Chapter 503 The 30th Floor: Dream Theater
Wu Ze was able to confirm that these ten strange creatures were definitely not the ones who entered the Bronze Forbidden Tower this time.
Because Wu Ze has an impression in his heart of every living creature he has ever seen.
In his impression, these ten people absolutely do not exist.
Maybe there are creatures that can block his perception, or maybe these creatures come from other directions.
These possibilities may really exist, but they are beyond Wu Ze's consideration.
In short, for Wu Ze, these ten creatures were completely unfamiliar to each other for the first time.
Although they are all humanoid creatures, their appearance is strange. All Wu Ze's imagination can be confirmed among these ten.
"It turns out that the aliens in movies and TV shows really exist!" Wu Ze exclaimed.
The reason why he paid attention to these ten creatures was that he saw a familiar side of them.
"Hey, what are they looking at?"
Wu Ze walked forward quickly with doubts, and all the figures on the bronze seats were staring ahead.
They looked at it extremely seriously, and they were even more entranced. The light in their eyes was condensed, and they didn't look like they were lost at all.
Noticing this, Wu Ze became more and more curious about what existed in front of him.
Involuntarily, Wu Ze quickened his pace.
About ten minutes later, he finally saw the edge of the stage a thousand meters away.
Thinking about what he saw and heard, Wu Ze's heart suddenly moved.
He was surprised and said: "Wait a minute, why does this place look like a theater? The layout and furnishings are clearly a theater covering a whole world!"
Seemingly understanding the truth, Wu Ze stopped. Faced with this strange place that seemed empty on the surface, it was not appropriate for him to act rashly.
"Professional order, scan the entire world and generate a world map."
Wu Ze ordered in his heart.
"Ding! Tip: The command is issued, start scanning..."
As an invisible and supreme force spreads in all directions with Wu Ze as the center, a silver-white interface appears, and a world map gradually appears in the interface.
If it was just a guess before, now looking at the world map in front of him, Wu Ze was finally convinced that this was a theater covering the entire world.
"Ding! Tip: The scan is completed and the world map is generated successfully."
The invisible and supreme power was withdrawn, and the profession was silenced.
Wu Ze looked at the map in front of him. On the first line were four big characters: "Dream Theater".
Immediately following, is the topography and structural map of the entire theater.
It's very simple to say, there is a huge stage standing in the center of the whole world, and there are countless bronze seats scattered around the stage.
On the surface, these seats were empty, but in Wu Ze's spiritual vision, there was a figure on each of these seats.
Or bronze guards, or creatures of various races.
There were not many living beings within his field of vision, only a dozen or so, but on the world map, Wu Ze found dense blue light spots.
And the existence of every blue light point represents a creature of all races.
Wu Zexi took a quick glance, his heart moved, and he issued an order. According to the statistics of the professional order, he found that there were no less than five million creatures trapped here!
"Things seem to be a bit troublesome. I don't know what the rules are at this level."
Wu Ze whispered and said helplessly.
There was no one he knew well here, which meant that his idea of asking someone was in vain.
In other words, finding the hidden information and the method of clearing each level in each level is a test for Wu Ze.
He, as a tester, is ultimately different from the orthodox testers.
And this is the price Wu Ze must pay for breaking into the city.
Unable to find any clues, Wu Ze had no choice but to move forward.
While marching, Wu Ze noticed that everyone along the way was staring at the stage in front of him, whether they were bronze guards or creatures of various races.
Everything pointed to the stage ahead, and Wu Ze couldn't help but feel excited.
"Is the stage the key to all this?"
Thinking of this, Wu Ze walked quickly and approached the stage.
When he was within a thousand meters of the stage, a strange babbling song came faintly into his ears.
"Crying... confusion... tears... nowhere to go... careless words... parting and sorrow..."
"Therefore...the death of the clan...I...will never forget...a hundred battles without regrets...and the clan's sorrow..."
The closer you get, the clearer the sounds you hear in your ears.
This is a tragic song, but also a war cry without regrets.
Wu Ze couldn't help but be entranced as he listened. Following the music, he seemed to be in a battlefield.
