doomsday lamb

Qianren Mountain, one of the regional battlefields in the first major counterattack in the last ten years.

It was here that Lang Hua's troops launched a surprise attack and destroyed three of the opponent's strongholds at lightning speed.

They thought they could end the battle before dawn, but unexpectedly the battlefield situation fell into a stalemate after the sun rose...

After ten days of fierce fighting, both sides suffered numerous casualties, and the entire battlefield was almost reduced to a large meat grinder.

What happened next is already known to everyone.

Yang Zhenghua, Li Yishan, Lao An...

Too many people died here.

If Lang Hua had not successfully broken through with the remaining men, the entire regiment would have been wiped out.

How could Lang Hua dare to forget such a bloody memory?

Walking at the foot of Qianren Mountain, you are surrounded by steep and straight rock walls.

In ancient times, eight feet was used as a ren, and a thousand ren was roughly two thousand meters high.

This nearly 90-degree cliff was a favorite place for rock climbers before the disaster. In the apocalypse, it is a natural mountain danger that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

After walking around, Lang Hua was 100% sure that this was an illusion created by the prism platform.

When I raised my head, I could see a few weeds and ghost pines growing on the cliff.

But further away, all the high mountains and ridges were covered in a misty white mist.

It's not that it's invisible, it's that it doesn't exist.

Including the grassland at your feet and the woods at the foot of the hillside.

All of these are things that have long existed in Lang Hua's memory.

The scenery further away that could not be seen clearly was something that Lang Hua had never noticed during the battle in his previous life.

You can see what you can remember, and you can't see what you can't remember.

Therefore, Lang Hua judged that the generation of illusion must vary from person to person.

And it is very possible that he used the memories in his own mind as material.

This had to make Lang Hua wary.

He cautiously approached the woods at the foot of the hillside.

I have the impression that there is a stronghold established by the rebels before the war.

I don't know how long I will stay here this time.

If you can find a stronghold, you can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble.

But before he could reach the halfway point, trouble came to his door first.

There was a "crash", and a subsidence appeared on the grass thirty meters ahead.

A swaying reptile emerged from a large hole two meters in diameter.

This guy is wearing dark golden phoenix armor, with a thick tail and four claws that are flesh-colored. At a rough glance, he is only at the early stage of the third level.

It was the black beast pangolin encountered in the battle for the Jiaorong Core in Nata Mountain!

Lang Hua couldn't help laughing at himself: "It seems that I really miss your armor."

The pangolin saw Lang Hua after it emerged from the ground, and without thinking, it bumped towards Lang Hua with its triangular head.

Compared to the stature of an ordinary human being, a behemoth several meters long is already a giant.

The pangolin runs with the sound of wind and the rumble of its feet on the ground, which is enough to frighten ordinary people.

It's a pity that Lang Hua is not an ordinary person. He is a senior ability user and has been promoted many times.

But this beast is still at the early stage of the third level in his memory.

Boom boom boom...

Twenty meters...

Ten meters...

Five meters...

Two meters!

There was a muffled "boom" sound.

Just before the pangolin was about to hit Lang Hua, a hand quickly pressed its head and pressed it deeply into the soil.

The pangolin then let out a cry, shook its head and tried to escape.

But the more it struggled, the harder Lang Hua used.

In desperation, an extremely thick dark golden tail swung towards Lang Hua with the sound of whistling wind.

It was extremely fast and arrived in front of Lang Hua in just a moment.

Unfortunately, Lang Hua grabbed him firmly with his other hand.

The scales on the tail were slippery, and the tail was so thick that it almost broke out of Lang Hua's hand.

The tail is so big that I can't even grab it.

Lang Hua snorted coldly, then used both hands hard, and his fingers penetrated the scales with a click, and two flowers of blood suddenly burst out from his palms.

Pangolin twitching

A few times, and soon it stopped moving.

