The puppets' stage play

Chapter 293 Walking on foot

"How, my results?"

Gao Tang looked over with a smile on his face, a hint of pride in his eyes, and he was obviously extremely satisfied with his own strength.

Andri's eyes were calm. Although on the surface, their attitudes were tough and sharp, in fact, the two of them did not really take action. They were just acting as their respective leaders. Therefore, the strength of their subordinates became the content of their conversation. .

"Torrent." He whispered the name, and the corresponding 'record' appeared in his mind, which was the composition of the scenes and the condensed images.

In a world full of dangers, evil spirits invaded, most of the creatures perished, all the strong ones withered, and only a few 'mortals' were still alive, but just alive.

They raised their heads and looked at the war-torn sky, their eyes filled with confusion and helplessness, but that had nothing to do with them.

What should I do, what can I do? Such questions can only appear in their minds. Even if they just say it, they will be laughed at by others. They will say that as long as mortals huddle in a corner and live honestly, they will be happy. good.

"But we can't survive." Among the withered people, a young man shouted. It was a figure with a bloody face and almost no breath. It was a creature that would be quickly erased even on the battlefield.

He picked up the dusty coat on the ground, looked ahead with sharp and firm eyes, and only half of his palm pointed to the sky.

"So, it's up to me, even if it's not me, to save this dying world."

Like candlelight stars lighting up the earth, and with the roaring sound that resounded throughout the world, the invisible fog that had concealed its face suddenly opened its eyes, and its indifferent eyes looked downwards.

Suddenly there arises a realization that the original seed, the resistance to the future of death, is the desire that gave birth to the torrent.

["Go and bring some new colors to this boring world, eternity."]

In the realm of obscurity, there is a sound from heaven falling, that is the voice of the ‘Kingdom Lord’.

There are countless kings in the stars, but the reason why people use the name "king" to represent the strong is because of this person.

As a result, the turbid current burning with star flames spilled into the world.

The shouting young man keeps growing, and keeps moving forward in the infinitely extended future. Sometimes, he fights in the land of great prosperity, and seizes the only foothold in the land of secluded flames.

Confront the strong men in the world, recall the past in quiet contemplation, and become stronger with the influence of time.

Sometimes, in a world that was about to collapse, he saved the last flower, wrapped the last glow of the world around him, faced the invisible gratitude, stood up, and looked at the sky full of destruction. , those eyes became calmer and calmer.

"Just like this, it's not enough. I'm not here for this." He lowered his head and looked at the yellow flowers trembling in his arms, as if there was a flash of brilliance in his eyes.

In this withering time, only the world listened to his words, and then stared at him wordlessly.

"If you want to gain something, you must be aware of losing something. Once, I thought I had lost everything, but in fact, it was not." He raised his head, stretched out his hands, and watched the 'life' disappear with the The wind wanders away.

Life and death, beauty and destruction, they blend together to compose everything that transcends cognition.

"Start from me and wrap everything up, whether it's death or rebirth..."

Following his words, dazzling particles floated above his body. They entwined with each other and then formed a group in the air, growing stronger and stronger like a 'stream'.

"This is the beginning." Firm and calm words resounded throughout the world like a sudden wind, echoing in the hearts of every person who heard these words.

Looking down with indifferent eyes, there was no one there, only human voices could be heard.

["That is the power called 'choice' in the world. Anyone who has appeals must have the mentality of losing everything to pray for well-being."]

Therefore, in countless worlds, even if they are just weak and weak, as long as they are "selected", they can hone themselves in endless time and reach a state that they could never imagine.

Some people call that ‘the future’, but they know very well that that is the price they have already paid.

From the beginning to the end, they are the traces of their lives. Unless all the waves of this period are smoothed out, they can 'inherit' everything in the past.

Gao Tang's eyesight was dull. He looked down at everything on the battlefield below. Thousands of scenes flashed through his eyes, including countless people praying, powerful creatures entangled with power, and black figures that were just moving forward indifferently without any intention.

He raised his head, and the blurry and changing starlight continued to rotate in the palm of his hand. It was a magnificent scene like a kaleidoscope.

"I am actually the most disobedient guy. Jumping around in front of my eyes is really an eyesore."

Andri stared at the other person, but understood the true meaning of the one named Torrent.

Torrent has only one purpose, replaceability.

Instead of letting naturally powerful creatures take the dominant position, we should try our best to use 'cheap' and 'ordinary' creatures as the foundation, give them the opportunity to reach the king directly, and fix the moment when the creatures are most powerful as a basis. core.

No matter how many times you are defeated or killed, you can continue to resurrect from the dead, because what the enemy destroys is just the phantom from the future, and even if you encounter a strong person who can erase your essence, you only need to carry out new cultivation. .

