Chapter 2975 The morning of never returning (fifty)
Chapter 2975 The morning that never returns (50)
Another Albert stood in front of Albert, and he looked at each other.
Of course, this other Albert is just a clone, the product of Albert's clone technique.
But this was the first time that he and his clone looked at each other awkwardly like this.
"What do you want to do, meow?" I don't know how long the pair stared at each other, but Albert's clone asked first.
Albert's clones generally do not have autonomous consciousness. Most of the clones created using the clone technique share the consciousness of Albert's original self, and are controlled by the original self like a puppet. Although these are from other people.
Albert summoned from the parallel world, but when they appear as clones, their ontological consciousness will be suppressed, and the body still obeys the orders of Albert's original self in this main time and space.
But there are rare cases, like now, when Albert summoned the clone, he did not suppress his autonomous consciousness, but allowed the clone to have autonomous consciousness and be on the same status as Albert's original self. Doing so is risky
In fact, it is very high. If a bad guy version of Albert comes from another parallel world, that bad guy's clone may kill Albert's real person and monopolize Albert's identity in this time and space.
He took a high risk and summoned a clone with independent consciousness in another time and space, which naturally had a purpose.
"Why do you want to ask me what I want to do, meow?" Albert's true self asked back: "When I summoned you, didn't your memory share mine, meow? You know what I want to do, meow."
"Yes, I know." Albert's clone said, "But I can't agree with it. This is too ridiculous."
"How ridiculous." The young tiger man asked his clone with a blushing face: "You were the one who was responsible for accompanying Mutt before, right? What did you and Mutt do while I was away? What do you think?
I don’t know meow?"
"Oh..." the other party covered his face in embarrassment: "So now you call me over to settle the score, meow. What a stingy guy."
"You are scolding yourself for being stingy." Albert also covered his face. Whether it is the clone or the real person, they are all Albert himself, why should they hurt each other.
"Not to mention this." The other party said depressedly: "You asked me to do this, are you serious?"
"Of course. Only you can relieve Mutt's symptoms now, even...with that undesirable method."
"So why does Meow want me to do it instead of you doing it yourself?" Albert's clone asked back: "What the child really wants is you, not a dispensable clone of yours. You do it yourself."
It’s the best, and the child will definitely be happy with it. And don’t say you don’t want to do it. I have the same memory as you at the moment you were summoned, and I know what you are thinking.”
"I don't want it." Albert turned his face and said, "Anyway, I don't want it."
"You hate doing that kind of thing with him so much, meow? Using this... body that's not even a living thing?" the other party asked.
"That's not the reason." The tiger man young man replied: "I have always treated Mutt as my younger brother. Just like Luffy. Isn't it disgusting to do that kind of thing with my younger brother?"
"So you are going around in circles to condemn me." Albert's clone showed a dissatisfied expression: "In my parallel world, Ruf and I already have that kind of relationship. Do you have any objections? I know I
It shouldn't be, but that kid looks exactly like Rufu. I couldn't hold it back last time ------"
"So you have to hold back this time?"
"You asked me to do that this time, how could I possibly do it?!" Albert's clone said angrily, "Can't you do this yourself?"
"I just can't do it..."
"Uh-huh..." Mutt's low voice came from the room next door. He was probably having a nightmare. Although the situation there has stabilized, it still doesn't seem very optimistic. Abyss Crystal
Whether the erosion of the world has stopped, no one can say for sure.
"That's enough." Albert's true self said angrily: "If you don't want to help, forget it. I'm going to send you back. I can't take action against Mutt, so I can only leave him here and let fate happen."
stop."
"He will die. Absolutely." Albert's clone said coldly: "The erosion of the abyss will not simply stop. They will not stop until they get what they want."
"That has nothing to do with you." Albert's true self also said coldly: "Since you are unwilling to save Mutt, then go back to the world where you are and live with your Luffy. There is no one for you here."
It's over------"
He originally planned to remove the clone and let him return to the world where he belonged, but the clone interrupted him: "Wait a minute."
Albert's true self paused: "Have you changed your mind?"
"Let me declare it first, this is the last time." His clone said: "I only did this to save him."
"Yes, yes. There can be countless grand reasons, whatever you want to say. In short, it's good to be able to save Mutt." Albert's true self rolled his eyes at the other person: "You should prepare yourself. I should too.
I'm going out, I don't want to disturb you."
"So you don't even have the courage to watch from the sidelines..."
"Bastard!" Albert's true self said angrily, slamming the door and leaving.
