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“It’s so scary.”

"What are you talking about?"

Nancy Cres stroked the gap in the city wall, and Burns stood beside her with his cane.

"Do you think you can achieve such a huge destructive power?" The Necromancer took out a pipe and put it in his mouth, filling it with some herbs, "I know a few masters of the secret arts of the Immortal Slave. If they join forces, they might be able to do this."

"If I give me twenty minutes to chant the styling, I probably can do it too." The mage gritted his teeth behind the silver mask, "It's just the battle we observed... It only takes one percent of my time for the opponent's styling to complete such a styling."

Shadow sat under the corner of the wall, slowly and carefully applied poison to his crossbow arrows one by one. The killer seemed to have never shown any fear. Even though he was facing the demon king who was stronger than the angels, he just indifferently polished the blades and arrows in his hands. The necromancer couldn't help but recall those days of fighting with hell. The demon kings fell at the feet of the heroes, and their hearts pushed the power in their blood to rise continuously, surpassing their own limits again and again, becoming a strong man who could stand shoulder to shoulder with the demon god...

"The Stone of the World." He heard his murmuring.

"Hmm?" Nancy stood up and looked at the snow peaks in the north with him.

Scholars believe that the World Stone contains the mystery of the power of Naifitian. Some people believe that if you master the World Stone, you can master the infinite power of ancient gods.

"Perhaps we can make a breakthrough again." The Necromancer whispered to himself, "There seems to be a certain power of fate in the dark, bringing us here. It leads us to an unknown fate."

The court wizard under the silver mask carefully glanced at the woman sitting on the city wall. Su Luo, who looked like a stone statue, had no one approached within a few dozen meters of radius, and only a trace of murderous aura radiated. It made the mortal object completely unable to bear the pressure of gaze at her. The warrior who closed his eyes and lowered his head was like the incarnation of a demon god in a trance, giving the brave man who had faced the demon king directly, a feeling of oppression heavier than the Diapolo who had knocked down.

Diapolo is at least within the scope of this world, but what he shows in this warrior is the confidence that seems to be able to subvert the world.

"Is there a more powerful threat than a demon...?"

"Sorry, I'm upset. We have a plan. You may need to cooperate." A slightly low voice came from behind them, interrupting the mage's thinking. The mysterious black-haired witch held a giant staff similar to hers, and her feet naturally slung half a foot away from the ground. She didn't look like a human, but was more in line with the spiritual positioning they remembered.

"Since our battles are likely to be unable to take into account the demon army in the future, I would like to invite you three to fight against Diapolo."

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Heaven.

The replicas that had already destroyed the teleportation point were entrenched in the ruins of the supreme heaven. On the surface, it seemed like they were waiting for reinforcements from hell to receive them. However, this time the war agent seemed a little afraid of their power and had been lingering on earth. This happened to meet the wishes of the peers produced by Paradise Lost, allowing them to observe and control their own bodies in another plane.

“Everything is in the calculation.”

On the ragged Titanic, five people formed a small circle. The three-dimensional model made by the Orange Ring Light reflected everything that happened in the garrison fortress on the light curtain. With Su Jing pulling, even the sword formation model under the main body Su Luobu is vividly remembered. The energy flow model throughout the continent did not make the replicas feel tricky, but Su Jing, who was in charge, showed a happy smile.

"I am sure that they are the main body, and I chose to cooperate with us without hesitation."

Among the various possibilities that have been calculated in advance, the regulars have a very small possibility of giving up this world and going to another world, or seeking causal technical support from the matrix headquarters of the technology alliance; and a branch with a higher probability is to cooperate with the war agents in hell, actively turn around and join the Samar team, or reach a private agreement with the agents. The two groups of people work together to kill the replicas with Pandora, and then turn against each other.

However, these may have been reduced to a very small amount.

"From the current situation, Samar and Belier are incompatible, while the relationship between Suro and Belier reduces the possibility of their cooperation with Samar to less than 10%. At the same time, Samar chose the agent, but the aggressive ms Shabu. In the face of this artificial life who advocates the right to speak of force, the possibility of the plane traveler fighting with her is almost inevitable - pride is the biggest weakness of 'our'."

After Lu Mengyao played with a few brilliant gems and killed a large number of adventurers, the remaining wealth in the heaven allowed the replicas to have resources that were almost the same as the original body. However, the props at the black iron level and silver level only allowed them to have combat power that was as different from the original body. Rare props of the level such as "Void Pseudo-Scroll" and "Demon Hunting". They would not be picked up on the street casually. More props with unknown uses were even problematic.

