Life Copy Game

As the low voice sounded, the starlight figure paused slightly and was about to turn his head away.

And at this moment, his movements suddenly froze.

He lowered his head and looked at his chest.

A red sword pierced through his chest, revealing its sharp blade.

"you--"

The starlight figure opened his mouth slightly, as if preparing to say something.

puff--

At this moment, a blood-red light burst out from his body, like thorns growing and sprouting in his body, piercing his skin and his torso from the inside out.

He wanted to move, but was held back by the blood-colored thorns growing out of his body, unable to move at all.

It was like a specimen nailed to the ground, unable to move or struggle.

The twisted and terrifying power was now overflowing from the bloody thorns, tearing his body apart bit by bit, tearing apart his soul, and tearing apart the integrity of the power he had barely managed to protect.

This all-destructive force is so strong that everything in the world seems to be torn to pieces and destroyed by it.

Dong-dong-dong-dong

The sound of light footsteps could be heard behind him, and a figure covered in blood and wearing a purple robe slowly walked out from behind and appeared in front of him.

"you···"

He lowered his head and stared at the figure in front of him. The void around him trembled and made a hoarse and low sound, "Is it the power of the God of War?!"

He Ao did not answer him, but just lowered his head and looked at the body of the starlight figure, and the blood thorns that ran through the entire starlight figure.

He didn't have much power left as the God of War, so he could only rely on his own strength as the skeleton and the power of the God of War to create the current 'weapon'.

This is the power from the god who controls war, and it can be built into the sharpest weapon in the world.

Of course, the most important thing is that its status as the God of War enables it to cause harm to higher beings.

That is, it can kill angels and even 'tyrants'.

The star-lit figure's gaze was fixed on He Ao in front of him.

Although his power as a tyrant was taken away and his strength declined, his status as a tyrant has not been completely erased. He is still half a level higher than an angel.

Ordinary angels can cause damage to him, but the extent of the damage is greatly reduced.

This was the reason why he had not been worried about being attacked since the beginning, and even had the leisure to look for healing items nearby.

Because he knew that He Ao was also seriously injured. When he was seriously injured, facing He Ao, who was also seriously injured, and with his superior status, he was the one most likely to kill He Ao.

At this moment, Truth has just obtained his talent sequence. The goal has been achieved. In the short term, it is necessary to try to completely control his talent sequence. At this time, it will be difficult for He Ao to try to summon Truth's help again.

In a one-on-one fight, with both players also seriously injured, he had a great chance of winning.

So he was not worried about He Ao coming to attack him, and even somewhat "expected" He Ao to attack him.

However, what he didn't expect was that He Aozhen came, but he didn't come empty-handed.

In other words, in the subsequent process, He Ao never "praied" for the power of the God of War again.

Of course, in the tight rhythm of the battle, He Ao had no time or opportunity to pray for the power of the God of War.

All this means is that Heo has kept a little of the power of the God of War that he borrowed before, hidden in his own hands.

He was useless when he was fighting against the Spinning Wheel of Fate and was in great danger of being killed by it.

It was useless for him to be in a stalemate with Xingying, facing an enemy who was countless times stronger than himself and could die at any time.

Even when he had just met me and was being held in my hand and could be crushed to death at any time, it was useless.

The high-level power from the God of War can be strengthened at any time into a weapon that is extremely offensive even to the tyrant. With this weapon, even if Howo still cannot directly defeat the tyrant, he can open a way for himself and gain a glimmer of hope.

But he has always held such a powerful thing in his hands.

He had been waiting for this moment, the moment when he could kill himself with his own hands.

For a moment, the starlight figure even felt a little chilly.

It was like being stared at by a poisonous snake. Even though he was about to kill the snake, it still did not fight back.

He had been patient and waiting, waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity that would allow him to kill with one strike.

A gentleman holds his weapon in his arms and waits for the right opportunity to act.

Following this line of thought, it seems that this kid's main purpose is to kill himself.

Push back the star shadows and bring in the truth.

Each step is aimed at killing oneself.

Even though these steps are extremely dangerous, each step has the possibility of failure. Once failed, everything may be reduced to ashes and nothing will be left.

But it was obvious that the young man in front of him succeeded.

Although he was dancing on a tightrope, the young man performed a dance that even amazed him.

"Are you satisfied?" He raised his head and looked at He Ao. The void around him trembled, and a hoarse voice rang out between heaven and earth. "You can finally kill me with your own hands. You have achieved your goal."

Hearing this, He Ao finally raised his head, glanced at him, and said casually, "You think too highly of yourself."

In fact, He Ao did not have such a strong obsession to do it himself. All the arrangements he made were to deal with the worst situation and increase the fault tolerance rate of the plan.

For example, now, the Starlight Figure has played all his cards, and even summoned the God of Machinery to help him, which resulted in that even if his good friends took action, they were unable to completely kill this guy.

Of course, the good friend had already achieved his goal, and it didn’t matter to him whether the tuner was killed or not.

In this situation, He Ao is needed to "finish the job".

After all, if the starlight figure really escapes successfully, there will probably be even greater trouble in the future.

The Starlight Figure knew them too well, and his hatred for them was too strong. This guy didn't dare to seek revenge on his good friends, so he could only bully them.

When this guy makes a comeback, the crisis the main world will face will be even greater.

Eradicate all evil.

"What do you mean?" The illusory face of the starlight figure froze in an instant, staring at He Ao. The void around him trembled and made a hoarse voice.

