Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

The surrounding environment became increasingly eerie. The light emitted by the lamps was dark red, making the surroundings look bloody. The lamppost was not an ordinary thing either, but a battery-powered man standing upright. His head had been completely broken apart, and a red light bulb had replaced the original head. The broken pieces were like an asteroid belt surrounding the head.

There are more than one such evil things. It may be a problem when these underground facilities were built in the beginning. A large number of yellow portals were installed between the underground facilities, allowing Fang Qingyun to shuttle back and forth between the portals. Although Fang Qingyun can break through the walls with his strength, it is not easy to open a correct path.

What's more, the energy source of the entire dungeon is here. If some powerful equipment is penetrated, the entire dungeon will be without power. At that time, the creatures that suddenly lose electricity will experience all kinds of painful emotions, which is tantamount to opening the door to the masses.

If the monsters in the front were mostly chaotic flesh and blood creatures, then the monsters in the back were both evil and divine. A large number of battery people were transformed into white humanoid believers of the Pure, sacrificing themselves to produce various monsters.

There were monsters floating in the air, two stories high, and when they spread their wings they looked as white as angels with only skeletons left. Fang Qingyun's only response to them was to cut them in half with one sword.

The huge human figure was five stories high, so high that Fang Qingyun had to look up to see it. It looked like a "person" who had experienced painful experiences. The lower body was skinned to reveal the red muscles, and then dozens of legs were pressed on it. Then the entire upper body was torn off and installed upside down, and dozens of arms waving wildly were pressed on the chest, and finally a tongue that could extend a hundred meters was pressed on it.

Although it was a little troublesome to deal with, Fang Qingyun stretched the sword energy of the holy sword and cut the huge monster into two parts with a vertical cut like cutting a sausage. The flesh and blood were connected where the sharp holy sword passed, and it was not until it was stretched to the limit that it reluctantly broke away.

Chapter 255: Getting your hands dirty is a virtue

While Fang Qingyun was chopping the monster with all his might, he was chatting with Ximi and Ju'er on the other end of the line: "By the way, do you believe what I say so much? Although I know you believe me, but..."

Fang Qingyun's expression was a bit conflicted. He had prepared a lot of long speeches to convince everyone, but in the end, everyone just asked two questions and tacitly agreed with everything he said. This made him feel like he was punching cotton: "You just trust me so much, I'm a little worried that you might be deceived in the future... Not everyone is like me."

"So, apprentice, you are still an apprentice after all." Ximi's proud voice made Fang Qingyun imagine her proud face: "How long have you lived in total? Can you live as long as those of us who sleep for hundreds of years? We can only judge the credibility of your words in the shortest time. As long as you live to my age, you will naturally master this skill."

"That is to say... uh, is there a possibility that I have actually lived longer than all of you combined? It's just that people of my race don't look old?" Fang Qingyun knew that he was far younger than Ximi. Ximi had at least entered society, and he even traveled through time during college. Including the time he traveled through three worlds, he is probably not even 25 years old now. This age is indeed a bit young.

"...Really?" Now it was Ximi's turn to doubt life. Could it be that the apprentice really lived longer than all of us?

"You still say you won't be scammed?" Fang Qingyun sneered at Ximi's promise that he would not be scammed: "What if someone approaches you just to deceive you? Although I won't do such a thing, I always tell the truth to my own people... I guess, with your mentality, it's easy to run into those who come to cheat you and then leave."

Fang Qingyun originally thought that he could confidently speak out his way of dealing with things, but he was not sure if he would tell the truth to others if something particularly hurtful happened in the future? Faced with such a situation where human power was limited, could he stick to his original intention?

Ju'er, who was standing next to her, had a strange look in her eyes after hearing what he said. She agreed very much with Fang Qingyun's words. Ximi was such a simple person. Once she fell in love with someone, she would be easily deceived by the so-called "own people". This was why Ju'er had always played the role of Ximi's mother, always worrying that her best friend would be deceived.