Here, there are incomparably powerful enemies, comrades who are willing to die without hesitation, and unwilling souls who are asking the sky angrily, "Our people are innocent!"
"I feel ashamed to see... my own son... father... I feel so ashamed... I can't say anything..."
"Remembering... my wife cherishes... my husband... is shameless... I will pay for it in the next life..."
The music in his ears became more and more intense, and even Wu Ze, who had a state of mind as calm as a mirror lake, couldn't help but feel sad for it.
He heard the parting and saw the guilt of a father and a husband.
In front of him was an incredibly powerful enemy, and his surrounding companions died one after another. For the sake of his tribe and his homeland, the owner did not hesitate.
Abandoning their wives and children made them feel guilty and shameless.
However, the enemy is right in front of them and they cannot protect their parents, wives and children. What qualifications do they have to be their husbands, fathers and sons!
The brutal fighting rang in the ears, and countless tribesmen launched the final charge.
The war drums were rising, as if they were going to shatter the world, so that the sky would know their uncompromising attitude.
It is better to die than to eat!
However, to the enemy, their determination to die and their unwillingness are nothing more than incompetent rage.
A vast attack like a natural disaster came, destroying all directions and killing all those who charged.
Until, the war drums stopped, the music disappeared, and the sound of wailing arose everywhere. The world was like a prison, and everything they guarded inevitably became the food of the powerful clan.
At this point, the song ended, and Wu Ze also came to the stage before he knew it.
At this time, there were many figures on the stage, and what they were performing was none other than the scene of purgatory after the powerful clan invaded their own world.
"All living beings eat, either eat other people, or be eaten by other people. Is this the truth of the world?"
Wu Ze watched the music on the stage end and murmured in a low voice.
He didn't know whether this was true or not, but he could imagine that if the Source Star was breached by other races, the purgatory in front of him would most likely be the most realistic portrayal of the Source Star.
It is said that 'those who are not from our race must have different minds'. Between different races, the weak will eventually be eaten by the strong. The so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality never belong to the weak.
"Trialist, how do you like this song?"
When all the people on the stage dispersed, a thirty-meter-sized bronze statue appeared above the stage sitting on a bronze throne.
This one is different from the first two gatekeepers. One is a spear general, the other is a sword general, and this one is a sword general.
The giant bronze sword stood next to the bronze throne, and a pair of green fire eyes fell on Wu Ze.
"Nothing, it's just the glory of the strong and the cry of the weak."
Wu Ze shook his head and gave the Bronze Sword General his own answer.
"Haha, the glory of the strong and the sorrow of the weak. Trialist, if it were you, how would you choose?"
A faint laughter sounded, and the words were not grand, but Wu Ze could hear a sadness in the bronze sword general's laughter.
"Why choose?" Wu Ze said.
"You must choose." The bronze sword general said.
"Then there's no way to live in peace?" Wu Ze asked lightly.
Hearing this, the Bronze Sword General burst out laughing: "Hahaha! It's such a childish idea to live in peace with each other. I ask you, can you live in peace with ants?"
"probably not."
Wu Ze said calmly.
"Haha, why do you want the strong and the weak to live in peace?" the bronze sword general sneered.
"Alas! In this case, there is nothing we can do." Wu Ze sighed.
"Hahaha, then let me see your choice."
The bronze sword general laughed, and the bronze light fell towards Wu Ze with his hand.
Wu Ze's eyes moved, and his original power was released, trying to block the bronze light.
But at this moment, the voice of the bronze swordsman reached Wu Ze's ears again: "Trialist, this is your trial. If you refuse it, you will lose the qualification to pass my level."
After hearing this, Wu Ze retracted his intention to take action.
In addition to what the Bronze Sword General said, Wu Ze did not feel any danger in this bronze light.
Otherwise, no matter what happens to the bronze sword general, Wu Ze will not be able to capture him without mercy.
Wu Ze has never been a person who would put himself at a disadvantage because of rules.
The bronze light fell and enveloped Wu Ze. The next moment, a trance came over him. Wu Ze's eyes dimmed and he fell to the ground and sat down.
"Haha, the show has begun, let me take a look at your stage opera."
