This endless world

Since the first time he used the power of the fourth level, Zhao Zukong has been troubled by the memory of the past.

At first, it was a dream when he was sleeping; later, it was a scene he fell into when he closed his eyes; in the end, even in daily life, he would find himself reappearing in the small house of his childhood without knowing when. On the island, he plays the role of "Zhao Zhukong"... It is as if there is a ghost named "Zhao Zhukong", leaving a part of himself forever on the small island of his childhood.

...And every time he ends up with failure, the death of Zhao Ruikong, and the snap of his fingers that seals everyone's memory.

Whenever Zhao Zukong witnessed Zhao Ruikong's death and saw the desperate look on Zhao Yingkong's face, his heart would be invaded by severe pain, so much that he could hardly breathe.

And it was through these painful moments that Zhao Zukong was able to temporarily break free from these spiritual abyss that constantly intruded on him... until the next time, he fell into that familiar and endless cycle again.

Blood and killing are what being an assassin must accompany. Zhao Zhuikong, who was unable to get out of this spiritual dilemma, did not understand his own nature, and lacked the means to suppress his inner demons, was experiencing inner trials and pain all the time. And every time his hands are stained with blood, the pain will become more and more painful, and he will sink deeper and deeper into it, unable to extricate himself.

But Zhao Zukong has to use it. The genetic optimization of the fourth-level gene lock is a passive talent, and the subtle skills are already instinctive. It is not something that can be used without using it... and the identity of "Witch" is Let him sink deeper and deeper into the quagmire.

Gradually, as he continued to use the power of the fourth level, Zhao Zukong changed.

He became indifferent and extreme, and became unconsciously cruel when hunting animals on the island, causing them to die in pain. Even in daily sparring, he became merciless towards his brothers and sisters except Zhao Yingkong and Zhao Ruikong...

The power of time is the most incredible thing.

Perhaps after experiencing this scene for the first time, Zhao Zukong would feel devastated by Zhao Ruikong's death, empathize with Zhao Yingkong's involuntary loss, and be in pain. The same goes for ten times, a hundred times, or even a thousand times...but what about ten thousand times, one hundred thousand times, or even one million times, or ten million times?

——Even Zhao Zukong himself did not realize at all that in a certain cycle, some things could never go back.

This is the inner demon.

It is not like a mental controller who changes a person's consciousness through hypnosis or hallucinations and makes them do things that are contrary to their behavior; rather, it subtly molds a person into the shape of his deepest desire. .

This is a road of inquiry, and it is a road that only one can walk on. It cannot be disobeyed, cannot be changed, and cannot be turned back.

…

It's like a fuse and an excuse for depravity.

As if Pandora's box had been opened, things began to get out of hand.

During these countless reincarnations, Zhao Zukong began to become more and more bloodthirsty and extreme.

Then, Zhao Zukong began to stain his hands with blood and began to kill his brothers and sisters who might have lost control. Until in a certain memory, when he ignored Zhao Yingkong and killed Zhao Likong, he showed a bloodthirsty smile for the first time.

No one could see Zhao Zukong's expression, because all his teammates in the main god space had been killed by him, and the murderous intention could not be suppressed even by the soul barrier pendant. And his character in reality has become moody as his strength has increased, and he is no longer what he used to be.

Until entering the world of Legend of Sword and Fairy, when he learned that the Zhongzhou team would also participate in this team battle, Zhao Zukong was so excited that it was hard to breathe. His feelings for his sister also gave this young man a rare clarity of mind. , it can be regarded as a brief suppression of the heart that was almost filled with murderous intention...

——Until more than twenty days ago, Zhao Zukong was hit in the front by Julian's death blow "Six Paths of Reincarnation", which became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

That was really an extremely violent blow, and even caused Zhao Zukong's consciousness to go blank for a short time... And when the man came back to his senses from the island in his soul, his feet were already covered with blood. The bodies of his brothers and sisters.

The only murder weapon was in Zhao Zukong's hand.

There was no loss of control from Zhao Likong.

There was no such thing as Zhao Ruikong's rampage.

Zhao Yingkong was not controlled.