"What does the abyss want from us?" Albert's clone walked into Mutt's room and said to himself helplessly.
(Probably, those higher creatures in another dimension just regard the lower creatures in this world as a joke and look at us like we are watching a monkey show.)
(No matter whether our behavior in this world is noble, ugly, or even unsightly... to the detectors of the abyss, it is all the same.)
(To put it bluntly, they just want to satisfy their [novelty]. The so-called [intelligence entropy] may just be this.)
Boom, boom, boom.
Hearing Albert's footsteps gradually moving away, the clone sighed and walked into Mutt's bed.
The cat-man boy had a low-grade fever, his face was flushed, and there were faint beads of sweat hanging on his forehead.
"I'm sorry." Albert's clone said, approaching and holding the cat boy in his arms.
At the same time, Albert's true form also left the village and walked to the fighting arena at the other end of the forest.
The appearance of this Colosseum is somewhat similar to the Colosseum in Rome, and it is cleverly mixed with the structure of other buildings. It even looks a bit like an enlarged version of the Tower of the Guardian.
Albert wondered whether this building was also shaped according to his memory. He seemed to have never been to the Colosseum, and had only occasionally seen that magnificent building from some magazines and newspapers. But no matter what,
If he had to imagine a "spectacular place where he could fight to the death with others", it would probably be a fighting arena like this.
Whether it is that village or this arena, they are closely related to Albert's memories and thoughts. The abyss is peering into the depths of his heart, and it is probably already familiar with his past.
It's really unpleasant.
The moment he stepped into the arena, the surrounding scenery began to change. The world that was originally pitch black, with only glowing outlines of things, was gradually replaced by gray.
Whether it is the ground or the wall tiles in the arena, they are all textureless gray, as if they are made of gray paper. But there is an unknown light source from top to bottom that illuminates everything, giving the gray scene a distinct look.
Visible shadows. This makes everything in the arena neither dazzling nor dim, with excellent vision and recognition.
At the other end of the huge circular square in the arena, Albert's opponent was already waiting.
"It's been a long time." Out of politeness, Albert said when he came up.
"No. The flow of time has no meaning here." The other party replied, it was a centaur that looked very strong. The muscles and red skin on his body were particularly conspicuous in this gray scene.
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"The overseer of the creator race, Spriggan Salzaches, is here to ask for advice." the centaur said.
The other person was speaking an ancient language that Albert couldn't understand at all, but strangely, Albert could somewhat understand what the other person was saying, as if the other person's language was directly translated into something he could understand.
Meaning, it ran into his mind.
"...Ferocious Fang warrior, Warcraft hunter Albert Robert, is asking for advice again." Albert also replied in the same way.
"You are just a child of the law enforcement race. There is no need to force yourself to learn how to speak like us." The other party did not appreciate it very much: "Stop talking nonsense and let's start fighting!"
When the centaur drew out his spear, Albert also drew out his double blades.
He knew that the centaur in front of him was just some incarnation of the ancient god-human race, and might not be the true face of the ancient people. The true face of the ancient god-human race is still a mystery until now. It is said that they look very similar to humans, but they are subtly different.
What's the difference?
The centaur in front of Albert was obviously adjusted to this appearance by ancient people for fighting. The black shadow representing the abyss forces said that the abilities of Albert and his opponents would be affected in the arena.
The restrictions are neither strong nor weak, and are in a certain "relatively fair" state.
It should be a fact visible to the naked eye that the power of the ancient gods and humans was restricted. And Albert seems to be unable to use the power of the Holy White Tiger, no matter how he summons it. Probably, Abyss thinks that Albert only
You can go it alone and fight the enemy fairly one on one. Using the power of the Holy White Tiger is considered cheating.
This is really... such a "thoughtful" setting.
Boom! The opponent raised his spear and swept over, while Albert raised his storm gun blade and Luna Steel Scimitar and tried to parry with all his strength.
Moreover, the "fair setting" still only allows cold weapon duels, and it seems that magic cannot be used at all. The powerful ancient magic that the ancients were most proficient in has no place in this abyss arena. This is for Albert.
A great thing.
One second he thought so, but the next second he was shocked.
The spear had huge power, or the centaur's brute strength was simply astonishing and beyond comprehension. Albert clearly used his double blades to parry the blow, but was hit by a huge impact.
The whole tiger flew out at least thirty times!
"We've got it!" Sprigan kicked his hind hooves and sprinted in front of Albert as fast as teleportation. Albert, who was still flying out of the air, couldn't make any defensive movements. The opponent had something in his hand.