Since The Red Moon Appeared

"Kill him, kill him, kill him..."

"Destroy it all, destroy it all, destroy all the profane gazes..."

"..."

On the one hand, there is anger that cannot be vented, and on the other hand, there is a cold and insidious provocation to face the anger.

This caused the black particles around Lu Xin's body to explode continuously.

It even seems to have raised countless levels, reaching a level that has never been touched before, and the crazy babbling in his mind has become extremely chaotic, almost completely submerging Lu Xin's consciousness, making him at this time like a monster out of control. .

Almost no one dared to look directly in their direction with their own eyes.

No one could see that there seemed to be a faint light in Lu Xin's brain.

That is the suppressor hidden in Lu Xin's head, and its power has reached its peak.

"It's not right, it's not right..."

In the middle of the battlefield, Dr. An, who could only hold his head weakly, was in a state of confusion, but he was shouting in his heart.

A dangerous breath in her intuition frightened her heart.

what happened……

Obviously just now he only wanted to let the tyrant take action to clean up these arrogant and cold-blooded generation of researchers.

But now that the tyrant really made a move and showed the craziest side, she suddenly felt a strong worry.

"The fortune-seeker's prophecy..."

On the other side, Dean Xue, who fled behind the circus, also lowered his head silently.

He didn't dare to face the battlefield directly, but he could feel the changes on the battlefield, so endless worries arose in his heart...

"Will the prophecy succeed?"

"Can you keep the glimmer of hope you mentioned?"

"..."

"..."

"Dean, then...what happened there?"

Also at this moment, No. 7 felt terrified at the remote location of the Sleeping Mountain Range.

Her voice changed a little, and she shouted in horror.

"The birth of a new god..."

The old dean whispered: "And, the failure of the trial..."

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The failure of the trial...

No. 7 heard the old dean say the word "trial", and felt his heart constrict suddenly, because even the test paper in Lu Xin's hand was actually handed over by himself, even if Lu Xin's trial, There are many parts that she helped to plan, but she still doesn't quite understand where the old dean's trial will end up, and what kind of existence will be created in the end...

All she knew was that the old dean's trial was a gamble every time.

Even the old dean mentioned in his conversation with a certain existence that every time he gambled, he was not very sure.

If you succeed, you will improve a little.

If it fails, it is likely to cost the whole world...

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"The trial of the heart is the most important trial."

The old dean also seemed to see the horror in No. 7's heart, and sighed in a low voice. Only when he talked about this matter, his face would lose his usual calm and self-confidence, and become more like a Person: "You heard it before. A generation of researchers asked me. I have already told them the contents of the seven trials. However, I mixed some lies in it."

"In your opinion, the test of the heart is to see if he has become a real person?"

"But what is the definition of a person?"

"Can it be seen through a simple trial?"

The old dean sighed lowly, and explained softly: "In my opinion, he has always been a human being, a gentle and kind child in nature, but he has been severely polluted by the spirit, and the heavy pressure has affected his mind. Thoughts and actions..."

"Actually, he's just an unfortunate child..."

"He has no choice since he was born, has been polluted, and has been made into a container of anger..."

"..."

Listening to the old dean's words, No. 7's heart twitched fiercely, and she felt indescribable envy, even jealousy.

when……

When will the old dean talk to himself like this...

When will he treat himself like he treats No. 9?

"so……"

Her voice was a little hoarse, and she said in a low voice: "What exactly is the trial of the heart?"

"I've already put the answer on the question, it's just that there are too many stupid people in this world who can't understand it."

The old dean sighed softly, and said: "The test of the heart is as simple as seeing if he can keep his heart."

"See if he can withstand the 'initial' pollution, and whether he can maintain his humanity as a polluted body."

"Otherwise, he is just a part of the 'original', a prison used by a generation of research institutes to imprison the spiritual power of the 'original' infiltrated into reality. He is a tyrant who has no humanity and can only be controlled by anger, and is destroyed monster."

"You can use any name to describe him, but only, he is not himself."

"..."

Speaking of this, the old dean sighed lowly, and said softly: "We often get close to a person infinitely. We inherit his ideas, inherit his feelings, and sometimes, even inherit his memories. Hate. We feel the glory and the pride of having power from him, the phoniness of being powerful, but looking at it on another level..."

"How do we know whether we have obtained his power or become a part of him?"

"..."

When he said these words, he looked at No. 7 quietly, as if there was some other emotion in him.

But No. 7 didn't hear the implication of the old dean's words, she just opened her eyes wide in horror:

"He... he will be the first, or?"

"..."

