"Hey, there are extra guys."
The sudden burst of magical light flew out to the far side of the corridor along with the aura caused by the same explosion, shrouding the two figures standing in the center of the corridor again in the white mist, as if they were not affected by this ice.
Affected by the cold aura, the man with the black armor and the big sword also stopped his movements and showed his frowning eyebrows in the dim and blurry scene: "Although it is within our expectations, it will always make people feel uncomfortable."
I feel unhappy."
"You! These! Bastards!"
As if he had just noticed the threat of the terrifying icy wind passing in front of him, Rondoer, who was standing there and shrouded in knotted black limbs, once again burst out with his own rising cry: "Get out of here! Get out of here!"
Open! I’m going to kill you! I’m going to—”
"Leave him alone."
The calm words echoed vaguely among the frantic shouts as the order appeared. The man with the black armor and sword raised his finger again and said with an impatient expression. The strong frosty wind also followed.
In response to his order, the tip of the ice blue staff raised by the mysterious magician beside him spurted out, completely freezing the figure of Rondall, which had been almost completely transformed by the void.
Ground: "A failure is a failure. Not only is it uncontrollable, but it is also mentally abnormal."
"If you hadn't caused trouble here, my hunting might have been completed long ago."
Letting out his last disdainful snort, the black-armored swordsman then exhaled from between the black armor: "But our new work is really easy to use, I thought it could defeat it with one blow.
You're not that easy to deal with because of your frost barrier, but I didn't expect you could be easily frozen."
"..."
The magician, who was standing there like a sculpture, quietly put down his hands that were casting spells. He seemed to have no intention of answering the comment that echoed in his ears. The black-armored swordsman was already used to this kind of reaction.
Then he shook his head and walked forward, and his scattered eyes under the black helmet also fell behind the huge body that was frozen in place: "Forget it, he had no chance to escape from this high tower anyway.
Escape."
"Giving hope and then destroying hope is the easiest way to destroy people's hearts, isn't it?" After saying this, he let out two deep chuckles, and gradually passed the huge refrigerator and stopped where he fell.
In front of the player: "You will never have a chance to escape from my hands, whether it is in the past, now, or in the near future."
"Little maid."
He lowered his head and gazed condescendingly at Enyu Ninglan, who had just pushed Duan Qing out of the corridor from the frost-filled blades. She who had just arrived here seemed to have exhausted all her strength in the final explosion.
, at this time, he was weakly glaring at each other with the player who was approaching him: "You, you are -"
"I know you are very confused now."
An indifferent smile appeared on the corner of his mouth exposed under the helmet. The black-armored sword warrior grinned at the maid player in front of him in a low voice: "Do you feel weak all over now, and your limbs and movements are missing?"
Have you lost your original agility? It’s like you are no longer under your control?”
"I can only say that the timing of your appearance was too good, which gave me no chance to use the method I had hidden until the end." He shook his head with a complacent look on his face, and continued to zoom in on the code word Ninglan.
In front of the pupils: "Otherwise, you would have no chance to destroy my plan - ha, don't think that this is not within the scope of our calculations. In fact, all this is within our expectations."
"Your big eyes seem to be full of doubts." The armor made a slight sound of friction in the air. The black-armored warrior then slowly squatted in front of the immobile Ningyu Ninglan: "Okay, for the sake of it.
Since we still have plenty of time, I can explain it to you a little more mercifully - let me think, where do we start?"
"Let's start from when you escaped."
He shook his head and gently brushed the edge of the maid's half-white cheek that had just experienced a battle and was stained red by some blood: "You are a personal maid trained by the Duan family with all their manpower and material resources.
One of them, and the strongest individual that my eldest brother specially trained and cultivated for his own flesh and blood during his lifetime. Even if it is for the sake of his own biological son, the value he and the entire Duan family have invested in you is immeasurable."
"The loyalty and powerful ability you showed later also proved this." The armor-covered fingers pinched the seemingly gentle face, and the corners of the black-armored sword warrior's raised mouth seemed to
Full of malice: "Of course we won't ignore this, so no matter how hard that traitor tries, we won't let you go easily."
"Especially when you have thrown yourself into a trap and have fallen into our hands."
Feeling the faint trembling on the body in front of him, he smiled and shook his head: "It seems you understand - I have heard before that the people under me were once in Tania
We conducted an underground experiment once, and although the final result was not very good, that experiment also proved that the 'seeds' we left in your body could play a certain role."
"Don't be sad, it's not your fault." He loosened his fingers, and then stood up again amidst Ciyu Ninglan's increasingly rapid breathing: "After all, you personal maids are all products of the Duan family.
Head of the family, it is easy to get the transformation and training information about you. We just need to combine these information with virtual technology to create more and more effective means of control - just like this."
He turned his head and displayed a disk-shaped object made of countless intertwined metal wires in front of Ciyu Ninglan. The painful whine was then followed by the maid lying on the ground gritting her teeth.
Escaping from the corner of her mouth, the expression in her eyes also contained a hint of fear: "Are you familiar? This power that makes your soul tremble? This is the shackles that the Duan family left in your body.
The authority that could only be used by your master has now been transferred to my hands."
"So you have no chance to resist."
Involuntarily, he let out a burst of triumphant laughter, and the black-armored warrior spread his arms and turned around the corridor: "Even this tower is the same! Sooner or later, this place will become the alliance headquarters in the virtual world and become my
My belongings! You will all be trampled under my feet and become my slaves! Hahahahaha—well.”