Throwing the body aside, Lang Hua squatted on the ground and looked at the defeated enemy.

I don't know if it was Lang Hua's illusion, but he always felt that this guy's armor was even more shiny than when they met last time.

He tentatively took out a third-order wind blade and flicked it towards the pangolin's body.

The wind blade collapsed immediately after contacting Lin Jia, but Lin Jia was unscathed.

There are no traces of cutting at all.

It's not an illusion.

This guy is obviously still at level three, but his defense power is even stronger.

Is it because in my impression it has strong defense?

Lang Hua thought for a while but couldn't figure it out, so he simply pulled off one of the pangolin's scales and put it in his pocket.

Moving forward, Lang Hua met many old opponents again.

There are the third-level serpents that once occupied the arsenal, the mutated silk spiders encountered in Shashi Hospital, and the big-headed zombie king and his group of special-sense zombies that surrounded and attacked Fengwei Mountain.

Every time he defeated a group of opponents, Lang Hua would pick some items and put them in his pocket.

Time in the illusion seemed to pass very slowly, and Lang Hua didn't know how long he had been fighting.

Maybe ten hours, maybe a hundred hours.

In short, after repelling the last wave of zombie attacks, the sky finally started to turn dark.

However, this grassland seems to be extremely long, just like the road to escape in a great rout, with no end in sight.

Lang Hua walked alone in the darkness all night, and finally reached the woods at the foot of the mountain before dawn.

There is a military tent there, which was a temporary sentry post set up by the rebels before the war.

Lang Hua is very happy to have finally reached this point. Even now that he has entered the fifth level, he is still an ordinary person who needs to rest.

What makes Lang Hua even happier is that there are no comrades from the previous life here.

Otherwise, he really doesn't know whether to continue fighting.

After clearing his dry throat, Lang Hua was about to walk over.

Suddenly the door of the tent opened, and a man walked out wearing glasses and a shirt, looking like a programmer.

Lang Hua's eyes widened when he saw it, and he blurted out vulgar words.

"Gan, Zhang Cheng?"

A person who shouldn't be here looks like Zhang Cheng and wears the same clothes as Zhang Cheng.

Even the evolutionary ability is the same as Zhang Cheng's second-order peak quantum deduction, with no combat power at all.

Lang Hua tied him up without much effort. The other person was tied up like a hairy crab on a seafood stall.

Fake Zhang Cheng glared at Lang Hua as if he were an enemy, obviously not knowing him.

If the other party is unkind, Lang Hua cannot be unjust.

Even if the Zhang Cheng in front of him was made by squeezing his face like a clay figure in an illusion, Lang Hua would not have the heart to kill him.

After all, he still doesn't understand the triggering mechanism here.

Maybe instead of annihilating all the creatures in front of you, why not avoid being annihilated yourself?

Or maybe as long as you rush to a new place without stopping, everything will change.

Lang Hua finally decided to wait and see if trouble would come to his door on its own if he did nothing.

He spent three whole days with the fake Zhang Cheng, whose eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. During this period, in addition to eating, drinking and sleeping, he also fed and watered the fake Zhang Cheng, and then watched the fake Zhang Cheng refuse to sleep.

By the morning of the fourth day, he decided not to wait any longer.

The space here is wider than he imagined, and he must seize the time to visit more places.

Before leaving, Lang Hua revealed his true feelings: "I'm sorry, brother, it's not my fault that we didn't succeed, it's just that you two are not enlightened."

But the other party still stared at Lang Hua without saying anything.

Oh, by the way, my mouth is blocked, so I have to speak. I made a mistake, I'm sorry.

Lang Hua slapped his head, hurriedly took out the gag material and threw it away, and then left the place in a hurry.

The day after leaving Linbian Outpost, Lang Hua was blocked by several people on the river bank.

The figure opposite was strange yet familiar to him:

Hou Shan, the "King of War" with super endurance;

A killer who is good at using the Eight-Zhan Sword and has the ability to teleport.

