Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

But can I dream when I don’t even have a brain?

but···

Why did it disappear?

Looking at Zhou Li, who frowned and stamped his feet, Jeanne, who was stepping on clean stones, was still a little confused. It was like she was seeing the blood and flesh of the dead for the first time, and her brain gradually stopped thinking.

"Is there anyone else alive?"

Zhou Li looked at Jeanne and asked, "Or, can you contact Arthur?"

Zhou Li had just tried it, and he was able to summon the Lightning Mouse, but not Arthur. He was beginning to miss this clueless little girl. At least she was really easy to use.

"Everyone alive in this world is dead."

Even after Zhou Li removed the restrictions, Joan of Arc still looked like a puzzler. Perhaps it was a habit that had become second nature, and she couldn't change it any time soon. "Arthur was once my partner, but she felt that relying solely on the fire of our heads wouldn't be enough to sustain this world, so she wandered the world, trying to find a way to the outside world."

"She succeeded."

Zhou Li said seriously: "She found me."

Joan of Arc was speechless. She was trying to think about what had just happened, but after less than a few seconds, her head started to hurt again.

No more thinking.

"She...succeeded?"

Jeanne hesitated briefly and asked, "Is there a way for the outside world to end this world?"

Zhou Li was confused. "No, do you want the world to be destroyed or do you want someone to save it? I'm a little confused."

"The world has lost its head."

With a light sigh, Jeanne said slowly, "A headless giant can only allow flesh and blood to grow. Even if the world is saved one day and the flesh and blood disappear, the giant will collapse. When that happens, the collapse of the giant will probably bring about an even more terrible disaster."

"We hold the giant up to prevent flesh and blood from completely taking over his body. But if we save the giant, he will surely fall without his head, and everything will be destroyed."

"So, the only thing we can think of is a way to completely destroy this world."

After hearing Joan of Arc's words, Zhou Li and Victor fell silent.

They have been thinking about it from the beginning.

Just like a computer that has already calculated the result, after knowing the final answer, these saints want neither salvation nor corruption, but a way to completely destroy the world.

They don't want their world to affect other worlds.

"Hey."

Zhou Li suddenly thought of something, scratched his face, and asked, "Do you have any history? I mean, do you have any history books from the past, the kind with detailed records?"

"Have."

Nodding, Joan of Arc whispered, "In the great library of Victoria, there is a record of the history of this world."

Victor on the side looked at Zhou Li blankly.

Zhou Li shrugged.

"Please lead the way."

Zhou Li said to Jeanne, "I'm going to the library to study."

"This is the first time you've been to the library in all the years you've been at school."

Victor even forgot that this world also had Victoria's shock, and instead was shocked that Zhou Li was going to study, "What are you going to do?"

"Read a book."

Zhou Li said in a deep voice: "I suspect that this world is a giant pubic hair targeting me."

"?"

Victor was stunned.

This mountain is called Broken Mountain and is the so-called "safe zone".

According to Joan of Arc's description, about one-tenth of this world is a safe zone where flesh and blood cannot stay. Of course, if they sense the presence of humans and determine that there are humans here, they can enter the safe zone and eat the people they sense.

The giant face of flesh and blood had entered the cave after hearing what Zhou Li and the others had said. According to Jeanne's experience, as long as the giant face of flesh and blood remained silent and made no sound after entering a safe area, it would have no choice but to leave if its source could not be confirmed.

At this time, Joan of Arc began to wonder where the giant face of flesh and blood had gone.

Did He travel through time?

Following Joan of Arc's footsteps, Zhou Li and Victor also left the broken mountain.

At the entrance to the cave at the foot of the mountain, Joan of Arc's firelight paused solemnly. She turned and said solemnly to Victor and Zhou Li, who were wiping their necks, "Next, we will enter the River of Life and Death. This river is filled with miasma and is extremely poisonous. There are bubbles within it for us to breathe, but to defeat the fish monsters guarding the bubbles, we..."

Two minutes later, Joan of Arc, who was surfing in the river of life and death on the backs of a dozen fish monsters, was a little dazed.

"What the hell, why is it bumpy?"

Zhou Li stepped hard on the back of a fish monster, spinning two bubbles in his hands and shouting angrily, "Isn't the fish lane spacious? Drive to the main road."

After crushing a dozen fish monsters, they became obedient.

I'm already honest, please let me go.

After realizing that if they disobeyed this person, they would become bone meal-ripened plants, these bone fish monsters directly chose to serve as surfboards for Zhou Li. Victor didn't feel anything about this, having become accustomed to these classic operations.

Joan of Arc wasn't used to it.

Joan of Arc simply couldn't get used to it. She really couldn't accept that these monsters who had killed countless lives and whose only instinct was killing were crawling so obediently and becoming their surfboards.

