In his deep sleep, Lu Zhengkang felt the noisy air wrapping around his head, making his headache worse.
The roar of the Dog of Burmese Egg echoed in the shelter, and the magic elements made a harsh scream. Lu Zhengkang turned over and stood up. The originally spacious shelter was filled to the brim with about twenty gray and black slender ghosts.
They look so ugly that one can vomit just by looking at them: lying on the ground like a dog, their legs twisted like dry vines, their hands extremely long, almost longer than their bodies, and their chests
It is even covered with tiny insect legs.
The face was made of half-rotten sheep bones, with a long and narrow outline. There were only dark shadows in the eye holes, and oily yellow maggots were squirming between the skin and flesh.
Their smell was strange, like soaked rotten wood, with a hint of rust, polluting the air in the entire shelter.
Lu Zhengkang woke up a little late. The mage was knocked to the ground and half of his thoracic vertebrae were taken out. The leader and the priest each held a psychic shield and were applying spells to the Burmese Dogs everywhere.
Chains of lightning intertwined into an icy blue network of light in the narrow room. In such strong light, everything seemed to be stripped of its color. Only those Burmese dogs twitched their dirty and deformed bodies, shrinking in a flash.
Into the corner of the wall, the corner of the table, the edge of the picture frame, and the gap between the floor tiles,
It is their characteristic to jump through the "corners" of all two-dimensional and three-dimensional spaces. They can move freely between the "corners". When they enter the corners, they seem to turn into a pool of ink, completely
Integrated into them, all attack methods within the concept cannot harm them.
Lu Zhengkang recited the Golden Light Mantra in a low voice, and the sea of flying swords burst out like a pool of stars. The sword energy burst out like billions of needles. At this moment, all Lu Zhengkang's thoughts seemed to be integrated.
In the sword energy, his spirit
As his senses expanded, a candle from the antlers above his head took the initiative to fly out and landed on the sword body of Conghai. In an instant, the originally bright golden sword light turned into a full porcelain white, and it was like a sun was stuffed in the shelter.
It's so bright that I can't even open my eyes.
The sword light avoided the three residents of the shelter, and then penetrated every inch and centimeter of the house. Lu Zhengkang's chanting scriptures became thicker and thicker, and the echoes rolled around the room, like muffled thunder shaking the sky.
Even though the dogs of Burmese were hiding among logic, they were still forced out by the golden light curse, and then, the brutal sword energy crushed them into dregs.
Lu Zhengkang withdrew his flying sword, and his inflated energy also fell back.
A layer of powdery dust was shaken off from the ceiling, walls, and ground. The gaps in the masonry in the room were filled. The paintings on the walls were cut into circles, the wall bases were cut into inner arcs, and the tables and chairs were all chamfered.
, becomes extremely rounded, and there are no longer any sharp corners in the whole room.
The leader was stunned.
The priest trembled.
The mage is dying.
Lu Zhengkang didn't know whether to cry or laugh. Half a minute ago he was being tortured by the blood of the gods, but now he turned around and it was his turn to bully the monsters.
This is nothing to be proud of. Comparing the two, it makes Lu Zhengkang look pitiful. He has doubts in his heart whether the results he has achieved so far are just good-looking bubbles.
Does it make sense? No matter how powerful he is, he will kneel down immediately when he sees Kamsky without authority.
What's more, could the reality he was in be just a virtual space? He was fighting in an illusion, and everything was meaningless.
The strength that I had in times of crisis suddenly collapsed.
Lu Zhengkang tried his best to forget the fact that his struggle was meaningless. He was like an actor who was particularly into the drama. But when Kamski appeared, the truth was completely put before his eyes, telling him to see the situation clearly and give up his illusions.
At that time, he felt a huge falling feeling, as if he had fallen into a pool of cool snow water. It was not bone-chilling, but his whole body was numb with ice.
Unlike "Three Worlds", where he could immerse himself in the atmosphere of the game, on the Nameless Island, Lu Zhengkang came with the mission of destroying illusions. He should have been full of contempt for the people around him. But in the process, he
, but involuntarily developed a sense of identification with the environment. The nameless island is certainly a bad place, but Lu Zhengkang found that in this unknown island
In the post-apocalyptic world with orderly morality, he felt unparalleled happiness: the joy of killing. A soul that has been suppressed in reality for too long can roam around the ruins to its fullest, even if it is short-lived, but the comet's tail still sweeps across every corner of the sky.
A corner, lighting up the dry land. Sometimes he suspected that he was a perverted, antisocial lunatic.
This is the weakness of human beings. They cannot remain rational forever, nor can they remain kind forever. The only reason they do not do evil is because the environment does not allow it. If placed in a specific situation, everyone may become a villain.
When the world in front of you looks real, feels real, and is more enjoyable than the real world, how many people will not be willing to like it?
Lu Zhengkang analyzed his own mentality bit by bit: He found that he actually enjoyed this mission. He had become an amateur savior, and his personality had been sublimated to the limit. What a great blessing and honor. Wait until he found out that he
With the unique features, I feel that the difficulty of this task has been reduced a lot.
After all, he is not as noble as he thought, and he does not have a heart of stone that is steadfast to the end. He is not a maintenance bug who has experienced countless life and death battles, nor is he a Buddhist who has meditated and attained sainthood. He is just a common man.
Lu Zhengkang, a time traveler who has lost his system through ordinary communication.
He himself couldn't explain why he persisted, from a high school student to a major deer. If he really wanted to say it, he could only use inertia to explain it. Kamski was right, he had no faith.
He grew up in an era of lack of faith.
Originally, he might just be an indifferent person. If life is difficult and difficult, he will really recognize Zhimeng.
It's really embarrassing, but this is the real Lu Zhengkang. He is not made of special materials. It should be said that with the development of society to its current height, it is difficult for all past theories to provide any particularly correct guidance to the people.
After experiencing Kamsky's beating, he felt a little depressed. Especially when he thought that the reality he lived in might just be an ornament for the creatures behind the fourth wall, he felt even more depressed.
Lu Zhengkang put away the cage and walked to the mage. He was seriously injured. Lu Zhengkang used magic to treat him. The effect was not very good. He just treated the wound and made him wake up.
"Are you ready? Do you want to undergo purification?"
The mage nodded, "I have never been so sure of one thing in my life. I will use all means to get out of this hellish place, even if it means death."
Lu Zhengkang hesitated, and asked: "Is it worth it? Believe in an outsider so rashly."
The mage looked up and down at the high-spirited and heroic man in front of him in surprise, "Are you afraid? People like you should make a career wherever they go. A good general never shows sadness to his soldiers. The more outsiders, the more
When you have a mission, the more miserable you are, the stronger you must be."
Lu Zhengkang shook his head, "That's easy to say. I just met the creator of this island in my sleep. He taught me a lesson, said a bunch of nonsense, and even killed me once and saved me again.
Alive."
"Wow." The leader exclaimed dryly from the side.
The pastor gently patted Lu Zhengkang's back, his eyes pitiful and gentle.
The mage wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "It's good for you to be alive. There is endless hope for you to live. You should think like this. Since you survived, you must redouble your hatred and find ways to return it. If you feel that you have lost the way to move forward,
Instead of power, let hatred guide you. Only love and hate are pure in this world. They will make you never stop until you achieve your goal."
Lu Zhengkang lowered his head and meditated for a long time. When he raised his head again, he felt like he was being washed by the spring breeze.