Life Copy Game

Chapter 1085 The inheritance of the ruins civilization? (Happy Dragon Boat Festival/Super long chapter, please vote for the monthly ticket)

"Under the watchful eyes of the great 'Destroyer K'."

The man in the white robe with gold thread waved the knife in his hand, his feet were spread to the left and right, his waist was bent, and his body danced in an unusually twisted state, gently approaching the blonde girl in the car.

The hoarse and distorted music played in this circular square, and the originally agitated crowd had fallen into a strange silence without knowing when.

Even the few remaining guards patrolling in the crowd stopped their steps, staring blankly at the small platform in the center of the square, staring at the blonde girl with unfocused pupils.

A raging fire was burning in the distance, and it quickly spread here.

From time to time, panicked people ran over here, and then after seeing the scene in the square, they seemed to be attracted by the scene in the square, walked into the square silently, and merged into the crowd.

Squeezing out of the crowd, Ruilin looked at the center of the square.

The man on the platform was still dancing a twisted dance, and the band below was still moving towards the weird music.

The band members were smiling and their eyes were blank as they played the strings and keys, as if they were immersed in the most beautiful music in the world.

But the "music" they played was mixed with sharp and piercing screams. Just by hearing it, Ruilin felt that her soul seemed to be trembling with these "music".

This seemed to be no longer a tune played for humans, but a music played for a huge and twisted life that could not be seen by people.

Ruilin raised her head and glanced at the people on both sides.

A guard in a white uniform with a gun in his hand stood beside her, but the guard seemed not to see her. His eyes, which had lost focus, were fixed on the platform in the center of the square and the girl on the platform.

Ruilin lowered her head and did not look at the girl sitting in the sedan.

She had tried before, but she almost lost control and joined the lost crowd after just a glance at the blonde girl from afar.

She lowered her head and approached the altar step by step.

Some invisible force was also accompanying her approach, constantly pouring into her body.

This force was not overbearing, but rather quite "gentle".

It caressed Ruilin's soul and soaked her body, just like a mother brushing her baby's palm, letting a strong sleepiness sweep through her mind.

Ruilin had the same idea in her mind countless times.

Stop and sleep for a while, just a little sleep will be fine.

But she knew she couldn't stop, her only relative was on the altar in front of her.

This sleepiness was fighting for control of her body, making it more and more difficult for her to walk with every step.

She had to bite the tip of her tongue hard and pierce her fingertips with the tip of the bronze sword, letting the intense pain and the instinct of her body stimulate her soul to get a brief sobriety.

She walked past the band under the high platform, and these musicians were still performing passionately.

Her eyes swept across the cage behind the platform.

The missing people imprisoned in the cage had been pulled out of the cage at this moment, staring blankly at the direction of the platform.

Some equally absent-minded guards were holding blades in their hands, aiming at the hearts of these "sacrifices" from behind.

"Great God, shine on my city--"

The white-robed man opened his mouth, and the sound in the air was as sharp as the wind blowing through a narrow mountain stream, "Eternal glory points to my hope--"

He raised the blade in his hand, danced a twisted dance, and cut into the chest of the blonde girl, "Blood--Glory--Destruction--Prayer--"

Ruilin walked up the stairs step by step.

The soulless band frantically waved their hands, playing twisted and screaming music.

The people standing in the square opened their mouths unconsciously, and began to sing a sharp song along with the screaming music.

These overlapping sounds drilled into Ruilin's ears, tearing her soul, and trying to pull her into the endless "warm" sleep.

Her fingers and lips were already stained with blood. With a twisted and desperate sleepiness, she finally walked up the stairs and onto the high platform.

The twisted man in white robes was still dancing wildly. He seemed to no longer feel any pain. The blood oozing from the twisted joints stained his robes.

His eyes had lost their light. Even though Ruilin was so close, he could not see Ruilin.

Ruilin's eyes were fixed on the dancing man in white robes. The man's chest seemed to have stopped rising and falling.