Nor did Zhao Ruikong use his last bit of strength to seal up everyone's memories of this incident before he died. Although it was not perfect, there was an ending in which not too many people were sacrificed.

Some were just a massacre, a massacre started by Zhao Zukong, a massacre in which Zhao Zukong personally killed all his brothers and sisters, even without any reason.

When Zhao Zukong held the dagger with his blood-stained hands and placed it tremblingly in front of him, preparing to kill himself, he saw his own expression on the blade of the dagger.

That is, a smile.

A smile of joy from the bottom of my heart.

It was only then that the memories of countless reincarnations flooded into Zhao Ruikong's mind, making him miss the scene of killing his brothers and sisters again and again, making him remember the moment when he cut off Zhao Ruikong's head. A surge of excitement made him recall the warm touch of the dagger piercing Zhao Ruikong's mouth, as well as the supreme joy... And this feeling of bliss was enough to completely wash away the remaining reason in his heart.

"Hee, hee hee, hee hee hee... hee hee hee hee, hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee!"

First there was a smile, then a laugh, then a wild laugh, and finally a heart-rending, meaningless laugh that seemed to make everything laugh out loud.

Human power always has its limits, and emotions will eventually become distorted. And through countless experiences, even some of the most precious things in our hearts will eventually deteriorate, be diluted, and eventually turn into dust without leaving a trace.

From then on, the sky in the soul turned into blood, and the last piece of pure land in Zhao Suikong's heart collapsed.

…

The small island in Zhao Zukong's memory was completely covered in blood.

At this time, Zhao Zukong's brothers and sisters all had the same happy smiles on their faces as Zhao Zukong's. There was no fishing, no dialogue, no sparring, or brotherly and sisterly affection... some Just killing, complete killing.

Killing is a matter of meeting, and the killing will not stop regardless of life or death. Every boy and girl with the name of "Sora" will transform himself into a beast, with the goal of killing all living humans. And no matter who they were or were killed, they still had that smile on their faces.

——And the result has never changed.

Zhao Zukong is the one who survives to the end every time.

Four thousand three hundred and ninety-six times, without a single miss. Every time, Zhao Yingkong was the first to kill Zhao Ruikong. Zhao Zukong's opponent every time was Zhao Yingkong, the strongest genius in the Assassin family for thousands of years, the most outstanding among them all. that.

But even she has never defeated Zhao Zukong even once, not even once.

Because this is Zhao Zukong's inner demon, Zhao Zukong's inner world, if he is willing, he will never lose.

Whether it's a hundred million times or a trillion times.

Perhaps when he first killed Zhao Yingkong, Zhao Zukong still had some human emotions in his heart, and he still felt pain and sadness; but after countless killings, Zhao Zukong was killed countless times in different or the same way. After his life was taken away, the young man's heart did not fluctuate at all, and he even felt dull.

His heart has become "indifferent", and his people have become "demon". Indifferent indifference, he is possessed by the devil.

Therefore, when Zhao Yingkong, who somehow possessed a trident this time and seemed a little different from usual, appeared in front of him, Zhao Zukong did not feel anything was wrong. He just relied on instinct like a machine to get close to her, fought like thousands of times in the past, and then took away this woman's life.

——Until, after hundreds of confrontations, Zhao Yingkong stretched out a fist in front of him.

It was not the dagger he had always used, nor the nails he had used countless times in his killing experience, nor the killing methods of other assassin families. This time Zhao Yingkong used a fist, a fist wrapped in black light!

That was a punch that couldn't be any harder and harder.

It was a fist packed with unparalleled power, completely unlike what Zhao Yingkong could hit. It contained subtle power and annihilated the light of the soul. It hit Zhao Zukong's face at the dual levels of soul and reality!

"boom!"

Zhao Zukong's thoughts seemed to be stretched ten times or even a hundred times at this moment. With the sound of cracking bones, he felt as if he had been punched by Gai Bojia, a mechanical creation from the heavens. His seven orifices were bleeding and he was beaten. He turned around and was embedded in the rock wall of a hill... and half of his head was shattered, and the back of the skull, the hardest part of the human skeleton, was blown out of his body!