Ximi is the type of person who, if you get along with her for a long time, will lie to you three times with the same excuse when you ask her to borrow money and then run away... She seems very smart on weekdays, but once she is cheated, she doesn't even realize that she has been cheated. In the final analysis, she is too kind.

"Don't you think... among all of us, you are the only apprentice who meets this characteristic?" Ju'er turned the tables, which shattered Fang Qingyun's thoughts. He didn't know how to respond for a moment, and after hesitating for a long time, he pretended to have suddenly realized something: "I really want to refute it, but what you said really makes sense!"

"Okay then." Ximi was very happy that Fang Qingyun thought about her. She joked, "I don't believe what you said now, so please show me the evidence."

"Okay," Fang Qingyun replied. He flicked some blood before putting away his sword. The blood made a clicking sound when it hit the ground. It was like a switch was turned on. The monster several stories high in front of him broke into pieces. The aftermath of its fall to the ground stirred up a large amount of dust. This place had not been cleaned for too long, so it naturally became like this: "You better be careful, don't let your worldview explode."

"I'm all ears," Ju'er said with her hands on her hips.

Naike next to him also complained: "The machine doesn't think anything can make me, who can run ten cities, crash. The intelligent brain is not a fragile organism."

"Really?" Fang Qingyun asked meaningfully. His gentle and confident tone made everyone lose confidence. "Then I'll reveal a big news first. If the plot doesn't change, continue exploring, and you should be able to see the supporting evidence."

Khamul stroked his chin and fell into deep thought. Something that could shatter everyone's worldview... and could also cause Naike, a super-intelligent computer, to crash... the scope of this was not very large.

"Hurry up and cut the melon, we have nothing to do here anyway." Ximi looked like he was eager to watch the fun. Watermelon, who didn't understand what "cut the melon" meant, thought Ximi really wanted to eat the melon, so he quickly selected volunteers. During the scramble, a guy who thought his melon was the sweetest and the biggest won the prize. He came to Ximi with a knife, then went back in a daze when Ximi patted him on the head.

"So... the origin of that huge disaster was here." Fang Qingyun said something nonsense first, which disappointed everyone. Naike even deliberately played an old TV series and complained about Fang Qingyun with the original voice of a protagonist in the TV series. Fang Qingyun was not angry, but continued to reveal: "And the first believer of Pu Cui, or the first self-sacrificer, was Zhuo Ping, one of the four executive officers. If I remember correctly, he should be the one in charge of building the underground city, right?"

This sentence shocked everyone like thunder. Naike, who was always calm and composed, spoke in an urgent tone for the first time: "Impossible, the machine refuses to execute the write command"

"Zhuoping is actually the same as Khamur, both are people with strong empathy, but Khamur had Ximi by his side to heal him, and I did not pull Zhuoping out of his self-destruction at that time." Fang Qingyun was not talking nonsense, the owner of this body was actually one of the four archons, although he did not make as great contributions as the other three archons, but he successfully became an archon by relying on his father.

After all, his father is the president of the Supreme Union, which means he is the local emperor of the entire underground city. Isn't it too easy for him to give his son the position of consul?

Compared to Khamul installing guns on drones, Zhuo Ping is under even greater pressure. Due to the particularity of the soul-extracting machine, he must capture people everywhere to maintain the operation of this demon engine, and they must be natural persons who are born and grow up to be normal people. No soulless artificial person can be used as a substitute.

Seeing their own kind endure unbearable pain, people with strong empathy will naturally torture themselves to madness, and Zhuo Ping at least endured it for a while, but when he could no longer bear it, he encountered Pu Cui's deception and became Pu Cui's pawn.

Fang Qingyun didn't think highly of Zhuo Ping. He was talented, but he had too much empathy and was not suitable for a position that was more "dark". If you let him be a publicity ambassador, he would definitely do a better job than anyone else.

Just like the name of the Holy Sword represents, these are necessary evils. Fang Qingyun cannot insult Zhuo Ping for what he did. He is indeed a good man, but not a good man who dares to get his hands dirty.

