"Hehehehe..." He let out an ugly laugh: "How long? Where is it further up? Is everything just an illusion?"
Wu Hui's voice sounded: "I don't know what happened to you specifically, and I don't know what your current self-perception is. But now is the decisive battle with the Master, and I need your power."
"No, what you need is not Du Ziming's power." He said, "What you need is the power of Xinhuo."
A ball of flame rose and spread in Wu Ziming's hand.
At this time, the consciousness that came out of the spiritual world recalled that it was Du Ziming and was thinking. Is this a trick by the master, or is he really Du Ziming who was forcibly transformed into Wu Hui's form?
Everything before was an illusion, so is this really a shallow level of illusion? Or is it still an illusion after burning it away with flames?
he does not know.
He only saw Wu Hui sitting in front of the chess board and making a general move after the flames burned everything.
There is also a pistol that appears inexplicably next to him.
"You win." He blurted out a sentence, picked up the pistol and aimed it at his head.
The person opposite is Wu Hui, and the person in the deep hallucination is Du Ziming, so naturally he can only be the master. So just shoot and let humanity win!
wrong!
Turn the gun in your hand and aim.
Wu Hui, who was sitting across from the chess game, looked at his actions and seemed a little baffled.
"You didn't win." He said, "I won."
"Have you figured out who you are?" Wu Hui, who was sitting in front of him, pushed up his glasses: "Do you think you are still hallucinating?"
"It doesn't matter who I am."
"What's important is that I didn't get deceived by you."
"The victory of humanity is more important."
Then, the bullet shot out and hit Wu Hui's head, causing blood to explode.
When he opened his eyes again, Wu Hui and Du Ziming were sitting in front of the chessboard together. Countless memories and thoughts were running around in their minds, and were finally terminated by two powerful thought processors.
Wu Hui: "Winning is inexplicable. Is it really over?"
Du Ziming smiled: "I do understand how the Dominator plays. This is reality. At a deeper level, our consciousnesses are actually being twisted together, and at an even deeper level they are slowly separated. In the end, we actually have to find something that does not belong to us. our consciousness.”
"Poker cards, those people in deep dreams, and Wu Ziming are actually part of our consciousness."
"Only the last master is not part of our consciousness. If the last shot is not fired in the right direction, both of us will die, and the master will gain control of our bodies. But now...he has lost."
"The key is to shake our self-perception? However, the combination of our two minds seems to be more powerful than he imagined, hahahaha."
"I guess I will never understand your brain circuits." Wu Hui shook his head: "But if you win this time, there will be only one demon left."
Demon playwright. He has always been a demon who is relatively friendly to humans. After all, he started out as a human being. And he is also the founder of human civilization on different planets today.
Plant civilizations everywhere, observe the stories of these civilizations, control everything secretly, and stage gorgeous dramas.
This cannot be described as good or bad. This can only be said to be entirely from God’s perspective.
Wu Hui still didn't understand the game with the Master from beginning to end, but Du Ziming understood it. Wu Hui's comment is that you two have the same chemistry. Anyway, he didn't see anything clueful in this round. It was really inexplicable to win.
However, this game...
Is it really over? Thinking back on what happened before feels a little unreal.
A bit like the feeling after the previous intelligence tournament.
At the same time, in the corner of the universe, the playwright saw a group of shadows floating, as if temporarily losing consciousness.
"I'm laughing so hard. I've played myself like this." The playwright poked at the shadow, confirming that there would be no movement from the master for the time being: "Wu Hui and Du Ziming are still very capable. I don't know what they will do in the future. What a surprise for me."
Let them take a break first. They should still be confused after just playing a game. As for the master...you can laugh at him.
The epic story of mortals challenging demons has actually happened several times since ancient times. But it seems that he has never defeated all the demon gods at once. Most of the time, mortals beat up the most egregious demon at the time.
Then some of the best beings such as masters and gladiators will become demon gods. But it is more about gathering the power of many civilizations to temporarily defeat a demon. After thousands of years of vicissitudes, the devil rises again, but civilization has gone through several rounds of rise and fall.
It is really not a big deal for the devil to give in to the civilization in its power period. In the long time and space. There is never a shortage of heroes.
But from a cosmic perspective, civilization as a whole is indeed getting stronger. This is the legendary upward spiral.
Of course, if you look at the Demon God as a whole, the Demon God is also getting stronger. It's just that the devil himself is beaten to the point of losing his brains every day, so it's impossible for him to become a whole.
In fact, the playwright has not fully thought out how to play with humans next. But he believes that no matter what happens, it will be fun next time.
Drama always has a protagonist. When Liu Dangren faced the gladiators and Du Ziming faced the masters, they were considered protagonists.
Of course, Wu Hui was considered a master when playing against poker players.
Well, forget it, give them a chance and let them play freely. In addition to the protagonist, there are many supporting characters. For example, the women around Wu Hui and Du Ziming, as well as players from various organizations on the earth.
The finals must be grand enough for you.
He used the temporarily unconscious master as his brush and the power of the Black Death as his ink, and began to construct a new world against the backdrop of the universe.
At the same time, Wu Hui, who was exhausted physically and mentally after playing consecutive games of Gladiator and Dominator, was lying on Wu Tong's lap.
The sister rubbed his temples and poured some medicine into Wu Hui's mouth to help him sleep and relieve fatigue, but this kind of medicine was obviously not very effective for Wu Hui.
Qingwen stood nearby and looked at Wu Hui with concern. Wu Hui waved his hand to her and said that he was not going to die, but was just weak.
Playing with a gladiator is physically traumatizing, playing with a Dominator is mentally traumatizing. All kinds of painful memories in the game and some memories from Du Ziming were integrated into Wu Hui's mind. And also add the psychological shadow of always doubting the authenticity of reality.
It can be said that Wu Hui is feeling uncomfortable now. Because of this, the playwright has arranged a long rest period for them, and has issued notices for up to five years. It’s enough to give birth to children several times.
"Ah, Master, it's over. The most unsatisfactory part of the decisive battle... I might not be good at writing this kind of thing."
