MTL - I Can Extract My Identity and Join the Death Game-Chapter 46

While speaking, the second judgment has also come.

This time, a crystal skull was placed on the left side of the scale, and this time, the side representing Lu Shixi's heart was slightly raised, which meant that she had already lost this trial!

In Lu Shixi's vision, boundless black air surged in, freezing to the bone, causing her to gasp for breath.

But she still managed to survive with many bonuses, and when she regained her senses, she shouted to Zhao Yeshou beside her: "Come on! This is not a place where you can interfere! Any of his random instant-death spells can be used. If it costs your life, don't think it's safe to have a death-free magic tool!"

Zhao Yechuang frowned slightly and said, "A designated instant-death spell? Is there a way to transfer it to me?"

"...?"

Lu Shixi forgot what he was going to say, and looked at Zhao Yeshou in astonishment.

What did he just say?

Want to take on the one-death spell for yourself?

Zhao Yesui thought she had not recovered yet, and emphasized it again: "Is there a way to transfer his instant death spell to me? Hurry up, there is no time!"

What does he mean?

Want to... die for me?

Lu Shixi was speechless for a while, and after a while he said in a dry voice that was not his own: "No."

While they were talking, the third judgment had already come.

A delicate white bone cane was placed on the left side of Libra, and the right side still symbolized Lu Shixi's heart, but this time, the right side was raised so high that it was completely impossible to measure it!

What it brought was a much more sinister trial than the last time.

Lu Shixi felt that he was engulfed by the black air, surrounded by a pair of eyes peeping at him, indifferent and ruthless, all waiting for her to reveal her flaws. Suddenly, Lu Shixi heard a melodious song, desolate and melodious, and mournful for a long time. Even if she forced herself not to listen, she couldn't help but fall into the melody of the song.

Just when Lu Shixi was about to get lost in it, an expressionless figure appeared in front of her, raised the revolver at her temple, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

boom!

With the sound of this gunshot, Lu Shixi also returned to reality, and couldn't help holding the iron bullet hanging around his neck.

[Vietnamese Turntable]

[Rank: Brave]

[Type: Special/Accessory]

[Special effect: exempts the wearer from an instant death judgment with a judgment sequence below 5, can be charged, and the charging time is 6 days]

[Note: Before you, this bullet has already claimed the lives of five people, please use it with confidence]

"...Well, you were rescued in the end."

A trace of complicated emotions flashed in Lu Shixi's pupils, and he quickly regained his composure, and said to Zhao Yesui: "Okay, his three axes have been used up, this is what Shuer sees. Family skills, the three trials of the lanterns, each time is more dangerous, but if it is successful, he will not be able to use this skill on me for the next seven days."

"Okay, just do as we said before, you leave, I'll go..."

"Where are you going, do you have any other items to avoid death?" Zhao Yesui interrupted her rudely and said, "Okay, leave here with Hera, the farther the better, you stay here. Instead, I couldn't cast my fists."

"?"

Lu Shixi didn't understand Zhao Yesui's meaning at all.

At this moment, Hera also ran up to the watchtower panting, pushed open the door, and when she saw that both of them were safe, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, nothing happened to you, what should we do next?"

Zhao Yesui looked at Hera and said calmly, "Do you remember what you said to me before?"

Hera was stunned for a moment, then realized something and opened her mouth: "Mr. Helios, what do you mean..."

"Yes, that's it, the maximum equivalent, take me as the coordinate, and shoot at me." Zhao Yeshou said lightly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"No, it won't work for him, he will find out." Hera shook her head and said, "Also, Lord Helios, you can't bear a similar shock again."

"Don't worry, he can't find it, and I'm sure."

Zhao Yeshou shrugged and said seriously to the two of them: "The only way of swordsmen is to go forward."

p.s. Strictly speaking, I am a two-in-one chapter, in fact, the update speed is the average line of the author of the cat station (x

Chapter 85: Authority and the Gods

On the watchtower, Zhao Yesui quietly waited for Shuer's arrival.

The Liming Development Zone is empty, and the survivors have long been evacuated by Hera, and just now, Hera and Lu Shixi also boarded the last boat. At this moment, only Zhao Yesao is left in the forgotten land. Here, facing an unprecedented powerful enemy.