But this is much better than some so-called saints in society. Zhuo Ping at least did it, instead of standing by with his hands in his pockets pretending to be dead like some people. Fang Qingyun believes that he has the courage to bear it all, but if he really encounters it, he may be worse than Zhuo Ping sooner.

Listening to Fang Qingyun recounting Zhuoping's experience as if he were telling a story, everyone felt the same way. Khamur, who had similar experiences, felt it even more deeply. If Zhuoping had a friend named Ximi, then the outbreak point of the disaster at Pucci might have been at Khamur's workstation.

"Very interesting, isn't it?" Fang Qingyun shrugged. He became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and even felt a similar sense of empathy. This was the problem with him being sincere only to his own people. He used to be sincere to everyone until he found out that everyone was playing tricks on him: "This world is so fucked up. Society will always reach out a big hand and shape everyone into what they need to be. It doesn't care what you are originally like."

"..." Naike fell silent, and Fang Qingyun heard a buzzing sound. It seemed that the fan's heat dissipation could not keep up with the heat generated by Naike's CPU during high-speed operation. Amid everyone's exclamations, Naike maintained such a high-speed operation and soon stopped, making everyone worry that Naike's CPU was burned out.

"…The record has been written into the notebook, but the body still needs more evidence." Naike was silent for a moment. Although she could not find any loopholes in the testimony and the analysis was consistent with Zhuo Ping's personality modeling, she still found it difficult to believe, or was unwilling to believe, Fang Qingyun's prediction.

"It's okay," Fang Qingyun said to comfort her casually, "Maybe in this world line, it's not Zhuo Ping who becomes the greatest demon under Pu Cui, but someone else?"

Fang Qingyun jumped over a group of raised red spikes. The wriggling red spikes were arranged neatly like fish bones, appearing to be playing. After Fang Qingyun jumped over them, some of the spikes still wanted to reach Fang Qingyun's ankles, but he avoided them all.

The surrounding environment gradually changed from the original black and red stone walls to modern style decorations, but it was also mixed with a large amount of flesh and blood decorations. Although the original modern style could still be seen, it was not as disgusting as the feeling of entering the giant beast's stomach before, but the blood flowing everywhere still made Fang Qingyun have some doubts.

How can so much blood flow for such a long time instead of turning black and solidifying?

Although Fang Qingyun's hell also looks like this, Fang Qingyun has already begun to reform hell. The zoning, coupled with the improvement and convergence in appearance, has made those flesh and blood technologies a little friendlier to a certain extent. The original world-destroying demon army has become the current black army. Although it is still terrifying, it is not so terrifying that everyone will want to kill it.

"This is the monitoring room." Naike recognized the function of this area through its structure. All the buildings of the Supreme Union are unified, so even if there are huge casualties, there will not be too much time for adjustment when transferring people from other places.

Everyone can see everything Fang Qingyun sees through his vocal cords' perspective. When he saw the video of two people, one tall and one short, that seemed to be deliberately shown on the display screen for everyone to see, he licked his lips and said, "It seems that those are not prophecies, but facts..."

Chapter 256: The cake is a lie!

After watching the first video intermittently, everyone had a preliminary understanding of Zhuo Ping's personality. However, unlike what Fang Qingyun had imagined, not everyone had a good opinion of Zhuo Ping.

"I think what the little boy said is right." Ju'er crossed her arms. She had a very bad impression of Zhuo Ping. "The governor named Zhuo Ping has been reflecting on himself and describing the evil of those actions. But in the final analysis, it is really hypocritical for him to say this when he has done nothing."

"Although I really want to jump out of my own subjective thinking and analyze him from an objective perspective," Khamur's bones creaked, "but it is still difficult for me to guarantee the objectivity of my evaluation of him. As a consul, he did a very poor job."

"The body is adding arrangements for psychological counseling to the memorandum to prevent possible collapse of the Archon in the future." Naike seemed to have accepted the fact that Zhuoping was holding humanity back, and now began to look for possible solutions in the future.

