"There are a lot of leeks in this place!"
"Those guys with no brains as good as walnuts actually let us come to a place like this!"
"What should we do? It seems that a crooked weed has found our location!"
"What are you afraid of? Give her a white radish to put in and a carrot to come out!"
For an executor, being able to deal with all kinds of strange situations is a common quality. This executor did not relax her vigilance just because there were just a few rabbits, but when she grabbed the weapon, she felt her physical strength increasing rapidly. Land loss.
"Rabbit...rabbit?"
The executor tilted her body and fell to her knees. She saw three rabbits in black suits appearing behind her. They each held a carrot in their hands, but the roots of the carrot were connected to her. The body was pulling out the blood threads from her body.
"The target has been cut off." A rabbit licked a mouthful of blood from a carrot. "Rabbits don't like carrots, but rabbits are very satisfied with fresh blood."
"But a little blood is not enough, we need more blood, we have to cut more vegetables."
When it comes to outside containment, the "Killer Rabbit Group", the number of rabbits will only increase. The rabbits will eat up all the grass and move on to the next pasture.
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On the second underground floor of the paper-level building, at the end of the corridor, the containment objects contained here have disappeared, and the four containment units have been opened and transformed into stores. A large number of fluffy cakes are displayed indoors, signboards made of chocolate and maple syrup are hung on various "stores", chefs wearing sugar paper patterns are baking various desserts with quick hands and feet, and the entire corridor is full of people. There is a comforting aroma of milk and sugar.
"Uh-huh, it's so delicious!"
"Boss, can you have another glass of colorful fruit juice? Also, a matcha cake and a strawberry cake too!"
“I want a soufflé!”
About a dozen executors were feasting at the long table set up in the center of the corridor. Each of them had at least four or five kinds of sweets placed in front of them, and new sweets were constantly being placed on the table.
At the same time, there were five executioners tied to the wall in the back kitchen. They were not seduced by the alluring aroma, or in other words, their spirits were relatively strong and they were not alienated immediately.
Yes...alienation.
The syrup is made from the mucus dripping from the dark green tentacles, the flour is ground from the particles extruded from the wriggling sarcoma, the translucent toads lay eggs, and every mouth on the tree covered with human heads has a Spit out pieces of fruit.
After eating these things, I'm afraid they are no longer human.
But the kitchen is hidden behind a sweet appearance, and the exquisite food heals the physical and mental pain of those who perform it, so they become more and more addicted.
"You guys, don't worry too much."
The chubby cook passed by several people with a pot of "eggs" in his hands, showing an honest smile.
"Guests who like our food will be satisfied. If they don't like it, you can make the food you like. After all, the purpose of the dessert empire is to make everyone happy."
Regarding the "Dessert Empire" of the external containment object, the fragrance of milk and candy will heal physical and mental wounds, and then everyone can continue to pass on this love to others.
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The parallel building was damaged in many places, and the various containment objects used more strength to vent themselves when leaving the containment unit. Coupled with the impact just now, the weaker executors lay prone in the corridor and lingered.
However, even though he was unconscious, there was still an intermittent sound pouring into his ears.
In the coma of fear, the distant music soothed the injured soul, as if the entire experience of Judgment Island, as if the horror of the previous journey in life and death had become a nightmare, and everyone was still lying in the warm hometown, in childhood Enjoy the beauty safely - even if many people have never experienced such a beautiful childhood.
They tried their best to move and stand up, trying to hear more clearly, trying to connect the broken notes into a melody. Even the beauty in a dream can escape this miserable reality.
So, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, the awake and unconscious executors began to gather towards a center, and that center was a huge iron-gray mountain with no plants growing on it, only patches of mountains. rock. Within the mountain, a leisurely melody is slowly floating, penetrating into the mind of every intelligent creature.
Finally, several performers touched it, and they heard clear singing that had never been seen before in their lives, and they felt the supreme peace in their souls. They smiled with satisfaction, then poked their ears with their fingers to eliminate all noise interference.
After doing this, a crack appeared on the rock, and a clearer singing sound came from inside. The executor grabbed the edge with both hands and stuck his head in. Then, the crack closed, leaving only the body outside.
Regarding the external containment object "Singing Mountain", why don't you come and take a look? The song you hear at the end of your life must be more beautiful than you imagined.
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"External" is not a formal level. Normal contained objects - although this description is very strange - will not show such a level. If its general value is really measured by general strength, from the paper It is possible to reach god level.
Their special classification comes entirely from their own incalculability, and the laws they show on the surface have nothing to do with the internal laws. They may break out of containment just because the enforcer sneezes, or they may be beaten in the containment unit for a day without any consequences. reaction. They have personalities, but their personalities serve the rules they follow, which can even be called "dogma." The most different thing from ordinary contained objects is that they do not have such great malice towards the executors, and just kill them naturally. Death to everything around.
And even though it was constantly killing people around it, the early warning system did not broadcast any reports on these three beings. Including Fabimo and others, no one even knew that three extraneous containment objects had quietly landed in the building.
At this moment, another battle also came to an end. In the paper-level building, a tall and burly figure suddenly appeared, the closed space was lifted, and the fighter collector reappeared with blood all over his body. It held Wen Ge's head in its hand, and a large number of blood-red threads were connected to the flesh on the ground, and some were pierced into the body of the fighter collector.
"This time is my victory." The Fighter Collector smiled ferociously and raised Wen Ge's head in front of him. "You are very powerful. You can actually fight with me for so long."
"It's not... your ability." Wen Ge spat a mouthful of blood - with only her head left, she could only rely on the silk to extract vitality to stay alive, but it was becoming increasingly weak.