It seemed that he had already died at some point when the ceremony began. Some invisible force supported his body, allowing his body to continue the ceremony.

Seeing this strange scene, it seemed that she should be afraid, but Ruilin had no thoughts in her mind at this moment.

She looked at the blonde girl in the car and felt that her brain was blank.

She forgot why she came and why she was standing here.

She wanted to stop, to blend her soul into the warm and moving music that spread in the space, and sing along with the music.

But some invisible throbbing from the depths of her soul still drove her forward.

The man in the white robe soaked with blood had already put the tip of the knife against the blonde girl's heart.

Rui Lin watched the scene calmly, but she seemed to have no strength to move forward. Her shoes seemed to be filled with cement, and her legs were too heavy to lift.

As if touched by some instinct, she opened her mouth and bit off her tongue.

The intense pain made her soul regain a brief awakening, and her body was lifted up by an invisible force, and she felt a little relieved.

Without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed the girl sitting in the car and pulled her out.

The music and chorus that echoed throughout the square stopped abruptly as if the pause button was pressed, and the movements of the man in the white robe who was dancing a twisted dance also froze in place at this moment.

Some scattered memories emerged in her mind. Rui Lin, who had regained consciousness for a short time, had no time to think. She looked up at the people around her who had not woken up yet and were a little confused, and looked at the buildings behind these people.

Finally, her eyes fell on the flames burning from the center of the city and on the towering obelisk.

Then, without hesitation, she rushed down the platform with the blonde girl on her back at the fastest speed in her life, rushed out from the gap in the crowd, and rushed to the blazing sea of ​​fire.

Bang——

The man in white robe fell backwards and fell on the altar.

Until this moment, everyone woke up from their dream.

"Ah! It's on fire!"

"Run! Run!"

The sharp cry echoed in the crowd in an instant.

The sacrifices who had regained their freedom for a short time immediately began to run along with the crowd.

The panic and panic spread rapidly in the square.

"The saint was taken away!!!"

Soon, someone found the vacancy on the altar and Ruilin who had squeezed out of the crowd, "Catch that woman!!!"

The scattered guards quickly gathered together and chased the woman carrying the blonde girl against the panicked crowd.

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Boom——

The spitting flames swept over the edge of the house, and then accompanied by a violent sound, the sturdy small building in the flames was instantly covered with dense cracks, and then collapsed.

Not only this small building, but also the surrounding buildings wrapped in the sea of ​​fire collapsed like dominoes under the vibration of the invisible air wave at almost the same time.

The dust and flames were reflected together, and the surging flames were also flying, illuminating the two figures standing under the obelisk in the center of the ruins.

"If you have some skills, it is not unfair for Lao Er to die in your hands. I have warned him many times to learn some fighting skills. His strength may not still have an advantage when he meets a warrior who really crawled out of the pile of dead bodies, but he didn't listen."

The skinny white-haired old man stretched his muscles and bones, "It's all his own fault to have come to this point today. Young man, you are very good."

He stepped on the marble floor that had been broken into stones, raised the green cane in his hand like a sword, and looked at He Ao not far away, "But if it's just this skill, you will die in the next move."

He Ao held the shadowless sword tightly in both hands, opened his hands slightly, and glanced at his bloody palms.

He had anticipated the previous confrontation and covered his palm with his spiritual sense in advance, but even so, the force of the recoil from the sword blade tore the flesh and blood on his hand.

In just the previous confrontation, the old man in front of him burst out with nearly 10,000 strength.

Now He Ao added all the skills of Hao Yi's clone and applied the long weapon martial arts with a 30% increase in the top after improvement, which could barely reach nearly 10,000 strength.

And it was obvious that this was not the opponent's limit. It was just a test just now.

He Ao's eyes swept over the body of the old man in front of him. He was similar to other members of the Glory Club that He Ao had met before, and he also had five energy gathering points.