"From my perspective as someone who has not experienced the pain firsthand," Fang Qingyun tried to smooth things over. He did not want to be the one who argued against everyone's opinions, so he first gave his own statement a one-sided label: "Zhuo Ping's behavior is understandable, but his crime is unforgivable."

Ximi touched her chin, and stars with rainbow tails popped out from her head: "Actually, I agree with what the little boy said. If you are in a bad mood and facing an unacceptable reality, you can go eat something to relieve it. Otherwise, those descriptions that look like a show are no different from shirking responsibility."

"By the way," Fang Qingyun revealed a secret: "Look carefully at the clothes on that little boy, and then look at mine. Do they look familiar?"

Everyone looked at the little boy's blue shirt, which was almost identical to the one Fang Qingyun had discarded. Yating, who had read a lot of time-travel novels, asked, "So, is this your soul or your body?"

Ju'er next to him had an expression of disbelief. She pointed at the boy in the video who was shorter than the tall and thin Zhuo Ping and estimated to be about 1.6 meters tall. She then gestured at Fang Qingyun's 1.8 meters tall and muscular body: "You want to say you are him?"

"Theoretically, this body and the little boy's body should be the same, but it is not clear whether the memory is blocked." Fang Qingyun proposed a very interesting hypothesis: "Maybe my existence is just an illusion. There is no such thing as a passer-by traveling through the world. It is just a dying fantasy of a little boy."

"Don't be so pessimistic," Zhiwei comforted in a muffled voice, "If we continue to talk about the principle of dimensional disturbance that was just like putting a box in it, there will be no end to it."

"No, I'm really not sure about this." Fang Qingyun was not joking: "Logically speaking, the thread of the whole world should be that the little boy sacrifices his own existence and summons the upper-level narrator 'player' to participate in this world, thereby saving the world. As a price, all the boy's thoughts and other people's memories of him will completely disappear..."

"But Naike recognized you at the beginning." As expected of the wise man Khamul, he immediately noticed this key information: "Then everything about the sacrifice may not exist..."

"Let's continue watching. If I remember correctly, there should be more than just this video." Fang Qingyun continued to walk back holding the holy sword. Now the holy sword in his hand changed into the shape of a jungle special combat knife, which made him look like another Rambo with his bare chest, except that he lacked a red belt to tie his head.

Not far from this computer, another computer with the screen on was showing a short conversation between the little boy and Zhuo Ping. The little boy in the conversation was wearing a mask and sunglasses, which made his originally unclear face a little more recognizable.

This video is a debate between the two about the meaning of life. The little boy believes that everything in life may be meaningless, but doing this every day makes it meaningful. By the way, he also praised the beauty of the two proprietresses of the small restaurant where he went to eat. At this time, Zhuo Ping had already shown signs of being bad, and the breath of death revealed in his words made people have to take it seriously.

What is life? Life itself is painful. Humans use the pursuit of love, family affection and other desires as drugs to suppress this pain. In fact, in the final analysis, life is nothing more than a long slow torture.

This view is somewhat extreme. Both the little boy in the video and the people watching the video agree that Zhuo Ping is just torturing himself with the guilt of having blood on his hands. However, the little boy at that time did not know how to comfort Zhuo Ping, and could only vaguely feel that something was wrong with Zhuo Ping's mental state.

"..." Ju'er was silent. She didn't know how to evaluate Zhuo Ping. This was one of the reasons why everyone was silent. She knew that Zhuo Ping had a big problem with his mentality, but the horror she saw now was just the tip of the iceberg of the evil in the entire dungeon. She couldn't guarantee that when faced with such huge malice and evil, she would not think that human society was hopeless.

"Let's go, let's go witness Zhuo Ping's end." Fang Qingyun pushed open the glass door stained with blood and flesh. The dilapidated glass door broke after hitting the wall. The whole glass door tilted and slid down the wall. The glass was shattered by the vibration. Fang Qingyun was unable to stop all this. His mind was now full of thoughts about how to be a tour guide for everyone.

Zhuo Ping's final moments were not played on a surveillance computer screen, and Fang Qingyun was unable to find the video on those computers that were still turned on. He could only stand in front of the large screen prepared by Zhuoping himself, waiting for Zhuoping's own last words.

