the small world.

The rules of the secret realm were touched, and duelists took the initiative to exchange their lives for strength.

"boom!"

The quaint revolver fired a dangerous magic bullet, and the young man who was sure of winning was knocked down, but the fallen "Master" stood up quietly.

The injured wound healed immediately, and his thin body grew suddenly. A man in his forties or fifties, his body was full of muscles, but he looked like a strong man in his twenties.

The sanctuary of the mother tree will respond to any mortal's sacrifice, but the price of powerful power is ten years of life.

But this does not mean the end of everything. Xia Qin closed her eyes, unable to bear to witness, but already knew the next plot.

".I can sacrifice too, I am younger"

Yes, the young people who are knocked down are younger and can sacrifice more of their lives in exchange for more power.

"Oh, well done! Liu Ye, I'll just say you can do it!"

The most exciting thing is the behemoth on the rostrum.

The "mother" will not refuse any child's desire, and the transaction of life and strength is completed again.

"No"

The rusty ax was knocked down again, and standing in the spotlight at the center of the stage was Liu Ye who had turned into a middle-aged man!

The sound of killing was right next to her ears, and the vicious wind poured into Xia Qin's ears the screams of the victims and the prayers of the perpetrators.

When everything returned to calm, there was only the only performer in the audience and the mummy made of dead bones and lean meat.

The "old" Liu Ye did not have any joy of victory, and the pain and curse finally turned into despair with peaceful tears.

As the "Scale Calamity Beast" said, he has more "potential" than his master, and has more years to exchange for "strength", so he lived to the end.

And his opponent, in the exchange after exchange, has turned into a mummy first.

The survivors, with silver hair and death spots, will not live long.

The numb "winner" was lifted into the auditorium by the cheering audience, and next to him were several equally ugly "old men".

They are the "victors", the intended survivors of the festival.

The cleaners (monsters) of the arena stepped off the stage and carried the mummy onto the rostrum for Kerdales to observe.

He glanced at it, nodded in satisfaction, and signaled his subordinates to finish their work.

The mummy was dragged behind the oak throne, under the twisted tree of flesh.

Then, countless tentacles of flesh and blood spread out from it, accepting the flesh and blood of the victim and turning it into a part of it.

The mother tree is benevolent, which is not plundering but bestowing.

Under the infusion of the root system of the "big tree", the mummy that has lost its vitality becomes full of vitality again.

On the huge black ancient tree, there is an old face, the "rusty axe" staring at his apprentice and cursing. In a sense, he has gained a new life, eternal s life.

"It's the thirteenth time. The keepers of the ancient city of Zion will be wiped out sooner or later."

The secret service team came quickly, but the first wave got stuck.

The tree of flesh and blood was huge and sacred. In just one hour of "the past", a towering tree had grown from a small sapling. The infusion of the flesh and blood of the victims made it fruitful.

Glancing at the growing "Mother Tree God Statue", as the host, Kierdales nodded in satisfaction, and threw the tiger's head at the next "lucky audience".

"Li Zigui!"

"Li Zigui!"

I don't know where it started, but the audience is shouting this name.

"Li Zigui from the fifth special team in the ancient city of Zion, tell the great mother tree and her lovely dependent children who you want to challenge, or you choose to let your mother arrange for you and choose the most suitable opponent"

In the cage, another unlucky secret keeper was full of despair. He glanced around for help, and his companions avoided him one after another.

"10, 9, 8"

Everyone knew that when the countdown ended, the arena would choose the opponent who caused him the most pain, just like poor Liu Ye's master and apprentice.

And everyone knows that evasion and delay are actually meaningless, and their countdown will come to an end sooner or later.

The moment they stepped into this quasi-god-level secret realm and faced an impossible quasi-god-level opponent, the ending was already doomed.

Actively choose a weak person, even if he wins, he will enjoy the double treatment of "death of old age" and "death of society" after going out.