It's just that these five energy gathering points are gathered together and coiled in the middle of his chest, which looks no different from one energy gathering point.

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In addition, He Ao also found that with every breath of the old man in front of him, the energy circuit in his body would flicker.

Some invisible power continuously spread into his body from the air and the earth, replenishing his consumption.

It seemed that as long as he stood on the ground and was still breathing, his power was endless.

He Ao looked at the old man's pale beard and hair. The other party was stronger and had an endless physical plug-in.

In this case, if you want to win, you can only seize some fleeting opportunities or create some fleeting opportunities.

"Have you thought about it, young man?"

Tiger stick picked up the cane in his hand, "If you have thought about it, let's start."

His figure disappeared in an instant, and his speed was several times faster than when he just fought with He Ao. Almost in an instant, he appeared in front of He Ao.

The green cane instantly chopped towards He Ao's face.

All this was too fast. He Ao's pupils suddenly shrank. He raised the shadowless sword in his hand and hurriedly faced the cane.

But the next second, his figure appeared behind the original position as if it flashed, close to the huge obelisk.

He just made a fake move for his dodge.

Bang——

But obviously, this fake move did not fool the old man, the cane still hit He Ao in front of him and was blocked by the shadowless sword.

The fight between the two set off an invisible storm, blowing through the surrounding flames and causing some buildings that were originally on the periphery to collapse one after another.

The void seemed to tremble at this moment, and continuous ripples appeared on the surface of the smooth obelisk phantom.

puff--

He Ao spit out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and finally stopped in front of the phantom obelisk, with his back almost touching the obelisk.

The old man holding the cane in his hand retreated and instantly appeared at the place where he was standing. He looked at He Ao, holding the cane in his hand, and said hoarsely, "You have good physical skills, young man."

He Ao's flashing back action almost deceived him, but he saw through it at the last moment and followed He Ao closely, closing the distance with He Ao's pace.

Although He Ao was not killed with a stick, He Ao's body was also injured.

"You are weaker than I thought, young man."

The old man raised his crutch again, looked at He Ao, and smiled hoarsely.

"You move very quickly,"

It seemed that a large area of ​​his body had touched the obelisk, causing him to hear some kind of twisted murmur. He Ao moved forward with a painful look on his face, letting his body break away from the obelisk. He looked at the old man, gritted his teeth, and continued,

"I'm afraid there is no such movement technique in the real world. Your movement technique comes from the ruins?"

With the speed of the old man's movement just now, an ordinary B-level could not even catch the afterimage.

He Ao relied on the spreading power of the Eye of Truth to barely capture the opponent's actions.

While speaking, he had already returned his consciousness to his original body, immersed his spiritual consciousness in the blood-moistening jade pendant, an extraordinary item that can improve understanding, and began to understand the movement skills of the old man with knotweed.

"We ourselves are the continuation of the ruined civilization,"

The old man of Knotweed shook his head and looked at He Ao, "I am born to be more civilized than you backward monkeys."

"What's the meaning?"

He Ao raised his eyebrows.

"Want to know?!"

The old man with the knotweed raised his cane and appeared in front of He Ao instantly again.

The Shadowless Sword and the staff collided again.

boom--

He Ao trembled and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, the old man's arm trembled, and his second stage of power exploded. The Shadowless Sword was instantly pressed down, and the sharp blade almost touched the tip of He Ao's nose.

This time it seemed to be some kind of special martial arts, and the impact of the impact was greater than the first time. He Ao's figure bent down, and some blood seeped out from his body.

His back pressed against the obelisk again, and severe pain spread to his cheeks again.

He stared at the old man who was gradually leaving, trying to recall the changes in his muscles and energy circuits when the old man used martial arts just now.

At this time, the old man of Knotweed had returned to his original position again, looking at He Ao with a smile, "Young man, you have a strong willpower,"

He held his cane, glanced back at the city in flames, then looked up at the towering obelisk, and said with a smile,

"Look at the buildings here. Do they have the style of Middle-earth? In fact, this is not the style of Middle-earth, but the style of ruins.

