In the ice and snow, the man in uniform with a short haircut spoke to Arnold.
White was greatly shocked. He felt a little scared for no reason. Even though he had seen so many crazy people in SCT, these short-haired men were still unique.
White only felt his nose itchy and sneezed. In the Antarctic, where the average temperature was 40 to 50 degrees below zero, he was only wearing thin pajamas. Although he had not yet landed on the mainland, he was already too cold to bear it, but this kind of
I don't know how to get back to this ghost place.
He didn't dare to turn on the suggestion anymore. He had to wait for the bad luck to be removed before using it. He was already so unlucky that it was teleported directly on Arnold's face. Next time, he might just go to outer space.
"I need to talk to your commander."
Arnold's voice was even colder than the coldest place in the world.
However, the short-haired man just repeated mechanically, saying that everything was under control.
Just like the Western gunmen in the pioneer days, as soon as the short-haired man finished speaking, his revolver began to smoke, and there was a bloody hole in his head. He fell to the ground and died violently.
"What mission are you on? It's so fucking scary."
White's throat rolled. Since he was the third person to perform the mission, it must be extraordinary, and the location was in the polar regions. These weirdos dressed similarly made people feel numb indescribably.
Arnold didn't care about White at all and didn't care about his life or death. He just set foot on the polar road and headed inland.
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Southeast Asia.
Klein's palace.
What surprised him was that the monk would actually sacrifice his life to rescue such a scumbag. This has been proven.
His so-called degreeization is completely absurd and ridiculous.
Just a madman.
Di Wei looked at Klein expressionlessly, his eyes somewhat intriguing.
Because he saw a person, a mute girl who fished him out of the river, and was also tied up by Klein at this time.
"How I wish you had a family too."
"This way I can kill them once and then I can relieve the hatred in my heart."
Klein held the mute woman's hand. During the investigation, someone witnessed this woman saving Di Biao.
"You are such a vicious scumbag."
"Even if I cut her into pieces, you won't feel any joy or anger."
"You don't even care."
"What's funny is that a person like you is actually quite famous, the hero DB, and everyone is fascinated by him."
Klein said calmly.
The mute woman looked at Di Biao sternly, her eyes extremely complicated.
Di Wei was silent for a while, then smiled as if he had realized something.
This made Klein furious.
He directly crushed the mute girl's head, causing the plasma to explode and her body to pieces. Her heart, lungs and brain were all smeared on the ground.
Seeing the flower of blood blooming, the eternal helplessness was crushed by the anger of the whole world.
Di Wei finally understood.
I finally understood all this and why I was being attacked by visions but couldn't muster any power.
"I died once."
"But the cause and effect is not over yet."
"Return to the world."
"I must finish...the unfinished business of the gods."
Di Wei said that he wanted to solve all the mess left by the irresponsible cowards.
"What are you talking about? You are a useless person now."
"I will torture you until the world ends."
Klein's hatred for Di Biao can no longer be described in words. It has been repeatedly refined through countless sleepless nights and has become a maddening poison.
While he was laughing wildly.
Something completely unbelievable happened. There was no blood or internal organs on the ground. The mute woman stood intact, as if she had never experienced anything.
He didn't even feel the pain of death, he just looked at his body blankly and curiously.
As for Di Zong,
Bang!
Half of his head suddenly exploded, half of his body exploded, and the blood-red contents flowed all over the floor. The injuries were exactly the same as those suffered by the mute girl, as if they were passed on to him.
"How is this possible?"
Klein took a few steps back.
I saw silver scales growing on Di Zong's wound, shining brightly.
Di Wei discovered the green shadows that had been hidden in his body for a long time. He saw a dagger formed in his left hand and picked out all the green objects in his body. He couldn't tell which ones were green in ancient times.
Shadow, which are blood vessels and tendons.
He had no choice but to pick them all out. His whole body was covered in blood, and his own eyes were also gouged out.
He couldn't feel the pain and looked like a madman.
Hints of justice.
Slowly push.
The phantom of a mithril scale appeared behind Di Wei.
Klein's feet refused to obey him and he was so frightened that he stood still. He didn't understand that this was Di Biao fooling him again, or that he had gained more powerful power by resonating with the abyss.
No matter which one it was, he couldn't accept it.
Click!
Di Wei grabbed one end of the scale with his bloody hand, heard a majestic cracking sound, and broke it into pieces.
Yes.
The nature of justice has changed since stormtroopers began dying on their behalf.
I was dragged back to the world by that kind of great power, that kind of supreme strength.
Coward.
There is no way to come back, only the extremely strong.
Resurrection from the dead, causing others to die on their behalf.
There is no force in the world that is more weak and incompetent than this. It is precisely because of this that it cannot break through the insurmountable gap and reach the strongest state.
Just like Buddha feeding his flesh to an eagle.
The world is like a scale, ranging from evil to justice in ascending order from 1 to 10. When a universal standard or norm is at 2 or 3, if you only act in a 5 way, then nothing will happen.
When changes occur, only by acting in an 8 or 9 manner and adding a heavier weight to the balance will things slowly get back on track.
From the beginning to just now, it was just a fool's joke and a ridiculous fallacy.
finally.
Di Wei himself...
It's on the scale.
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Antarctica.
As Arnold killed a short-haired man, several small groups of hundreds of stormtroopers surrounded him.
Sure enough, as the intelligence said, this fourth-party force is preparing extremely terrifying things in this polar region.
Bang!
Arnold just fired one shot.
These more than a hundred people all exploded into blood and mud, as if the shot was not fired in the real world, but penetrated the deep world and reached the whirlpool of fate.
You are not your career, you are not the car you drive, you are not the money in your bank account, you are not the clothes you wear, or even your name.”
No matter how much you love, everything you love will one day abandon you or die. Everything you create will be thrown away one day, and everything you are proud of will become garbage one day.
If you find a way out of your own limitations, that's a trap. Trying to escape the trap only strengthens the trap.
Don't do what you want to do.
Do things you don’t want to do, things you’ve been trained to do that you think are completely wrong or even disgusting.
The opposite of blessing, the opponent of God, becomes a liar, a scoundrel, a villain.
The universe is undergoing inevitable heat death, and everything is festering and decaying.
Do what you're afraid of.
In this way, you will find that ordinary things become universal hints, and the meaning hidden behind everything suddenly becomes clear.
Everything becomes meaningful.
The old world that I felt in the past was just a passing person.
There is no pain, no bloodshed.
By the time Arnold reacted, these stormtroopers were all unscathed.
It seems to be some kind of power...
Passed on their pain.
Everything will be appeased, even hunger.
Everything will be eliminated, even shame.
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"It's like Goblin discovering the New World."
"It's like Fleming making bread go moldy."
“Real discovery comes from confusion, from having to go to situations that seem wrong, stupid, or even idiotic.”