No, don’t they have no emotions?

Why can bony fish pee when scared?

Joan of Arc felt a little bewildered at this moment. According to the original setting, she was the "Guide", responsible for guiding the outsiders to destroy this world. She would guide them to defeat powerful enemies, walk on the right path, and become a Fire Runner in the Ring of Skyfire.

What good am I, man?

Zhou Li had no intention of taking the most correct path. He had never thought about entering the Road of Pain, defeating the Skeleton Evil Spirit, obtaining the Boundary Ring, and entering the Ascension Area.

He came straight to surfing.

This river of death and life should be when they reach the level of "Fire Taker", receive the blessing of the Lord of Life and Death, and enter the depths of the river.

He came straight to surfing.

Zhou Li controlled the fish monsters. He liked retro styles and used the group of fish monsters to make an S and then an M.

?

Victor on the side wanted to say something but stopped himself, but after thinking about it, he felt that Joan of Arc would not be able to see it.

This world is already very S.

While surfing at high speed, Zhou Li also began to think about this "accident".

What a coincidence.

Everything happened so suddenly. At this point, I had just found Arthur, and Lillian suddenly wanted to visit the mirror spirit world. I had originally imagined the world of the lightning mouse, and then I ended up here.

Wait a moment.

Suddenly, Zhou Li raised his head abruptly, his face showing a look of surprise.

It can't really be her.

Chapter 252 I Forgot to Post, What Am I (Two in One)

"is it here?"

Just like the general, please take this path, Zhou Li, who was riding the fish surfboard, turned around and pointed to a winding path not far away and asked Joan of Arc.

"Ah...ah."

Joan of Arc, who had just come to her senses, nodded blankly at the flaming head. After a brief silence, she said, "Yes, it's here, the Foolish King's Path. This road leads directly to the Victoria Library. It's... it's... it leads directly."

Because of some problems in this world, such as the invasion of flesh and blood, the relics of previous generations and so on, all the roads are connected in all directions. It is like all the roads in the 360-mile world are blocked. The road on the left may lead underground, and the underground road goes up one level and directly reaches the third underground level.

Don't ask, this is the unique road rule of our Soul...Empty Skull world. Don't play if you don't like it.

The world of empty heads.

Zhou Li felt a chill run down his neck at the mere thought of the name. He had barely come to terms with the fact that he was standing on the body of a giant, and that this headless giant was still alive, just not quite alive.

According to Victor's calculations, igniting flames equals blood circulation, losing heads equals giant resonance, and flesh monsters equal cancer cells. Jeanne and the others chose to abandon their heads, assimilating them to the giant, making it appear alive, thus preventing it from collapsing. Furthermore, the constant secretion of flesh from these cancerous flesh monsters actually kept the giant in a state of near-death.

There is a kind of beauty that relies on high blood pressure to stimulate blood flow to prevent fat blockage, but also has fat to ensure that blood vessels do not explode.

If the pathological changes are balanced, then anyone who is healthy will die.

The Fool King's Path led directly to the Victoria Library, one of the few direct routes. If Joan of Arc had followed her original plan, Zhou Li and the others would have needed to navigate four zones, defeat sixteen different enemies, solve six puzzles, and finally reach the library's back door and perform a jump slash.

it's good now.

Arrived at the door.

There aren't many monsters on the Path of the Crazy King, or rather, Jeanne had that hallucination again.

It felt like there was a monster ahead, but after taking two steps, there was no monster in front. Apart from some traces of flesh and blood, there was nothing else, as if everything was peaceful.

Am I hallucinating again?

Looking at Zhou Li who was humming "Jumping Off the Building" beside her, Joan of Arc's flame began to flicker with a confused light.

Am I dreaming?

How can I dream when I don’t even have a head?

The path was quickly cleared. After going down a tunnel, climbing a staircase and playing a jumping amusement park, Mr. Hunwu finally arrived at the Victoria Library.

The huge dome drooped like the bent back of an old man in his twilight years, and the shadows settled like thick ink. The outlines of layers of bookshelves were stacked and extended endlessly, like an array of cold and stiff skeletons of a giant.

This behemoth, less a temple of knowledge than a vast mausoleum of books and steel, is the place where the splendor of what Joan of Arc once called the Golden Age solidified, distorted, and sank into eternal twilight.

"Is this the Great Victoria Library?"

Zhou Li looked at the building, his thoughts a bit strange for a moment. Victor, standing beside him, frowned, his eyes filled with astonishment and contemplation.

"Yes."

Lighting the flame, Joan of Arc whispered, "This is the only remaining temple of intellect under the glory of the Golden Rule."