Chapter 36: End of the line, a loving father and a filial son
Different from the pure feeling of power brought by ordinary power...
The magical power that Gu Mo is controlling at the moment brings only unreason, mystery, weirdness, distortion of facts, and deception of the world... These are the essence of this magic power.
The way he controls this power is like constantly weaving lies one after another. He knows clearly that it is false, but under the influence of this magic power, the facts become unimportant. The lies he weaves will
Come true, tricks and pranks, reasonable and unreasonable, are no longer important under his will.
——So he can change his painting style into a funny animation style all of a sudden, and the performance effect of body deformation is just the simplest change...
——You can also reach out and get the gun handed over by others. It doesn’t matter who handed it over. No matter it is that person or the gun, it will appear as long as there is a need...
——He can even be influenced to perform according to his own ideas, will, and needs to match his own script, just like the countless demons and humans in the audience are currently his fans... He can do whatever he wants, and even these are not the limit, he can do more.
But before putting on the mask, Gu Mo still had the idea of taking the opportunity to test the limits of the mask, but after putting on the mask, this idea was directly thrown into an unknown corner by him... It's not like that.
He said he had forgotten it, but he still remembered it clearly.
But in this state, he sneered at his previous ideas. He had no intention of following his previous ideas. He just followed his own pleasure and did whatever he wanted. He did not intend to ruin his interest for deliberate calculations and purposes.
……
Arrogant? Arrogant?
Maybe he seems to be a arrogant and arrogant weirdo at the moment, but in essence, all he needs to do is have fun... As long as he finds it fun and interesting at the moment.
To put it simply, just do whatever you want and do whatever you want! As long as you are happy!
He was as pure as a child. He didn't mean anything else, he just wanted to fool around like this and thought it was fun... He was very happy at the moment, with a mask as smooth as a facial mask on his face.
Showing excited laughter, it is pure joy without any disguise or impurities.
"It seems that everyone is very enthusiastic... But unfortunately, the quota is limited, and we can only randomly select the audience."
Looking around at the countless fans and spectators in the audience, listening to them or their screams and cheers, and watching countless arms or claws or tentacles raised, Gu Mo held up the microphone with satisfaction and said loudly in a loud voice, everyone is so motivated.
, which made him very happy.
"But please don't worry, we guarantee that this drawing process is completely random, absolutely fair, open and just, no one needs to question it... The friends who are drawn are naturally lucky, and those who are not drawn are just bad luck, which cannot explain anything. ."
While talking, there were two masked monsters wearing eyeball-pattern masks, each carrying two large boxes onto the stage. The boxes were covered with black cloth, so it was difficult to see what was inside.
They placed the two boxes on both sides of the host, and then quickly left the stage.
"As you can see, I have two boxes here. This box contains a note with the names of the audience on it, and the other box... well, there is also a note with the names of the audience on it." Holding the microphone, Gu Mo walked to the box on the left and lifted the black cloth.
He casually grabbed a handful inside and took out a large handful of papers, then glanced at the names on them and read out a few names at random——
When he finished clicking, he waved the handful of notes in his hand casually, his smile looked bright and innocent, as if he was the big brother next door, and he stuffed the handful of notes he grabbed back into the box. Inside, he was boasting without any consciousness:
"Everyone has seen it. I just grabbed it casually, and the names on the slips of paper I grabbed were all different. It can be seen that our random selection process is absolutely fair, open and just, and there will be absolutely no mistakes in the whole process. The shady story..."
So——
There was thunderous applause and thunderous cheers again.
The audience at the scene was very considerate and applauded one after another. The sound like a storm wave swept across the audience, one wave higher than the other, as if the ocean was beating to the rhythm of the undulating fluorescence and flashlights.
"..."
"..."
It's just that the faces of the few whose names were just read out didn't look good, and at the same time they had an extremely bad feeling - fair, open and just? You are such a hammer, you just grabbed a handful of notes and what you read out turned out to be just right. Is that the name of this small group of people?
Even the person you shot to death just now is still on the note... I guess he was shot to death, right?