Soon, after detecting someone approaching, the big screen automatically started the projection function, revealing Zhuo Ping's bloodless face. His hair was dry and stuck to his head like weeds. Combined with his pointed chin, he looked like an upside-down dried mop. "When you see this video, I will no longer be alive."

It’s more than just being gone from this world… Everyone was secretly complaining, the whole world is about to be gone with you…

"I heard the voice of that great being. He emerged from the bottom of my heart, called by my distress." Zhuo Ping, with misty eyes, narrated all this calmly. He was not as fanatical as those believers, but the more fanatical he thought he was rational, the more frightening it made people feel: "He traveled through countless time and space just to free us from suffering..."

"They are indeed liberated," Fang Qingyun complained, "The souls and bodies of everyone are combined in various forms, and it is rare to see even a human-like one."

Several people were amused by Fang Qingyun's complaints, but Zhuo Ping obviously had no response to it. He just said lightly: "Under His power, I briefly traveled to another world, where there was an endless sea and a cloudless sky. I felt the gentle sea breeze blowing on my face. That was a luxury that people of this era could not experience..."

The skinny, blood-red hand that symbolized the power of the Pure One dropped from behind Zhuo Ping and slowly moved toward his forehead, but he didn't seem to notice it, or rather, he was deliberately prepared to accept it all.

"This world is using lies to make everyone accept all of this. I have clearly realized that the future of the entire world has come to an end." The skinny big hand began to stroke Zhuo Ping's forehead. Zhuo Ping's forehead shattered into pieces like a porcelain doll. It was as if a light bulb was installed inside the shattered part, and red light could be seen through the cracks.

"But He came up with an idea. Through a huge spell that only He can cast..." Zhuo Ping's forehead began to crack, which did not cause him the slightest pain. Bloody tentacles drilled out of the cracks and covered his face: "In the first step, He will connect with all the creatures in the dungeon. In the second step, He will shatter time and space, allowing our souls to ascend to another beautiful world."

The blood-red tentacles multiplied rapidly, and soon covered the upper half of Zhuo Ping's face. His mouth barely maintained its original appearance, and he was able to continue his speech: "In order to accomplish all this, I will offer everything I have to Him, and let Him come to this world through my body and bring salvation to the dungeon..."

The blood-red tentacles completely shattered his head, and the unoccupied lower jaw made a hoarse sound, uttering Zhuo Ping's last words: "Farewell everyone, I wish everyone in this world can be happy in the afterlife."

Fang Qingyun had a complicated look in his eyes: "It's a pity that Zhuo Ping is desperate and is trying all kinds of methods. Pu Cui never had the idea of ​​saving the world. His power comes from pain. How can he save the common people and let them live in the beautiful heaven? It's his normal state to just take a wave of faith and leave. The so-called heaven is just a long-term plan to catch a big fish... Don't believe Pu Cui's nonsense, it's pure bluffing."

"No one believes that." Simi shook his head. "I also connected to Puri's so-called thinking network. Combined with his later actions, I can judge that he is a greedy liar. Only people like Khamur who cannot get happiness from fried junk food will be deceived by such ideals."

"...I am dead, burn some paper if you have anything to say." When his pain point was touched again, Khamur stretched out a finger. With his head lowered, he looked like a dead body lying in a grave but still stretching out that stubborn finger.

"Warning, high energy reaction detected." Naike's urgent voice startled everyone.

"It seems that our Archon Zhuoping is extremely dissatisfied with my remarks." Fang Qingyun twisted his neck to stretch his muscles, and remained calm in front of the shaking earth: "...he is going to come over and drag me, the unbeliever, out and execute me."

Chapter 257: If you tease me, I will run away. Come and chase me!

"Zhuo Ping's self has been completely destroyed." Fang Qingyun looked at the huge white object that appeared out of nowhere, and the battery man with his skin and bones shattered kneeling beside him: "The one who appears in front of us now is Pu Cui himself."

