"You are in good company." Nietzsche turned around. "They walked into the lock without hesitation."
There is no need for the black Joker to use traps to defeat them one by one. If he is really afraid of his team, he can use all his "collections" to conduct an encirclement and annihilation battle, and his team will not survive. Therefore, breaking it down into individual locks is a "fairness" signal.
"There is really only one collectible in each lock. And each collectible targets their weaknesses. It's a fair game - after all, to be unfair is to lose the fun." As Nietzsche spoke, the air next to him Three shining patterns appeared in the center.
Camel, lion and baby.
“The camel walked into the desert, met the evil dragon, and was enslaved and oppressed by the evil dragon.
“If you don’t want to suffer such a fate, the camel can only become a lion and defeat the evil dragon.
"However, after becoming a lion, his world cannot be rebuilt with confrontation and violence. People can only choose to let go of everything and become a baby of the new world that is coming..."
Sean said slowly.
Nietzsche nodded slightly: "You have understood my philosophy."
“A lot of people today know that.”
"I'm glad you understand the metaphors. I'm enjoying the game so far, so to help you catch up, I'll tell you the rules of the game right now...
"As the benchmark and symbol of the explorers, it is impossible for me to use all my strength to deal with you, a King-level explorer, in such a battle. That is meaningless, and it is also meaningless for me, the black Joker who is about to retire. It's a stain...
"So, ultimately how much power I will unleash will be determined by your companions."
The three patterns become three shimmering highlights.
"Every time I unlock a lock, I close 20% of my power. In other words, if your three companions all unlock their own locks, I will only be able to use 40% of my power.
"That might mean a huge opportunity for you...
"For me, this game has become exciting enough - although I think 40% is unbearable for you. But, who knows?" There was that dark smile again, and the mountains behind him changed. It has to be a little darker.
Of course Sean would not object to Nietzsche’s “game”. Even though he had made all the preparations, he knew that he was still far away from being the real Black Joker. However, if the other party is willing to weaken himself in pursuit of so-called excitement and fun... Sean can't see any reason to object.
"Then, let us wait quietly for a while," Nietzsche leaned on the black staff and looked interested. "Fate will give its answer."
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The road has been completely destroyed. Not only the road, but also the land and woods beside the road have been destroyed. The remnants of the fire are still burning. If you look down from the air, you can see two kinds of scars clearly showing on the ground - one is the magma surging in the cracked ground, and the other is the pieces of coke that were bombarded by thunder.
It was as if something abominable to gods and ghosts had appeared here.
The Thunderbirds gradually disappeared in the sky, but the Deep Folk army arching out from the ground was still unbroken. Ivan's offensive once shocked Anne Xi, but the soul structures of humans and the princes of the deep people are different. One can only use his own spiritual power, while the other seems to be connected to the core of the earth deep in the world...
How can finite human beings overcome endless sins?
Ivan was already planning to overdraw his spiritual core. After all, he couldn't lose. As for the side effects of overdrafting the spiritual core, he couldn't think that far ahead.
He probed his consciousness into the deepest recesses of his soul. The smell of thunderclouds gradually gathered in the air, but he suddenly saw a black shadow flying towards the Demon Prince.
An Xi didn't seem to expect such a thing to happen, and fear appeared in his burnt-yellow pupils for the first time. The old lion, which had been hiding in the darkness during the fierce battle, suddenly rushed out. It showed terrifying power and knocked down Anne Xi.
"You beast!" The circus director gritted his teeth and was about to take out his animal taming whip. The old lion roared and bit the demon prince's throat open. An Xi's expression was frozen in extreme shock...
How is this going? The severe pain deep in his soul stopped, and Ivan panted, watching the lion devouring Shenmin's flesh. The troops that emerged from the ground were so frightened that they burrowed into the ground one after another, and the counterattack boundary monument also sank in...
This lion can kill Anne Xi?
The disturbing devouring was still going on. The lion was eating as if it had never been fed before, and its belly was visibly enlarged.
What it eats is meat that seems to be still burning, and a faint red light shines from its bulging and drooping abdomen...
The lion chewed and looked back at the person who gave him freedom. The lion chewed with a bloody expression on his face.
As it eats and digests, its appearance changes somewhat. It no longer seemed old, and some of the mane even had a hint of black. Its eyes burned, and its teeth became increasingly dense and sharp...
After stuffing Anxi completely into his stomach, the indescribable lion turned to Ivan. Like a demon's creation.
Ivan understood immediately. The real master of this world is not Anne Xi, the real master is this terrible lion in front of him.
Dragging its huge belly that seemed to be burning, the lion rushed over. Ivan plunged into his spiritual core.
The burning maw bit his hand. The huge lion's face filled the view. The smell of Annecy's flesh and sulfur was overwhelming.
Ivan wanted to summon the Thunderbirds to return, but he didn't have the time. If he insists on using spiritual power to fight, he will be defeated by the most primitive weapons.
Can't die here. Can't lose.
Evan Burns knew that he too was a lion, one who had grown up in the northern woods. He knew he always had been. While he was engrossed in reading a book in the library, he could see the snow-white lion taking a nap next to him.
A lion cannot easily be defeated by another lion.
He heard himself growl. He forgot the Thunderbird, he forgot the Wendigo, he forgot the Occult. His blood dyed his pale lion's mane red.
The lion from the northern woods roared.
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The column of blood from his wrist continued to drip into the tank. A shallow pool of blood had filled the bottom of the groove, and Samo lay in the slightly shining blood. The originally blue-grey skin regained its color, and the lifeless little body began to rise and fall slightly again. Soaked in the vitality given by the moonlight, Samo came to life!
Although he knew that everything before him was just a test, he still felt relieved.
He suddenly noticed that the back of his neck felt warm. When he reached out and touched it, he felt blood on his hand. Moonlight looked back, only to see a column of thick blood falling from the sky, drenching him all over. He suddenly lost support under his feet and fell into a stream of blood along with the hot current...
here it is?
The moonlight supported him to stand up and walk to the shore. The column of blood falling from the sky formed a stream behind him, flowing towards the lake in the distance. There is a small island sleeping in the night in the center of the lake.
here it is……?
He frowned and suddenly understood. He turned around and looked up at the sky where the blood column fell. He saw a giant whose face was hidden in the clouds and could not be seen clearly. The giant was standing, dripping blood from his wrist...
That's yourself.
His soul came to this stone platform with the blood flow. The small island in the distance is Samo...
Moonlight was frightened in her heart.