Is it such a coincidence? If you want to say that this is not a shady case and there is absolutely no behind-the-scenes operation, they will not really approve it!
At this moment, they were all a little panicked. This madman even destroyed Lord Gong Shen's artifact at the drop of a hat. He didn't care about Gao Tianyuan's reputation and authority at all, so he probably wouldn't care about what they think now... so be prepared. How to deal with them?
"Now let's start selecting the participants for the first program. By the way, the arrangements for the first program are..."
Gu Mo reached into the box with a smile on his face, and said this, but for some reason, he paused slightly in the middle of his words, glanced at a certain direction on the horizon, and then glanced at the sky again, and then said
Turning his eyes back, he continued the topic as if nothing had happened:
"You can also imagine what the arrangements for the first program are. After all, ours is the best martial arts club in the world. Naturally, it must conform to the theme and promote the spirit of martial arts... But I hope everyone understands one thing. The spirit of martial arts is not about being brave and ruthless.
.I specially organize such an event to promote everyone’s understanding of this aspect.”
"So I hope that no matter who is drawn later, both sides will have the basic spirit of fair competition, making friends with martial arts, and exchanging experiences, and pay attention to one point. If one side has been beaten to death, the other side cannot
The pursuit continues, which is very shameful..."
He repeatedly warned that he would severely crack down on this bad behavior: "If this happens, we will severely punish the violators and impose a fine of up to five yen once, and all this part of the fine will be compensated to the deceased.
To make up for the losses suffered by the deceased..."
"Okay!"
"Yes, I support this!"
"Awesome broken throat!! I love you——"
As always, amidst the thunderous applause and cheers, Bishamon and others followed the applause with dull expressions, only feeling that their future was bleak and worried.
This madman seems to be deliberately trying to make them kill each other, like a colosseum. He hints at this both inside and outside his words... No, this is clearly stated!
"The first one...let us congratulate Mr. Yadou! You have won the prize. Congratulations! Please come on stage!" Without giving everyone time to think carefully, the arrogant weirdo on the stage had already pulled out the first box.
After taking a look at a piece of paper, he announced the result with a smile.
At the same time, a bunch of stage lights instantly fell down, shining on the tall building over there. The young man with purple hair and blue eyes, who had always been cold and gloomy, attracted the attention of countless spectators, letting everyone know who the lucky winner was.
.
"What a coincidence. Although I just read out the name of Mr. Yadou, I didn't expect that he would be the first one drawn. It's quite fate... But I believe everyone can understand it.
, this is a coincidence, our random selection process is absolutely fair, open and just..."
The green-masked host on the stage pretended to be calm and laughed a few times, then explained in a serious and serious manner, once again reiterating that all his behind-the-scenes operations had no problems.
At the same time, he also looked in the direction of Yadou and added about the rules of the next battle in a loud voice:
"Mr. Yadou, please come on stage. Don't worry. Considering the different strengths of each participant, a god of war like you, Mr. Yadou, is allowed to bring artifacts into the arena. The little girl in your hand is quite cute.
It’s called Feiba, you can take her with you."
This is also a very reasonable thing, and I believe everyone can understand it.
Some people are good at fighting with no hands, and fighting enemies with bare hands is their strongest combat ability, but some people are good at sword skills. Once they are required not to carry weapons, it is equivalent to depriving them of their best skills... So Gu Mo does not intend to limit weapons.
Use.
Besides, who will be appointed by his behind-the-scenes operation next? Which one is not a disgraceful god in this world, and which one is not able to make a difference by relying on a divine weapon?
Therefore, there is no point in restricting this aspect. On the contrary, it will make the game less intense. If you are not careful, it will really become a point... If you don't kill anyone, then what's the point?
"..."
"..."
Yadou on the tall building over there was silent, his eyes twitched a few times, then he shook his head and said softly: "No, I don't need such a chance to win..."
"I'm sorry, in principle, the chance of winning cannot be withdrawn, Mr. Yadou..." Gu Mo interrupted him with a smile, "Please cooperate as much as possible. Come on stage now and be prepared." p>
"I don't need it, you can arrange whatever you want." Yadou replied calmly. He now felt uninterested in everything, even lifeless. He no longer held on to the previous motivation and had completely given up thinking.
