My double is steve

In the world of time stop.

Fang Mo conducted a detailed study on the new module.

After various tests, Fang Mo finally came to a conclusion... that is, this new module is indeed worth his expectations.

It seems that his instinctive desire for Schrödinger was not a lie. This so-called dummy module has almost fundamentally changed his concept of existence, so in various senses, this module has made him go further and further on the road of "not being a human".

Of course, this is also unavoidable.

After all, there are too many fancy ways to play this module.

Just like you perverts, Fang Mo's first thought was to use it for sex.

Although many people say that copper smelting is wrong, if Fang Mo refines himself... then it seems that others can no longer blame him, right?

Although the dummy + custom Steve can make Fang Mo ever-changing, because the essence of the player entity is still Fang Mo himself, his series of operations can only be regarded as control at most. Although it is very cruel, strictly speaking, no one can punish him.

There are many similar operations.

As a typical old Scorpio and a wife-protecting maniac, Fang Mo almost immediately thought of his unlucky partner.

How could he forget her when such a good thing happened?

It is impossible not to persecute her. To be honest, as long as he thought of Xiao Yao's unbelievable expression, Fang Mo couldn't help laughing, and his brothers stood up together.

Pure love Ag party...

This is really a road that has never been imagined.

Of course, when it comes to his partner, Fang Mo suddenly thought of some other things at this moment.

Although they are both players, Fang Mo realized a long time ago that the other party's authority is not as high as his own. At most, he can only be regarded as an ordinary player, while he is the server owner.

For example, functions such as unlocking new modules.

His partner can't do it.

As early as in the one-punch copy, Xiao Yao took metal plates to piece together several boxes, wanting to unlock more boxes, but the system issued a prompt sound of "Research failed, player Xiaoyao does not have the authority to add modules to the server. '.

At the end.

It was Fang Mo who unlocked this module himself.

He didn't take it seriously at the time, but now thinking back, Fang Mo vaguely figured out something wrong.

That was mentioned before.

It's hard for his partner to operate on two lines like himself, controlling the main body and Steve at the same time.

Normally, if she wants to control Steve... or Alex works in the game world, builds machines, or builds assembly lines, then the main body must lose consciousness and fall into a state similar to a deep coma, and will not wake up no matter how he plays.

At first, Fang Mo thought it was a difference between individuals.

But when he just unlocked the new module, the weird experience like a bug... made him touch his true self to some extent.

That's not a deviation in self-cognition.

On the contrary, it is a way for Fang Mo to recognize his true self.

But now.

Fang Mo doesn't want to recognize these so early.

His humanity is too small, just like a speck of dust in front of his true self. If he delve too deeply, he will easily be swallowed by himself and lost outside the multiverse... Become a chaotic and unrestrained demon king like Azathoth, transcending everything.

Then become blind and stupid.

Be surrounded by a group of outer gods like Naya and beat the drum.

But even without delving into these, Fang Mo still has some rough guesses about his own existence.

He even suspects that things like unlocking modules, actualization, substitutes... and even MC itself are a kind of self-protection mechanism for itself.

His partner can only operate in a single thread.

But he can inexplicably operate in multiple threads...

If controlling the original body and the substitute Steve can be explained by talent, then now, how to explain the control of other player entities? This is a bit wrong no matter how you think about it, okay?

This is already a four-thread operation.

And in theory, there is no upper limit for player entities.

As time goes by, the number of player entities that Fang Mo can control will only increase. He can wander in different worlds at the same time and experience different experiences, just like the infinite incarnations of the gods outside the Cryptid system.

And these incarnations are all controlled by Fang Mo alone.

According to his preferences, these entities will make different actions in different worlds. The worlds he likes will be kind, and the worlds he hates will bring disasters.

And these worlds will also name and distinguish Fang Mo's entities.

For example, the kind-hearted God Emperor Xier.

Or the terrible malice of Islach.

If you have to make a metaphor, this group of natives is like ants in an ant nest.

They regard Fang Mo's feet as the embodiment of evil, because the feet will crush a large number of ants directly when they step on them, but the feet don't care about this happening at all, while Fang Mo's hands are the embodiment of kindness, occasionally throwing sugar, or moving them to other places without killing them.

But in fact, no matter which incarnation it is.

In fact, Fang Mo controls it with his own will.

The so-called incarnation or clone is actually just an adjective invented by the ants because they cannot understand Fang Mo's existence... close, but not completely accurate.

And if we talk about the only exception.

Then it may be Fang Mo's little partner.

While having the player entity, it retains the existence of self-awareness and memory.

This is the result of Fang Mo's continuous efforts, the blessing of several foreign gods, and the miracle caused by the superposition of countless wishing machines.

In fact, it was not until this moment that Fang Mo suddenly reacted. What Nyarlathotep said when he saw the little demon... It is obvious that the other party regarded her as a part of himself.

But this is also good.

As I said, Fang Mo, the old Scorpio, still has a strong possessiveness. If the other party is a part of himself... This feeling is not bad.

They admire each other.

It's like hugging half of their bodies.

"Huh, it's done..."

After Fang Mo thoroughly studied the module, he breathed a sigh of relief. While controlling another player entity to input the /home command, he lifted the time stop of the Sword of the Divine Tree: "Then time begins to flow."

Accompanied by Fang Mo's words.

The originally stagnant world suddenly regained its vitality.

The pendulum on the tower began to swing again, and the battlefield around it also resumed its hustle and bustle. Walter and Anderson's shouts could still be heard faintly.

"This...should be able to be saved?"

Seeing the Schrodinger meat stuffing in front of him, Fang Mo hesitated for a moment, and then drew out the whole living sickle: "Forget it, let's give it a try."

