Chapter 76: Tiger Mountain Journey [Thanks to the leader of Anatomicald1]
Zuo Zhen could clearly feel the passage of life, which was like running water, overflowing from the wounds all over his body, making this living body begin to shrivel up.
He was like a doll whose cotton wool had been hollowed out, his skin tightly attached to his bones, and he was as jagged as a dead soul digging a grave.
The lifeless energy was everywhere, and the body had turned scarlet red, covered with burns caused by blood corrosion, one after another, with no intact place, as if the skin had been peeled off.
"Different……"
Zuo Zhen continued this whisper, which was like some kind of prayer or an oath.
Dragging his tired body, his pace was slow at first, and then became faster and faster.
Facing swords, guns and halberds, there was no pressure at all, but it was so relaxed that if Zuo Zhen still had some strength, he might even laugh out loud.
His life was originally a meaningless nothingness, and now, this meaningless life is working hard to create meaning.
Zuo Zhen didn't care about this, but when he thought that this little effort might become the way forward for others, he felt that it was not so bad.
The hard-wrapped bone spears came through the air and were nailed into the ground one by one. They passed by Zuo Zhen and were stained with scarlet.
In the scarlet, Zuo Zhen's figure stagnated for a moment, and then began to blur and shatter, leaving only dust that had not yet fallen to the ground.
Disappeared.
No, it's antimeme again. This deceitful power is devouring Zuo Zhen's body and protecting him.
The intensity of the antimeme was so high that even Roger, who was out of control, could not immediately spy on his actions, but Roger was not worried. Zuo Zhen was a mortal after all, and even if he could escape his sight, it would be nothing to him.
Neither can be done.
One after another, the folding knives seemed to cut through me, but in the end it was all in vain.
Zuo Zhen is at the end of his strength and can't hide for long.
"Are you here?"
Roger shouted in joy, and thousands of bone spears stabbed fiercely to one side. You could hear the crisp sounds of flesh and blood being crushed and bones breaking.
"If I were younger...if you were just a mortal, or just a demon hunter..."
A slightly weak voice sounded.
Zuo Zhen turned sideways and raised his hands. In order to avoid the attack of the bone spear, he tried to reduce the area facing Roger as much as possible. The fleeting sharpness cut his skin, but it was not enough to kill him, and in his hand
The folding knife had pierced Roger's heart.
He didn't know whether the monster like this now had a "heart", but it was probably due to years of habit that Zuo Zhen instinctively carried out this fatal assassination.
"Look, if it weren't for the power of monsters, you would have been killed by me many times, Roger Cruz."
Zuo Zhen smiled wildly and laughed loudly at the monster.
"so what?"
Roger looked at him, then slowly approached, letting the folding knife sink into his body bit by bit until it penetrated completely.
"What's the point?"
Roger was very puzzled. He looked around and saw silver fragments falling all over the ground, blood flowing, and corpses scattered everywhere.
Under the absolute power, the mortal defenses were easily defeated, and their deaths were meaningless. Just like countless deaths before, nothing could be changed, they were just sent to death.
Zuo Zhen was breathing heavily and his pupils were a little blurry.
As a mortal, he had tried his best, and the severe pain all over his body became more and more clear. The poisonous blood not only corroded his skin, but also seeped into his flesh and blood.
"I'm a little tired of playing, nobody."
Roger raised his hand, and cold bone spurs pierced along the tips of his fingers, like a sharp dagger.
"You actually know that, right? I just find it interesting. If I want to, I can kill you in many ways."
The power was vibrating, and the crown on Zuo Zhen's head was also vibrating together. It began to shake, with fine cracks all over it, but it was not completely broken yet.
"Fire, sword slashing, [gap] invasion... there are really too many ways to kill a life."
The sharp bone spurs penetrated into Zuo Zhen's chest little by little. Zuo Zhen's heartbeat became even faster. His face was stiff, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"Ask for mercy?"
Roger judges cowardly mortals.
"As long as you beg me, you will survive and gain such power. Sounds good, right?"
After a long pause, Zuo Zhen finally made a move.
He retracted his hand and pulled out the folding knife from Roger's body. Blood spattered on his hand, and thin wisps of smoke rose up, but it was as if he couldn't feel the pain.
Zuo Zhen lost his will to fight, with a dead look on his face, his hands hanging down helplessly, the tip of the knife touching the ground, defenseless.
