Huang Laoxie didn't know what state he was in now, as if he had already given birth to a second personality in his body, 'he' appeared so suddenly and took away control of his body.

His perception seemed to suddenly rise into the air, looking down at himself from a third perspective, looking down at the entire battlefield.

The blood mist was easily pierced by him, and countless voices echoed in Huang Laoxi's ears, some of them were trembling whispers, others were generous and heroic roars of death, and without exception, these people were praying to the god of war, Kampas, that they could defeat the enemy, or obtain a heroic and heroic solution.

With just one thought, he could follow those voices to find the people praying, these people were struggling to survive in the area shrouded in blood mist, there were aborigines, there were also players, along with the prayers of these people, and the hard work, a trace of strength filled Huang Laoxi's soul, making him feel that he was constantly getting stronger.

With a trance, Huang Laoxi's mind continued to spread around, as vast as the sky and the earth, and more and more noisy voices echoed in his mind, making him almost unable to think, and could only passively read those voices.

"Countless years ago, before the whole world was rebooted, I was like you, feeling lost in the face of an enemy like Chaos, not knowing how I could achieve victory, like these praying men."

A voice suddenly appeared, dispelling the voice in Huang Laoxi's mind and saving him from the brink of a mental breakdown.

"No, it's not just me, the entire human civilization is confused, and it seems that no matter what we do, it won't help." The voice continued: "Some people choose to give up, some people choose to fall, but we don't, we keep fighting until we die. ”

Huang Laoxi's mind conjured up blurry pictures, on the apocalyptic battlefield, stubborn figures bloomed like ink paintings, and then dissipated into the background.

"When we first learned of Chaos' arrangements for this world, we fought the most radical rebellion, and with unimaginable determination, we paid an unimaginable price." The voice still seems to be lamenting the decision at that time: "But everything is still irretrievable, so we decided to leave something for you in the future." ”

Huang Laoxie listened to the voice tell the eternal past with unprecedented tranquility, and he already knew that this was a 'self-talking' conversation.

"But what should we leave you? We are you, we have what we have, and what we don't want to leave you is our experience, because it is all the experience of failure, and if we had the slightest chance, we would not have been born of you. The voice said with some regret: "Nothing we can give can pose a threat to Chaos, and in the end we have decided to fight to the end, and the will not to be discouraged is left to you, because of all possibilities, the last thing we want is the future us, and now you have chosen to give in in the face of Chaos." ”

A proud smile appeared on Huang Laoxi's face, because they had indeed done it.

"Chaos may kill us and corrupt us as individuals, but as a civilization, we will never succumb, we would rather be exterminated, ravaged, and destroyed than become the next Chaos dependents." That voice echoed in Huang Shiren's mind like Hong Zhong: "I am here to prove to you that in the past countless reincarnations, we have not given in, and we have been fighting to the end, fighting to the death!" ”

"This time, it's no exception!" Huang Shiren opened his eyes suddenly, he was still deep in the blood mist, and in front of him was Manolos, who was laughing wildly.

And at some point in his hand, a translucent spear that was red even in the blood mist appeared, no more hints were needed, Huang Shiren raised the spear and stabbed forward, the action was simple and unpretentious, but the spear was like a storm that stirred up the entire blood mist, condensing a whirlwind on the tip of the spear.

The spear pierced straight into Manolos' back, piercing through his chest, and the swirl of blood mist instantly opened a huge hole in his chest that was large enough for Huang Shiren to drill through.

Unabated, the spear fanned out the Maginot Line behind Manolos and spread into the distance, dispersing a vast expanse of blood mist.

However, Manolos did not fall, it turned its head to face Huang Shiren, laughing while coughing up blood through the gap in his helmet: "You know, I have been waiting for this moment, waiting for us to reunite as a ridiculous trinity. ”

"Ahem! Cough! Manolos laboriously took off his helmet and threw it aside, under the helmet, it had a face that resembled Huang Shiren, but it was far more tyrannical than him: "What did that ridiculous god of war say to you?" Ahem, ahem, forget it, it's not important, it's all nonsense if you don't pull it, the point is that the blood god is tired of this game, and I'm here today to have a break between us. ”

"Do you know why that so-called god of war has been operating in the Old World?" One by one, Manolos took off his heavy armor, and in the process, he allowed the huge hollow in his chest to scatter fragments of his organs, and his vitality was tenacious and terrifying.

The spear in Huang Shiren's hand had completely disappeared, as if it had never appeared, and he could feel that his physical strength was flowing abnormally, and it was obvious that the earth-shattering blow was not without a price.

"Because he doesn't dare to operate in the areas you frequent, the Uniqueness of the Plane will remove the stowaway from you." Manolos laughed and said, "Only the existence of our lord can fool this ridiculous world!" ”

"You can indeed kill me." Manolos stared at Huang Shiren's eyes and asked word by word, "But, what about the price?" ”

Huang Shiren's consciousness was withdrawn again at that moment, and the voice whispered in his mind: "I used to think that I could bear everything and persevere to the end, but I was wrong, I was tired, my heart was dark, I'm sorry, but I can only hand over my responsibilities to you." ”

"Damn, I've gotten used to pretending to be forced for so many years, and I apologize to you and me!" The voice suddenly scolded in an extremely familiar tone from Huang Shiren: "It's time for Lao Tzu to clock in and retire, it's time for you young people to take over, you are very tired of being a god, you work hard!" ”

Before Huang Shiren could scold back, the voice disappeared, and was replaced by the old Huang evil in front of Manolos and smiled: "The price is that Lao Tzu is crazy and even kills himself, you hit the street!" ”