Life Copy Game

A small amount of light source sheds a cone of light from a high place, illuminating a hazy circular platform in the dark space.

And around this circular platform, one dark coffin after another is arranged tilted along the edge of the circle.

These coffins circled around the platform, like an inverted cone barrel, with its opening upwards and extending to the end of the darkness.

Squeak—squeak—

Like the opening and closing of an old door, sharp and harsh chewing sounds echoed in the dark night.

It was as if something was gnawing at something in the depths of this silent darkness.

And amid the rhythmic sounds of these gnawing sounds, an orange-gold light suddenly lit up on the platform.

Immediately afterwards, three figures covered with rays of light appeared on the platform, standing in the center surrounded by all the coffins.

With the appearance of these three rays of light, the whole world suddenly became quiet.

"This Knocking Stone Body is really good. I actually came in right away. Is this the bottom floor of this heretical church?"

The skinny man standing on the left glanced at the circular platform with a radius of only fifty meters under his feet, then looked up at the group of coffins extending into the darkness, "It doesn't look like much."

"These coffins are full of the corpses of spiritually advanced people,"

The scar-faced man standing on the right glanced at the endless coffins around him and said in a low voice, "The believers in Winter City alone cannot gather so many highly spiritual corpses. These heretical believers will most likely come from other places." The branch churches in the city also brought many corpses.”

"Have you built this city as your base camp?"

The skinny man sneered, "They don't even control this city yet, how stupid they are."

"What these heretics preach can easily make ordinary people believe that it is only a matter of time before they take control of the city,"

The scar-faced man lowered his head, "What's more, we don't have a city under our own control. Strictly speaking, if we hadn't developed for a longer time and inherited it from the Great Cataclysm era, our current strength would be far inferior to these heretical believers. Bigger.”

Hearing these words, the skinny man's face darkened, "Have you also believed in the nonsense of these heretics? What kind of eternal kingdom of God after death? They brought the eternal kingdom of God that means destruction and rebirth to the world at last. , twisting it into this kind of fiction just to satisfy desires is simply tarnishing the glory of eternal light.”

His voice became louder and his anger became more intense, "These heretical believers should be killed."

"I'm just talking about the situation,"

The scar-faced man glanced at the skinny man and added, "I won't hold back even if I meet these heretical believers."

But obviously, his answer did not satisfy the skinny man.

The skinny man opened his mouth, waiting to question the scar-faced man again about his faith.

"Now is not the time to discuss this,"

The bespectacled man standing in the middle snorted coldly. He glanced at the stone in his hand that was emitting a little golden light and looked like human finger bones, and put it away.

"Rockaway went to find out the underlying weirdness of the problem. He will be back soon. The gift of the ritual will not last long. We must find the target before he comes back."

His eyes looked at the rows of coffins closest to them, "According to the information given by the leader, the target's corpse should be placed here, either in the first row or the second row. We will search separately. Be careful not to step into the dark. Places without light are very dangerous.

"If you don't find it in the first row, step on the coffins in the first row and open the coffins in the second row."

"knew,"

The thin man responded lazily. He raised his head and glanced at the densely packed coffins again. "These heretical believers are really willing to use the resentment of so many highly spiritual dead to build a church. No wonder this church is so weird."

“Talk less, work more.”

The bespectacled man glanced at him and walked quickly to the coffin closest to him.

The thin man waved his hand and walked to the other side, while the scar-faced man walked to the remaining side.

These dark coffins are suspended in the air. The upper one-fifth is a semicircle, and the lower four-fifths is an inverted slender trapezoid.

The coffin is painted with patterns of radiating light. These patterns are very beautifully painted, but if you look carefully, they look like slender worms desperately squirming out from the coffin lid, densely packed.

"These heretics really like to do weird things."

The thin man glanced at the coffin in front of him, then took out a dagger, inserted it into the gap of the coffin lid, and tilted it suddenly.

At the moment of prying, he felt a strong suction force coming from the coffin, as if it was trying to suck the coffin lid tightly, hindering his movements.

This coffin lid is of ordinary C grade, so I'm afraid it won't even open.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the thin man lifted the lid of the coffin with force.

The moment the coffin lid was lifted, the suction force holding the coffin lid suddenly weakened, and the entire coffin lid opened to the left like a sliding door.

Lying in this coffin was a beautiful girl wearing a long skirt with a pierced chest. She placed her hands on her lower abdomen, her eyes were closed, and her face was peaceful.

"no."

The thin man shook his head, then turned and walked to the next coffin.

And the moment he stepped away, the girl's closed eyes suddenly opened.

Her body melted instantly and turned into a pool of bright red blood, seeping out from a corner of the coffin and falling into the silent darkness.