"My grandfather told me when I was a child, 'I'm not afraid of thieves stealing, I'm afraid of thieves thinking about it.'" He Ao glanced around and said casually, "It's better to be careful when doing things, so am I not waiting for you here?"

"You said I was a thief?" The starlight figure suddenly widened his eyes.

He Ao raised his head, glanced at him, shrugged without comment, then turned around and looked around, as if he was looking for something.

Seeing He Ao turning around, the starlight figure still maintained an "angry" look on his face, but he also immediately twitched his body, endured the severe pain, raised his hand, and tried to pull out the blood thorn that was inserted into his body.

If He Ao was able to pull his strings out of his body and escape control before, then he can do it too.

His lifespan and experience are much greater than Theodore's, and his ability to withstand stress is not bad either.

But as soon as he tried, he was almost completely torn apart by the tremendous pain.

He shuddered and returned to normal.

There was a look of frustration on his face.

After a brief hesitation, he exerted his strength again, trying to break free from the control of the blood thorns.

The intense pain hit his spirit layer by layer. He failed several times before he finally pulled out a little thorn.

At this moment, blood thorns grew out of his body again, fixing his body.

His life force was draining away faster.

"Don't move," He Ao, who was turning over a huge rock, said casually, "The more you struggle, the more thorns will grow. Unless you can get rid of all the thorns at once, I advise you not to move."

Hearing this, the starlight figure was silent for a moment.

Before, He Ao pulled out his guitar strings with just one move of force.

After a brief silence, he suddenly exerted force, as if trying to break free from all control at once.

But just for a moment, as intense pain spread to his body, his soul, and his body suddenly trembled.

He naturally retracted his movements, but before he could react, new blood thorns sprouted from his body, piercing his 'skin' and growing more thorns.

This time, He Ao on the side did not say anything. I don’t know whether it was because he did not hear the motive or he did not care.

He still had his back to the starlight figure, and reached out his hand to lift up several broken rocks, revealing broken bricks underneath and an alloy door.

He opened the door, revealing the dark space inside.

He Ao raised his hand and exerted a little force.

Along with the slight tremor of the void, a gray box suddenly flew out from the dark space and fell into He Ao's hands.

The starlight figure, whose body was pierced by more dense blood thorns, raised his head and looked at He Ao, and said hoarsely, "How do you know there are healing items here?"

"I guessed," He Ao said casually, "You are so seriously injured. If you don't come to find medicine, are you just going to die here?"

Hearing this, the starlight figure was obviously silent for a moment.

Then he raised his head and looked at He Ao, "I am the only one who knows how to unlock the box. It's useless for you to use mind reading. You should know that you can't see any of my memories."

After a brief pause, he continued to speak hoarsely. The continuous damage and destruction made his voice weak many times. "Let's make a deal. You let me go, and I'll give you the thing in the box. It's a very effective healing item. It has a certain effect even on tyrants. Believe me, you won't regret it."

"You've delayed for so long, hasn't the 'support' arrived yet?" He Ao said calmly, looking at the starry figure in front of him.

Hearing this, the starlight figure stiffened slightly.

At this moment, he suddenly jumped up without hesitation and rushed towards He Ao.

He moved forward half a degree, then was completely caught by the huge blood thorns, unable to move.

At the same time, new blood thorns continued to spread out from his body, piercing his body and plundering his flesh and blood.

The speed at which his life was being lost suddenly accelerated.

At this moment, he finally realized something.

He stared at He Ao, and moved his body. Stimulated by the growing thorns, he spoke hoarsely, "Are you provoking me? Provoking me to riot and grow more thorns?"

"I reminded you." He Ao looked at him calmly, gently holding the box in his hand.

These words immediately choked back the words of the starlight figure.

The rapid loss of strength and life began to undermine his will and damage his ability to think.

He looked at He Ao, and his memory of the person in front of him began to blur.

He clenched his teeth and stared at He Ao, "I won't... let you go..."

"How do I open this box?"

He Ao shook the gray box in his hand and asked suddenly.

Hearing this voice, the starlight figure was slightly stunned, and then in the next second, he realized the purpose of what He Ao said.

He stretched his weak throat, suppressed his broken vitality, approached Heo, and said angrily, "I won't... tell you..."

His body began to glow, and cracks appeared all over his body.

The power of the God of War was tearing and destroying the body structure of the Starlight Figure, completely shredding his soul and person.

He Ao raised his head, looked at the starlight figure in front of him, looked at his angry face, nodded gently and said, "I know how to open it, thank you."

Hearing these words, the starlight figure's eyes suddenly widened.

He tried hard to reach out his hand and touch He Ao angrily.

But in the end, his hands were unable to break free from the bloody thorns, nor could he escape the fate that had already been determined.

At this moment, his body suddenly collapsed and turned into starlight filling the sky.

He is dead.

Completely dead.

He Ao watched everything in front of him calmly.

He raised his hand slightly, and his fingertips swept across the diffuse starlight.

Then he raised his head and looked at the sky.

The sky, which was originally filled with stars, is now mostly filled with a dark hole.

That is the battlefield left by the gods.

Then He Ao lowered his head and looked in front of him.

Among the broken starlight, a sphere with crisscrossing grey lines was now condensing among the diffuse light.

A faint, slightly crazy supernatural power slowly spread out from the sphere.

Woo——

A dilapidated old-fashioned train emerged from the void and passed over Howe's body.

When the train entered the void again, there was no trace of He Ao standing at the place where he had been standing.

Whether it is the person, the gray sphere, or the gray box held in the hand.

Along with the blood-stained thorns, it has now completely disappeared, leaving only an empty, destroyed area.