Life Copy Game

As He Ao moved forward, his vision seemed to become clearer, and he could clearly see deeper into the corridor.

He turned around and looked behind him. The door he had just opened had turned into a hazy light.

Fine jade lines flowed on the golden brass cane, giving off a slightly cold breath.

He Ao held his cane tightly, retracted his gaze, and slowly moved forward along the corridor.

Fine rays of light flowed on the surrounding walls, and invisible and twisted murmurs played in his mind.

The surrounding corridors became increasingly gloomy. After walking for an unknown amount of time, He Ao stopped and looked ahead.

The corridor ahead is still deep and dark, with no end in sight.

He Ao turned around and looked behind him. The light behind him that symbolized the entrance seemed to be farther away, but it seemed to have always been there.

A cold breath came from the cane. He Ao calmed down slightly and continued to look back to the front.

In that eerie darkness, there seemed to be some special power pulsating. That power seemed very close and yet very far away.

He Ao raised his cane and tried to 'touch' the twisted power.

He seemed to have touched it, but he seemed not to have touched it. At this moment, he had a thought in his mind and looked at the wall on the left.

A portrait with a golden frame hangs there.

When He Ao first came in, there was nothing on this wall.

The portrait shows a majestic old man wearing a gray suit and holding a golden cane. At this moment, he is looking up and looking forward, seemingly looking at something.

The person in this painting is ‘Lynn’, or in other words, He Ao himself.

The moment He Ao looked at the portrait, twisted and violent pollution rushed into his mind.

Then the golden portrait suddenly turned into a ball of twisted ink, reorganizing into a new portrait.

The scene of the portrait quickly turned into a luxuriously decorated study room, and a figure that seemed to be reflected was floating cross-legged in the study room.

But this picture lasted less than a second before it suddenly shattered.

Immediately afterwards, He Ao's vision flashed and he appeared in a bright and luxurious study.

He glanced at the books on the shelf, but he only saw twisted words that looked like tadpoles.

The twisted and cold aura instantly spread from his feet and wrapped around his body, and the whole room quickly became dim.

At this moment, the scene in He Ao's field of vision collapsed and turned into a new portrait.

In this portrait, a towering altar made of scrap metal and stained with blood stands in the center of the portrait. Corpses are accumulated around the altar, like straw about to burn.

A group of people with crazy faces were holding guns covered with patches and cheering around the altar.

Above the altar, a man in a black robe was lifting up another man in gorgeous clothes who seemed to be the host of the altar.

At this time, the man in the black robe seemed to notice something, and turned back to look at He Ao.

His eyes crossed the screen, and in the next moment, the scene around He Ao was reorganized again.

Deafening cheers blasted in his ears.

He looked forward and found that he was standing on a high altar, with mountains of corpses at his feet, and crowds of people shouting crazily around him.

A man in gorgeous clothes but with crazy movements was speaking loudly in front of him.

Then He Ao saw 'himself' taking out a small knife, taking a step forward and stabbing the speaker's heart from behind. Blood filled his vision, and distorted murmurs exploded under the silent sky.

This brutal scene did not silence the cheering crowd around them, but made them cheer even more crazily.

He Ao watched 'himself' lift up the gorgeously dressed man whose body was pierced by a knife, letting the blood flow all over his face and body, and looked at the increasingly crazy crowd around him.

While witnessing all this, He Ao also sank his consciousness into this body and tried to control it.

Then he discovered that he had a strong consciousness between his mind and body, which separated him from his body and prevented him from controlling it.

Outside the body, he saw 'him' holding the corpse in one hand and taking out a black eyeball from his pocket. Then, 'he' held the eyeball tightly, looked at the starry sky above his head, and let out a hoarse cry. Crazy roar,

"You are the end of everything, you are the end of all things, I pray to you, merge with my immortal power, I have seen,"

The whole world dimmed at this moment, and the clear sky was instantly shrouded in night. The surrounding air was so thick that it seemed as if it could not transmit light. The people who were shouting and cheering seemed to finally realize that something was wrong at this moment, and their voices gradually became hoarse.

He Ao tried to contact this barrier. At this moment, twisted and crazy murmurs also exploded in his mind.

At the same time, He Ao also 'saw' what 'him' did next. 'He' stuffed the black eyeball directly into his mouth, and then roared loudly,

"All living things will eventually be extinguished, and the stars will fall into the abyss forever!"

Some kind of invisible and vast power responded to his prayer, and the thick air around him turned completely black, covering everything in sight.

