It is different from the pure feeling of power brought by ordinary power...
The magical power that Gu Mo is controlling at the moment brings only unreason, mystery, treachery, distortion of facts, and deception of the world...these are the essence of this magic power.
The way he controls this power is like constantly weaving lies one after another. He knows clearly that it is false, but under the influence of this magic power, the facts become unimportant. The lies he weaves will become Come true, tricks and pranks, reasonable and unreasonable, are no longer important under his will.
——So he can change his painting style into a funny animation style all of a sudden, and the performance effect of body deformation is just the simplest change...
——You can also reach out and get the gun handed over by others. It doesn’t matter who handed it over. No matter it is that person or the gun, they will appear as long as there is a need...
——He can even be influenced to perform in accordance with his own ideas, will, and needs to match his own script, just like the countless monsters and humans in the audience who are currently his fans...
Doing whatever he wants, even these are not the limit, he can do more.
But before putting on the mask, Gu Mo still had the idea of taking the opportunity to test the limits of the mask, but after putting on the mask, this idea was directly thrown into an unknown corner by him... It's not like that. He said he had forgotten it, but he still remembered it clearly.
But in this state, he sneered at his previous ideas. He had no intention of following his previous ideas. He just followed his own pleasure and did whatever he wanted. He did not intend to spoil his interest for deliberate calculations and purposes. …
arrogant? Arrogant?
Maybe he seems to be a arrogant and arrogant weirdo at the moment, but in essence, it just needs to be fun... As long as it makes him feel fun and interesting at the moment.
To put it simply, just do whatever you want and do whatever you want! As long as you are happy!
He was as pure as a child. He didn't mean anything else, he just wanted to fool around like this and thought it was fun... He was very happy at the moment, with a mask as smooth as a facial mask on his face. Showing an excited laugh, it is pure joy without any disguise or impurities.
"It seems that everyone is very enthusiastic... But unfortunately, the number of places is limited, and we can only randomly select the audience."
Looking around at the countless fans and spectators in the audience, listening to their screams and cheers, and watching countless arms, claws, or tentacles raised, Gu Mo held up the microphone with satisfaction and said loudly in a loud voice, everyone is so motivated. , which made him very happy.
"But please don't worry, we guarantee that this drawing process is completely random, absolutely fair, open and just, no one needs to question it... The friends who are drawn are naturally lucky, and those who are not drawn are just bad luck, which cannot explain anything. .”
While they were talking, two masked monsters wearing eyeball-pattern masks walked onto the stage carrying two large boxes. The boxes were covered with black cloth, so it was difficult to see what was inside.
They placed the two boxes on either side of the host, and then hurriedly left the stage.
"As you can see, I have two boxes here. This box contains a note with the names of the audience on it, and that box... well, there is also a note with the names of the audience on it." Holding the microphone, Gu Mo walked to the box on the left and lifted the black cloth.
He casually grabbed a handful inside and took out a large amount of paper. Then he glanced at the names on it and read out a few names at random——
"Yato, Bishamon, Thunder God, Tenshu Sanshi Osi..."
When he finished clicking, he waved the handful of notes in his hand casually, his smile looked bright and innocent, as if he was the big brother next door, and he stuffed the handful of notes he grabbed back into the box. Inside, one person was bragging without realizing it:
"Everyone has seen it. I just grabbed it casually, and the names on the slips of paper I grabbed were all different. It can be seen that our random selection process is absolutely fair, open and just, and there will be absolutely no mistakes in the whole process. The shady story..."
then--
There was thunderous applause and cheers again.
The audience was very considerate and applauded one after another. The sound like a storm wave swept across the audience, one wave higher than the other, as if it was beating to the rhythm of the undulating fluorescence and flashlights.
"..."
"..."
It's just that the faces of those whose names were just read out didn't look good, and they had an extremely bad feeling at the same time - fair, open and just? You are such a hammer, you just grab a handful of papers and the names you read out are exactly the names of a small group of them?
Even the person you shot to death just now is still on the note... I guess he was shot to death, right?