She noticed Su Jing's dazed eyes. The band's lead singer looked a little slim these days, not only because of excessive indulgence, but also because of the ring. The greedy emotional spectrum is eroding his spirit unstoppably. Even Su Jing, who is talented, cannot continue to maintain his intact reason under the erosion of the python, which represents one of the original emotions.

"It's okay, it's okay, everything will be over soon." The girl with long black hair gently soothed Su Jing's forehead. Her pure mental power kept inputting his consciousness, strengthening his willpower, and once again suppressing the power of the orange light, regaining his cold and calm team core positioning.

Lu Mengyao's hated eyes slightly touched the cold gaze under Sadako Yamamura's long hair. The two looked at each other for a while, then looked away from each other.

"When will we fight with them!" The mechanic who was hand and feet handcuffed by orange light chains shouted dissatisfiedly, "I squat here all day long, but in the end I have to fight with them hard! Since we are all just a group of copyists, don't worry so much, just use the magic weapon to smash them! If I had my quantum technology, we might not be able to escape the traction of cause and effect!"

"Even if it is not destroyed by the connection between the peers... we can't escape 'fate'... Hey hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Su Luo, who was tied to her neck by the orange light, laughing wildly. The night owl-like laughter echoed in the heavens. I don't know if I was crying or laughing, "Brother, are you satisfied now?!"

"Shut up!" Sadako Yamamura stopped Su Luo's laughter with her glare that was enough to melt the metal.

Lu Mengyao lit a cigarette, looking out of the matter.

"Preparation for battle." Su Jing raised his eyes and said, without a trace of expression on his face. "Whether you can win freedom depends on the outcome of this game. I really hope to win with you and win the opportunity of 'rebirth'. Perhaps we may also reach the peak of the multiverse... as an "indulgent" identity, rather than a "plane traveler."

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The war begins with a crossbow arrow.

With the strengthening of a large number of magic props provided by magic scholars, the hero trio went down to the fortress and sneaked into the Arrit Mountains. After experiencing the Battle of Seal four years ago, the old brave men were familiar with the road to the Sacred Land of the Barbarians, but the large number of demons along the way made the three of them feel extremely heavy. The holy snow mountain is now dyed with the black red of hell, and the demons brought hot and scorching lava and sludge. These hell creations polluted the environment of the snow mountain, making the three of them feel as if they were in hell.

The barbarian stronghold along the way is now the nest of dirty demons, and the barbarian's wind-dried heads are hung on the spear. The necromancer chanted the spells in a low voice, allowing the vengeful spirits entrenched on this land to rest in peace. Nancy turned her head and did not look at the heads. She was afraid that she would see the heads of her old friend, so she could only silently pray that the strong man would be safe and sound in this war.

"The spirit of the ancestor of the barbarian seems to have been polluted... The air is filled with violent breath." Burns has the authority of experts in spirit bodies. His legendary suit gives him a breath of high-level undead creatures. Coupled with the long-term illusion imposed by magic scholars, it is also awesome strong man in the chaotic army of demons. Nancy and Shadow use props that can hide all breaths and follow Burns's footsteps.

After applying the rapid effect and being familiar with the terrain, the three of them climbed over the long mountains and entered the depths of Arret. The polluted temple was strictly guarded, and the powerful high-level demons watched everything around them vigilantly. For this situation, Burns's undead disguise could not continue to move forward. However, it was enough here. The scars on Nancy's face had begun to feel a needle-like pain, and the remaining magic of the demon resonated with Diapolo.

"Go on."

The deadly crossbow arrow flew out silently, and the poisonous needle shot through the heads of the demons with indescribable precision and strength. Even before Nancy and Burns had time to use the fastest magic, the shadow had killed more than a dozen high-level demons. The assassin turned killing into an art, and even the descendants of hell could not survive this dance of death. The locust-like flying knives and crossbow arrows were thrown out in the shadows, and with only a piece of iron, they could annihilate the huge monsters' vitality. The effect of this expensive master-level weapon, Burns was shocked to find that every time the shadow made a move, it accurately penetrated the demon's nerve center with its weapons.

"Damn ants... go and kill them, the source of all evil!"

The inner floor of the temple had polluted the World Stone to the last step, and Shabu, who could not get out of it, shouted. (To be continued)

ps: I want to die...
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