And those people who were shouting hoarse were swallowed up by the darkness and disappeared at this moment. The twisted and cold breath penetrated into the 'body' of 'He Ao' along the dark air, trying to completely drag his soul into the abyss.

But at this moment, He Ao's eyes were looking at the sky.

The endless dark sky, at some point, was filled with brilliant stars like gems. The boundless stars gathered into a huge reflection, seeming to be watching the scene below the sky.

And under the gaze of these stars, the cold aura that surrounded him was instantly stagnant.

Mental shock!

The reunited soul power withstood the storm-like pollution and crashed directly into the 'film', then pierced the film like a sharp blade and tore the film into pieces.

The huge soul power directly took over this 'body'.

Facing the crazy incoming darkness, He Ao directly raised the 'knife' in his hand and inserted it into 'his' chest.

The sharp and irritating pain instantly spread to his nerves, but his movements did not stop at all. The sharp blade cut open the 'chest', and then continued forward, smashing the beating heart of the 'body' in the center of the chest. heart.

The surrounding darkness and the stars in the sky became silent at this moment. A pair of dark eyes opened from the darkness and looked at He Ao. They struggled forward, trying to use their last strength to drag He Ao into the abyss. But it shattered uncontrollably.

The whole world was like a castle made of gravel, crumbling before He Ao's eyes.

Sure enough, 'self' is the 'core' of this space. As long as you 'suicide', this space will collapse.

Along with the collapse of space, a violent falling feeling came in his sea of ​​​​consciousness, and then he felt some kind of soft touch from his feet, as if he was stepping on a carpet.

And the surrounding 'world' also appeared again with brilliance and scenes.

He Ao raised his head and looked around.

This time, he seemed to be in a simply decorated bedroom.

A large white bed located in the middle of the bedroom, a simple bedside bookshelf, and a desk make up all the decorations of this bedroom.

He Ao looked up at the top of his head. Where the ceiling should have been, there was no ceiling, but bright stars hanging there.

Then he lowered his head and looked at his feet.

The soft 'ground' he stepped on was not the ground, but a deep, dark abyss that seemed to have no bottom.

Countless twisted lines swim in this abyss, and pairs of looming eyes flicker in the abyss, as if they are watching the figure stepping on the abyss.

He Ao did not pay attention to these strange movements in the abyss, but withdrew his gaze, glanced at the bedroom again, and then walked to the bookshelf closest to him.

There is only one book on this bookshelf, and it is similar to the book in the 'study' he just fell into. All the words on the cover have turned into twisted and invisible tadpoles.

He Ao picked up the book and opened it.

There is no content in the book, just a bunch of messy lines that seem to be drawn by a madman.

As He Ao stared at these lines, twisted and violent pollution rushed into his mind in an instant.

He looked at the contents of the book calmly, and then turned the pages back little by little.

The pollution that crazily poured into his mind seemed to gradually ripple, and some incomplete 'knowledge' began to emerge in He Ao's mind.

As He Ao continued to flip through the books, this knowledge gradually became more complete in his mind.

This knowledge does not exist in the form of certain words and pictures, but is composed of a higher level of 'understanding'.

It is more like an encrypted code, a lower level 'knowledge of truth' that is conveyed without any translation.

The 'key' to deconstructing these 'knowledge of truth' seems to be the occult knowledge possessed by the 'researcher'.

He Ao can clearly feel that it seems that where he has mastered the relevant mystical knowledge, these "truth knowledge" can be better understood, and where he has not mastered it, these "truth knowledge" are more difficult to understand.

Of course, it is more difficult to understand than impossible to understand.

Theoretically speaking, if you don't have any relevant basic knowledge, you should not be able to understand the content above, just like a preschooler who has never been to school cannot deduce and understand complex high-level mathematical formulas.

But He Ao also has another 'plug-in', which is the Eye of Truth obtained by his body.

Although after entering the dungeon world, the influence transmitted by the Eye of Truth has been very, very small. Most of the time, it can only help him increase his sensitivity to high-level extraordinary powers.

But deconstructing 'knowledge of truth' is different. This is the specialty of the Eye of Truth, so even a little 'influence' has greatly increased He Ao's understanding of relevant content.

After spending some time, guessing, and with the help of the Eye of Truth, He Ao finally fully understood the 'knowledge' of this book.

In fact, the content is very simple, it just tells a ritual.

A ritual based on fear, hatred, and chaos, connecting to the abyss.