Jialan, the fighter known as the "Protection of the Beast God" and known as the "King of Beasts";

There are also legends in the world about Bai Feng, the sword god who is upright and good at eliminating violence, but at this time, he is aiming his sharp blade at Lang Hua.

All of them are high-level ability users with names in their previous lives.

All of them are at their peak combat power!

Sixth level, seventh level... The last one won't be the eighth level, right?

Some of them, because Lang Hua had no experience with them, simply created characters based on the people with the strongest abilities in his imagination.

Let Lang Hua shout "cheating".

It seems that even a reborn person with a bug like him cannot escape the prism platform's detection.

The other party can call the characters in his past life memory, which is the best proof.

But right now Lang Hua doesn't want to think about it so much.

The most important thing now is to escape.

At least half of the prism space is still unexplored. If you die here, wouldn't your trip be in vain?

Mad, try your best.

However, the reality is cruel.

Although Lang Hua tried his best, he was still beaten to the ground.

After all, it is only the second year of the end of the world, and he, Lang Hua, is not a god.

No one can beat these top masters ten years after the end of the world!

It’s great that he can escape!

Of the thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy.

Brother Shan, when it comes to teaching people how to survive, you have to be the one!

In a short period of time, Lang Hua had already used the air blade ten times, and five times without any blood, the crystal energy in his body was almost exhausted.

If he hadn't stolen more than a dozen charging potions from Chen Xinyan before leaving, Lang Hua would definitely not be able to hold on now.

Even so, he was at the end of his rope.

He had thought of using "transfer" and "crystal core field", but after much thought he persisted.

Finally, Lang Hua found an opportunity to throw a dozen black ink pellets.

The sword god Bai Feng was the fastest and smashed these "hidden weapons" first.

Unexpectedly, the ink pill exploded directly and turned into thick black smoke.

Lang Hua took this opportunity to use Replica-Phantom to escape decisively.

After running frantically for ten kilometers, he found a hiding place.

"Fortunately, I shot a smelly octopus before."

Yes, these ink pellets were made by him using the ink sacs he obtained from the giant octopus before.

If it weren't for the ink-colored smoke and dust that filled the air after the ink pill was crushed, which greatly disrupted the opponent's sight, Lang Hua wouldn't have been able to escape so smoothly.

Leaning against the slippery stone wall, Lang Hua panted heavily.

Thinking of what he had experienced in the past two days, he felt extremely aggrieved.

Fortunately, he had already escaped. If the worst happened, he would just run away if the situation went wrong.

"There won't be anyone else coming this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, several figures appeared outside the cave entrance.

Lang Hua's face suddenly turned dark.

There is only one exit here!

Without a second thought, he ran out of the cave to escape.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out of the cave, a force of gravity was exerted on Lang Hua's body.

He hit the ground like a weight.

Lang Hua exclaimed: "Gravity field!"

This was his specialty in his previous life, how could he not feel familiar with it.

When he raised his head again, he saw three young men surrounding him from all directions.

Although some of the clothes are military uniforms and some are regular clothes, they look exactly like him.

Exactly the same face, with a calm face and eyes full of murderous intent.

"Hi guys."

The embarrassed Zhenlanghua lay on the ground and laughed dryly.

"What a coincidence, my name is also Lang Hua..."

"ah--"

With a scream, Lang Hua woke up on the test bed.

He broke out in a cold sweat and cursed as soon as he sat up.

"One who rides on a horse."

At this time, Zhang Cheng was standing by.

He asked: "What's wrong?"

Unexpectedly, Lang Hua said angrily: "I didn't say anything about you."

Suddenly, Lang Hua changed his mind again: "No, that includes you."

He even looked at himself reflected in the machine's surface and said angrily: "Why don't I give it back to him, Gan!"

"Ah?" This time it was Zhang Cheng's turn to be confused.