Lu Shixi's question was still vivid in his mind.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Zhao Yesui still remembered that she looked at herself with disbelief, and said, "Didn't you listen to me before? That is a Lord. If you do evil, you can harm a country. If you do good, you can protect the people of all directions. This army of 900,000 undead is just a matter of spending more time for him, leave with us quickly, you are playing a car!"

"Is the mantis a car?" Zhao Yesui just smiled noncommittally: "Who is the mantis and who is the car?"

So what about the monarch, Zhao Yesui has been preparing for so long, and he is planning for the worst situation.

"The time, the right place, the people and the people are all in my hands. It is impossible to get such good conditions." Zhao Yesui said to Lu Shixi seriously: "At this moment, I will kill you here. this fellow."

Where did the weather come from, where did the land come from, and where did the people and people come from?

Lu Shixi didn't understand Zhao Yesui's meaning at all, but after Hera's persuasion, he finally left.

It didn't take long for Zhao Yesui to wait for his opponent.

In front of Liming Development Zone, a crooked white line appeared out of thin air.

Immediately afterwards, a door that looked like a child's graffiti appeared stroke by stroke in the void. Finally, when the door was formed, Shuer opened the door, stood in the sky, and looked at Zhao Yesao.

"Are you the necromancer that Dark Night said?"

He looked at Zhao Yeshou with great interest, chuckled and said, "Are you here to break the queen? Break the queen for Mostima? Ha, if you signed a contract with her, I didn't say it, but If you choose to break up for personal feelings, then I have to tell you that you chose the wrong one."

"She's not the type that has unnecessary feelings for other people, this moody, murderous monster, you're just being used by her, if you can surrender now, then I..."

"—I won't let you go."

Shure laughed arrogantly and said: "If you want to blame, you are on the wrong team. Remember, this world is dominated by the strong, and the weak are only worthy of being plundered by the strong, because the meaning of your existence is to be robbed of everything. We rule!"

Zhao Yesui just listened to his rhetoric quietly, and only said lightly at this moment, "Are you finished?"

Shu'er froze for a moment, Zhao Yeshou's calmness seemed to make him very unhappy, and his whole body exuded unpleasant emotions: "Oh, do you think pretending to be calm is useful? It's just a necromancer who got a little inheritance by luck. , do you really think you are a character?"

"Also, who gave you the courage to manipulate the undead in front of me? Remember, boy, the manipulation of the undead is a compulsory subject for all necromancers, and wild mages like you must not understand it. …”

Shuer reached out his hand towards the corpse tide under his feet, sneered and launched the capture spell. In his imagination, he should successfully grab the control of the 900,000 undead from this unknown undead mage in front of him. Come here, let him know what the sinister society is, and then experience a face-to-face N*T*R quick gan...

But, nothing happened.

Shu'er's face was still calm, but he had already tried all the means to seize the control of the undead in a hurry.

However, nothing happened.

After the embarrassing silence, he sneered and said: "Oh, there are still some means, but the manipulation of the undead is far less important in actual combat than you think. What can really change the direction of the battle is the secret that can make a final decision. technique!"

Somewhat embarrassed, Shuer raised the lantern in his hand, and the boundless darkness poured out from it. This shameless guy planned to impose the third trial of the lantern on Zhao Yechao!

"Let me think, what should I put on first?"

Shure showed a winning expression, as leisurely as a cat and mouse. After thinking about it, he grabbed a handful of dust and placed it on the left side of the scale.

"If I kill you all at once, it will be meaningless."

He grabbed it again, but found that the symbol of Zhao Yesao's life he grabbed was actually a phantom black mist.

"What special race?"

Shure didn't think much about it, because on the right side of the third trial of the Underworld Lantern was a symbol of the life of the person being judged. For special groups such as lava giants, their quantified items were not hearts.

He put the black mist on the scale and waited for the scale to shift, but the scale didn't respond from beginning to end, just like Shure didn't do anything.

After confirming that the spell had taken effect, Shuer was silent for a moment, and then he laughed louder and louder: "Haha, hahaha, hahahahahaha, your life, actually, is only equivalent to a handful of loess. Is it? It's quite interesting, isn't even a lowly goblin worth more than your life?"

"Poor and weak, poor and weak! Since your life is so meaningless, then I will give you a treat."

As Shure said, a book with a pale cover was placed on the left side of Libra, and then he activated the secret technique and opened his arms quite exaggeratedly:

"Count down to your life!"