The thin man was already opening the next coffin. The three of them were all quick in their movements, violently opening the coffin with machetes or daggers to examine the corpses inside.

Just after the three of them opened several coffins, thick blood stains surged in the darkness.

It slowly flowed out from the darkness. After flowing onto the platform, it quickly split into three and flowed behind the three people.

Then these three pools of blood squirmed at the same time, forming three bloody men with slender limbs.

The bloody man raised his hand to touch the three people's shoulders.

Densely packed invisible blades emerged under the light and were aimed at the backs of the three people. Each blade shone with a little cold light, carrying an extremely suppressed terrifying power, slowly pressing down on the bloody man's raised hand. Down.

"die!"

At the moment when the blade was about to fall completely, the scarred man turned around in an instant, and with an icy cold light, the scimitar in his hand cut off the bloody man behind him.

Then he didn't stop, the blade was as fast as a stream of light, and he cut thousands of knives in the blink of an eye, cutting the slender bloody man into pieces as thin as cicada wings.

At the same time, the thin man not far from him raised his hand before the bloody man's hand touched his shoulder, and the dagger in his hand instantly cut the bloody man's neck.

The thick ice spread down the bloody man's neck, freezing the bloody man in an instant. Then the ice broke and turned into debris on the ground.

"cough-"

The man in glasses coughed lightly, and the bloody man behind him who stretched out his hand melted instantly and returned to a pool of blood.

All this happened very quickly. In an instant, the three bloody human remains fell to the ground, squirmed for a while, and did not get up again.

"Is this the so-called 'blood trick' that guards the lowest level of the church, and each clone has B-level combat power?"

The thin man glanced at the melting and squirming ice slag on the ground and kicked it, "It's not that bad."

"We have sacrificed so many 'sacrifice', and now that we have a gift, our own strength has been increased to a strong B-level level. We must be careful and careful. Do not let down your guard if you are calculating mentally or not."

The scarred man glanced at the blood slices on the ground and whispered.

The thin man's face was slightly grim, but he didn't say anything.

"The 'Blood Trick' will not die. After it is seriously injured and disintegrates, it will have fifteen minutes of 'recovery' time, so you have to act quickly."

The bespectacled man immediately walked to the next coffin without looking back.

The scarred man and the thin man immediately turned back and continued to open the coffin.

The three of them all had their gifts increased at the moment, and they all moved very quickly. Before, they had to guard against the 'blood trick', but now they were no longer on guard, so they acted with all their strength, and soon one by one the coffins were forcibly opened.

And the corpses in the coffin opened at the back did not turn into new blood monsters, and lay quietly in the coffin.

"found it!"

After most of the coffins in the first row were opened, the scarred man shouted excitedly. In front of him was a newly opened coffin, inside which lay quietly a tall, middle-aged man with a gentle face. year man.

He shouted while groping the man's body.

"Did you find anything?"

The man with glasses immediately turned his head and asked in a low voice.

"No," the scarred man's expression became darker as he groped around, "It seems he doesn't have it with him. Could he be at home?"

"impossible,"

The man with glasses walked quickly towards the scarred man, "Things like that will affect the holder's mentality and make the holder subconsciously carry it with him. To seal it, you must have the secret method of the wizard in the Cataclysm Era. No one can understand it now." These things are gone.

"Especially with his level of compatibility, he can't resist the temptation of that thing."

"Will it be given to other people, such as his wife and children?"

The scarred man groped around again and still couldn't find it, so he asked in a low voice.

"It takes a lot of perseverance for him to separate this thing. Not to mention that he is an ordinary person. Even if he can have the perseverance to give the thing away, the information we got is that his wife and children are all dead..."

The bespectacled man's face became darker and darker. He glanced at the middle-aged man lying in the coffin, reached out and groped around, but couldn't find it.

"But there's really nothing left on him."

The scarred man said solemnly.

"Where is his wife? His wife is also a highly spiritual ordinary person, and the body should be here too."

The man with glasses looked around.

"At this."

At this time, the thin man also opened a coffin. He stood in front of the coffin and looked back at the man with glasses.

Lying in the coffin was an intellectual woman with crow's feet around her eyes.

The thin man looked back at the man in the coffin and said, "Quite handsome, with a temperament."

"There is a problem with the intelligence. Bring both coffins and we will leave here immediately."

The bespectacled man's face completely darkened, and he took out the stone that resembled a finger bone again.

The thin man immediately closed the coffin lid and dragged the suspended coffin from its position.

The scarred man on the other side also closed the coffin lid at the same time, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't drag the coffin down.

It was as if a huge force acted on the coffin, making it as heavy as a mountain.

