Looking at the figure staggering towards the battlefield, Xiong Hanzi, who had always been carefree, actually squatted on the ground a little dejectedly.
Internal struggle.
At this moment, he felt like a useless waste.
He thought he would always stand in front of his companions.
At least until he dies, no one behind him will be harmed.
Powerless is.
He could stop Mo Ling, but he didn't dare.
Mo Ling is very important and a trustworthy partner.
But Lin An is more important.
Just like what Colonel Chu said.
Anyone can die, but not Lin An.
He was not afraid of death, and could even be said to die calmly. His life was saved anyway. When Lin An needed him to sacrifice, he would not even hesitate.
He just couldn't accept that Mo Ling, who was like his sister, would take this path.
He thought he would never experience this feeling of powerlessness again in his life.
The fists clenched.
The piece of letter paper that was exchanged for a high price was just thrown at my feet like waste paper.
It was filled with his crooked characters and Chu An's last reply.
Maybe it's to worry about his impulsiveness, maybe it's to make him understand symbolically.
When Mo Ling left, he "wrote" to Chu An again and again, trying to find out... the answer he could actually think of.
"Only Mo Ling can enter."
"If this is delayed any longer, Lin An will be divided in more timelines."
"Once the time period of the split Lin An exceeds the time period when he had problems, Lin An will never come back."
Although he didn't quite understand what Colonel Chu meant, Zhang Tie also realized that the problem Lin An faced was more serious than he imagined.
The end of the world is like this, no one knows what will happen next second.
Chu An seems to be calm and doesn't take things seriously, but in fact he is like a machine. No matter how serious the problem is, he will not cause any emotional reaction.
Standing up slowly, Zhang Tie looked at Mo Ling in a daze as he was knocked to the ground again and again by the shock waves.
The small figure was like a sailboat in the storm, as if it would be broken into pieces in the next second.
It was still a hundred meters away from the nearest Lin An and half a kilometer away from the core battlefield.
But just this distance alone, for Mo Ling, every step was as difficult as a chasm.
If you want to go in and find Lin An, there may be only one way.
That is death.
.....
As the distance got closer, Mo Ling silently looked at the bodies falling from the air, an indescribable feeling echoing in his soul.
She couldn't tell which one was Lin An, and didn't know what to do.
Chu An just told her to go in.
Then what?
Was he killed by Lin An? Become the Undead Lord?
What does it feel like to die?
Will he really die?
Would it be ugly to become the Undead Lord...?
Somewhat dazed.
The pace became more and more difficult, and a blade of Cain escaped during the violent collision, cutting off half of her arm.
It's too fast.
If Lin An's army not far away didn't "care" about her, she would have died long ago.
The blood flowing out of the broken arm continued to take away the vitality.
The originally pale little face looked like paper due to excessive blood loss.
If it weren't for the special characteristics of the undead body, he might have died of excessive blood loss, right?
Not paying attention to his wounds, Little Mo Ling bent over and approached the center as if resisting the strong wind.
Drops of bright red blood dripped from the broken arm, forming a long and crooked line.
It hurts...
Somewhat aggrieved.
The rubble brought up by the aftermath of the battle kept grazing her body like cannonballs.
The combined pressure almost made her breathless.
If she hadn't been able to summon the supernatural body and rely on the blue undead to defend herself from some attacks, she even doubted that she would be able to even get close.
The summoned dead spirit was like a human shield, helping her resist most of the spilled aftermath.
At this distance, Mo Ling could already see the human bugs below the battlefield.
Most of the originally thorny and nearly immortal human bugs had been wiped out.
Not eliminated in the true sense.
But the speed of division can no longer keep up with the speed of disappearance.
In the deep pit tens of meters away, intermittent roars sounded pitifully.
"Hungry..."
"Hungry..."
These bugs are often destroyed by the Lin An group above them before they even speak half of it, leaving only the human bugs at the bottom to split into new bugs again.
Breathing hard.
Seeing the psychic explosions exploding in front of her not far away, Little Mo Ling reluctantly raised her head, her dark eyes constantly distinguishing familiar figures.
At this distance, she couldn't bear it anymore.
It was like a huge boulder weighing down her body, the layers of domains weighing on her made her bones creak.
The summoned undead bodies also have a faint tendency to dissipate.
Which one is the real Lin An?
Try to distinguish.
High-speed moving red dots left afterimages on the retina.
Mo Ling struggled to find traces of Lin An's body.
Not the white monster, not the one with the mask...
There are too many.
Every Lin An has the same face, and even the breath is almost the same.
After a while, Mo Ling realized in despair that he could not find Lin An at all.
While guessing, Chu An said Lin An's true identity. Probably mixed with the unified form of myself.
The same attack method, the same means, the same appearance.
"Lin An!"
Take a deep breath.
Mo Ling gritted his teeth and tried to make a sound.
Her voice was quickly muffled by the deafening sonic boom.
Wake up Lin An, can you wake up Lin An? !
worrying and nervous.
She wasn't sure if Lin An could hear her voice or recognize her...
Just, the next second.
Time seemed to quiet down.
Hundreds of gazes suddenly fell on her.
Just as the fighting stopped, Lin An, who was fighting with each other, suddenly turned his head and stared at her expressionlessly.
The atmosphere throughout the whole process suddenly condensed.
His expression froze.
Before Mo Ling could speak again.
In his imagination, maybe Lin An reacted when he heard his voice, and maybe he could find the real Lin An among the many Lin Ans.
But imagination is still imagination.
The nearest one, Lin An, whose head was almost split in half, suddenly flashed a white light in his eyes.
Flip your wrist.
A bloody sword shadow instantly struck her head.
The violent sword breath revealed cold killing intent.
"laugh!"
Nearly 100 meters across.
Cut out with one sword.
There is no so-called arousal and recognition, no stimulation.
Her appearance seemed to have no meaning.
The head was cut open.
A faint line of blood appeared silently on Little Mo Ling's forehead.
The unfinished words stopped in his mouth.
"I am.."
"Mo Ling..."
Lin An turned back indifferently as he slashed out the sword.
"Crack."
The little body slowly fell to the ground.
....
"Mo...ling!?!!"
At the edge of the battlefield, Zhang Tie stared blankly at the black dot representing Mo Ling and fell to the ground.
His hands and feet were cold, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on his head.
He had thought about this scene, but when it actually happened, the huge impact made him feel unreal.
Mo Ling... died just like that! ?
There was no time to react, and his whole body was trembling.
The next second.
The sky, which was illuminated red by the firelight, suddenly dimmed.
Darkness has fallen.
Shadow-like darkness quickly spread from high in the sky, and then the scene froze, and the figure that was constantly fighting in the air was also frozen.
A shadow slowly stood up from the corpse.