Just like that.

He turned his eyes slightly and looked at the golden figure waving his palms on the other side. The familiar aura on the other side made him sigh in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

The enemies in front of the golden figure are constantly being erased.

The face of the carapace figure became more and more immature, and the aura on his body became weaker and weaker. However, if the hand fell slightly slower, the figure would return to its original appearance.

In the end, the carapace figure with no trace of breath on his body glanced here, showing an apologetic expression, and then was completely erased.

However, before the golden figure could take a breath, another person appeared in the space in front of him. It was a figure wrapped in dark patterns and wearing a practice uniform.

His eyes flashed slightly, and an image was once again exported from the 'record'.

He tapped the teacup in front of him, and there was an upright twig floating on the overflowing spring liquid. It put its palms together, and the whole body seemed to be flowing with light, with a warm smile on its face.

"Once you enjoy the five graces, you will not recognize them because of your compassion. This is the path of discernment."

Then, he saw that the man's residence had collapsed and he was displaced. What he had thought and understood was all empty talk. He had not brought him food or given him a safe place to live.

So, it prayed to God with a pious look on its face.

"If you are blessed by the sacrifice, you will be guided to the lost place." At first, it was just an accident, and it just continued its past habits without any hope, but gradually, this has become everything to it, because it has no way to retreat.

He saw someone quietly sharpening a knife in front of it, and at midnight, several people entered over the wall.

"Life and death are worse than dreams." Facing the approaching weapons, it whispered, and as its consciousness was dying, it suddenly understood what it should do.

Taking advantage of the man's carelessness, it grabbed the knife tightly, let out an inhumanly violent roar, and rushed over madly.

Unfortunately, although it was rich in the past, it is now in decline.

Fortunately, the two people on the opposite side were weaker than it. It held the knife in its hand and understood in its heart that this was the path shown to it by God.

Andri shook his head slightly. The figure in front of him said everything. It really understood what he should do.

The golden figure suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and still waved his palms indifferently. In the eyes of those who put their hands together, that was the figure that announced the end.

"It is indeed very strong. At least if the witch is still there, she will be able to fight with you and me for a while. The world seems to call such people aliens?" Gao Tang turned his eyes slightly, looked over there, and said nothing. Unqualified words of praise.

"...She is not such a simple person." Andri shook his head, and then looked here calmly, "You think that move is very strong, but unfortunately, it is just a move she can perform casually. .”

"At least, for a certain period of time, I was indeed inferior to her."

"Could it be that she has reached that limit?!"

Gaotang's expression suddenly became serious, and he looked here with great solemnity.

"...Yes." Andri shook his head again, and then nodded. Gaotang's face tensed, and then he showed a thoughtful look.

After a while, he looked over and said softly.

"...Since you haven't shown up yet, I guess even if you succeed, I can no longer control you. Can it really be considered a success?" Although he was asking, Gao Tang shook his head. , expressing disapproval.

Andri turned his head, but the person in front of the golden figure changed again, as if they were endless.

"Maybe," he whispered.

And when the two faced each other, the battlefield never stopped for a moment.

The torrent of people continued to sweep the battlefield, and in conjunction with the black tide behind them, they continued to wipe out the power of the federation. Coupled with the aftermath deliberately directed by the kings, the territory of the federation became smaller and smaller, and the situation on the battlefield became more and more decadent.

At the very back of the black tide, there was a huge figure floating in the air like a ball of cotton wool. The white velvet continued to float away, and blurry scenes suddenly appeared in front of the originally empty eyes.

Among them, there are lush green grass, shady trees, stone fish singing loudly, and thin threads flowing in the wind.

Black lines passed through it, covering all the original bright colors, and then merged into the black tide flowing in front, continuing to move forward as the main force of the battlefield (miscellaneous soldiers).

"...I can also join the battle. To be honest, this is too boring."

"Please respect your responsibilities. There is plenty of combat power ahead. All you need to do is stay here." The figure standing alone on the side of Cotton Ball said solemnly.

There are two black balls on the tentacles on its head, which are constantly trembling with the body. It is wearing reflective mirror armor.

".....But--"

"No but, this is your mission." It once again blocked the evasive words of the leader of the Kingdom of Yingluo next to it. It felt a little helpless in its heart. After all, it was better to let specialized people come to supervise it.

It stared forward with a smile on its face. Fortunately, the situation on the battlefield was not bad, Lidun thought with satisfaction.

Although these guys deliberately devour all the worlds to continuously strengthen themselves, the places they are surrounded by are often very clean. Although they feel grand during the war, after the war...