After that.

Fang Mo directly used the blade...to scrape the meat paste on the ground back and forth.

Although it looks a bit abstract, the healing effect is unexpectedly good, just like playing the video of Lao Ma eating a sheep's head in reverse...Accompanied by Fang Mo's scraping, the Schrodinger on the ground really reorganized little by little, and finally completed the resurrection.

But after coming back to life.

Schrödinger's face changed when he saw Fang Mo, and the hair on his ears exploded instantly: "You...!"

"Don't be afraid, it's all right now." Fang Mo was in a good mood at the moment, and he smiled and explained: "I'm now in sage time, and I've lost interest in you. You can just find a place to squat and wait for Akate."

"..."

Schrödinger didn't say anything, but took two steps back in fear.

And Fang Mo was too lazy to pay attention to him, and turned his head to look at the battlefield, but Akate was no longer there.

Instead.

There was only a rapidly spreading shadow.

At first, this shadow turned into a thick black and red fog, just like a boiling hell pot, rolling constantly, and countless broken limbs and debris could be vaguely seen surging in it.

But soon.

These mists began to riot.

They began to tremble and boil, and then the overwhelming blood plasma gushed out from them.

It was as if the gates of hell were opened, and the sticky plasma gushed out from the mist like a fountain... no, it was like a tsunami.

Along with the plasma, there were also dense eyeballs. These scarlet eyes seemed to have self-awareness, constantly turning, observing everything around, flowing along the surging plasma, and then soon, countless corpses emerged from the sea of ​​blood.

It was as if each eyeball represented a corpse.

These corpses were not dead, but began to move as if they were alive.

They were all enemies who had been sucked blood by Akate. Among them were not only special forces soldiers from South America, vampires like Tuba Cain, but also countless victims from the Middle Ages.

Like the Ottoman Empire's army, the Wallachian Principality Army, and of course countless civilians. At this moment, all these dead people emerged in the sea of ​​blood. They were not complete individuals, but were attached and entangled with each other... as if they were inseparable from the surging sea of ​​blood.

So that's it.

The tide of death composed of zombies and bloody roars began to devour everything.

The blood plasma surged, even raising a huge wave that was dozens of meters high, full of corpses, strangling everything around.

The crusaders from the Vatican were still defending.

They tried to form a city array, and the weapons in their hands poured gunpowder desperately.

But such a dense attack could only smash the corpses in the front row and tear them into rotten meat.

But then these pieces of meat were swept by the sea of ​​blood, and they hit them hard at a height of dozens of meters and a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour. It was like a giant wall of flesh and blood rolling over them head-on, and any struggle was doomed to be futile.

It was almost just a blink of an eye.

These crusaders disappeared, and they didn't even have time to scream.

Of course, the same goes for the vampire army from the millennium. They are also equipped with modern weapons, but whether they resist or escape, their fate is doomed...

That is to become part of this raging sea of ​​blood.

Even those armed helicopters flying high in the sky, sent by the Vatican, are the same.

You must know that there are not only miscellaneous soldiers in the Dead River of Akat, but also vampires like Tubal Cain.

I saw cards roaring out one after another, splitting the atmosphere, piercing through these helicopters in the blink of an eye, causing them to explode into fireworks in mid-air. Even the airships higher up were also attacked and lit up with flames. It started to flicker on it, and there were obviously signs of a crash.

"What kind of monster is this guy!?"

And at this moment, Father Andrewson here couldn't help but exclaimed.

Facing this endless sea of ​​the dead, even he was unable to fight. At this moment, he could only move around on the top of the building.

"This guy……"

And who was equally moved by Andreessen was Walter.

At this moment, he was also swinging between the buildings with a steel wire, looking at the terrifying dead river below, and his stern face couldn't help but show an ugly expression: "Did this guy actually eat so many people? No wonder he can't be killed..."

"But let's put it another way."

Andrewson on the other side heard Walter's words, and reacted instantly: "If you can't kill him normally, isn't now an opportunity?"

"Um?"

Walter turned to look at him and suddenly frowned: "Acat is my enemy, only I can kill him!"

"I don't care so much, I'll just kill him!"

Andrewson didn't care about this at all, and even Walter's hostility was completely ignored: "I am the tool of the Lord... I will kill any blasphemous monster!"

"you……"

"He showed up! There!"

Walter wanted to say something else, but it was a pity that Andreessen didn't give him a chance at all. He pulled out two blunderbuss and rushed forward: "Close the door!!!"

"Stop!"

When Walter saw this, he quickly followed.

But as soon as he exerted force on his feet, he suddenly heard a faint voice.

"The eighth son of the island city is my name. When I move in and out, I squat down there..."

The voice was humorous but had a hint of indescribability, like some kind of blasphemous and taboo whisper. Now that Walter had eaten the golden apple, his fighting intuition was very strong, and an extremely bad feeling instantly emerged in his heart.

I saw him subconsciously looking back.

But he happened to see a figure standing on top of the tallest building in London not far away.

"That's... General Wang?"

Walter narrowed his eyes slightly and found Fang Mo standing there with a brown giant sword in his hand, and in front of him was a golden... toilet?

"Wait, what is this guy going to do again?"

Seeing Fang Mo slowly raising the giant sword in his hand, Walter suddenly realized something: "Oops!!!"

It was an instinctive reaction that could be said to be close to panic.

Almost without thinking, Walter turned around and rushed towards Fang Mo, shooting out the steel wire at the same time, trying his best to stop him.

Unfortunately it's still too late.

Because in the next second, Fang Mo still thrust the sword into the golden toilet.

"Type Zero, shit river..."