The idea of working hard to earn a shrine for yourself.
I already have a world-weary mentality. After all, I hate my disgusting fate, and I just want to be free... There is nothing to fear about life and death in the clouds.
Since he is no longer afraid of death, Yadou will naturally have no scruples anymore - he just doesn't want to cooperate, and the other party can't do anything to him.
"..."
"..."
There was a brief silence, and the scene became quiet.
Bishamon and the others subconsciously held their breath, not wanting to breathe too hard. They stared at the scene in front of them, wanting to see what would happen next... Gu Mo on the stage watched quietly.
Looking at Yadou over there, someone has already handed over the rifle at the right time.
It's already loaded, and it's just a matter of waiting for him to take it, take aim, and pull the trigger——
Just like the scene of "Don't hit women" that was staged not long ago.
However, Gu Mo didn't look back, he just shook his head slightly and waved his hand... The people next to him suddenly realized and quickly retreated with their rifles. After a while, with a dull sound, several people wearing black
A big man in a suit pushed up a French 1897-style 75mm artillery gun.
——It is commonly known as Italian cannon.
They quickly adjusted the muzzle of the gun, aiming at Yadou on the tall building over there, and then waited with serious faces for the host to give the command.
"...!!"
Although Yadou looked down on life and death and was disheartened, at this moment, with the black muzzle facing him and aiming at him from a distance, he still couldn't help but feel a cold sense of fear in his spirit.
The technological products of mortals are not on the same level of existence. They are still antiques from more than a century ago.
Logically speaking, he doesn't need to care about these things at all, but at this time, he has an intuition that once this bombardment comes over, he is destined to die...
Why don't you be so exaggerated? Even if you don't care about the previous friendship, just give yourself a shot. Is it necessary to use the torture of cannon?
"Hey! Hey! What are you doing? What are you doing... It's not this! I made a mistake, I made a mistake!"
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Gu Mo turned around, frowned when he saw this scene, and quickly waved his hands to drive these unreliable guys off the stage. It seemed that this was not what he meant at all, it was just that the people below were ignorant and made random assumptions.
His idea is just wrong.
Looking in the direction of Yadou again, there was a reassuring smile on the green mask that had always been conspicuous, but no one thought it was strange. Gu Mo said:
"I'm not an unreasonable person. Since Mr. Yadou is really unwilling to accept it, then let's give this precious and rare lucky opportunity to others. We will draw again later. Let's draw now.
The opponent here..."
So easy to talk to?
For a moment, not only Yadou but also everyone else felt a little surprised that he let it go so easily? It didn't seem normal.
As for the reason that the man on the stage said that he was a reasonable person, everyone passed it by with a tacit understanding. Just listen to this kind of words. Whoever believes it is stupid...
"Let's see which lucky person on this side is so lucky... Oh oh oh, look, let's welcome Mr. Fujisaki Hiroto!"
He took out a piece of paper from the box on the other side and raised it high. Gu Mo loudly announced the result. At the same time, a beam of stage lights instantly fell on the body of the handsome high school student occupying the audience.
On the old monster, let him welcome cheers and applause from all directions.
"Hey! Okay! I got it!"
Dazzling lights shone from afar, and thunderous applause and cheers sounded from all directions. At this moment, Fujisaki's head was dizzy, as if he had suddenly forgotten who he was and what he was going to do.
Inflating rapidly like a balloon, filled with ecstasy.
He jumped high, raised his arms vigorously, and shouted loudly in all directions, venting his excitement, shouting in ecstasy: "It's me! It's me! I've won! I've won!"<
/p>
"Congratulations, brother..."
"I can't believe I'm so lucky..."
"Go up quickly! Come on! We will all support you!"
The crowd around him encouraged loudly, expressed their opinions in a flurry, and some people patted his shoulders vigorously to express support... In this case, Fujisaki Hiroto, who was dizzy and filled with ecstasy, laughed.
Grinning, he kept thanking everyone around him, struggled to squeeze through the crowd, and walked onto the stage.