"That may not be quite accurate. Primus is a kind of conceptual god, so if he wants to interfere with and connect with the real world, he must go through some medium," Fang Qingyun continued to explain. This setting is very similar to the demons in 40k. Although they are not afraid of life or death, once the channel connecting to reality is cut off, no matter how powerful the demon is, it can only support a short period of time before being exiled.

"So, Zhuo Ping is the medium?" Ximi seemed to understand something.

"That's right," Fang Qingyun affirmed. He tried to walk in other directions, but found himself trapped in a state of being trapped in a maze. No matter which direction he walked, he would eventually get closer to the huge human figure.

"It looks like he is up to no good." Seeing that he could not escape, Fang Qingyun walked towards the giant human-shaped figure with the holy sword in machete form in his hand. With his muscles and exposed upper body, he looked like a butcher slaughtering pigs in the market.

The huge human figure looks like a white corncob, or a faceless giant trapped in a giant white cocoon. The cocoon is peeling off layer by layer like the husk of a corncob, revealing the giant's faceless head. It all looks a bit weird like a cult, but also has a sacred feeling like the crucifixion of Jesus.

"He has been waiting for you here for a long time." After Fang Qingyun approached the giant human figure, it was not the giant who spoke, but the battery-man believers who were bowing and clasping their hands on both sides. The broken parts on their bodies were more serious than before, and their sexless and skinny bodies tried their best to make gestures of praise.

Fang Qingyun did not answer, and the battery man believer on the other side continued: "He knows that you, like Him, are from other places, but He responds to the request for death, and you respond to the request for life... In other words, you and Him cannot coexist"

After hearing this, everyone became more convinced that what Fang Qingyun said before was true, but Khamul just thought a little more. However, he quickly ruled out the bold idea in his mind and threw the original idea of ​​"two gods acting together" out of his thinking loop. This kind of thing was simply nonsense.

The battery man revealed Fang Qingyun's identity. He was an outsider, and he was from another universe. Fang Qingyun was also a projection of the upper-level narrator. The battery man obviously put the two on the same level. Although they were about to fight, they still called him "you" one by one. Their respectful look made Fang Qingyun consider whether he should hold back when he hit them.

"So, I'm sorry." As the Battery Man apologized, the giant cocoon behind him began to twist: "He will erase all the meaning of your existence here."

This kind of arrogance as if stating a fact made Fang Qingyun very unhappy. After all, no matter how awesome Pucui was, didn't he end up making it into the game? You only realized that you and I were at the same level, but you didn't know that I could delete your code at any time if I wanted to. Therefore, in Fang Qingyun's view, these harsh words were no different from the barking of stray dogs on the roadside, or even worse.

At least the wild dogs on the roadside can come up and bite me.

An unhappy Fang Qingyun spoke sarcastically without hesitation: "Really? Has your so-called "Him" observed the multiple timelines of this universe? The God you believe in is just a coward who came to the primitive world with a pistol to show off his military power, a rookie who can't even enter the Wangba debate, a piece of trash that can be thrown away at any time and anywhere, I feel ashamed to compete with you on the same stage"

He seemed to be silent, but behind the silence was a deeper rage. Everyone watching all this through the screen seemed to be able to feel the surging malice from the giant. The tormented soul drilled in and out of the white cocoon, and the black and red magic power was so explosive that it seemed as if the giant had been given a pair of wings.

"Life is a curse, existence..." Before the battery people could finish their words, Purui forcefully usurped their power. Without waiting for them to finish the so-called summoning lines, he simply came down and took away their power.

The battery man's body twisted and shattered, the black and red energy was forcefully extracted, and the battery man screamed in pain. The pain of not voluntarily giving up energy filled the battery man with confusion and surprise of betrayal. They thought that they had done something wrong to anger the gods, so they prayed even more fanatically until their existence was completely extracted.

The black and red filthy energy was injected into the giant, and the cocoon that was wrapped in layers of it split open in an instant, releasing the spirit monster inside. Looking at the somewhat familiar incarnation of Pucui, Fang Qingyun's heart was calm. The people watching through the video exclaimed.