How about such a coincidence! If you want to say that this is not a shady case and there is absolutely no behind-the-scenes operation, they will not really approve it!
At this moment, they all started to panic. This lunatic even destroyed Lord Gong Shen's artifact at the drop of a hat. He didn't care about Gao Tianyuan's reputation and authority at all, so he probably wouldn't care about what they think now... so be prepared. How to deal with them?
"Now let's start selecting the participants for the first show. By the way, the arrangements for the first show are..."
Gu Mo reached into the box with a smile on his face, and said this, but for some reason, he paused slightly in the middle of his words, glanced at a certain direction on the horizon, and then glanced at the sky again, and then said Turning his eyes back, he continued the topic as if nothing had happened:
"You can also imagine what the arrangements for the first program will be. After all, ours is the best martial arts association in the world. Naturally, it must conform to the theme and promote the spirit of martial arts... But I hope everyone understands one thing. The spirit of martial arts is not about being brave and ruthless. . I specially organize such an event to promote everyone’s understanding of this aspect.”
"So I hope that no matter who is drawn later, it will be good. Both sides must adhere to the basic spirit of fair competition, making friends through martial arts, and exchanging experiences. They must stop at one point. If one side has been beaten to death, the other side cannot The pursuit continues, which is very shameful..."
He repeatedly warned that he would severely crack down on this bad behavior: "If this happens, we will severely punish the violators and impose a fine of up to five yen once, and all this part of the fine will be compensated to the deceased. To make up for the losses suffered by the deceased..."
"good!"
"Yes, I support this!"
"Awesome throat breaking!! I love you-"
As always, amidst the thunderous applause and cheers, Bishamon and others followed the applause with dull expressions, feeling that their future was uncertain and worried.
This madman seems to deliberately want them to kill each other, like a colosseum. This is hinted both inside and outside the words... No, this is clearly stated!
"The first one...let us congratulate Mr. Yadou! You have won the prize. Congratulations! Please come on stage!" Without giving everyone time to think carefully, the arrogant weirdo on the stage had already pulled out the first box. After looking at a piece of paper, he announced the result with a smile.
At the same time, a bunch of stage lights instantly fell down, shining on the tall building over there. The young man with purple hair and blue eyes, who had always been cold and gloomy, attracted the attention of countless audiences, letting everyone know who the lucky winner was. .
"What a coincidence. Although I just read out the name of Mr. Yato, I didn't expect that he would be the first one drawn. It's quite fate... But I believe everyone can understand it. , this is a coincidence, our random selection process is absolutely fair, open and just..."
The green-masked host on the stage pretended to be calm and laughed a few times, then explained in a serious and serious manner, once again reiterating that all his behind-the-scenes operations were unproblematic.
At the same time, he also looked in Yadou's direction and added the rules for the next battle in a loud voice:
"Mr. Yadou, please come on stage. Don't worry. Considering the different strengths of each participant, a god of war like you, Mr. Yadou, is allowed to bring artifacts into the arena. The little girl in your hand is quite cute. It’s called Feiba, you can take her with you.”
This is also a very reasonable thing, and I believe everyone can understand it.
Some people are good at fighting with no hands, and fighting enemies with bare hands is their strongest combat ability, but some people are good at sword skills. Once they are required not to carry weapons, it is equivalent to depriving them of their best skills... So Gu Mo does not intend to limit weapons. use.
Besides, who will be appointed by his behind-the-scenes operation next? Which one is not a disgraceful god in this world, and which one does not rely on a divine weapon to make a difference?
Therefore, there is no point in restricting this aspect. On the contrary, it will make the game less intense. If you are not careful, it will really become the end of the game... If you don't kill anyone, then what's the point?
"..."
"..."
Yadou on the tall building over there was silent, and the corners of his eyes twitched a few times. Then he shook his head and said softly: "No, I don't need such a chance to win..."
"Sorry, in principle, the chance of winning cannot be withdrawn, Mr. Yadou..." Gu Mo interrupted him with a smile, "Please cooperate as much as possible. Come on stage now and be prepared."