The old dean shook his head helplessly, and said in a low voice, "I was imprisoned in the abyss at first."

"And Lu Tianming is already dead..."

"What is left is only his obsession, anger and the obsession to destroy everything."

"And such obsessions will not be understood. To deal with these generation of researchers who have mastered the destiny of the world..."

"Anger is useless, it is only used."

"And this is also the reason why we can only use the 'initial' power, but cannot pin our hopes on it."

"..."

"Initially...initially..."

No. 7 muttered these two words, but his heart was surging like a tidal wave.

Unruly as she is, listening to these two words at this time, not only is her heart sinking: "As a polluted body to fight against the original..."

"How is this possible?"

"you……"

"..."

The old dean seemed to know what she was going to say, shook his head slightly, and said, "I have made some arrangements."

"But even the arrangement I made is just to remind him that the real confrontation still needs to be done by himself."

"His whole life is a process of desperately fighting against pollution, avoiding being swallowed by pollution..."

"He is essentially no different from other contaminated individuals."

"It's just that the pollution he wants to fight against is stronger..."

"..."

"..."

"Beep beep beep—"

Also at this moment, the layer upon layer of black particles had completely broken through to a certain terrifying level.

In Lu Xin's brain, there was some kind of mechanical sound, which suddenly issued a final warning.

He himself didn't know when he had such a powerful force.

The black particles have always been his greatest reliance.

When facing a powerful opponent, he always disliked that his strength was not strong enough.

For example, at this time, when I wanted to completely destroy the guy in black priest robes in front of me.

As expected, the black particles did not disappoint him.

Lu Xin didn't know that it was the spiritual power that Lu Tianming had left in the research institute before that played a role.

It was just "initially" climbing a layer in the abyss to resonate with the level of spiritual power brought to me.

Or, it was because after he killed so many "Tyrant Legion", he obtained an increase in strength.

In short, he felt that his strength was improving without limit.

Nothingness is powerful.

The girl with long white hair and expressionless face seemed to be able to resist all forces.

But I actually had a faint feeling that I could completely defeat her.

It was only a little bit close to defeating her, and then killing that hateful person hiding under her protection...

just a little bit...

hum...

A strange feeling appeared in Lu Xin's mind.

When he launched the attack frantically, his mind was filled with endless ravings.

Flying like ten thousand flies.

This chaotic and irritable feeling, which kept rising and surging, gradually made him numb.

In the extreme chaos and torture, he felt calm instead.

Suddenly, he saw the past, a passage above some kind of connection in the past.

That passage connected many things, and at the end of the passage, there was a shadow wearing a crown.

He sat quietly in the depths of the dilapidated palace, looking at himself calmly.

It seemed that through this kind of gaze, a power that ordinary people could not imagine was transmitted to him.

Generous and powerful, he is eager to give himself more strength when he needs it most.

"Shua..."

The sudden glimpse suddenly made Lu Xin feel a little rational in the extreme chaos.

He had actually seen this look many times before.

It was precisely by borrowing the power of this gaze that he defeated the dead sword bearer.

It was also by borrowing the power of this gaze that he gained the upper hand when he fought against the fire thief.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that he was too close to this gaze.

The owner of this gaze has even appeared in front of him, as if he could touch him by raising his hand...

"Do you want to destroy him?"

"Accept who you are, accept me, and you can do it..."

"..."

Layers of mental turmoil poured into Lu Xin's mind, and he suddenly had an unprecedented clear understanding of the things in front of him.

He suddenly discovered how simple it would be if he wanted to do this.

You only need to be a little less stubborn, and you can touch the highest level of power.

The power of nothingness can resist my anger, but this is because I am at the same level as nothingness, but as long as I have a little more power, I can break nothingness and successfully destroy the power of nothingness .

But do you really need to be a little more angry?

what's wrong...

A shadow flashed in Lu Xin's heart.

This comes from the usual training given to me by the Qinggang Special Clearing Department.

It's just that, even though he sensed that something was wrong, his confused head still couldn't think clearly.

After all, I only want to destroy a generation of researchers now.

This power seems to be too.

So, everyone has the same goal, so everything makes sense?

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"Chi Chi Chi..."

At this moment, the crowned clown in the distance was staring at Lu Xin with a smile on his face.

It is a kind of smile that wants to laugh, but dare not laugh presumptuously.

He forcibly endured and waited for a long time, as if he was waiting for such a delicate state to come.

Then he suddenly clapped his hands lightly.

As he clapped his hands, Lu Xin suddenly felt extreme pain, as if his flesh was being scorched by fire.