He raised his head and found a white palm stretching out from the darkness and pressing on the coffin.

Those slender arms were like a big mountain, tightly pressing down on the coffin, preventing the scarred man from moving.

And behind the slender arm, a figure slowly walked out of the darkness.

The scarred man's expression changed, and he immediately pulled out his scimitar and slashed at the figure.

His sword skills were very fast, like a phantom of light, so fast that his movements could hardly be caught in the void.

He relied on this kind of sword technique to cut the blood trick into countless pieces in an instant.

boom--

Two green-white fingers gently lifted up and clamped the blade of his knife, "Talent Sequence 121: Bandit, good command."

A gentle and peaceful voice sounded in the silent darkness.

The figure twisted his fingers and broke the sharp blade.

Then the next second, the broken and flying blade pierced the scarred man's throat.

"Weird...heresy..."

Orange-colored blood spurted out from the wound in the scarred man's throat. He struggled to lift half of the scimitar,

But the figure no longer looked at him. Instead, he passed by him and patted his shoulder gently. The golden light followed the figure's fingertips and completely penetrated his body, destroying his vitality.

The light on him gradually dimmed.

"You...why are you here!?"

The bespectacled man stared at the figure walking out of the darkness and raised the finger bones in his hand, but no matter how hard he urged, the golden light of the finger bones did not move at all.

He looked up and stared at the figure, "You closed this space?"

"No,"

The figure replied gently with a smile, "It's just blocking the abnormal path."

"Is this all false information you deliberately gave me?"

The bespectacled man's face was as dark as water, and he reached into his clothes.

"I surrender,"

Before he could say anything, the thin man beside him immediately put down the coffin in his hand, raised his hands, and looked at the figure,

"I have wanted to join your secret sect for a long time. I have admired your teachings for a long time. It's just a pity that I met the wrong person at that time. I just regret that I didn't have a chance. Now I have such a chance to choose, and I choose to join the righteous side! Abandon darkness and embrace light!”

"you!"

The man with glasses looked at the thin man angrily.

"Abandon darkness and embrace light?!"

The figure walking out of the darkness glanced at the thin man with a smile, "You are very good."

The thin man chuckled and breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could react, he saw the figure lift his steps and appeared in front of him in an instant, then grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

"I...I surrender..."

The thin man's eyes widened and he stared at the figure blankly. Silks of ice spread down his neck and onto the figure's hands.

"Talent Sequence 75: Magic Warrior, well, your solidification ability is quite good, you are a good prospect,"

The figure smiled gently, "It's a pity that I don't have the duty to accept heretics."

He gently shook off the ice shards on his hands, and then with a strong flick, he threw the thin man into the gap between the coffins, into the darkness where the light did not shine.

The thin man struggled hard, trying to grab the coffin board beside him to prevent himself from falling completely into darkness.

But at this moment, a hand covered in corpse spots grabbed his body from the depths of the darkness, pulled his shoulders, covered his glasses, and covered his mouth.

As he struggled, these hands became more and more numerous, and finally completely covered his body, pulling him into the silent darkness.

Squeak—squeak—

There was the sound of chewing in the darkness.

"You also have spies around the leader?"

The bespectacled man looked at the figure who turned around, his expression gloomy, "I'm the one telling you this time, I'm willing to admit defeat."

He slowly took out a white corona-shaped object with a vertical pointer from his clothes.

"Corona of Glory?"

The figure looked at the man with glasses and raised his eyes slightly.

"Is this what you want? You know that I will definitely bring it here in order to break the shield of the main church."

The bespectacled man's face turned completely cold. "Whether you can get it or not depends on your ability. I'll help you support me. I also have an explanation for the leader."

The figure smiled and stared at the golden disk in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly.

A bright light suddenly flashed in the dark space.

Immediately afterwards, two figures as fast as phantoms jumped and collided between the coffins.

Streams of light and shadow suddenly flashed across the entire space, and the closed coffins continued to explode along with the flickering light, disappearing into the deepest darkness.

Wait until the light fades.

"What kind of monster are you..."

The man with glasses widened his eyes, holding the sun crown in his hand, lying back with his body pierced by several golden spears, looking at the figure in front of him with dull eyes.

The figure walked towards him step by step.

Boom - boom boom - boom -

At this moment, a gentle knocking sound came from a coffin in the third row not far from the two of them.

Immediately, in the dark silence, the closed coffin lid was suddenly pushed open.

A bloody butterfly flew out of the dark coffin, spread its wings, and landed on the top of the coffin lid.

Immediately afterwards, a pale hand stained with blood stretched out from the coffin and held the edge of the coffin with a 'bang'.