"I don't need it. You can arrange whatever you want." Yadou replied calmly. He now felt uninterested in everything, even lifeless. He no longer held on to the previous motivation and had completely given up thinking. The idea of working hard to earn a shrine for yourself.
I already have a world-weary mentality. After all, I hate my disgusting fate, and I just want to be free... There is nothing to fear about life and death in the clouds.
Now that he is no longer afraid of death, Yadou naturally has no scruples anymore - he just doesn't want to cooperate, and the other party can't do anything to him.
"..."
"..."
There was a brief silence, and the scene became quiet.
Bishamon and the others subconsciously held their breath, not wanting to breathe too hard. They stared at the scene in front of them, wanting to see what would happen next... Gu Mo watched quietly on the stage. Looking at Yadou over there, someone next to him had already handed over the rifle at the right time.
It was already loaded, and it was just a matter of waiting for him to take it, take aim, and pull the trigger -
Just like the "don't hit women" scene that happened not long ago.
However, Gu Mo didn't look back, he just shook his head gently and waved his hand... The people next to him suddenly realized and quickly retreated with their rifles. A moment later, with a dull sound, several big men in black suits pushed a French 1897-style 75mm artillery up.
——It is commonly known as Italian cannon.
They quickly adjusted the muzzle of the gun, aiming at Yadou on the tall building over there, and then waited with serious faces for the host to give the command.
"...!!"
Although Yadou looked down on life and death and was disheartened, at this moment, with the black muzzle facing him and aiming at it from a distance, he still couldn't help but feel a cold sense of fear in his spirit. It was obviously just The technological products of mortals are not on the same level of existence. They are still antiques from more than a century ago.
Logically speaking, he doesn't need to care about these things at all, but at this time, he has an intuition that once this bombardment comes over, he is destined to die...
Do you want to be so exaggerated? Even if you don't care about the previous friendship, wouldn't it be better to just give yourself a shot? Is it necessary to use the torture of cannon?
"Hey! Hey! What are you doing? What are you doing... It's not this! I made a mistake, made a mistake!"
Gu Mo turned around and frowned when he saw this scene. He quickly waved his hands to drive these unreliable guys off the stage. It seemed that this was not what he meant at all. It was just that the people below were ignorant and made random assumptions. His idea was just wrong.
Looking in the direction of Yadou again, there was a reassuring smile on the green mask that had always been conspicuous, but no one thought it was strange. Gu Mo said:
"I am not an unreasonable person. Since Mr. Yadou is really unwilling to accept it, then this precious and rare lucky opportunity should be given to others. We will draw again later. Let's draw now. The opponent here..."
So easy to talk to?
For a moment, not only Yadou but also everyone else felt a little surprised that he let it go so easily? It doesn't seem normal.
As for the reason that the man on the stage said that he was a reasonable person, everyone passed it by with a tacit understanding. Just listen to this kind of words. Whoever believes it is stupid...
"Let's see which lucky person on this side is so lucky... Oh oh oh oh, look, let's welcome Mr. Fujisaki Hiroto!"
He took out a piece of paper from the box on the other side and held it up high. Gu Mo loudly announced the result. At the same time, a beam of stage lights instantly fell on the body of the handsome high school student occupying the audience. On the old monster, he received cheers and applause from all directions.
"Hey! Okay! I got it!"
Dazzling lights shone from afar, and thunderous applause and cheers sounded from all directions. At this moment, Fujisaki Hiroshi's head was dizzy, as if he had suddenly forgotten who he was and what he was going to do. Inflating rapidly like a balloon, filled with ecstasy.
He jumped high, raised his arms vigorously, and shouted loudly in all directions, venting his excitement, shouting in ecstasy: "It's me! It's me! I got it! I got it!"
"Congratulations, man..."
"I can't believe I'm so lucky..."
"Hurry up! Come on! We will all support you!"
The crowd around him encouraged loudly, expressed their opinions in a flurry, and some people patted his shoulders vigorously to express support... In this case, Fujisaki Hiroto, who was dizzy and filled with ecstasy, laughed. Grinning, he kept thanking everyone around him, struggled to squeeze through the crowd, and walked onto the stage.
it's me! hey-hey! I'm so lucky!
