Life Copy Game

Chapter 1120 Massacre (please vote for this huge chapter)

"Cough cough cough——"

He Ao arched his body slightly, coughing violently, and fine blood flowed down He Ao's skin.

The explosion at that moment was still far beyond the body's ability to withstand it, which further aggravated his injuries and made him almost unable to exert any strength.

"you!!!"

Carlo lowered his head, looked at the blade piercing his chest, and growled.

He tried to lift the chain in his hand again, but his body weakened, stumbled forward, and fell to his knees on the ground.

He Ao looked at Carlo's body calmly.

Inside the glowing red body, some broken energy circuits are trying to forcefully gather at the punctured energy gathering point and re-condensate into the energy gathering point.

The blade that pierced into the flesh was constantly trembling under the control of He Ao's spiritual consciousness. Whenever the energy gathering point tended to re-condensate, it would be shattered by the trembling blade.

During this pull, the energy circuit in Carlo's body also collapsed and dimmed bit by bit.

Carlo's body was not completely transformed by the power of the evil god, but it was almost there.

Under normal circumstances, humans do not have the ability to gather energy to try to regenerate after being pierced through the energy collection point.

He Ao had no doubt that when Carlo called for the gift, his body would undergo further changes and create several different energy gathering points.

Judging from his 'little' experience in dealing with followers of the evil god, this situation is entirely possible.

Then he would have no hope of killing Carlo.

Even piercing through this, the only energy gathering point without the gift, almost put him in a near-death situation.

He Ao turned his head and looked at the chaotic believers around him.

"He hurt the elder!!!"

A shout came from the crowd.

These chaos believers looked at He Ao with overwhelming force, and then glanced at Carlo who was kneeling on the ground, hesitating for a moment.

But soon, these people noticed He Ao's swaying body covered in blood.

"He is seriously injured! Kill him! Save the elders!"

someone in the crowd shouted.

"Kill him! Kill him! We have more people, kill him!"

Immediately afterwards, someone in the crowd shouted,

Countless chaos believers became excited in an instant and rushed towards He Ao.

Many of them activated the gifted power in their bodies, expanded their bodies, and turned into burly giants.

He Ao slowly bent down, picked up the iron chain on the ground, and snatched the chain hammer from the hands of Carlo, who had lost strength.

Then he dragged the hammer and walked towards the Chaos believers who were swarming towards him.

Bang-bang-bang——

The ancient chain hammer was dragged forward by him, hitting the rugged ground and making a crisp sound.

"kill him!!!"

Angry roars sounded in the night.

He Ao, who was already weak, looked at the little red giant rushing towards him to activate the power of the gift. He grasped the iron chain and suddenly exerted force.

As the little giant rushed over, his body became smaller at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his speed also slowed down rapidly.

boom--

The huge chain flew through the void, struck the little giant, and directly shattered the little giant's body.

The allocator's ability is simply 'distribute'.

Choose any two living targets, and distribute their physical status and strength evenly in a very short period of time. If one person has more, they must allocate a little to the other.

Of course, the definition of ‘average’ is not clear.

The allocator can, depending on the situation, give one person more "average" and give another person less "average", but overall, a certain "balance" must be maintained.

For example, if you pay more for a healthy and good physical condition, you need to pay less for strength.

Although this ability is of little use to B-level Carlo, it is useful for these chaos believers who have not reached B-level.

Just now, when He Ao faced the rushing Chaos Believers, he selected himself and the other party as targets, and allocated a little more 'healthy physical condition' to himself.

Of course, he also 'distributed' a little of the other party's power to himself.

After all, if he doesn't activate super memory, his power in the near-death state is not very strong.

And in the battle just now, he didn't use his own power, but the power that the opponent had just 'assigned' to him.

Even if the strength is weaker than the opponent, after obtaining a certain 'health state', with his martial arts attainments, he can still easily defeat the enemy weakened by 'distribution'.

However, once the 'target' participating in the distribution dies, the power distributed from the target will quickly dissipate.