"cough!"

The severe pain made Zhao Zukong howl out, and feeling the familiar black light of his soul, his consciousness, which had been dim for a long time, became clear for a moment.

"...Little sister, is that you?"

"Are you awake yet?"

Looking at Zhao Zukong who fell from mid-air and knelt down in embarrassment, most of the non-human scales on his body were broken into pieces. He kept coughing out blood and internal organs fragments, and could not get up again for a long time. Zhao Yingkong took a breath and took back. His right fist was wrapped with black light: "If you are awake, seize this hard-won time. I will leave you three minutes to give you my last words."

Annihilation is a kind of spiritual light that can annihilate all other spiritual lights. Its "cancellation" characteristic is its function.

Just like when he used the light of the soul to offset the energy when fighting Yang Yun, Zhao Yingkong at this time can also use the most intuitive method of beating with his fists to knock Zhao Zukong out of the killing state and restore his own energy in a short period of time. Some self.

——After all, even the original Zhao Yingkong would not be willing to see his brother die in the state of a beast.

"Last words...? I don't have any last words."

Covering half of his face with one hand, as if to hide the smile that appeared on his face again at some point, Zhao Zukong took a breath: "I don't need to have any last words."

"...Zhao Zhukong, you are so pitiful now."

Zhao Yingkong sighed softly and said: "If one day I become like you, I really hope someone can end me as easily and simply as I am now, although my thoughts at that time It may have changed, but this is indeed my most sincere thought now..."

Listening to what Zhao Yingkong said, Zhao Zukong's heart, which had become cold due to the killing, seemed to beat slightly, but then this trace of emotion disappeared again, leaving only a brief moment of confusion in his eyes. : "Who said this?"

"This is what you said yourself on that island, Zhao Zukong."

Zhao Yingkong looked at the no longer human state in front of him, and had almost transformed into what he himself had mentioned, the monsters underground of the Assassin family that only looked like three-quarters of a human being, and closed his eyes slightly: "But look at you now, you have become What does it look like?"

"Is this what I said? Forget it, that's not important anymore... What's important is that you can't kill me."

The brief confusion did not leave the slightest trace in Zhao Zukong's heart. The young man's eyes were once again filled with blood-colored mist, and the injuries sustained by Zhao Yingkong's punch also began to heal rapidly.

The vitality of "witches" is thousands of times that of ordinary humans. Now that Zhao Zukong has regained consciousness and is holding the Yan Demon Sword, he is three points stronger than before entering the world of Legend of Sword and Fairy.

This young man, who was awakened by Zhao Yingkong's "Annihilation" soul light and briefly regained consciousness from his inner demons, was covered in blood, but murderous intent and blood surged violently from his body again, but there was something hidden in his words. Sober madness, just like a madman who fully understands what he is doing: "My little apple, you can't kill me..."

"As long as you haven't broken through to the fourth intermediate level, you can't kill me now that I have regained my sanity and no longer rely on instinct to use the light of the soul!"

"What an ugly struggle...I'm sorry, it seems that 'my' last mercy was completely in vain."

Listening to the words that the original Zhao Zukong could not say, Zhao Yingkong still didn't know that the "Zhao Zukong" in his memory had been completely devoured and changed by his inner demons, and now he was just a human in human skin. The monster, whether in mind or other aspects, is fundamentally different from the original person.

"But I must admit one thing. If we just rely on the light of the soul to 'annihilate', 'Zhao Yingkong' will not be able to kill 'Zhao Zukong'."

Zhao Yingkong's eyes glanced at the Yan Demon Sword in Zhao Zukong's hand, and then she nodded seriously: "No matter what, the final outcome will only be to die together... And this is already happening in the biochemical process. A reality proven once in Crisis II.”

"However, unlike 'Zhao Yingkong', 'Zhao Yingkong' who has embarked on another path has the opportunity to completely kill 'Zhao Zukong'."

As Zhao Yingkong said this, the spiritual light "annihilation" wrapped around her hands quickly disappeared, but the determination in her eyes never diminished by half.

"So, let you see..."

"The light that belongs to me alone, the light of the soul." (End of this chapter)