The edge of the battlefield.
Xiong Hanzi, who did not dare to move his eyes for a moment, stared at the sky.
The sudden appearance of the Undead Lord really startled him.
He never thought that the undead monarch that Little Mo Ling turned into could be so terrifying.
The more I looked, the more frightened I became.
Although I don’t know what the undead monarch conjured by Mo Ling will do except fight Lin An after entering, and how he will save Captain Lin.
But after looking at it for a long time, even if he wasn't among them, it was obvious that something was wrong.
"That little girl Mo Ling...why is she getting bigger and bigger?"
"Why is there less and less Team Lin!?"
Scratched his head.
In his eyes, the black and white "armies" that were originally evenly matched have now reversed the situation.
The Lin Ans were obviously dying faster than they were dividing.
This means that Lin An's body, which was forcibly revived by Mo Ling, is gradually occupying the "place" of the split.
For a time, the black color representing the undead monarch was constantly eating away at the white color.
Due to the disparity in numbers, the white shadow that was supposed to condense into a stronger aura now dimmed strangely.
It's as if nutrients have been deprived and cannot be born.
On the other hand, on Mo Ling's side, the darkness like the twin gods of death was gradually condensing.
After repeated checks, Zhang Tie realized it no matter how stupid he was.
If the fight continues, I am afraid that the second undead monarch will appear, and Lin An's side will gradually become unable to split.
Like realizing something.
Xiong Hanzi became more and more excited as he thought about it.
"Fuck..."
"Is it possible that pervert Chu figured this out?!"
"Is he planning to conjure up many ink spirits to replace Captain Lin!?"
"There is a limit to the number of people this meme can infect!?"
Unfortunately, his brain was working to its limit. After thinking hard, he finally came up with this vague guess.
But there is no doubt that this possibility absolutely exists!
However, the happiness did not last long, Xiong Hanzi could not help but feel entangled in his heart.
If that's the case.
That Mo Ling was infected instead of Captain Lin was like drinking all the poison.
But like this, how can Little Mo Ling get back to her original state! ?
Moreover, Mo Ling has to die to become the Undead Lord, right?
Whispering to himself.
He had never believed in anything, so at this time he could only pray like a blind man worshiping Buddha, praying that Chu An would not be so perverted.
Now that he can think of a way to break the situation, he might be able to save Mo Ling.
After all, it's not like Chu An has never done anything like resurrecting people after death.
Just as he was thinking wildly, the black color that resembled the twin gods of death gradually appeared.
...
"boom!"
"boom!!"
Violent psychic collision sounds interspersed.
Full of death energy, Lin An's army, powered by the ability to resuscitate the dead, charged crazily towards the sky on the other side.
The corpse cannot be killed.
Even an aberration with extremely powerful combat power cannot withstand up to ten thousand attacks at this time.
Finally, under the corrosion of the death energy, it turned into broken bones.
One of the two aberrations died, and the split body Lin An, who was already at a disadvantage, was instantly defeated.
A large number of Lin An died.
Like the embankment collapsing, the splitting speed of Lin An's army dropped rapidly due to the huge disparity in numbers.
The ripples that were originally spreading seemed to be attracted by a magnet and began to flow towards the twin gods of death in large numbers.
It's like shunting the infection.
For a moment, emotions gradually appeared in Lin An's eyes.
Without the control of the source of infection, a figure spit out from the void and slowly emerged above the rocket ruins.
....
A splitting headache.
In mid-air, Lin An, who had barely regained consciousness, stared blankly at the battle in front of him.
His consciousness and memory still stayed at the moment when the second will received the system task.
Looking at "myself" constantly rushing out from in front of me, a strong sense of disobedience came to my mind.
Take a closer look.
I saw small groups of myself in various forms rushing towards myself covered in death energy, while high in the sky, two giant twin gods of death were frantically chasing the aberrations.
Although I can't control my body yet, I can't understand what's going on.
But looking at the scene in front of him, no matter how strong Lin An's mind was, he felt ridiculous for a moment.
What are you doing! ?
I'll hit myself again! ?
Those two Death Gods... why did they feel so familiar to him! ?
Isn’t that white bone monster his own deformed form? ?
Thoughts are like a mess.
Like him, the Second Will, which had just escaped from the memetic decay, was also a little stunned at this time.
Quickly scan the battlefield.
After a moment, the Second Will seemed to have thought of something, and a strange meaning flashed across his face:
("Lin An, we should have been controlled by memes just now.")
("Remember the bug and the mission name?")
(“If I’m not mistaken, memes have the effect of reinforcing the deepest thoughts of the mind.”)
("The human bug's predecessor may have been a hungry human, so after he ate his own limbs? He turned into an everything-eating bug?")
("And we...")
A wry smile appeared on the face of the Second Will:
("Maybe it's my problem.")
("I don't know what caused you there, but here, I may just want to go out independently. As a result, under the influence of memes, the ontology continues to split itself at each time...")
Listening to the explanation of the second will, Lin An's eyes flashed. After suppressing the shock in his heart, he quickly understood.
However, he subconsciously glanced at the Second Will.
Go out independently?
No.
The idea of the second will instinct should be to become the only "self" and then kill other Lin An.
Otherwise there is no reason to beat yourself up.
And under the influence of the meme, there should be a problem with the memory fragments.
Each memory fragment thinks that it is Lin An. In the absence of continuous memory, the fragments will mistakenly think of "themselves" and want to separate from the memories that do not belong to them.
And the split body only has fragmented abilities and thoughts...
Somewhat complicated...
Fighting back the headache, Lin An did not expose the second will's rhetoric.
The most urgent task is to figure out what the twin gods of death are.
Not only that, Lin An always felt a little heavy in his heart when he looked at the two darknesses high in the sky, as if he was very familiar with them.
An unknown thought appeared in my mind.
grim Reaper...
It can't be... Mo Ling! ?
The idea just came up.
In an instant, there was another change in the sky.
Under the attack of a large number of undead Lin An and the twin gods of death, the only remaining aberrant body could no longer hold up and was instantly exploded.
The scattered sharp bones fell to the ground like fragments.
At the same time, Lin An also suddenly felt the fluctuation of the meme, and instantly released it from his body, and turned to the twin gods of death in the sky.
Return to action.
Out of trouble! ?
Lin Anhe's second will was suddenly shocked, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief.
The next second.
The twin gods of death, who had been imbued with a large number of memes, suddenly froze in place.
An aura more terrifying than before began to gather crazily.
The originally vague darkness gradually emerged into concrete images.
Under the cloak, that face looked so familiar.
Looking at the outline of the facial features on that face, Lin An couldn't help but be stunned.
Although it doesn't quite match her memory, but if you look closely, she looks exactly like her.
That is...
Mo Ling! ?