"Three, two, one!"

In Shure's expectant gaze, Libra remained motionless.

What's the matter, I should have activated the secret technique...

Even Shuer, who has launched the three trials of the lanterns countless times, can't help but wonder if he has successfully performed the secret technique at this moment.

Normally, the trial mechanism of the third trial is to measure the value of both parties. Of course, this measurement is of course biased towards Shure. Therefore, in general rationality, in the previous round of trial, Zhao Yesao's life It is already equivalent to a handful of loess, so when Shure puts on a human skin book that records many forbidden techniques, the scales should tilt to the left without any accident...

Could it be that there is something special about this handful of loess, and the price must be comparable to a magic book?

Shuer calmly sent another handful of loess up from the ground, looked left and right, but he couldn't see anything wrong.

"Hmph, you are lucky."

In the end, although he didn't understand why the spell failed, Shuer could only snorted coldly, reluctantly admitting that Zhao Yesui's luck was not bad.

The successive failures and Zhao Yesang's calm but mocking eyes made Shuer impatient. He hesitated for a while, and solemnly placed a pure soul prism on the left side of the scale.

This is a soul prism cast from the soul of a devotee of the brave class. Even if it is placed in the abyss, the soul prism is hard currency, let alone the soul prism of a devotee of the brave class. It took Shure a lot of work to set up a seamless conspiracy to murder the devotee and transport his soul to the abyss.

Although the power of the third trial of the lantern is great, in each trial, the items placed on the left side of the scale must be paid as a price, which is why Shure will not put the most precious treasures to kill the enemy at the beginning.

There is no reason for him, this spell like a bottomless black hole has emptied his family, and he is already poor.

If it wasn't for this, he wouldn't be the pioneer this time. Everyone knows that the first guy to come to the world will definitely receive the most enthusiastic "reception" from the local indigenous people. Shure also offered a generous reward for Olfindland. I just came here bravely.

But at this moment, under Zhao Yesao's repeated slaps in the face (Zhao Yesang: I didn't speak at all, and I didn't do anything at all), Shure finally decided to take out the precious treasure and put it away at one time. Zhao Yeshou killed him.

He looked at the soul prism on the left side of Libra with a gloomy expression, even if he had no face, he could still feel the pain in his flesh at the moment.

"Damn, if you don't hold several million-level blood sacrifices in this world, this time will be a complete loss...!"

Shure activated the spell, thinking that this time the necromancer should be rectified on the spot, but he saw that Libra was still motionless.

In contrast, the Soul Prism slowly dissipated into smoke, making a silent mockery to Shure.

"My Prism..."

Once, Shure thought that the saddest thing in the world is that people are still alive, but the money is gone. Now, he found that there are more terrible things in the world than this.

That is when he spent a lot of money, but the enemy was still safe.

At this time, Shure vaguely realized the truth of the trial.

The black fog that symbolizes Zhao Yesang's life is not equivalent to loess or the magic book, it is just too lazy to move.

Like a monarch aloof, looking down indifferently at the funny clown below, talking to himself, not saying a word or saying a word.

It's not that he's fascinated by the clown's performance.

Just because he was too lazy to move.

Grief, anger, and indescribable shame brewed into violent killing intent.

Shu'er's face was sinking like water, he looked at Zhao Yeshou, and an unprecedented bright flame erupted from the lantern in his hand.

It was at this moment that Zhao Yesui raised his head, stared at Shu Er, and said lightly, "Is it enough to talk to yourself?"

"Next, it's my turn."

As his words fell, the originally calm sea of ​​corpses suddenly changed.

The corpses suddenly hugged each other frantically, their limbs squirming as if they had life, and within a few seconds, a flesh and blood giant more than ten meters tall was born, and it continued to grow all the time.

"what is this?"

Shure once thought that he could be considered a master of necromancy, but at this moment, he did not perceive any magic fluctuations, nor did he see any magic circles, and everything that happened in front of him was beyond common sense!

It was as if a **** had flung his decree softly, saying, "Assemble!" and death, obediently obeying his command, began to assemble itself.

It's not magic at all.

This is authority.

Shure felt a slight tremor, not only because of the fear of the unknown, but also because of excitement.

Even a mere degenerate can master such mighty power after possessing such authority, so what if it was him?