The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

As Qian Hua looked at the clone beside him, materialized from the source weapon, the corners of his mouth widened into an even wider smile.

The next second, the clone's attribute panel popped up in front of him in a very clear way.

【Three Stones in One Form】

[Combat Rating: S+]

Combat Power: 324810

[Power: Lies]

Qian Hua was deeply shaken.

Even the most core supernatural authority, "lies," was copied pixel by pixel.

Moreover, what pleased him most was that the combat level and combat power of this clone had been greatly improved.

"Complete replication" refers to a complete replication of abilities, not combat power.

The strength of a clone's combat power is determined by the original soldier itself.

The original three stones were only a quasi-king.

However, with the +10 upgrade applied to this source weapon, it provides more than just a mirror; it provides a massive energy pool with a combat power of up to 320,000.

The +10 enhancement's exclusive effect, "Extreme Mirror Image," instantly boosts all of the clone's base attributes by an additional 20% the moment the copy is completed.

This unreasonable percentage increase is completely linked to the absolute combat power of the source soldier himself, forcibly elevating a quasi-king clone to the terrifying level of an S+ true king.

"What if the radiation range of this source weapon is large enough?"

Qian Hua's mind immediately jumped to the next crazy conjecture.

If on a battlefield, any target entering this area can have a clone of that target created with 20% enhancement, then this disc would be a god-level calamity capable of instantly wiping out an army of monsters.

Without hesitation, he began to act, forcibly issuing a multi-threaded group replication command to the disc through the mental connection.

"Buzz!"

A sharp, intense pain shot through the depths of my brain, as if a steel nail had been driven into it, and an extremely dangerous cutting sound emanated from inside the disc.

Qian Hua swayed slightly, and the blue light in his eyes dimmed a little.

He quickly disconnected.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

Limits still exist; replicating a True King-level clone that surpasses the limits of the original body is already the current limit of this Origin Weapon.

He couldn't do what he imagined—make every target that entered the range a clone of the other party.

The broadband of a one-way street cannot accommodate a traffic flow of tens of millions of vehicles.

"What a pity."

Qian Hua narrowed his eyes slightly, mentally assessing the situation: "But it's acceptable. Who can defeat a clone that surpasses them in every way?"

He looked up at the experimental subjects opposite him.

San Shi, standing opposite, no longer had the strength to even stand.

The terrifying pressure emanating from the clone, belonging to a true king-level expert, acted upon him without reservation.

He felt every bone in his body groaning, his proud authority over "lies" stripped of even the right to operate in the face of absolute power.

This is a completely one-sided execution.

San Shi's knees buckled, and he could no longer withstand the overwhelming pressure that transcended class boundaries, so he knelt heavily on the ground.

His knee smashed the bluestone bricks on the ground, creating radial cracks.

He raised his face, covered in sweat, and looked at Qian Hua, and also at the "self" who could crush him with a single finger at any moment.

"Master..." San Shi said bitterly, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.

"Why don't you just kill me? That would be quicker and more painless."

Qian Hua looked down at him and said speechlessly, "You can't help at all."

"What a spineless coward."

Raise your hand and sever the mental connection.

"Click."

The azure light dimmed instantly, and the dark gold disc, which had been forcibly upgraded to +10, fell silent again, lying quietly back in his palm.

The clone, radiating the terrifying pressure of a true king, seemed to have its pixels suddenly drained, twisting and dissipating into the air.

The suffocating pressure that had enveloped the courtyard completely dissipated.

"Whoosh—hah—!"

San Shi lay on the ground like a dehydrated fish, panting heavily. His clothes were completely soaked with cold sweat and clung to his body, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.

But he couldn't care less about that right now; he could only be thankful that he could still breathe normally.

He was so close, he felt like he was really going to die here.

Qian Hua didn't waste any words. He turned around, leaving San Shi lying on the ground, and strode into the house.

My brain was in a state of high excitement, so I didn't feel tired.

Now that the excitement had faded, a deep weariness swept over Qian Hua.

"Find a place to stay. You are not allowed to go inside the house or leave the area of ​​this yard."

boom.

The door was closed.

San Shi: "..."

"You're not allowed to go here, you're not allowed to go there, do you really think I'm a dog guarding the compound?"

"What did you say?" Qian Hua's soft exclamation came from inside the house.

San Shi's alarm bells went off instantly: "I mean, Master, please rest assured, as long as I'm alive, I will absolutely not let anyone disturb your rest!"

......

at the same time.

the other side.

The gray area in the spatial passage connecting Blue Star and the Netherworld.

There is no sky or land here.

As far as the eye could see, there were only clumps of thick, grayish-white mist, like mushy mud.

Large and small spatial cracks, like ferocious mouths, appeared and disappeared in the mist, spewing out spatial turbulence powerful enough to instantly grind steel into powder.

Dozens of enormous figures stood motionless and lifeless in this extremely dangerous void.

If the humans of Earth were to witness this scene, they would undoubtedly sound the highest-level doomsday alarm on the spot.

Because anyone standing here, if you pick one at random, is a king-level powerhouse capable of causing upheavals and destroying cities and countries on Earth.

But at this moment, these top predators who had been running rampant in the Netherworld looked like a group of desperate outlaws who had been defeated and driven into a dead end, with many of them still covered in blood that hadn't dried.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it felt like water was about to freeze.

At the back of the line, a giant monster covered in purplish-black barbs was digging its fingers into its palm.

Because of excessive force, the sharp nails even pierced the scales, and black blood dripped from between the fingers into the gray mist.

He was trembling.

That battle was too brutal.

He screamed wildly in his mind, his eyes bloodshot.

That wasn't a crushing victory at all; it was a one-sided massacre!

Five King-level!

Five king-level powerhouses who were on par with him were left forever on that barren land on Blue Star that he originally looked down upon!

Some had their skulls blown off, while others were drained of their life force, and not even a complete corpse could be salvaged.

Even when the Netherworld and the Primordial Ancestral Heaven were at the height of their full-scale war, such a situation was extremely rare!