"Hmph, that's right. I did use some foreign objects, but what I pursue is the ultimate battle and the ultimate opponent. I didn't stop you from using other weapons."
"ha……"
"It's a pity that such a powerful opponent like you cannot be made into a sculpture. After all, I know very well that your vitality is very tenacious." The fighter collector said, raised his left hand, punched out, and smashed Wen Ge's The head was smashed.
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The red silk threads on its body slowly fell off and lost their activity. The fighter collector closed his eyes as if enjoying it, opened his arms, and breathed in the smell of blood in the air. But soon, it opened its eyes again and turned to look behind it.
There stood a man in military uniform, who looked quite old for a human being. He was holding a book in his hand and staring at it with a solemn expression. In the perception of the fighter collector, the strength of this man in military uniform is not very strong. It is much weaker than Wen Ge just now, and it does not inspire much interest in him.
But it doesn't matter, since someone comes to the door, it can kill it easily.
"A collector of fighters, with an insatiable desire to fight and a cruel consciousness of slaughtering opponents." White said calmly, "Here are two opponents, you can give it a try."
The page of the book turned, and two people suddenly appeared on the left and right sides of White. Chai Anshi and Di Xiaoying, the two "followers" who had been following White, each held their weapons tightly and stared at the container in front of them.
"Uncle White, is this our opponent?" Chai Anshi asked nervously.
"Yes, Fighter Collector, you don't need to worry about its special abilities," White said.
"Understood! Let's go!" Di Xiaoying waved a pair of sun and moon wheels in her hand and rushed forward. Chai Anshi immediately drew his sword and followed. The two of them acted in perfect harmony. But the Fighter Collector felt a little bored. The strength of these two people was also not as good as Wen Ge, and it could kill them easily.
However, when it moved to Chai Anshi in an instant and punched him in the waist, the Bengquan that should have been able to directly blow people away seemed to hit an unshakable wall, even in mid-air. Chai Anshi didn't even move, he just slashed back with his sword.
"One-on-one!" The fighter collector immediately shouted in a deep voice, blocked the long sword from the armband with his arm, and then punched Chai Anshi in the face. But it immediately heard another voice. Di Xiaoying lowered her body and lunged forward, and the double rings had already touched its legs.
There should definitely not be a second person in the duel!
The Fighter Collector teleported again and came a few meters away, looking back at White.
This person needs to be killed first.
"Wen Ge, it's not like you to lose to such an enemy." White held down the turning pages of the book, "What accident happened?"
"Stop talking nonsense..."
Another person slowly formed next to White. Wen Ge pulled the gloves on his hands, his eyes full of hostility.
"Its fighting consciousness is not bad. It discovered me immediately and that is the key. But this time, he will definitely not be able to survive."
Wen Ge sneered and waved his hand to form a war hammer: "I know, I will smash this containment object to pieces now."
"Okay, just let me take a look at the effect of the holy bones."
White's core weapon has already reached the god level, and his "Holy Skeleton" has a high degree of auxiliary function. As a god-level effect, he can record a person who completely trusts him in the core weapon, and then recreate a "copy" "come out.
Even if only one "copy" can exist at the same time, the original body recorded in the weapon can share all the experience of the copy, and the strength of the copy is exactly the same as the original body. In addition, the closer the "copy" is to White, the closer it will be to "inhuman" attributes. If it exceeds a certain distance, it will behave in the same state as a general executor.
Of course, since these are all "copies" created by White, the Fighter Collector's "one-on-one" effect will naturally become an effect activated against White within this distance. At the same time, all "copies" are ultimately made by White created, in theory, "a person."
The Fighter Collector's face darkened slightly when he saw Wen Ge appear again.
"Wen Ge, give young people some opportunities to experience." White closed the book in his hand, "If we want to leave alive, we can't rely on you alone."
"Okay." Wen Ge pointed the hammer at the fighter collector, "Let's do it again, kid, but this time it's three against one."
After saying this, Wen Ge disappeared on the spot, and unexpectedly came to the fighter collector's side in a flash, and hit its head with a hammer.
"Have you learned?" The fighter collector blocked the blow with his hand, glanced sideways, and the two of them left again.
"Both and each other, you also learned a lot of my skills, right?"
"We're here to help too!"
Even though Chai Anshi and Di Xiaoying are not as strong as Wen Ge, they can still carry out desperate attacks at the close range of the "Holy Skeleton". Wen Ge's speed could completely catch up with the Fighter Collector, and would not give it any chance to attack White, and more attacks were indeed given to the other two. Although the three of them had never cooperated before, they played quite smoothly under Wen Ge's leadership.
White squeezed out a smile and raised his head.
There were already traces of dark purple corrosion on the ceiling, and another battle was probably taking place on the upper level. It's a pity that his ability is not of the detection type, and apart from sensing the location of the "copy", it is of no help at this time.
"It's a pity, I wanted to get there earlier..."
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Besides Sanyuan's giant sword, the first to arrive were Chen Xiyu and others who had received Su Chenmeng's order. For Chen Xiyu, she only needs to fold and glue the inside and outside of the light curtain together to easily pass through to the opposite side. Even because this light curtain blocked many executors and contained objects that were not strong enough or had incompetent abilities, they encountered little resistance along the way.
"Wow...is this Sanyuan?" Shang Qingxia, who was on the same team, exclaimed.
The majestic purple sword penetrated the building from top to bottom, making the executor look very small in comparison. It's just that this sword seems to have specifically avoided the location of the contained objects. Otherwise, we can see if this monster from outside can directly obliterate several contained objects.
"Stop talking nonsense and start destroying it. Even if it's not a containment object, there should be a way to break it." Qiu Su asked nonchalantly, and then looked at Chen Xiyu to urge the temporary "captain".
