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Chapter 193 Nine kinds of hell

After Isaac set up the force field wall, he put the knife back to his waist and pulled out his pistol.

"The lily wreath shall stand upon the lion's feathers——"

He chanted solemnly and pulled the trigger towards the sky.

I saw a white bullet flying into the sky.

Then, a complex magic circle unfolded in the sky.

Countless pure white beams of light fell on the ground one after another, and then exploded.

These explosions had no effect on Isaac's troops, while his enemies were blown into bloody pieces.

The young soldiers cheered one after another.

And Isaac just smiled.

He made a calm voice: "Everyone, stay calm and focus on protecting yourself - I will support you from behind!"

But this time.

The same shouts came from the rear position on the opposite side.

Through the screen, it came to Annan very clearly:

"——Captain, the demon warlock's spell behind is too powerful, brothers can't rush through it!"

"Retreat first—damn it, they were actually prepared! Did the scouts who went to plant explosives behind go in?!"

"No, that big demon seems to have summoned an extremely strong wall of bones. We can't get in at all!"

"Retreat first—retreat! Let's go to other places! It's impossible for the demons to defend every town so well! Let's go to a place where there are no warlocks!"

About half of the corpses were abandoned on the other side and they immediately ran away.

Just as the young soldiers here were about to chase them, they were stopped by Isaac.

"Stop chasing."

Isaac looked seriously at the direction in which the enemy was retreating: "Compared with the two waves of offensives we defeated before, this wave of bugs is a bit sparse in number and has little desire to attack. They may want to deceive us, and then

Then attack the town."

"Yes, leader!"

The young soldiers responded respectfully.

Then, the videotape came to an end.

Annan frowned.

If he understood correctly...

There is indeed a problem on Isaac's side.

In that dim yellow world, why do we feel that there is a strong cognitive barrier between each other?

Isaac and others think that their enemies are just bugs.

But those enemies in turn thought they were a group of demons...

Even though they heard each other's roars at close range, they still didn't realize that the other party was their own kind.

Annan frowned, temporarily paused the videotape, and took out another videotape.

This time it's "456" - the same number "5" as "357".

There is no logic in this, it just depends on luck. Or in other words, metaphysics.

Annan hopes to see some new intelligence.

But it'd better be related to his last piece of information...

After the same long wait, Annan saw another world.

It was a lush primitive jungle.

But the jungle seemed a little too "lush".

The size of trees, vines and other plants is more than five times the usual size. Or the size of a human being has been reduced to the height of a can of Coke...

And these plants are all alive.

Countless green grass seeds rolled up like green algae in the lake, covering the sky like a storm.

——That is a plant that is "migrating".

A man whom Annan did not know and had never seen before tried to escape in a panic.

But the thin grass he passed was as high as his neck. They kept slapping him and trying to strangle his throat. It took a lot of effort for the man to gain the upper hand in the fight between the grass blades.

Just when he was trying hard to cut off a small blade of grass with the dagger in his hand.

There was a vine behind him, which silently fell from top to bottom and strangled his waist.

Then countless slender willow branches penetrated into his body. In the blink of an eye, the man's body was drained dry and he became motionless.

That's all the content on the videotape.

Annan frowned and silently pulled out other video tapes.

The common point is that every scene in the video tape has an overwhelming "certain color". And no matter which scene it is, the content inside is enough to be called "doomsday".

After searching for a long time, Annan finally found Ofei's poem from the "789" video tape.

This also allowed Annan to confirm that the different video tapes should not be on the same timeline.

Because the place where Orpheus is located is a highly developed area, but it is covered in overwhelming "gray".

Towering version of high-rise buildings.

Vehicles were rushing by, and even a floating car that looked like a spaceship was flying across the sky.

But unlike cyberpunk, which is full of neon tones... this world is full of "gray".

The sky has turned into a complete, convoluted gray.

Even the light of the sun is not dazzling, and even if you look directly at it with the naked eye, you will not shed tears.

And all the people passing by on the street are expressionless "human beings".

They are said to be human beings, but they are actually robots. They are just iron men wrapped in a layer of skin.

Orpheus stood on the street corner holding his golden harp, a little at a loss.

All the "people" passing by had no curiosity about him. No one talked to him at all, and no one even looked at him.

He was confused at first, then a little scared.

He took off his hat and played and sang in the street. But no one paid him any attention.

No one stopped or rewarded him.

Orpheus once wondered whether this was an illusion.

He even had the audacity to try to deliberately block other people's progress.

But the other party did not pass him by, but paused for a moment, with a blue light flashing in his eyes, trying to find another way. Ofishi blocked him again, and the passerby bowed respectfully to Ofishi.

Afterwards, the "passerby" quickly walked around Ao Feishi.

Ofishi was stunned on the spot.

He was holding his harp, not knowing what he was thinking.

Standing alone in the dense crowd, he seemed to have been abandoned by the world - everyone coming and going was gray and white, and he was the only one with color.

He was silent for a long time, and finally picked up the golden harp, which was "enough to move the gods".

He stood on the street, sang loudly with all his strength, and played the music at his highest level.

No one looked at him, no one cared about him.

This is a possibility that Orpheus has never thought of or experienced.

Since he started learning musical instruments, he has been surrounded by people's pursuit and praise. His own talents and achievements are indeed worthy of this praise. He even once thought that the "sense of attention" brought by his identity was unnecessary.

, which will make people unable to hear the emotion he wants to express.

Orpheus has always believed that if he were not a "Dennis Sawyer", his artistic achievements would be higher.

——Until now.

That shocking feeling, as if he had been forgotten by the whole world, made him never miss that "sense of gaze".

He played for a while, then squatted down silently, picked up his hat, and put it back on his head.

All the shops on the road are open.

Food and water are freely available - but there is no living person, and no one is willing to initiate a conversation with him.

In the gray town, the only poet with color played his harp and sang while walking.

In this silent world, Ofesi kept playing instruments and singing loudly, hoping to attract people who heard the singing to come to him. He used this method to find something that could happen to him.

The person communicating is looking for Isaac and Annan who entered the nightmare with him.

But at this moment, the camera suddenly began to zoom out.

Orpheus's figure became smaller and smaller.

First it was a street - after it was lengthened, it became an extremely complex Chongqing interchange. It was lengthened again, and it became a steel town... and finally it turned into a country, a continent, and a planet.

It was a silent planet completely covered in "gray".

Except for Orpheus, there is no one else in the world.


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