Lu Meng chuckled lightly and turned around to catch him.
The figure who was closest behind him was instantly grabbed by his shoulders, and then he threw it with an undeniable force.
"Commander Lu Meng!"
The tall figure turned over and landed on the ground, raised his head, and did not dare to move at all under the gaze of the high-ranking commanders.
As a core shadow guard, although he has been promoted to the 8-star Gale Realm three years ago, in terms of personal strength and comprehensive ability, let alone the top 21, even the top 50 are far from qualified.
Being able to appear here is purely because of his identity as the core shadow guard, which means he is Lord Mo's confidant.
"At this point, the core leaders must not have any accidents." Lu Meng's tone was unprecedentedly solemn.
"Are you Shadow Eleven?"
"Yes, Commander Lu Meng." The figure with a black iron mask knelt half on the ground, his eyes were excited, and he let the light beam envelope him.
There are a total of 10 people in the core film team. Before they are selected into the core film team through layers of screening, they also have their own code names.
But once they become Lord Mo's personal guards, everyone will be covered with an iron mask at the same time and completely disappear from ordinary people's sight. They are all collectively called Shadow Guards.
At this moment, Lu Meng actually revealed the identity of Shadow Eleven. This can only show that Shadow Eleven was remembered by Lu Meng before entering the core shadow guard.
A person without a name has a name evoked by others.
There seemed to be emotions surging in Ying Eleven's pupils, but they were suppressed by strict physical instincts.
"It's done, I'm asking Lord Mo to appoint you as the Dharma protector, so that you can take charge of your own line!"
Ying Eleven's pupils shrank suddenly. The small wish that he could only continue to use his original name in this life suddenly turned into a self-control faction that he couldn't even imagine.
Under this huge surprise, with fierce loyalty to the organization, Shadow Eleven suddenly raised his head.
In his field of vision, he saw Lord Mo's peaceful gaze and nodded in affirmation.
【Master Mo approves?】
"Subordinates take orders!"
Shadow Eleven's body and mind were stirred, and his voice was sonorous and powerful.
He held his sword across his body and sat cross-legged with his knees crossed.
Shadow Eleven just sat in the middle of the huge altar with his eyes fixed on him.
Lu Meng, who seemed the most unreliable, actually made such careful and appropriate arrangements in a short period of time.
"Now, let the twenty of us completely light the altar."
Lord Mo looked around, except for Ying Eleven who was already sitting cross-legged in the center of the altar, the twenty of them were definitely at the top level of human physical fitness.
The ring is the fuel for lighting the torch.
In order to rekindle the glory, he is willing to sacrifice his own strength.
He will wait and see what changes will happen to Shadow Eleven!
"yes!"
Nineteen people responded at the same time, including Lu Meng, standing or sitting, and at the same time assumed the posture that was most suitable for pulling the star source power.
In this world where the star power is ten times stronger, they absorb the mist with their bodies and continuously supply it to the altar.
No one knows what the final sun and moon will be.
But at this moment, no one will doubt that they are changing the world!
The greatest value of the existence of the Stealth Shadow Organization has been proven.
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…
Twenty strong men who stand at the pinnacle of mankind simultaneously output star source power in an environment where the star source absorption speed is ten times that of the outside world. This supply speed is extremely terrifying.
The light formed by the weak light streams becomes brighter almost visible to the naked eye.
The beam of light that penetrated straight into the black sky gradually widened.
Out of sight, above the clouds.
The originally peaceful night suddenly began to stir, and the clouds and waves rolled. As time went by, these tumblings continued unabated and even intensified.
As a super small cyclone condensed, all the tumbling and ubiquitous restlessness suddenly calmed down, as if some kind of power had been found to be vented.
Then celestial phenomena first appeared in places where no one had seen them.
In the center of the ancient altar, Shadow Eleven, as a sacrifice and pioneer, suddenly trembled.
He felt the touch of dust falling on his forehead and the tip of his nose.
He felt the touch of the "dust" invading his skin and seeping into his blood.
He also felt the pain of being imprisoned until he could not speak, move, or even open his eyes!
At this moment, his soul seemed to be stripped away from his body by some powerful force.
Ying Eleven closed his eyes and his breathing gradually stopped.
Perception gradually left his body, and at the moment when his consciousness finally died, he seemed to hear several exclamations.
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…
"He... turned into dust."
On top of the altar, people looked at the humanoid dust that silently collapsed in shock.
A full 6 hours of star source infusion resulted in a human body transformed into dust.
Shadow Eleven's saber fell into the dust because there was no one to support it, raising a cloud of dust.
There is no earth-shattering, no crisis that triggers combat instincts.
Shadow Eleven turned into a ball of dust in disbelief as they watched.
At this time, cold sweat broke out behind the rest of the people. They were very grateful for Lu Meng's move just now.
Now it seems that humans will never become gods after all.
Instead, this altar will sacrifice human lives to the unknown existence deep in the void.
"It failed."
Lu Meng sighed, his tone was relaxed, but the content was unexpectedly heavy.
He was the first to stand up and bow slightly towards Lord Mo.
"Lord Mo, I want to take back Eleven's sword."
After receiving a positive response, Lu Meng went straight to the center of the altar.
Ying Eleven finally died on his advice, and Lu Meng could not let the only remaining knife be lost in the depths of the mist.
When the sword returns home, the person returns home.
However, just when he was about to reach out and touch the sword, a wind that did not belong to the wilderness suddenly blew over the altar.
Lu Meng's outstretched palm paused.
He watched the twisted wind stir up dust and gently wrap it around his fingertips.
Lu Meng's pupils shrank to pinpoints for the first time.
"this……"
At this moment, whether it was him, Lord Mo, Lan Tai, Liu Mei, Qi Qiyue and other senior officials of Piying, they all looked towards the center of the altar.
The breeze blows from all directions, and every gust of breeze stirs up a little dust.
Thousands of air currents rise from the center of the altar, interweave and converge.
Gradually, when the dust reorganized into that familiar outline, the surprise in everyone's eyes turned into shock that was difficult to conceal.
"This is……"
"Shadow Eleven!"
Lan Tai, who had already entered the realm of Nine Stars and Wild Winds, shouted out that name excitedly.
His eyelids trembled, followed by violent shaking. Ying Eleven opened his eyes suddenly and took a deep breath.
"I'm not dead?"
This was the first sentence Ying Eleven said after regaining control of his body.
"Commander Lu Meng, why are you looking at me like this?"
Ying Eleven opened his mouth to speak, but found that his voice was inexplicably hoarse.
All the cells in his body were feeling extremely thirsty.
"I'm a little thirsty."
Ying Eleven said with some shame, that thirst even made him a little manic.