He couldn't suppress his smile, and he kept waving in all directions on the stage, waving his arms vigorously, and shouting in response. He was really like one of those star-chasers who were lucky enough to be lucky enough to get the chance to interact with their idols on stage at a concert. I was almost dizzy with happiness.
Just being blown by the cold wind on the stage, he came back to his senses in a daze, looked around in confusion, and found that he was still shouting with his arms raised...
The next moment, Fujisaki Hiroto woke up and broke into a cold sweat!
What have you done! !
"It seems that our player is very enthusiastic and motivated. Now let's draw the opponent's player again..." At this time, Gu Mo had already returned to the first box with a smile and reached out to touch it. go.
"S-slow down!"
Fujisaki Hiroto let out a throat-breaking roar and stopped his action with great urgency.
"Oh, does Fujisaki Hiroto have any special opinions?" The devil wearing a green mask seemed to have expected it. He stopped leisurely, looked at the opponent with a smile, and asked.
"I...I..." Fujisaki Hiroto's face turned red. He wanted to refuse like Yato did, but when he saw that he was already standing on the stage and thought about why he just walked here in a daze, he Know that the other person just doesn’t give you the chance to say no.
no! No matter what, you must survive!
Now that I don't even have a weapon, if the other party picks the God of Thunder or Bishamon to fight with me, they will be slaughtered like a pig!
So the only way is-
"Ye Dou! Come up immediately! Hurry up!" He turned his head, looked at his "son", and issued an extremely angry roar and order, "And bring Chi up to me!"
That's right, only by letting Yadou, who doesn't dare to resist him, come up as his opponent, can he, as a "father", survive, and by the way, he can take back the magical weapon Chi, so that he won't really have no strength to fight!
As for Yadou over there, he was completely stunned.
"Didn't you hear what I said? Or, you didn't even listen to what I said?!" Hiroshi Fujisaki looked anxiously, angrily scolded, and urged again and again.
"..."
"..."
In silence, the young man with purple hair and blue eyes held the scarlet weapon in his hand and took a deep breath. He jumped lightly and landed on the stage. However, his face became even grayer and his whole body seemed to be swaying. The Walking Dead.
"It seems that Mr. Yadou has changed his mind, so we don't need to draw again... In fact, I think some things are more painful than short-term pain. It is better to realize it earlier. Why bother to be pua all the time." Gu Mo He said with a smile, and there was something in his words, "I hope you will understand it soon, I am doing this for your own good."
Yadou didn't respond, his eyes remained gloomy.
"Okay, get ready, we are about to start... We will use this stage as our boundary, but I hope you won't act, otherwise, both of you will lose..."
Gu Mo took a few steps back and walked down the stage. As he spoke, he opened the inside of his suit and took out a slingshot from the collar. It was made of tree branches, showing a "Y" shape with a "Y" shape on it. A toy with extremely elastic rubber bands tied at both ends.
The devil in the green mask quickly crumpled up the piece of paper with Fujisaki Hiroto's name written on it, put the light and weightless small piece of paper into the leather wrapped around the projectile, and raised the slingshot towards the sky in the distance. full, then let go.
The stretched rubber band instantly rebounded, shooting out the small paper ball.
He retracted the slingshot, put it back in his pocket, and said happily: "Pay attention to the signal... OK! The game begins!"
The moment the words fell.
In the distant night, a clear flame lit up at the end of the sky, accompanied by a huge explosion.
A military helicopter that was supposed to be sent by a nearby US military base to survey the chaotic city made an emergency landing with black smoke as if it had been hit by something. It circled across the horizon and made an emergency landing. Obvious trajectory...
…………
(ps: I finally have a holiday today, and it’s another year...I’ll go back to my hometown tomorrow, and I’ll go to the Ceramic City by the way. After all, I’ll be busy with renovations after the new year, so tomorrow will probably...ah hahahaha, the weather is really nice today, and It’s New Year’s Eve in a week, I wish everyone a happy new year)
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