The bronze sword waved, and the second bronze light fell. At the moment Wu Ze's body was about to fall, a bronze seat was condensed and formed by the bronze light.
Wu Ze fell onto the bronze seat.
The next second, Wu Ze's eyes opened, the darkness dissipated, and his eyes regained their expression.
However, at this moment, Wu Ze's eyes glanced at the other figures and fell firmly on the stage.
At the same time, multiple figures appeared on the stage, music started, and a new opera was about to be performed.
The bronze sword general sat high on the throne, with a kind of expectation in his eyes. His gaze fell on the stage. The scene on the stage changed and eventually turned into an extremely vast battlefield.
This battlefield is based on a world where both sides appear.
One side has a vast army of millions, while the other side has only a few thousand people. The difference in numbers between the two sides is huge.
"The battlefield? It turns out to be the last battle for our clan. Don't you think you have a choice, kid?"
"Then let me see what you will choose next."
The Bronze Sword General's expression was a little downcast. He remembered this battle very clearly. In that battle, they used all the power in the world to stop the thousands of enemies.
The brutality of that battle, the tragedy of that battle, he still can't forget it when he thinks of it, and he has endless regrets.
But just as Bronze Sword finished speaking, a mist suddenly appeared on the stage, and then the mist exploded, and everything on the stage was reduced to nothing.
"Huh? What's going on? What kind of power is this?"
The Bronze Sword General suddenly stood up, his expression full of confusion and surprise:
"How can this be!"
"The power of the 'Dream Transferring Platform' and even our family's treasure has reached its limit since it was integrated with this bronze holy city. It is the most precious treasure among the treasures of heaven and earth."
"How could such a treasure not evolve into his dream!!"
"Even if a quasi-sage of the 19th level of heaven comes here, he will have to transform into a mortal in my 'Dream Transformation Platform' and experience an earthly event."
"How could he do this?"
The more he thought about it, the more shocked the Bronze Sword General became!
This scene made him realize that things seemed to be beyond his control.
A little while ago…
"Where am I...?"
After the trance, when Wu Ze came back to his senses, his eyes had turned into another place.
He circled around slightly, and he was surrounded by gray-haired and pointed-eared humans wearing the same armor as him, holding spears in their hands, and not far away there was a beast that looked like a war horse.
All of this shows that he has unexpectedly arrived on a battlefield.
The surrounding humans looked solemn, and the atmosphere was indescribably solemn.
Everyone stared at the sky in front of them. Everyone was a little nervous and scared, but their expressions were resolute and they clenched the weapons in their hands.
There seems to be some reason supporting them, making them unwilling, unable, and unwilling to put down the weapons in their hands and turn around to leave this realm that scares them.
"Hey, what are you looking at? Concentrate. The next battle will be the last battle for our clan."
"Whether our clan can continue to live in this world depends on the next battle."
"Be serious, this battle is related to the ultimate fate of our clan."
At this time, just as Wu Ze was looking around, a middle-aged soldier next to him pulled Wu Ze.
Wu Ze turned back to look at this person. In his black pupils, Wu Ze saw a strong determination that surprised him.
Although this middle-aged man's cultivation level is not high, only at the mid-fourth level, the thoughts in his heart at this time appear in Wu Ze's perception like the sun.
Wu Ze hadn't noticed this person before, but the moment he looked at this person, to be honest, even Wu Ze himself felt shocked by such a strong idea.
He saw a light in this person's eyes, a light that even the endless darkness could not bury.
And what this beam of light represents is the belief in this person's heart.
What shocked Wu Ze was what kind of belief could make this man's eyes full of determination.
This kind of belief can be tolerated in abyss and restored in mountains and seas.
It was also the first time that Wu Ze felt such a terrifying and shocking belief, which made it difficult for him to recover for a moment.
"What's wrong? Baby, are you so scared that you don't know what to do?"
"It's okay. Follow me later. I won't let you die in front of me if I am here."
The middle-aged man took Wu Ze's hand, with a gentle smile on his face, and softly comforted him.
In his opinion, Wu Ze's lack of concentration and looking around at this time was a kind of fear and panic. He had also been in this kind of situation, so he could not be mistaken.
However, what this person didn't know was that this time he was really wrong.