Roger's voice became more and more distorted, as if he was no longer himself, but some unknown, weird combination.
There was a joyful and sharp sound similar to that of an enchanting woman, mixed with the murmurs of children and the murmurs of the elderly.
Creepy.
"Is this considered death in a foreign country?"
Zuo Zhen recognized the reality clearly and took a long breath, as if he wanted to expel all the air in his lungs. His chest shriveled up and became skinny.
If he had just grown old, now he looked like a corpse, a weathered and rotten corpse.
"It's so sad. In Jiuxia, we still pay great attention to the matter of fallen leaves returning to their roots."
Zuo Zhen squinted his eyes, and in a daze, he seemed to see the golden lake.
This is a battle with a destined outcome, a battle with no suspense.
Roger could feel that the old man in front of him was dying. He had already died, but he was dominated by anger and continued to go crazy like a zombie.
Now that Roger has extinguished his anger, all that awaits him is death.
An even more disturbing smile echoed, and Roger tasted the despair radiating from Zuo Zhen, and he only felt a great sense of satisfaction.
This condescension, this contempt, this crushing of honor and dignity...
That's it. Roger has been pursuing this answer. The worse the human beings are, the more they prove Roger is right.
Rise! Keep rising! Abandon all bad qualities and cowardice, and upgrade to a greater existence.
The decline of a mortal will only make him more determined, and this determination is exactly what Roger needs.
But just when Roger was satisfied, a hoarse voice sounded.
"So are you waiting for my wailing? Seeing the pride of mortals being defeated, all dignity being trampled to the ground and thrown into the mud," Zuo Zhen smiled, with blood on his teeth, like a wild beast, "It's really
It's sad, Roger, that he has such power but is so ridiculous."
Roger looked at the embarrassed Zuo Zhen, and a low roar sounded from deep in his throat.
He had been teased by his prey, and this great feeling of shame was worse than the pain. He wanted to kill Zuo Zhen, strangle him into pieces, and end his life in the most cruel way.
But Zuo Zhen was faster than him.
His silence is just resting, and his hanging arms are just relaxing his tired muscles. He is not giving up, but he is too old. He needs to take a few breaths, accumulate more strength, and then swing the knife again.
Get a faster knife.
There was a sharp scream, breaking the bone spear, turning his body, and cutting off the bone spur that pierced his chest with one blow. He looked ferocious.
"Come on, can't you kill me easily?"
Zuo Zhen laughed.
The folding knife rose and fell repeatedly, and the sharp edge began to become dull, chipped, and almost broke.
Zuo Zhen's attack on him was meaningless, it was just the bite of a wild beast, but it was this bite that continued to humiliate Roger.
"Give it a try, great existence."
Roger was angry, and the scorching heat erupted without any improvement. As expected, Zuo Zhen's figure paused for a moment, then was blown away by the heat wave and fell heavily to the ground.
He let out a painful whine and rolled on the ground. The burns made him look hideous, like a monster. After a while, he got up with difficulty.
"In our Jiuxia, there is such a saying."
Zuo Zhen's voice was like a broken blower, with a sharp hoarseness.
"Know that you can't do it, but do it."
The folding knife was stuck to the skin, and every swing brought pain. But the pain was so much that it turned into numbness.
"A lot of people are debating whether this is stupidity or stubbornness, bravery or sadness.
In fact, I can't explain clearly. After all, this kind of thing is really stupid. You know that you are going to die, but you still continue. In the end, the so-called bravery is just to beautify this stupid thing.
Everyone is smart, and smart people know what to do."
He gasped in pain, and every breath felt like sharp knives stirring his heart and lungs.
"But, maybe I am really a fool, a hopeless fool."
Zuo Zhen was shaken and looked at Roger with a helpless smile.
"Forget it, you can't understand such words anyway."
"How stupid."
Roger said coldly, this time he didn't have any anger or disdain, but only a chilling coldness.
"But it's fools like me who pushed you into this, isn't it? It's fools like us who almost drove you to extinction."
Zuo Zhen tried to take a step forward, with unyielding vigor, like a beast that wouldn't stop dying, trying to bite off a piece of meat even if he died.
"Look, you are bleeding, great being."
Zuo Zhen laughed loudly.
The bone spear struck, interrupting Zuo Zhen's words. He hid awkwardly, and his movements were not as quick as before. The folding knife barely resisted, but was bounced off again and again, and finally chopped down cruelly.