Waiting for the mother tree to arrange for you a "rival that makes your life the brightest"?

Judging from what happened to Liu Ye, it may be worse than the sudden death on the spot.

Maybe it's because Xia Qin's luck is good, or maybe it's because the opponents are selected in the reverse order of age as she guessed, and so far she hasn't been selected at a young age, so she can only helplessly watch the desperate match. Thirteen times.

"... In this secret realm, if there are any rules that we haven't discovered, there must be some hope left."

The professional training of a secret keeper made "Xia Qin" still unwilling to give up hope.

She had received a "call to the police" before and came with other people. She thought it was just a low-pollution incident.

To destroy a secret realm that has been polluted to the final stage, the most fundamental thing is to clarify the special rules of the secret realm, follow the rules and get rid of the source of pollution, so as to avoid further deterioration and spread of pollution.

But this secret realm was built by a great "quasi-god-level" existence, which itself is a source of pollution. From the perspective of the secret keeper system, this is a ninth-level quasi-god powerhouse, a natural disaster that spans the world.

And Rusty Axe, the strongest secret keeper at the moment, is only at the third level, and it has already been hung on the statue of the goddess.

The gap between the two sides is no longer a chasm, it is simply the Mariana Trench.

The rules of the secret realm are simpler and more brutal, which are simply "trade life for strength" and "one-on-one duel of strength, the winner will live." Two.

But the simple and rough rules of the secret realm, coupled with the gap in strength, make the weak unable to resist the bullying of the strong.

Accustomed to facing desperation, the young "Xia Qin" did not give up, but as she couldn't move, it seemed that she could only find a little inspiration to break the situation from the training she had received.

"Everyone is going to die, and for us, it will be a little bit faster. The first class makes you think of the epitaph, because we are destined to constantly face the choice of death and desperation."

The instructor, who always had a malicious smile in his memory, showed a bitter expression before get out of class was over for the first time.

"But the experience of this profession is that the less a person takes his own life seriously, the more a madman can calmly face the fact that his death is approaching, the more he can find a way out in the madness and despair of death. , on the contrary, the longer you live, the way of the sword sage lives towards death, the body has a dead end, but the soul does not."

But at this moment, for "Xia Qin" who is really in a desperate situation, the last meaningful teaching of the instructor has become a meaningless chicken soup for the soul.

If you really don't fear death and risk your life, you can get everything done, and Keer Dalaisi on the stage has already been photographed to death!

"Rule-level secret realm, rule-level, since it is a rule, there must be loopholes." "Xia Qin" still did not give up.

But the "Thunder Fire Blade" not far behind her had already closed her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to see it, and seemed to have given up.

At this time, the closed entrance was opened again, and the light spot of the "door" was in the center of the arena.

"...What are the people outside doing? Several teams have already been shut down, and the stop loss procedure is over? Why are there still people coming in?"

".Could it be that a high-ranking secret keeper happened to be in the ancient city?!"

Looking at this scene, "Xia Qin" had some expectations inexplicably, and even had some strange sense of familiarity. It seemed that someone would come in next to solve all this.

It seemed that the man should be wearing a hospital gown, walked in with a face of indifference, pointed to the holy beast on it, said flatly "it's you", and then solved everything alone.

But the dream still seemed to be just a dream. The holy beast's surprise aria interrupted her sweet dream.

"Oh oh oh, look, my little ones, brought us more participants, come, come, sit down, it will be your turn soon."

The gray-green "wolves" came in, and the outsiders driven by them became new participants in this "game", and naturally became new sacrifices.

Another batch of victims

Others were angry or fearful, but "Xia Qin" had a strong sense of disobedience and loss, but the next moment, her mentality was adjusted again.

"Sure enough, there have never been any heroes, and there have never been any saviors." "Xia Qin" laughed at herself, and then continued to explore the hope in the dead end.

Little did she know that "history" had quietly changed.

He is late.