Out of consideration for future notifications, after the initial integration, the resources of the violent soldiers were produced and sold by themselves.

The kings of the country are responsible for evolving the simple world without life, and then swallowing it up by these guys, so as to continue to grow. As for whether the power will not be able to keep up, will there be a strange feeling like using eggs to lay chickens.

It can be said that those are all nonsense. The whole process is all natural, and the kings with unlimited energy will not feel struggling for such a small amount of power. If you insist on saying it, it will only be boring.

The fight was in full swing in the front, but here they were wagging their fingers and could only watch helplessly.

"...It's so boring." Yingluo sighed again.

Indeed, Li nodded a little, but for the time being he was rational and did not make a sound.

The two of them looked over there together, feeling depressed in their hearts. They really wanted to go.

"What on earth do you want to do?!"

From a corner of the battlefield, a violent voice suddenly came out.

Suppressed by two people, the fair-faced young man glared at the man in front of him. The neat, fragrant and luxurious clothes on his body were stained with a little rust, and he looked extremely embarrassed from a distance.

Yu Xiezhi, whose eyes were like glass, looked calmly at the struggling figure in front of him, glaring angrily at the new puppet master, who was one of the many juniors he had always been friendly to.

Several figures with solemn faces stood behind him. At the same time, there were three figures with extraordinary behavior and beautiful figures standing on the side, looking at this side at a loss, and looking at the young man with a worried look.

They wanted to come over several times, but a woman with an innocent smile suddenly appeared on Yu Xiuzhi's body. Her cruel gaze swept across the three of them. At the same time, the figures of their respective guardians also appeared on the bodies of the people standing solemnly. By.

Therefore, the three guys could only stay where they were.

"The war has begun." He looked at the man and said in a calm tone. Countless figures with charming faces and beautiful figures were struggling in front of them. They were bloody flowers blooming on the battlefield.

"I know, haven't I already called Lujuan?!" The young man suppressed the anger in his heart, with a look of impatience on his face. His eyes swept across a figure in green clothes in front of him. Pass.

"Not enough." Yu Xiezhi said calmly.

"...Xiangyun, you go too." A trace of hesitation flashed across the young man's face, and then he said to the elegant woman on the left of the three people wearing light white clothes.

The latter nodded slightly and glanced at the young man worriedly again. Then, several streams of light appeared around him and he ran towards the battlefield.

"Is this enough?!" The young man said through gritted teeth. That was one of his favorite dolls. If he was killed on this battlefield, he would suffer a big loss.

"Chu He, you really don't understand." Yu Xiuzhi stared at the young man in front of him. Under the gazes of those around him, he slowly walked towards him. The young man's expression changed slightly and he looked at him with hostility.

"Liu Liu, move—" He had a hard look in his eyes and was about to shout, but was interrupted.

Yu Xiuzhi raised his head expressionlessly, and dug his fingers deeply into his neck. There was faint blood flowing out. Chu He's expression was distorted, but he was speechless as his mouth was gagged.

"This is a battlefield, and we are puppet masters affiliated with the Federation. It seems that I need to emphasize to you what our responsibilities are."

"At the same time." His stern face was close to the other person, looking at the fear flashing in his eyes, he said calmly, "You must also remember not to disobey my orders."

He half-turned his head and looked at the two anxious-looking women, pointing his finger at them.

"They are just tools. Normally, you would treat them as your harem or your toys. But this is a battlefield, and they were created for this reason."

"Now, go tell them what to do."

Yu Xiuzhi loosened his fingers slightly and looked at the person in front of him with a cold expression.

".....fighting....."

"Speak louder!" He shouted suddenly.

"Go and fight, ahhhhhhh, you two, go quickly, do you want me to die? Come on, I don't want to die, go quickly, go quickly!!!" Chu He roared and looked at the two of them. A puppet.

They nodded with complicated expressions, and then headed to the battlefield with their auras soaring.

"Haha, in this way, you will be satisfied." Chu He looked at this side flatteringly, but a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.

Yu Xiuzhi saw it, but it was not appropriate to deal with him at this moment. He turned around and looked at everyone.

"Now, it's our turn." He looked at the battlefield and started to advance.

A look of astonishment flashed across Chu He's face behind him.

"Why, we are very fragile people."

"But our guardian is not on the battlefield, so we are not allowed to retreat."

Yu Xiuzhi strode forward, his tone always calm. The puppet masters stared at the figure, then sighed softly, and followed slowly. Even if the other party was going to go to hell, they had to keep up because they had received so many blessings.

"It's like...sending death..." Chu He murmured, but his body was pushed forward by the flow of people. Faintly, he smelled a fishy smell, and he understood that it was the temptation from death.