He Ao held the iron chain and looked up at the other chaos believers around him.

The distributor's power, in a sense, is very suitable for this kind of situation of beating mobs with remaining health.

These chaos believers were obviously frightened by He Ao's violent attack just now, and they all stopped for a while.

"Kill him! He is almost dead! How long can he last!? Save the elder, and we can become famous in front of the gods!"

But soon, as if they noticed that He Ao did not continue to attack them, it might be a bluff, a shout came from the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, each Chaos believer responded.

The crowd rushed towards He Ao.

But there were also a few who retreated to the rear while shouting slogans.

He Ao raised his head and looked at the rushing crowd.

The use of the distributor's abilities will wear down the body and consume soul power at the same time.

The depleted body can be replenished by allocating more "health status" to oneself, but the consumed soul power cannot be replenished by the allocator's ability.

However, with the strength of He Ao's soul, it is still possible to persist until these ordinary Chaos believers are killed.

The figure standing in the night lifted the chain and waved it towards the rushing crowd.

Carlo, who was kneeling on the cliff, raised his head and looked at the bloody figure holding his weapon to kill the believers he had finally recruited.

Whenever he clenched his fist and tried to struggle, the blade inserted into his chest would tremble, further damaging his energy gathering point.

boom--

Someone in the crowd used a rocket launcher, but was hit by a thrown chain and exploded into a firework.

Blood, minced flesh, fire.

Every Chaos believer here is familiar with this scene, but this time, they are the people being slaughtered in this scene.

Some people tried hard to fight back, but were easily crushed. Some people tried to escape, but were penetrated by the thrown iron chains.

Hot weapons, cold weapons, the chaos believers here used various methods to try to kill the figure that looked shaky and might lie on the ground at any time.

But the figure did not lie down in the end. He dragged his body that looked slow and dying, like a god of death wielding a sickle, indifferently harvesting every life here one by one.

Despair crawled onto everyone's body like tarsal maggots. The Chaos believers no longer had the courage to charge. They fled into the darkness in all directions like fallen grass.

But the figure dragging the hammer did not let them go.

Bang-bang-bang-

The dragged chain hammer hit the undulating stones on the ground, making a crisp sound.

Like death climbing the stairs.

One step, another step.

At this moment, the original butcher turned into a lamb, running in panic in the 'grassland' under the dark night.

But the 'slow-moving' God of Death can always walk up to them easily and crush their bodies with the chains he wields.

Blood dyed the earth red, and fewer and fewer people fled in the wilderness.

Finally, far away from the cliff, the two figures who escaped first were 'chased' by the blood-stained figure.

"Please, don't kill me!"

The figure standing behind heard the 'bang bang bang' sound, and immediately turned around, knelt down on the ground crying, and roared hoarsely, "I have a grandma in her eighties at home, and my child I was only three years old and they tricked me into coming here."

His body was trembling, and his voice was sad, as if he was not hypocritical, "Please, don't kill me!"

He heard the sound of 'bang bang bang -' and stopped, followed by the clear sound of the chain colliding directly. It seemed that the man holding the chain bent down and looked at him.

He felt a hand stained with warm blood touch his cheek, and then a hoarse voice sounded in his ears,

"Then how did you pass the initiation ceremony?"

The voice was calm and cold, like the palm of death, hooking his soul.

The question was simple, but the expression of the kneeling figure suddenly froze as he cried bitterly.

The initiation ceremony of this Chaos Church is very simple. Create an indiscriminate massacre and please the gods with blood and chaos. Only in this way can you officially become a believer of Chaos.

"It seems that you think of the parents and children of those who died under your hands?"

The warm palm stroked his cheek, and he smiled hoarsely.

"I know my mistake, I know my mistake, I will make it up to them! I will make it up to them! Please let me go!"

He cried louder and louder, and his whole body became stiff and trembling, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

"Very good, very good."

A hoarse voice rang in the man's ears, and he could clearly feel the warm fingers leaving his cheek.

