Life Copy Game

Chapter 1229 Crystal Dice (please vote for the big chapter)

At this moment, He Ao glanced at the bloody knife stained with green blood, and at the almost identical brilliance around him. Then he lowered his head and looked at the position in front of him where Westan was standing just now.

Too close, much closer than just now.

Judging from previous experiences, even if Westan appeared, he would not stand in such a close position, making it possible for him to attack in a short time.

At the moment when He Ao was thinking, he suddenly had a thought.

Lift your head and look to the side.

A shadow suddenly rushed toward his side.

He Ao immediately drew his knife to block, then turned and retreated.

Blow!

Bang--

A crisp sound followed. This time, the shadow did not disappear directly, but forcibly caught He Ao's blood knife.

Then the next second, the blood knife defeated the weapon used by the shadow to block, and then tore the fragile shadow apart.

Immediately afterwards, He Ao immediately picked up the bloody knife and struck another shadow rushing next to him.

This time, the shadow flickered for a moment, and finally turned into an illusion, allowing the bloody knife to pass through the shadow.

And the shadow passed in front of him dangerously, scraping across He Ao's body, leaving a trail of blood.

The speed of this shadow is much faster than before. It is obvious that this time Weistan has obtained the increase that he has shown before through some method.

He Ao held the blood knife, raised his head, and looked around.

Shadows emerged from the diffuse light almost at the same time, reflecting in He Ao's pupils.

The next second, these shadows suddenly rushed out and turned into countless flowing shadows, rushing towards He Ao.

He Ao immediately raised the blood knife and at the same time passed through the rays of light.

Click——

In the blink of an eye, He Ao's left arm was torn open by the rushing phantoms, and a bloodstain was torn open. He glanced at the phantoms, and his body flashed, trying to leave the place where he was just standing and distance himself.

The phantoms also rushed into the nearest starlight at the same time, and then the next second, they rushed out of the starlight around He Ao, blocking He Ao's road.

The speed of these phantoms is so fast, and with He Ao's right arm injured, his movements are far less flexible than before.

Soon, more scars were added to his body. The scars, flesh and blood, and broken clothes were mixed in the bright red, and they could no longer be distinguished from each other.

He Ao struggled to resist the shadows around him, and at the same time, he was also watching the movements of these shadows.

Then he realized something quickly.

The shadows stopped.

With their power, He Ao's injuries should have been lighter.

Looking at the rapidly passing shadow, at this moment, a soft and slightly hoarse word suddenly flashed in He Ao's mind.

"The advantage of the 'M-97' pistol is its high rate of fire, and its disadvantage is its low damage. But if you have many of the same pistols and many people as your subordinates, then you can use this pistol to build a fine gun array.

"This spear array may not be able to kill your enemy, but it can block your enemy's route. He is afraid of being attacked, so he will inevitably use a weapon to avoid attacks. When his body is restricted to a certain area, this is your opportunity."

At this moment, He Ao felt peaceful as never before.

He lowered his head and said silently to himself, 'Then what? ’

"Then what?"

The childish voice in his mind also sounded.

"Then it depends on what you are going to do,"

The gentle voice in his mind continued, "When a prey falls into a trap, a benevolent hunter will use the simplest and fastest method to end the prey's suffering. However, some hunters who pursue victory or like to watch their prey struggle and despair will choose to end it with their own hands. Take the lives of your prey and please yourself by watching their despair.”

The childish voice sounded again, "Dad, in this situation, what choice would most people make?"

"The vast majority of people will choose to 'take down' the prey themselves."

The gentle voice said again.

"ah?"

The childish voice was stunned, "Why?"

"You have a lot of M-97 pistols. The most merciful way is to shoot the prey to death directly. It is difficult to say that there is mercy for those who imprison them."

The gentle voice laughed.

"Hey, you're teasing me again. Mom said, this is called a preset premise trap. You set the bad guy's operation as the background. Then if you ask whether there are more good people or more bad people doing this operation, then there must be more bad people. ”

The childish voice paused, "It's just like what mom said. If you ask everyone on the boat if everyone is on board, then there must be a lot of people on board."

"Hahaha, my little Sot is so smart,"

The gentle voice laughed loudly, "You will definitely become a big shot on your own in the future."