"Your willpower seems to be stronger than before."
A heavy kick then sounded in the dim light of the corridor, accompanied by the scene of the maid who was kicked away by the black-armored swordsman, huddled in the corner of the corridor: "I almost let you out of control just now."
It’s over.”
"Ninglan... I had expected it a long time ago." A trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. Ninglan, who struggled to get up, turned around and leaned her blood-stained back against the surface of the pillar: "Sir... master... finally
One day... I will end all this with you, so Ninglan will... one day... become an obstacle..."
"What an enviable and jealous loyalty." Shaking his head, the black-armored sword warrior stepped forward again: "Yes, according to the plan, I originally wanted to keep this final trump card.
It is used at the most critical moment. Once the time is right, I will lend your hand to make your master fall into an irreversible ending."
"But the result is the same now. He can no longer escape my grasp." He put away the smile on his face, and the expression of the black-armored warrior, who only showed the lower half of his face, gradually showed a feeling of hatred.
: "As long as he dies completely in this void...haha! Hahahahahaha!"
As if aware of some frightening possibility, the body of the maid huddled in the corner of the corridor trembled again at the laughter of the black-armored warrior in front of her, and her breasts held between her arms also followed the laughter.
The pupils under her short hair trembled and undulated violently. After a while, they froze in the air with her equally cold voice: "Could it be that you..."
"We know everything."
Stopping his deliberate laughter, the black-armored warrior suddenly lowered his head: "Don't forget who I am. As long as the alliance is still under my control, I have a way to get any data I want."
"I have to say that the fourth-generation virtual technology is really powerful, and the wealth left by that old thief Christo is also shocking." Putting his head in front of Ciyu Ninglan, the black-armored warrior grinned proudly again.
Smile: "Mastering how to use the optical brain, we can even calculate all possibilities in real time, and thus obtain all possible foreseeable futures."
"Yes, it is the future of this game world." The eyes covered by the black helmet seemed to be looking at each other at a close distance. He nodded word by word and replied in a low voice: "What will happen to you because of this?"
The Magic Empire temporarily changed its plan and was thrown into the tower. You will rush to the upper floors of the tower because of Mallock's intelligence and requests. Some of you will make choices based on the changes in the situation, and these choices can lead to
What kind of result—"
"We've got it all."
Showing it to the vaguely bright room door behind him at the far end of the corridor, the smile in the player's voice became more obvious: "We are at an extreme disadvantage in terms of numbers and strength, and we are on our territory again.
——Why can you defeat us?"
"Even if... everything is under your control..." Still clenching her teeth in endless fear, there was a deep sense of uneasiness in the voice of Ningyu Ninglan when she answered: "You... are sure
It will also...fail..."
"Oh, are you referring to the hidden factors around that traitor that we have not yet grasped?" Turning his body again, the black-armored sword warrior squinted at the secret language Ninglan and followed his movements again.
He raised the corners of his mouth and shifted a bit: "This is indeed beyond the control of the optical brain, but after all, we can even calculate the actions of the players, so it doesn't matter if we input a few more calculation factors."
"For example - we can prepare some insurance."
With Ninglan's eyes widening again in front of him, he chuckled and gestured towards the appearance of the frost magician who had been standing there motionless behind him.
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"--puff."
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and Duan Qing, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes, and violent coughs echoed in the grey-robed magician's struggling movements, and finally accompanied by his turning body.
Covering the dark floor: "Cough! Cough! Cough!"
The sound of the medicine bottle being broken then replaced these dull and violent coughs, and at the same time, Duan Qing's struggling sound was replaced by a weak gasp: "Oops, almost... I'm going to die... Haha, hahahaha
."
"Just now...what exactly..."
After drinking the last remaining life potion in his hand, he slowly threw the fragments into the corner beside him. Duan Qing, who turned over again, tried hard to calm down his breathing after being repaired by the life energy. What happened before his eyes
Scenes of strange scenes then slowly revived in the depths of his consciousness as he gradually recovered from the aftermath of the disaster, causing the gray-robed magician to have a bit of confusion in the tired and painful expression on his face: "Originally...
…I just wanted to try to fool Rondoer, but I didn’t expect that he actually came in handy in the end, but——”
"How did I escape that last attack?"
His facial features seemed to be wrinkled with the blood on his face. Talking to himself, he stretched out his hand to touch his back with difficulty: "I remember... it seemed that someone cast Frost Storm, and then someone pushed him from behind.
I'll give it a try..."
Duan Qing's eyes widened suddenly. Recalling these scenes, Duan Qing seemed to have found some key points of concern in these chaotic memories. An urgent look later appeared on the gray-robed man as he struggled to get up.
The magician's face, together with his anxious words, finally staggered towards the front of the dim corridor: "No, no, the person who appeared in front of me just now is - did I read it correctly?"
"Wait, where am I now?"
The struggling steps, together with his movements of covering the wounds on his body, reached the edge of the corridor. Duan Qing, who raised his head under the illumination of the magic rays outside, once again had a trace of confusion in his eyes: "This is not the place where I was just now.
One floor? Did I fall?"
"Since you have already noticed this, you don't need me to explain it."
A calm and deep voice then sounded in his ears, attracting the gray-robed magician whose face had turned livid for some reason to his back. When he turned around hurriedly, he only saw nothingness.
In the scene of one person, only the low and familiar female voice still echoed in the silent air in his ears: "Don't stand there stupidly, come and help quickly."
"I've been waiting for you here for a long time."
This chapter has been completed!