The player is playing like a god, but their cheat code is Aatrox.

Chapter 168

The dark purple halos in his consciousness space began to slowly rotate, their speed increasing, surging towards his body from all directions like a tide.

Zhao Xin felt his consciousness being enveloped layer by layer, as if someone was gently pressing him into a warm, deep sea.

There was no pain, no tearing, not even the frenzied shock of Aatrox's possession.

His last thought was that someone whispered something very softly in his ear:

"Thanks."

Zhao Xin smiled.

His smile was faint, the corners of his mouth just slightly upturned, carrying a hint of the roguishness he usually displayed when bragging to his buddies, and a sense of relief that even he couldn't quite explain.

He wanted to say, "Don't mention it, just remember to give me back my body."

I also wanted to say, "Please keep that cool gun for me."

There's also the line, "Tell my brothers that Brother Xin isn't a coward; Brother Xin is going to save the world."

But before he could say these words, his consciousness sank completely into that warm, deep sea.

Outside, in the crater.

Zhao Xin stood in the very center of the crater, his eyes closed, a smile on his face.

But his body is undergoing dramatic changes at a visible speed.

A grey, ascended divine body began to spread outwards from his chest, with gilded holy light patterns and dark purple void rifts intertwining and creeping up his skin.

Snow-white long hair grew out inch by inch from the roots, and the third eye on her forehead slowly opened.

In just a few seconds, his demeanor transformed from that of a carefree soldier to that of an ancient war god, half-saint and half-demon.

Meanwhile, on the other side of this desolate planet.

Ge Xiaolun walked alone at the bottom of a dry canyon, the rock walls on both sides riddled with wind-eroded holes.

The crimson sand drifted slowly in the thin air, like an endless rusty rain.

He was looking for a water source

The spaceship's water reserves have been mostly used up.

The hot spring that Liu Chuang discovered had too high a sulfur content to be drunk directly, and a freshwater source needed to be found to sustain him until the next leg of the voyage.

Just then, his foot kicked something hard.

It was a greatsword, its blade embedded in the rock at the bottom of the canyon, with only the hilt and a small section of the spine visible.

The blade was covered with writhing eye patterns of the Darkin, and dark red blood flames flowed along its body.

Ge Xiaolun crouched down, brushed away the sand with his hand, revealing the greatsword underneath.

The moment he touched the hilt, a massive surge of Darkin power erupted from the blade, traveling up his arm and crashing into the depths of his consciousness.

Ge Xiaolun felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, and he was pulled into a completely unfamiliar space.

At the same time, Cheng Yaowen discovered an underground cave at the end of the plain that appeared to contain fresh water.

He crouched at the cave entrance, intending to use the power of the earth to explore the depth of the cave, when he caught a glimpse of a long spear stuck in the ground beside the cave.

The spearhead was inlaid with dark blood crystals, and the shaft was wrapped with a retractable crimson chain.

Cheng Yaowen hesitated for a moment, then reached out and grasped the gun handle, intending to pull it out.

The instant he touched the gun handle, his consciousness was pulled into another space by a sudden force.

On the other side, Liu Chuang, who was rummaging through the rubble for fuel, suddenly paused.

He straightened up, raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, and a trace of inexplicable anxiety appeared on his rugged face.

"I have this bad feeling about this..."

He muttered to himself, subconsciously tightening his grip on the god-slaying axe on his back.

He glanced back at the campsite; the smoke from the campfire was still rising, and everything seemed normal.

So he shook his head, assuming he was overthinking it, and continued searching.

Crater.

Aheng opened his eyes and saw light for the first time in a long time.

The planet's crimson sky hung low overhead, its thin clouds torn into fragments by the wind.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps, illuminating his skin, which was covered with gilded patterns and void cracks.

The feeling of being alive, the feeling of having a body again, finally feeling the wind on my face again after sleeping in darkness for so long.

All of this should have brought him a moment of comfort.

However, in the next instant, his senses suddenly tightened.

Two streams of Darkin energy were rising from different directions on the planet, like two dark plumes of smoke piercing the sky.

They were too close to be a coincidence.

"They arrived so quickly...?"

Aheng whispered, his third eye between his brows slightly opening, the vertical pupil, interwoven with holy light and the void, turning towards the direction of the two auras.

Yaheng raised his hand and beckoned. The crescent-shaped longsword on the ground sensed the summons, and the sun pattern on the blade suddenly lit up, transforming into a stream of light that flew into his palm.

Aheng sped toward the center of the two auras.

The silver-gray ascended divine body left a straight trail of light under the crimson sky, and the tail flames intertwined with holy light and void tore the clouds in the middle along the way.

He knew very well that not only did he sense the other person, but the other person must have sensed him as well.

Just like wild animals smell blood

The Darkin's 'scent' was far too obvious to the Darkin.

Three streaks of light rose simultaneously from three directions on this desolate planet, tracing three distinct paths against the crimson sky.

The three tracks abruptly stopped in the sky above the very center of the volcanic plain.

The crimson dust was whipped up by the shockwave, forming a continuously expanding dust ring in the air.

At the center of the dust ring, three figures stood suspended in mid-air, no more than a hundred meters apart.

For an ordinary person, 100 meters might take more than ten seconds to sprint at full speed, but for the Darkborn, that distance is less than a breath away.

Aheng gripped the crescent-shaped longsword with one hand, and the sun-like patterns on the blade suddenly lit up the moment he sensed the presence of the other two Darkin auras.

The crimson flames and dark purple void energy intertwined to form a two-tone flame that slowly spread along the blade.

The two people opposite each other also saw each other clearly at the same time.

The one on the left is dressed in crimson and black Darkin armor, wielding a heavy greatsword that matches his size, with dark red patterns on the blade pulsating like veins.

The one on the right was also clad in blood-red armor, wielding a three-edged spear whose tip trembled slightly in the air.

Unlike Aheng's complete possession, Ge Xiaolun and Cheng Yaowen were more like they were deeply corrupted by the power of the Dark Ones.

The obsession in one's heart is magnified infinitely, and one's original personality is stripped away layer by layer, becoming indifferent, cruel, and extreme.

Even so, the two still retained a last shred of principle.

Their gazes met in mid-air, their eyes simultaneously revealing an extremely complex expression.

They clearly recognized the other person.

I never expected we would meet again in this way;

Unexpectedly, both of them were infected by the Darkin.

After a brief silence, the two of them turned their gazes to Aheng across from them.

This Darkborn is very powerful.

And for some reason, they could always sense an extremely familiar aura emanating from each other...

But, it is obvious

Aheng believes the two are 'former comrades' who have lost their minds.

Ge Xiaolun and Cheng Yaowen believe that Yaheng is a Darkborn who has lost his mind in his memories.

A major war is inevitable...