He Ao watched the shadows that flashed by quickly, and his body kept moving to avoid these attacks.

He looked at the scene around him, and unknowingly, he had been forced by these shadows into an area with dense starlight, and the surrounding path was blocked by dense starlight.

The range of movement he can move is getting smaller and smaller.

"The big shots on TV look very tired. I don't want to be a big shot."

The childish voice in my mind continued to ask, "Dad, tell me, if I were the prey that was surrounded, would there be any way for me to escape?"

"What do you think?"

The gentle voice asked with a smile, "If you have surrounded the prey in an area, where would you attack it?"

"Of course from behind! He doesn't have eyes behind him, I just brushed him down from behind, and the school bully who bullied me in our school was knocked down by me like this."

The young voice said without hesitation.

"It's a great idea,"

The gentle voice continued, "But think about it, if you think so, does the prey have to think so too? Then he will definitely be especially cautious from behind and be ready to turn around at any time. If he is ready, how can you attack him?"

"Then where should I attack?"

The young voice said with some doubt, "Attack from the front? Then he can see me, right?"

Bang——

He Ao swung the blood knife to block the attack from the front, and took advantage of the illusion to dodge to the side.

Even though his movements were fast enough, the shadow still brushed past the side of his body a little, cutting the already wide wound on his right arm a little wider.

"The horizontal visual angle of human eyes is about 188 degrees, which is roughly a line. We can't see the scene behind us, so when we are on guard, our heads are not always forward. They will tilt a little to the left, or a little to the right, or keep swinging left and right,"

The gentle voice continued to ring in He Ao's ears, "At this time, you just need to seize the opportunity, and when he turns his head, rush out from the blind spot in front of his side, and you can easily hit the vital point."

"Oh, so that's how it is,"

The childish voice was a little confused, and then he suddenly reacted, "No, Dad, I'm asking how to escape or defend under such an attack!"

The shadows around him became more and more dense, and He Ao had more and more wounds on his body, and the range of his movement was constantly compressed.

Until now, some of his movements were even impossible.

He has been completely forced into a dead end.

He clenched the blood knife in his hand and stared at the shadows and light around him.

His head slightly turned to the left, staring at the surrounding environment.

This environment seemed to be able to shrink further, forcing him to the point where he could not struggle even more.

"I have taught you,"

The gentle voice in my mind smiled, "but the actual situation is much more complicated than what I described. Different people think differently. Some people like to attack from the front, and some people like to sneak attack from the back, so what I teach you may not be useful."

Speaking of this, his tone paused slightly, and he smiled, "Unless the person you meet is also brought up by me, and learns the same thing as you, and happens to be a guy with a sinister mind.

"Okay, go play by yourself, and let Dad see the tutorial of this crystal dice."

Following the touch of some invisible connection, it spread in He Ao's heart.

He seemed to be inspired by something.

Now!

The blood-colored blade slashed across the shadow rushing in front of him, and the shadow instantly became illusory, avoiding the attack of the blood knife.

Chaos!

The next second, the shadow suddenly trembled, and then the tremor instantly turned into layers of chain tremors, and the surrounding phantoms suddenly shattered and collapsed.

At the same time, the blood knife in He Ao's hand immediately turned to the right, stabbing to the front of the right without hesitation.

Puff— —

Countless shadows collapsed beside He Ao, outlining a complete human figure.

Then, at the moment when this human figure was formed, the bright red blood knife pierced his heart.

With the emerald green blood splashing out, He Ao turned his head, stood in the layers of starlight, and looked at Westin in front of him.

The shadow rapier covered with scattered starlight was held in Westin's hand. At this moment, the tip of the rapier was almost against He Ao's body.

It only took a moment, if He Ao's action was a little later, the blade would penetrate It penetrated He Ao's body, and the light inside burst out, completely tearing He Ao's flesh and blood apart.

If it weren't for the "touch" that He Ao just felt, and if he hadn't seized the critical moment, he might have really been killed by Westin.

He Ao stared at the "Westan" in front of him. The part of his heart that the blood knife pierced was the only energy gathering point in his body.

