0577 Chapter Twelve: The Not Eternal Dusk (Section 44)
Anbis' face, which had been knocked down and disfigured, showed an indescribable ferocity as he gritted his teeth.
"Let me guess again. As far as I know, this fellow is actually quite close to you," Zhen Cheng raised his hand, smiling calmly and elegantly:
"People like you are capable, but because of this, you are used to going with the flow and are arrogant. You believe that your arrangements are foolproof, so you no longer care about the minutiae.
In front of that kind of old guy, your existence is not even an ant, and he will not be so kind as to arrange a retreat for you.
But precisely because of this personality difference, he is destined to ignore your careful tricks, just like the arrangements that have allowed me to escape death.
If my guess is correct, that guy is destined to leave no way for you to survive. This darkness should have completely sacrificed you and the body they designed, so that it can truly exert its power to kill me, right?
And you saw through his contempt, so you changed things without actually executing his will. Instead, you modified Krypton Master's arrangement without authorization, leaving yourself a glimmer of hope.
After all, it is impossible for someone like you to truly join me, and instead of seeking revenge and proving yourself to me, what you want more is actual authority in this world.
If you want to do this, I'm afraid you can tell from the old guy's mouth, that is to kill me, the original successor of the master, and steal my godhead.
Anbis Scarry! Since you chose to abandon Kryptonian's arrangement and go out to play against me in person, let me learn your methods again."
Zhen Cheng said, twitching his fingers at Anbis.
Anbis gritted his teeth and didn't answer a word.
He wasn't sure whether Krypton Master was looking here, and he didn't have Zhen Cheng's mysterious confidence and optimism about his own deductions.
But apart from that, there is no doubt that Zhen Cheng’s reasoning is all correct.
"My method? No, no, no, everything is within that adult's plan." Anbis' tattered face suddenly revealed a twisted and sinister smile.
Faced with Zhen Cheng's frontal provocation, he retreated instead of advancing and walked away step by step.
The nature of a careerist has never changed, but Anbis is no longer the young and energetic childish genius who easily gambled his own life and family heritage.
How comfortable is it to be able to go out in person and defeat the figure that has been weighing on your heart for most of your life?
But how can a temporary idea be compared with real benefits?
Even though he didn't want to admit it, Anbis still chose wisely and left the stage of the game to God.
His small actions only need to ensure his own safety.
Even though they have a common enemy, it is more appropriate to leave the job of plotting against Zhen Cheng to Krypton??
Zhen Cheng did not pursue rashly.
She felt a strange coldness again.
At the edge of the area cleared by the Holy Light of the Second Ring, there was something vaguely moving in the darkness that still covered most of the earth.
Not one or two, but in groups, overwhelming.
If it were not for his high-dimensional vision that could see through the reality, Zhen Cheng would have even suspected that the earth came to life and turned into an ocean. Then, with the only island he was standing on as the core, it swept over from all directions.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Zhen Cheng saw clearly the true faces of those shadowy figures hidden in the darkness, ready to move.
It's stiff.
Like a torrent and avalanche, black zombies and white zombies were overwhelming, mixed in the team were Mao zombies and Feizongs who were flying into the sky and escaping to the ground, and there were even immortal bones whose strength was close to that of a true god, and their huge bodies stood tall against the sky and the earth, just like the Titans that appeared in the ancient battle of gods.
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Zhen Cheng was stunned.
Of course there are zombies in the hometown world, a lot of zombies. But these are all the foundations of the Zhen family’s suppression under the Qin Emperor’s mausoleum, and are nurtured by family secrets and treasures.
The Zhen family has been destroyed, and darkness is raging across the land. It is indeed an environment suitable for these ghosts to roam.
But they come to North America from East Asia in droves. Isn’t it too outrageous?
What shocked Zhen Cheng even more was the endless swarms of zombies emerging from the darkness, with the appearance of a billion zombies attacking the city.
Under the Mausoleum of Emperor Qin, her ancestral home, there are not so many ghosts in front of her. Regarding this matter, she is definitely the one who knows the best among the people still alive in the world.
"Are you surprised, are you surprised?" Anbisi smiled strangely. Darkness filled the air around his body, making the crowds passing by turn a blind eye to him:
"Since that gentleman brought darkness to destroy the world in order to get rid of you, how could he not have a back-up plan? Zhen Chengyong, do you know where this place is?"
"The land of the Zhen clan... the Qin Emperor's Mausoleum." Zhen Cheng's face turned ugly as she discovered the ruins of the base on the frozen soil.
She has naturally been to the ancestral land of the Zhen family:
"You deliberately induced the darkness to teleport me here, presumably because the [Original Image] carries all of Jizun's arrangements.
If I see it and can crack it, all your plans will come to nothing."
"Yes... so what?" Anbis's laughter gradually became proud. Some things in nature, even if you live for most of your life, it is difficult to change.
"Darkness is based on the paradoxical shadow, but Jizun's control over the paradoxical shadow and hundreds of millions of years of research are ultimately incomparable to the awakening of my innately friendly bloodline..."
As Zhen Cheng explained his reasoning, his eyes quickly moved back and forth, as if he was looking for a way to break the situation.
But it seems that she failed to find a flaw after all. Without him, there are just too many mountains and seas of ghosts...
"I don't remember that our clan has such a background." Zhen Cheng couldn't figure it out, so he simply asked directly.
"It's okay to tell you," Anbis said with a smile: "Actually, I just said that this whole world has always been just a serial killing scheme arranged for you."
At this time, his figure had been covered by the returning darkness and escaped from Zhen Cheng's sight.
Anbisi didn't say more, but Zhen Cheng already understood.
The so-called serial killing scheme means that the darkness that came at the end of the world was not the end, but just a link in the chain.
As for the next killing move, it was a mountain of corpses and a sea of zombies in front of him.
How is zong refined? Perhaps no one in the world knows this question today. But if you ask where zong comes from, I'm afraid most people can answer it.
Human corpse.
Darkness swept across the earth, killing billions of people on the earth.
The zombies in front of us were killed by the darkness. Ninety-nine percent of the world's population were the killers who were refined using the catalyst of darkness.
No wonder Navis would say that East Asia is already a dead zone.
I'm afraid that Jizun's arrangement also borrowed the original secret treasure of the Zhen clan and used darkness to expand its scope of influence.
Only then did these ghosts, who should have been rejected by the world, return to dust and return to dust, be given a long-lasting existence in the darkness-covered land of East Asia.