The first half of this ritual can establish a point connecting the abyss in the real world, allowing high-ranking beings in the abyss to descend from the abyss.

The second half of the ceremony is the 'maintenance' after the arrival.

This ritual can use all the lives involved in the ritual as a kind of "flesh and blood battery" to support the activities of the high-level being who has escaped from the abyss. At the same time, it can serve as an anchor point to prevent this high-level being from the abyss from being dragged back to the abyss.

Of course, the information contained in this knowledge is actually not as simple as this.

In what He Ao understands, this knowledge includes almost all the information of the entire ritual, how to operate, how to operate, why this operation is performed, as well as the underlying mystical knowledge that supports this information.

After reading this book, He Ao gained not only the knowledge of this ritual, but also the basic knowledge related to all the mystical powers involved in this ritual.

There is even some knowledge related to the abyss.

For example, high-level abyssal beings are immortal in the abyss, but they cannot leave the abyss. Even if they try to leave the abyss, they will be forcibly dragged back by the abyss.

Unless they pass this special ritual and determine the anchor point and the 'battery' that can support their activities in the real world.

Unlike high-level abyssal beings, although ordinary abyssal beings cannot theoretically leave the abyss, they can rely on the help of high-level abyssal beings to be 'sent' out of the abyss for a short period of time.

But even so, the vast majority of abyssal beings need to be 'parasitized' to survive in the real world. Only some abyssal beings with relatively strong strength and special physiques can not rely on parasitism and consume their own power to maintain their short-term existence in the real world.

Wells, the leader of the Prisoner Gang that He Ao met before, should be this kind of special abyss life.

Of course, if you don't 'parasitize' all the time, even someone like Wells will still be dragged back into the abyss over time.

This knowledge has also been mutually confirmed with some of He Ao's previous conjectures.

Of course, in addition to the mystical knowledge related to the rituals, among these "knowledge of truths", the rituals themselves are also deconstructed in great detail.

For example, when the whole ceremony reaches the advent part, a 'detailed anchor point' is needed, which is used to position the advent. The final location of the advent is near this 'detailed anchor point', which is also the building of the abyss and the passage of reality. The place.

The construction of this 'detailed anchor point' requires huge abyssal power.

Generally speaking, high-ranking abyssal beings will send these powers over in advance, and then let their powerful 'servants' in the real world or powerful abyssal beings sent over in advance build anchor points.

Obviously, the abyss behind Scott wanted Scott to do this. Even after Scott's death, he tried to use Scott's soul to forcibly build an anchor point.

He Ao raised his hand and glanced at his palm.

At this moment, his hands were empty, and the brass cane he had been holding tightly had long since disappeared, but as long as he felt it carefully, he could still feel the coolness that spread to the palm of his hand.

This means that the brass cane was actually in his hand all along, but he just couldn't see it.

The jade spear absorbed by the cane in the morning should be the embodiment of the powerful abyssal power that the abyssal being sent in advance to build an anchor point.

That's why when He Ao pulled out the spear, the abyss being was so angry.

He Ao put down his palm. The current situation is that all the powerful abyssal beings and people with powerful abyssal power in Yilan City have been killed by him.

Now, he is the only person in Yilan City with powerful abyssal power.

As for that ritual, although it can still be carried out normally without a detailed anchor point, the landing location will become completely random.

If there is a detailed anchor point, the descendant can only descend around the detailed anchor point.

While thinking, He Ao closed the book in his hand.

He felt the power of super memory beating in his soul.

After Chaoyi was promoted to B level, he had a total of five marks, three of which were used when he dealt with 009-1 in the previous main world. Theoretically, these three marks will have a three-month cool-down period.

But in fact, He Ao never waited for this cooling period to end naturally.

Because the cooling period of super memory is actually the time for natural repair of the soul. This time is affected by two factors.

The first is He Ao's mastery of super memory. The higher the mastery, the faster the repair and the shorter the cooling period.

The second is external factors. After each copy ends, he will receive powerful soul power feedback. These soul powers will directly increase the recovery progress of Super Memory and shorten most of the cooling time.

Adding these two items together, in fact, most of the time, the cooling time of super memory is only a quarter of the nominal or even shorter.

And calculating the total time inside and outside the copy since the last use, it is almost more than 20 days, almost a month, which is already a relatively long time.

Judging from He Ao's current perception, the cooling down of the three marks is almost over, and there are still about nine hours left.