He paused, a look of joy on his face, which was quickly suppressed, showing an expression of remorse.

boom--

The next second, the swinging hammer smashed his chest, and his head naturally rolled off.

There was still a little bit of uncontrollable joy on the cheek rolling between the stones.

‘Bang, bang, bang—’ the collision of the drag chain hammer sounded again, and the hoarse voice gradually faded away, “Then bring them the good news.”

"You monster!!! I'll kill you!!!"

At this moment, the Chaos believer who ran farthest looked at the bloody figure that was approaching, and at the broken body above the chest that fell on the ground, roared angrily, and rushed towards He Ao.

boom--

He Ao put away the flying hammer and held the iron chain, no longer caring about the flesh and blood flying in the sky. He turned around and staggered back towards the cliff.

When he walked to the cliff, he happened to see Carlo lying on the ground, trying to reach behind him and pull out the blade inserted into his body.

"Why did you kill them?"

Hearing the sound of the chains dragging, Carlo raised his head and looked at the bloody figure.

The flowing blood covered the figure, some of which came from the figure itself, and some of which came from the dead Chaos believers.

Suddenly, he suddenly had a feeling that at this moment, the deputy chief of staff of the FBI, who was supposed to be a lawful man, was more like a crazy believer of the evil god than he was.

"have no idea,"

He Ao shook his head hoarsely and stumbled forward, "I only know that if one more Chaos believer dies, there will be many more parents in this world who can see their children continue to live."

boom--

The hard chain hammer accompanied by the undulating iron chain fell in front of Carlo. He Ao looked at Carlo calmly, "I said that dead Chaos believers are good Chaos believers. According to federal law, FBI agents have the authority to kill believers of evil gods when they encounter them in the wild.”

This is the purest idea of ​​'Saote'.

Letting any chaos believer escape may cause irreparable disaster to one or dozens of families.

Carlo stared at the figure in front of him, gritted his teeth, and reached out to try to pull out the blade inserted from his back.

"Don't try. There are barbs on this knife. It opened as soon as I stabbed it into your body. You can't pull it out with your current strength."

He Ao's calm and hoarse voice rang in his ears.

Carlo raised his head, looked at the bloody figure in front of him, and was silent for a moment.

Knives on the battlefield are all about fast in and out. They may have blood grooves for bleeding, but they rarely have barbs.

After all, it is very dangerous to suddenly be unable to draw a weapon on the battlefield.

Only believers of the Chaos Church like to do this in order to kill their enemies.

He Ao looked at Carlo calmly. Under the continuous intervention of the divine consciousness control knife, the energy circuit in Carlo's body was finally close to collapse.

He was really dying.

"Who asked you to kill me?"

He Ao looked into his eyes and asked hoarsely.

Looking at He Ao's calm eyes, Carlo cracked his lips again and said with a little sarcasm, "Guess."

"I understand, thank you."

Facing Carlo's ridicule, He Ao just nodded calmly, feeling the message from the super memory mark.

The route maps of all caravans near Minter City, the locations of wilderness wanderer camps, the FBI and city defense army's patrol investigation plans in the wilderness, and the security employment information of the two major consortium security companies.

What a generous gesture.

With this information, the Church of Chaos can easily know which caravans are protected, which caravans are unprotected, and where the FBI and city defense forces will appear.

They were free to choose who they killed.

As a price, they only need to kill a C-level person who has been resisting them and was even drugged by his own people. The federal deputy chief of staff took the blame.

Carlo stared at He Ao's face, seeming to guess whether the person in front of him really knew something or was just deceiving him.

"Isn't this your first time 'cooperating'?"

At this time, he heard He Ao ask hoarsely.

Although Carlo continued to verbally insult the 'Church of Order', it was revealed in his words that this was not the first time he had done such dirty work.

Moreover, the Church of Chaos really wants to get rid of ‘Sote’, a person who is completely impossible to bribe and who is deeply hostile to the Church of Chaos.