This severe pain suddenly made him slightly awake, and he tore off his clothes suddenly, and found that it was a gift from a mysterious circus that he had put in his pocket before. Tickets are burning themselves.

He subconsciously raised his head ferociously, and saw the clown laughing.

He was tall and funny, with the weirdest face and smile ever.

You can see it in reality, but feel that it is not in reality.

Instead, like the Tibetan stick man, he hid behind several layers of space, but the shadow was projected into reality.

Now, he is happily clapping his hands, pulling the silk thread in his hands, and dancing a very weird dance...

"Woo woo woo..."

As the clown danced, the circus below, sheltered by the shadow of the clown, suddenly started a carnival.

This is a weird battlefield.

This battlefield has already devoured the lives of many people, and made more people fall into despair.

It's not a place for performances, but they, in high spirits, set up a tall stage.

Now Lu Xin, whose heart is filled with anger, doesn't want to talk to them at all, he just wants to destroy the bishop in black. At the same time, there are endless voices in his mind urging him: "Destroy him, destroy him!" To destroy him, we must destroy them..."

However, that ticket had a strange effect on Lu Xin.

After receiving the tickets, you have to watch the performance.

Just like the kind of pollution that Lu Xin encountered a long time ago, if you harvest roses, you will fall in love with him.

This is a performance that forces people to watch...

Lu Xin even felt the distorted power, forcing his attention to the stage.

Seeing that stage, there began to be people dressed in colorful clothes, performing in an exaggerated and crazy way.

Bouncing and bouncing, a grand and comic repertoire was performed.

The tinkling music and sharp laughter make people feel like they have fallen into a weird dream.

Lu Xin's pupils reflected the scene on the stage.

He saw a proud man standing on a tall box, dressed as a magician, he raised his black cloak with both hands, with colorful ribbons flying around him, he looked proudly at everyone on the stage , majestic...

Then, behind him, a black shotgun fired countless colored ribbons with a bang.

The magician fell to the ground and landed on the stage.

Under his black cloak, figures suddenly stepped out one after another.

These people are also very exaggeratedly dressed, there are men and women, there are clowns, there are weird bugs...

After they escaped, they immediately turned around and snatched everything from the magician, some snatched the magician's cane, some snatched the crown on the top of the magician's head, some tore off a part of his body, and quickly fled around...

The magician was covered by layers of black curtains, as if he was in despair.

Then, all the music suddenly stopped, and the lights on the stage were instantly dimmed to the extreme.

Slowly, slowly.

Under the curtain, suddenly a small puppet came out from under the curtain.

His body was connected with silk threads one by one. He staggered, as if he was learning to walk and learn about the world.

He saw the singing women around him, so he learned to sing along.

Seeing the clown riding a unicycle, he learned to ride a unicycle.

Seeing the strong man lifting the barbell, he raised the barbell with one hand...

He walked faster and faster, became more and more flexible, and seemed to be a living person.

It's just that he himself didn't notice that the silk thread on his body was getting tighter and tighter, and the other end was stretched deep in the curtain.

The more flexible he was, the faster the other end of the line was pulled out by him...

He doesn't know this kind of danger, he only knows that he is learning everything around him ignorantly, shaking his head, happily chasing other happy people, hoping to live with them, and other people are either happy or Weird, hiding in one place after another, watching him secretly, or thinking about getting something from him, or looking at him coldly, wanting to destroy him.

Until, an elegant and beautiful woman appeared.

When the spotlight hit her, others realized that she had been following behind the little puppet.

Look at him, help him, with a smile on your face and love in your eyes.

She could have been in the middle of the stage, but she was willing to hide in the dark, blocking many knives, swords, and insidious blow needles thrown by others for the little puppet. She didn't remind the little puppet, as if watching it happy was the most Happy things.

Until, the tight silk threads on the puppet's body have become very dangerous.

She stepped forward gently, took out a pair of scissors, and then gently cut off the most dangerous thread on the puppet.

click...

This crisp sound resounded on the stage, so all the joy and liveliness suddenly stopped.

All music stops.

All actors, whether magicians or showgirls, or Hercules, or dwarves, have also ceased.

They turned around at the same time, bowed slightly towards the woman on the stage, and offered their courtesy.

Behind the stage, the tall and grotesque crowned clown still had a smile on his face, but there were tears in his eyes. Bend down, salute.

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"Crack..."

It was also the soft sound of scissors on the stage that suddenly woke Lu Xin up from the state of extreme madness.

He finally understood what the final performance was.

The last performance is the ultimate farewell performance for a person who is willing to sacrifice himself to gain hope.

Finally at this moment, tears welled up from the dry and burning eyes...

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