While calculating his strength, He Ao put the books in his hands back on the bookshelf.

At this time, he saw a small black book on the bookshelf.

He picked up the small book, and a little cold breath penetrated into his fingers along the book.

He opened the book, and instantly more twisted and crazy thoughts rushed into his mind.

The content of this small book is much simpler than the big book just now, and most of it is crazy garbled and invalid content. He Ao can only get some information that seems to be gibbering.

‘Talent Sequence 121: Bandit…Talent Sequence 193: King of Thieves…Talent Sequence 265: Princes’

'Do things for me...angel...immortal...'

Even if you say nothing, you will never die.

He Ao reached out and put the little black book back.

And at this moment, the abyss under his feet suddenly rioted, and twisted black shadows rushed out from below, roaring towards him.

He Ao raised his hand, and with a slight chill, a golden cane appeared in his hand. He used the cane to quickly smash the fastest shadows, and then raised his head to look at the stars above his head.

The stars were like a mirror at the moment, reflecting his general outline, and then the reflected outline slowly raised his hand and pointed in one direction.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue! He Ao turned around and found a small door in the direction pointed by the reflection.

The door seemed to have been standing there all along, but he had never noticed it.

He raised the cane in his hand and poked through the shadows rushing around him. He Ao appeared in front of the door in an instant and held the door handle.

The moment his hand touched the door, a cold breath spread into his body along the door handle, like an arm stretching out from the abyss, wrapping around his body and dragging him along. he.

At the same time, the 'abyss ground' under his feet also changed from soft to muddy, as if he had stepped into a swamp, slowly falling with his body.

The surrounding shadows swarmed up and wrapped around him.

At this moment, some sharp power surged out from the door handle, cutting through the abyss power that enveloped his body, helping him lighten some of his burden.

At the moment when this power appeared, He Ao did not hesitate. He pushed open the door against the dragging forces around him. He looked at the hazy light shining in from outside the door. He took a step forward and stepped into the light. .

The whole world collapsed instantly, He Ao's vision flashed, and the deep corridor appeared in front of him again.

At this moment he was standing at the door of the corridor, holding a brass cane.

Everything that just happened seemed like it had never happened, it was just a dream.

It seemed like he had never been in this hallway.

Dreams, reflections, stars, this power is somewhat familiar.

He Ao lowered his head and looked at his palm.

A group of twisted lines was slowly disappearing in his palm. This was the trace left by that sharp force in his palm.

This is a pattern formed by the accumulation of complex geometric figures, and in the center of the pattern is a cross.

This seems to be an emblem pointing to a high-ranking being.

After writing down this emblem, He Ao raised his head and glanced at the deep corridor in front of him that seemed to be connected to the abyss. At this moment, he finally confirmed one thing.

When he was fighting Scott and almost being dragged into the abyss, it was indeed Speaker Levi who was helping him.

The honorary speaker of Yilan City seemed to have been pulled into the abyss for some reason, and it was most likely the abyssal being who tried to descend on Yilan City.

He Ao looked back at the dim hall. The situation at that time should have been controlled consciously, but the permeating abyss power still dragged the entire apartment into some kind of gap between the abyss and reality.

He glanced again at the emblem that had almost completely disappeared in his palm.

In the corridor just now, Speaker Levi has not shown his body from beginning to end, but has been relying on other methods to convey information. It seems that the situation of the other party is not good.

Lifting his cane and closing the small door of the corridor, He Ao slowly walked towards the door of the apartment.

Everything around him was so quiet, except for the gentle footsteps of the old man.

About a minute later, He Ao crossed the entire hall and stood at the door.

The automatic sensor switch at the door was activated, and the tightly closed double doors opened to both sides.

At this time, He Ao seemed to feel something and looked back.

At the end of his sight, outside the dim and dim floor-to-ceiling window, there seemed to be a pair of invisible, cold eyes piercing the abyss, watching him quietly with a twisted and terrifying sense of oppression.

Intangible and pure crazy ravings echoed in He Ao's mind.

However, He Ao's expression did not change at all. He looked calmly in the direction of the gaze, propped his cane on the ground, raised a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, and spoke slowly,

"Looking forward to our real meeting."

Then he picked up his cane, turned around, and slowly crossed the door.

The open double doors closed automatically behind him, and the flowing light of the magic circle covered the doors, isolating the dim apartment again.

I don't know how long it took, until everything fell completely silent, and then a trembling, cautious, and whispering voice sounded in this dim space.