It's me! Hehe! It's me who's so lucky!
He couldn't suppress his smile, and he kept waving in all directions on the stage, waving his arms vigorously, and shouting in response. He was really like one of those star-chasers who were lucky enough to be lucky enough to get the chance to interact with their idols on stage at a concert.
I am so happy that I almost feel dizzy.
Just being blown by the cold wind on the stage, he came back to his senses in a daze, looked around suspiciously, and found that he was still shouting with his arms high...
The next moment, Fujisaki Hiroto woke up and broke into a cold sweat!
What have you done!!
"It seems that our player is very enthusiastic and motivated. Now let's draw the opponent's player again..." At this time, Gu Mo had already returned to the first box with a smile and reached out to touch it.
Go.
"Slow--slow!"
Fujisaki Hiroto let out a throat-breaking roar and stopped his action with great urgency.
"Oh, does Fujisaki Hiroto have any special opinions?" The devil wearing a green mask seemed to have expected it. He stopped in time, looked at the opponent with a smile, and asked.
"I...I..." Fujisaki Hiroto's face turned red. He wanted to refuse like Yato did, but when he saw that he was already standing on the stage and thought about why he just walked here in a daze, he
Know that the other person just won’t give you the chance to refuse.
No! No matter what, you must survive!
Now that I don't even have a weapon, once the opponent picks the God of Thunder or Bishamon to fight with me, they will be slaughtered like a pig!
So the only way is——
"Ye Dou! Come up immediately! Hurry up!" He turned his head, looked at his "son", and issued an extremely angry roar and order, "And bring Chi up to me!"
That's right, only by letting Yadou, who doesn't dare to resist him, come up as his opponent can he, as his "father", survive. At the same time, he can also take back the magical weapon Chi, so that he won't really have no strength to fight! As for Yadou over there, he was completely stunned.
"Didn't you hear what I said? Or, you didn't even listen to what I said?!" Fujisaki Hiroto looked a little anxious, angrily scolded, and urged again and again.
"..."
"..."
In silence, the young man with purple hair and blue eyes held the scarlet weapon in his hand and took a deep breath. He jumped lightly and landed on the stage. However, his face became even grayer and his whole body seemed to be swaying.
The Walking Dead.
"It seems that Mr. Yadou has changed his mind, so we don't need to draw again... In fact, I think some things are more painful than short-term pain. It is better to realize it earlier. Why bother to be PUA all the time." Gu Mo
He said with a smile, and there was something in his words, "I hope you will understand it soon, I am doing this for your own good."
Yadou didn't respond, his eyes remained gloomy.
"Okay, get ready, we are about to start... We will use this stage as the boundary, but I hope you won't act, otherwise, both of you will lose..."
Gu Mo took a few steps back and walked down the stage. As he spoke, he opened the inside of his suit and took out a slingshot from the collar. It was made of tree branches, showing a "Y" shape with a "Y" shape on it.
A toy with extremely elastic rubber bands tied at both ends.
The devil in the green mask quickly crumpled the piece of paper with Fujisaki Hiroto's name on it, put the light and weightless small piece of paper into the leather wrapped around the projectile, and raised the slingshot towards the sky in the distance.
full, then let go.
The stretched rubber band instantly rebounded, shooting out the small paper ball.
He retracted the slingshot, put it back in his pocket, and said cheerfully: "Pay attention to the signal... OK! The game begins!"
The moment the words fell.
In the distant night, a bright flame lit up at the end of the sky, accompanied by a huge explosion.
A military helicopter that was supposed to be sent by a nearby US military base to survey the chaotic city made an emergency landing with black smoke as if it had been hit by something. It circled across the horizon and made an emergency landing.
Obvious trajectory...
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(PS: Today is finally a holiday, it’s another year... I’ll go back to my hometown tomorrow, and I’ll go to the Ceramic City by the way. After all, I’ll be busy with renovations after the new year, so tomorrow will probably be... Ah hahahaha, the weather is really nice today, and
It’s New Year’s Eve in a week, I wish everyone a happy new year)