"Unlike you robber-like monkeys, we are the true inheritors of the relic civilization.

"Including this glorious city, it is also the habitat specially left for us by the ruins."

He looked at He Ao and continued, "Aren't you curious about the relationship between 'Destroyer K' and us? Didn't you find that every time this god appeared, it was related to the ruins? Didn't you find that He didn't appear every time? A complete body?

"I can tell you clearly now that this god is related to the ruins. He is the god of the ruins. Naturally, he is also the god of us, the inheritors of the ruins civilization.

"And He is not in good condition right now. He needs our sacrifice to restore his complete body and create a new world."

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at He Ao, "Young man, I have read your information. The idiots from the three major organizations suspect that you are from the ruins, but it seems that you know nothing about the ruins?"

He Ao:······

There were so many flaws that he didn’t even know where to start.

For a time, he really thought this guy was going to tell some shocking secret.

But this guy seems to actually believe it.

Unlike the second vice-president, the old man in front of him was the only one who had come into contact with the mysterious president of the Glory Society. He admired that president very much and almost completely believed in what the other party said.

His people would think that Rongguang would use the name of ‘K’ just to make a fortune.

And although he did want to make a fortune, there was also a part of him that really believed in the story of 'Destroyer K'.

Old Man Knotweed was in a good mood at the moment, so he was willing to say this.

He Ao also knew that he was in a good mood, because he didn't use any force in the few moves he just made. He grasped He Ao's limit, and then deliberately suppressed He Ao in front of the obelisk to tease He Ao.

Just like a cat playing with a mouse, I want to kill He Ao bit by bit here.

He seemed to be still worried about He Ao's ridicule just now.

Looking at the confident smile of the old man He Ao slowly spoke and asked stammeringly in the language of the replica world, the second area of ​​the ruins, "Do you know about the Federation?"

Hearing He Ao's words, Old Man Huzhang was slightly startled, and then said doubtfully, "What are you talking about?"

Hearing his words, He Ao said nothing and just sighed softly.

At this moment, the old man Huzhang easily caught the ridicule and ridicule in the young man's eyes.

"you wanna die!"

He raised the green cane in his hand angrily, and his figure instantly appeared in front of He Ao who was still standing in front of the obelisk.

This time, He Ao did not block it hard, but turned his body sideways, with most of his body immersed in the obelisk, and dodged to the side with a painful expression on his face.

Seeing He Ao's actions, the old man Tiger Stick paused.

At this moment, most of He Ao's body was in the phantom of the towering obelisk.

And if he wanted to attack He Ao, he had to "chase" the cane in his hand and even part of his body into the phantom.

He had heard the president's warning that although the real "Tower of Babel" had left the City of Glory, the phantoms left here also had a lot of pollution and could not be approached.

This was also the reason why he focused on He Ao for the first time and immediately stopped when he found that He Ao had retreated to the front of the obelisk.

However, through He Ao's actions just now, he found that the pollution in the obelisk in front of him seemed to be much weaker than he imagined, at least it was not so terrible that he could not even touch it.

The young man in front of him, who was much weaker than him, only showed pain when he was exposed to the pollution of the phantom. It seemed that there was nothing to be afraid of.

But the president's teachings still echoed in his ears.

If he kept shrinking like this, he would not be able to attack this kid hiding in the phantom of the obelisk, and he would not be able to kill this kid quickly.

At this moment, he faced a choice.

After a brief moment of thinking, he made his own decision.

The green cane continued to move forward and hit the young man in the obelisk.

His movements were very restrained, trying not to let his skin touch the obelisk.

But even so, some mumblings exploded in his mind.

Then before he could react, he felt his cane, which did not hit the sword this time, but seemed to be grabbed by a pair of hands, and then pulled forward violently.

In a very short time, the old man's body touched the towering obelisk.