"… Archon Zhuoping has been confirmed as a traitor to humanity, and all his relatives of the fifth degree or above are sentenced to death." Naike removed Zhuoping from the position of Archon without hesitation. As a super intelligent computer, she naturally had the ability to control all of this. After confirming that Zhuoping was a traitor, the culprit who had caused the intelligent computer to shut down for no reason on the day of the disaster was naturally revealed.

The spiritual monster looked like a person. He was wearing Zhuo Ping's black suit. Red and black malice emanated from his body, expanding around him like tentacles penetrating into space. His head had lost its original shape and now looked like a ball of burning black flame. People who were not very good at playing cards could not control a hairstyle of this shape at all.

Fang Qingyun was not worried about not being able to defeat them. The Pu Cui here was just a glimpse of his true self, a drop among countless others. Most of his power came from those battery people. As long as his power was exhausted, Pu Cui would naturally be exiled from this world.

"Mercury Stalker One, Two, Three, and Four are all activated." Data streamed through Naike's pupils at high speed like running water. The white fonts flowed at high speed, making her pupils look like they were cut by white lines.

Liquid metal emerged from the ground around Fang Qingyun and quickly condensed into shape. The triangular heads fell down, and the yellow electronic eyes flashed. In an instant, a three-story high liquid metal wall formed in front of Fang Qingyun. This liquid metal was like an oversized T1000. No matter what kind of physical attack, it was difficult to cause irreparable damage to them, unless their triangular heads were completely destroyed in an instant.

Although Naike didn't show it, she was still very dissatisfied with her title of "Phantom God of Civil War".

A black and red hand stretched out from the surrounding space. The overly pointed fingers looked like sharp claws. The condensed space blocked the Mercury Hunters' movement space, forcing them to maintain that posture and be completely crushed by the black and red palm.

Naike's Mercury Stalker can indeed dodge unlimitedly, retracting its triangular head into liquid metal to protect itself and enhance its ability to withstand blows. However, after being fixed in space, the Mercury Stalker's head becomes its biggest weakness. As long as it is destroyed with enough force, the Mercury Stalker's combat effectiveness can be completely destroyed.

As the head of the Mercury Stalker was crushed, the people watching through the video cried out in surprise. Without paying attention to Naike who was stuck dead because of the Mercury Stalker's instant death, Ximi rushed to the front of the screen and shouted to Fang Qingyun: "Quickly retreat, apprentice, this enemy is not something you can deal with at the moment!"

"Alarm" Naike quickly recovered from the deadlock: "One hundred and twenty-four giant C-04 entities are detected approaching us, and we must prepare countermeasures immediately"

"Don't worry, we can handle it." Ximi looked confident: "Because we are very strong, we are not soft persimmons under the protection of apprentices. A mere 124 giant individuals are just a warm-up level."

"It's actually a little difficult..." Ju'er summoned her Dragon Fire Greatsword: "I'm going to the front line to organize the defense. We can't provide any help to the apprentice for now. Apprentice, you should worry about your own safety first. We can hold on here..."

The communication was forcibly interrupted, and no matter how Fang Qingyun moved his vocal cords, he could not make any sound.

Faced with such a situation, Fang Qingyun did not panic. Although he wanted to fight with Pu Cui at the moment, Pu Cui had killed all his believers and gained temporary strength enhancement. Fang Qingyun was not so stubborn as to rush up and fight with Pu Cui in the explosive state. It was necessary for him to temporarily avoid the edge and delay until the opponent's strengthening time was over. On the other hand, Fang Qingyun was still worried about Ximi.

Therefore, Fang Qingyun’s choice was very simple. He just turned around and ran.

The pure malice condensed into countless black hands, chasing Fang Qingyun from behind like a running meat grinder. The overlapping black hands grabbed randomly, and the red and black stone wall was crushed and torn by the black hands, breaking like tofu, but their movement speed was not fast, and Fang Qingyun could easily distance himself from the black hands.