Even ‘Order’ may cooperate with them, but ‘Sote’ is absolutely impossible.

So 'Saote' must die.

"you guess,"

Carlo looked at He Ao, with a sarcastic smile still on his lips, "You are just taking advantage of others' danger. If you let me fight you with all my strength, it only takes one move, and you will be the one who dies here."

"This,"

He Ao stood upright staggeringly, looking at the flames still burning around him and the bloody corpses scattered on the ground, "That's why you're lying here."

Although he showed great importance, it was also due to the emphasis on combat experience.

From beginning to end, Carlo never regarded 'Sote' as a qualified opponent.

He came here just to kill a 'chicken'.

In his eyes, killing a C-level transcendent is no different than killing a chicken.

He came prepared to kill a chicken and then leave.

He was even more wary of the mercenary groups of the two major consortiums than He Ao. After all, if there was a chance to kill him, the Church of Order wouldn't mind killing him.

Even though He Ao showed B-level fighting ability, he still thought He Ao was just a bigger and stronger chicken.

Throughout the entire process, he did not use any strength beyond his normal state, and he always had a sadistic and playful attitude.

If he had summoned the God of Chaos's gift at the beginning, He Ao might not be able to make a single move and would be killed.

But he didn't.

Arrogance is closer to death than any other emotion.

His combat experience reminded him that he should pay attention to every enemy, but he did not pay attention to it.

He Ao actually had a chance to 'escape'. Even at the last moment, he had a chance to break through the siege and escape into the wilderness.

But he didn't.

Because he also realized that this was the best time to kill Carlo and destroy these followers of chaos.

‘Sote’ will use all available resources to bury these chaos believers here.

If they live one more day, they will bear one more blood debt.

Any mercy shown to the followers of Chaos is cruelty to the innocents who die at their hands.

So He Ao did not leave, but stayed here, making preparations to send away every Chaos believer here.

Listening to He Ao's words, Carlo also realized the key point just now, but it was obvious that he had no chance to regret it.

His last breath of life is quickly passing away.

Feeling the gradual blurring of perception, everything around him seemed to be becoming chaotic.

He knew that true death was coming.

Just at this moment, the whole earth seemed to tremble imperceptibly.

At this moment, he thought of something, and used all his strength to laugh wildly, "Sote, your 'teammate's' mercenary group is here, they are here to finish off, I am confident that I can escape from their siege, now, do you have this confidence?"

His tone became higher and higher, "With your current state, in this wilderness, can you escape the pursuit of the mechanized mercenary group?"

He laughed wildly, "You have nowhere to escape! These 'order teammates' of yours will find your traces, find you, catch you, and deal with you in a more cruel way than me. I will wait for you in hell! Soon you will come down to accompany me! Hahaha!"

Heo calmly stared at Carlo in front of him, watching him laugh wildly, watching his laughter gradually become lighter, watching him gasping for breath, completely drowning out the sound.

He sent away the last chaotic believer in this area.

Until the endless wilderness fell into silence again and the energy circuit in Carlo's body completely disappeared, He Ao slowly moved his body, walked to Carlo, and tried to pull out the butcher knife.

Just then, he saw a little red light overflowing from Carlo's body and covering the knife.

There is another difference between the real B-level and the gifted B-level, that is, the real B-level will drop things.

He Ao carried Carlo's body with the knife stuck in it and walked to the edge of the cliff.

There were two off-road vehicles and a motorcycle parked there, which were the means of transportation for "Sote" and others to come.

He Ao raised his bloody hand and slowly touched his chest, then he staggered to the side of the motorcycle.

There seemed to be some unusual movements in the dark wilderness, and the strange beasts were trembling and running away.

He Ao raised his head and looked into the distance. At the end of his vision, at the edge of the sky, there was a faint glow that was slowly lighting up.

He Ao reached out and pressed the start button of the motorcycle.

Boom——

The roar of the engine sounded in the wilderness.

The sound was entangled in the night wind, blowing the blood-stained weeds.

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