The withered right arm was cut off, but even so, it still held the folding knife tightly.
This blow seemed to have completely defeated Zuo Zhen, but it seemed that it had not. He leaned back and leaned against the wall.
The battle is over.
"Do you still feel that way now?" Roger approached slowly.
Zuo Zhen paused for a few seconds, then nodded. He put down the folding knife. The adhering skin tore off large pieces of burnt black. He struggled to grab the broken right arm and dragged it and the folding knife over.
"What are you doing?"
Roger looked at Zuo Zhen in confusion. He struggled to open his clenched right hand and took out the folding knife.
"Keep cutting, I'm not dead yet."
Zuo Zhen said stubbornly.
"I will die, but I will not lose."
With a crisp sound, the crown on his head couldn't hold on and collapsed.
"Rarely win, but occasionally you win."
Zuo Zhen raised his head, looked at Roger, and said confidently.
"What if? What if I win?"
The atmosphere fell into silence, but soon the silence was broken by Roger's wanton laughter. He looked at Zuo Zhen and almost laughed to tears.
He was like an actor who was performing hard. His annoying laughter lasted for a long time before slowly stopping. Finally, he looked at Zuo Zhen calmly.
"What is this? A nice thing to say before you die?"
"No, no, no, these are not nice words, this is the truth. I really think I can still win."
Zuo Zhen maintained his stubbornness.
His face gradually distorted, as if there was another face covering it, another person who humiliated Roger, the guy who laughed at himself and committed suicide in front of his eyes.
"I've rested enough, let's continue."
Zuo Zhen struggled to get up and grabbed two folding knives in one hand.
His consciousness had begun to dim, but in the deepest part of his thoughts, there was a sharp blade, a sharp blade that was ready to go.
Zuo Zhen doesn't know whether this is true or not, but if... if his memory is really baptized by antimemes, if he is also one of the participants in the plan, if he planned his own death...
So……
Zuo Zhen believes in himself, he knows what he will do.
This is a good time. Although he died in a foreign country, he died on the battlefield instead of retiring and becoming a withered skeleton in a deep mountain and old forest.
It seems like I should say something harsh to make myself more powerful.
Right, that is it.
Zuo Zhen took a big breath, filling his chest with strength again, and shouted loudly.
"Thousands of people!"
The voice was rich and resonant, like a tiger roaring. Unfortunately, he could not shout out the second half of the sentence, because Zuo Zhen opened his mouth and bit the folding knife, raised his left arm high, and the bright blade reflected the light.
This was the sword that created the world. It was so powerful that the muscles squeezed each other and sprayed blood.
It was obviously a slash from a mortal, but it seemed to shatter the soul.
Even when Roger faced this seemingly powerless sword, he lost consciousness and stopped in place.
Maybe... Zuo Zhen can really win, as long as this sword can fall...
Roger looked directly at Zuo Zhen, with a blazing white storm swirling in his pupils. The sky-shattering knife hung high above his head and failed to fall.
No matter how powerful a mortal is, he is still a mortal after all. As long as his [gap] is crushed, he can be easily killed.
Then in this broken [gap], among Zuo Zhen's chaotic memories, the sound of conversation sounded.
"How to protect our memories from being stolen?"
"Let us be the weapons themselves."
Roger saw it.
Like a golden lake, there is also the old man standing beside the lake. He picks up his sharp sword and cuts towards him.
In a daze, Roger heard Zuo Zhen's voice.
"I still win."
In reality, Zuo Zhen's body fell down, and as his heart stagnated, his life ended, and another sharp blade was unsheathed at the end.
Pull the trigger and detonate [Forget River].
Zuo Zhen knew what kind of conspiracy he would set up, and he also knew what he should do. All the sacrifices, all the ridicule, were for this moment, to allow Roger to invade him defenselessly.
The abyss watches mortals, and mortals also find the direction of the abyss.
The antimeme is expanding, and as it expands, the fallen Cai Gongs also have the same fluctuations. It's like it's been preset. As Zuo Zhen's trigger is triggered, other carriers also
Entered into a chain reaction.
The self-enclosed information continued to be devoured, and the entire underground world began to collapse at this moment. The circular gate under the feet was completely shattered, leaving only the dark door, swallowing all sins and placing them in deep darkness.