The "phantom" has no body, so even if the shadow is messed up and all the shadows are regrouped, Westin can quickly gather at a distance.

After using the ritual gift, because there must be a fixed descending core, Westin has a "body".

The shadow rapier collapsed under He Ao's gaze.

He reached out and pressed Westin's right hand, and took out a crystal dice from his hand.

He quietly stared at this crystal dice that was extremely familiar in his memory, polished and round, and stared at the points from 1 to 6 on it.

The light green light gathered in this dice, like a flashing bean.

"Dad, are you making this dice again? ”

The doubtful voice of the young man emerged in his mind, "Didn't you give up because you couldn't learn it? You've done pretty well."

"I always feel that it's a little short of it,"

a slightly tired voice sounded, "It's not perfect enough."

"If you ask me, just give it to your mother directly, don't pursue perfection, she will like it,"

The young man's indifferent voice was accompanied by the sound of closing the drawer, "You are Taizhou. You two argue day and night, and I don't see you getting divorced. By the way, what do you mean by the dice? I don't know what the meaning is. ”

"You kid, where did you learn these things?"

The tired voice continued, "It doesn't mean anything. When your mother was young, she loved to watch TV dramas. There was a soap opera about the former Federation. Some books were found from nowhere, and she said she would give crystal dice carved by herself to the people she loved. Can keep him safe.

"Your mother always asked me for it when she was young, but I didn't do it for her. She gave up after learning it several times. Now that she is disabled, she has time. Let's give it a try."

"You two are really bored."

The boy's voice faded away.

He Ao held the crystal dice. As the memory in his mind gradually dimmed, he raised his head, looked at Westan in front of him, and asked hoarsely, "Tell me, where is my father and how did he die?"

"hehe-"

Westan looked at He Ao, raised the corners of his mouth, and made a few mocking sounds, "Idiot."

He lowered his head and glanced at the crystal dice in He Ao's hand, and said with a hoarse smile, "I just said that the things left by this old guy are not that easy to use. I didn't expect that he actually took them and hid them behind him, and he hid them so much." It took a long time, until then it broke out.

"I don't even know how many times he has tricked me over the years."

He sighed, not caring about the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He smiled calmly like the final winner, "I would like to thank you for helping me find out the problem with this thing. When I go back, I can completely restore the spirituality of this thing." erase."

He looked at He Ao and continued to smile, "You are very good. That old guy also taught you a lot of things, right? In order of precedence, you may still be considered my 'senior'? Unfortunately, what he taught has long been outdated." How do you know that this is my last resort?"

"Farewell, 'Senior'."

This sigh came from behind He Ao.

The cold shadow sword poked out from behind and stabbed He Ao's back with almost no pause.

puff--

There was a sound of a sharp blade penetrating flesh, and a cheek appeared in the starlight behind He Ao, which was exactly what Westan looked like.

He was dressed neatly in a gray military uniform, and his figure was upright and elegant, like a hunter who had finally stepped into a trap and calmly killed his prey.

But his thin sword did not pierce He Ao's body. The tip of the sword had already penetrated into He Ao's flesh and blood and pierced his back, but it could not take another step forward.

His footsteps stopped there, and the bright red ruby ​​scepter pierced his chest, and blood with light green brilliance overflowed from the wound on his chest, moistening his gray military uniform.

He widened his eyes and stared blankly at He Ao's right hand holding the staff of chaos, looking at the hideous wound on that hand, "You, why..."

"When did I say that?"

He Ao raised his hand and continued to stir the cane in Westan's body. "This cane can only be used to cast spells. My right arm no longer has any strength?"

Then he pulled out the bloody knife that had pierced the body of the 'Westan' in front of him, turned his head, looked at the Westan who appeared behind him, and asked with a smile, "How did you know that this was my last resort just now?"

He stared at the shocked man in front of him, stirring the staff covered with divine consciousness, completely destroying the last energy gathering point in his body.

He stretched out his hand and dragged the back of Westan's head, his cheek slightly close to the other person's cheek, attached to Westan's ear, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Now, can you tell me how my father died?"

The bloody scepter further penetrated the man's body.

I'm a little stuck and my thoughts are a little confused. Let me sort it out. The dungeon is finished and I'll find time to update it.