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Wu Ming was kicked in the face, flew more than ten meters away, and slammed into the ground again.

But he was not unconscious, he was still breathing, and his cheeks were swollen at a speed that could be seen by his eyes, but this did not prevent him from staring angrily at the monstrous demon.

He seemed to want to curse, but unfortunately the broken ribs restricted the movement of his ribs, and he couldn't make a sound, all he could do was stare at the past to show that he still hadn't given in.

Holly couldn't hold it anymore and raised her arms to the back of the monster's head. But she knew the consequences of doing so, just like the blind man standing beside her, who, though he also secretly clenched the handle of his katana, could only hold back, hold his breath, grit his teeth, and bear it silently.

The steel knife was already pressed to his throat, and the ferocious monster leaned down, its face slowly approaching his prey, close at hand.

"Stand up!" Kita's face twisted and chuckled, the skeleton's eyes as if they could shoot a cold light, "Stand up, enemy!" The game is endless! ”

The demons have been stirred up. The enemy in front of him had probably inflicted the worst damage in his life, Dakra had been knocked out of the rift, and his carefully repaired face had been attacked hundreds of times, but in addition to making him more violent, it also brought him unexpected excitement.

Chita had never imagined that he would be hurt during his long fighting career, let alone that the damage would come from such a lowly creature, and he couldn't believe that there would be so many twists and turns in this hunt that had been judged to be easy.

The opponent in front of him was obviously about to die, but before that, he deserved more humiliation and torture!

"Stand up!"

The blade was not cut, and it was still the incomparably heavy foot that came over.

Wu Ming flew to the fence of the yard, the wooden stake the thickness of his forearm, which broke as soon as he hit it.

This battlefield is really undesirable.

Wu Ming thought in a trance: there is no thirty-meter-thick alloy floor here, no steel fence that reaches into the sky, and no dark energy net...... Such an environment is only suitable for living, but it can never adapt to the needs of battle.

The same is true of this world, where there is weak, soft earth, fragile rocks, and all sorts of flesh and blood, which will be hurt if you are not careful, and destroyed and destroyed if you exert a little force.

There is no help. All of them are and cannot be saved......

The blade pressed down on his throat again, and Wu Ming really wished it was cut off like that, and everything was over.

However, a drop of liquid fell, slowly falling onto the glittering steel surface.

It was a drop of blood, a drop of blood that dripped from between the red ghost's teeth.

That old man, is he dripping blood too?

Wu Ming had never seen such a weak red ghost, because in his impression, since he formed a battle partner with that old guy more than ten years ago, he had always been a vice-fierce ghost. He was terrifying, terrifying, and it seemed that in the world where he existed, except for the alien rulers who were high above, the only thing that made ordinary people feel the most terrifying was the skeleton that was as red as blood.

He is the code name of invincibility, and he is the devil who has not tasted defeat.

But now, he was dripping blood, like a weak human being.

"Red?" The red ghost in front of him was grumbling, angry, "Your blood? Disgusting, shameful! ”

With another kick, Wu Ming felt that he was about to fly into the sky.

"Bang!"

He still fell, like a meat about to be pushed into the slaughterhouse, although he still had vital signs, despair had already taken all life away from him.

Wu Ming had seen such a scene, and in the first 21 years of his life, he had the opportunity to witness such a scene almost every moment. The homeland has long since fallen, a population has been wiped out, living in the shadow of terror all the time, and the merciless butcher's knife has long been hoisted, and it is not known when it will fall.

It is a fate that cannot be changed, no matter how hard you try, no matter how much you struggle, the identity of the weak is already doomed - perdition!

"Don't close your eyes, damn it!"

Holly was probably shouting, but what she asked, Wu Ming couldn't do.

Wu Ming was so tired that he just wanted to sleep for a while and hand over this body, because he couldn't afford it, and the body that had been pinned on too much hope.

When that task was commissioned, he always knew that with that task was the desire of billions of people to come back to life, invisible, but visible.

Wu Ming had never seriously thought about whether he could turn that hope into reality, just like that plan, which was so hasty that it was almost a joke. He just showed up in that position, but never made similar preparations.

Yes, success is back, but what does that change?

It's all in vain, because everything is predestined!

Close your eyes, at least this pain in front of you will soon pass, the so-called strongest consciousness fighter in history is only the strongest under the qualifier, and there is still a difference between heaven and earth from the real strongest.

The knife will eventually be cut, and death will come.

Another kick came, Wu Ming no longer felt the pain, just flew lightly, like rootless catkins, flying from one time and space that did not belong to him, and flew towards another time and space that did not belong to him......

"The fate is the surrender of the cowardly!"

A voice seemed to greet him, in the void of time and space.

"If you are determined to embark on a journey, leave behind misery and humiliation, laugh at hardships and helplessness, sing with flesh and blood, and dance with your soul!"

Wu Ming still remembers that it was a farewell song, sung by a team of desperate and helpless dead soldiers, the tune was somber and full of sentimentality. At this moment, it still echoed in his mind, didn't it know that the fighter they had high hopes on had already given up hope?

It's a pity that the fighter is going back.

He was a coward, because he was sure that he could not change the tragic end, that he could not carry the heavy hope.

"If you decide to embark on a journey, there is no need to look back, and I will still bless you a thousand years from now."

This voice seems to be......

Lydia?

Her face seemed to appear in the void, smiling faintly, smiling sweetly and charmingly.

Wu Ming could see that her eyes were a little sad, but it was not a sorrow of complaining, but a sadness that felt a little heartache. She had probably found the trick, the kind of emotion that only the ancients would have.

Or maybe...... She's not Lydia, she's Lilac!

They look exactly the same, they are the same person, especially when they laugh, the shallow dimple will be revealed at the left corner of their mouth.

She's still a lilac, right?

Although she was shot, she should still be alive, and it was in that wooden house that a miracle was happening to her!

Wu Ming slowly opened his eyes, wanting to see more realistically, even if he only saw the last look at this world, what he hoped to catch his eyes was the stubborn girl with a beautiful name.

The dilapidated wooden house, riddled with bullet holes, was still there, unchanged, and the girl was not seen in front of the house.

It was just an illusion, it happened in the mind, as if life was coming to an end, and in a hurried glance, you would see the images of what you had experienced, jumping and chaotic in front of you, some of which might be real, some of which were just illusions.

However, Wu Ming still saw some truth.

The blind man was no longer where he was, and neither was the female thief.

They seem to have broken their pre-war agreement and are joining forces to attack Chita.

No wonder the wormfoot was no longer kicking hard, it turned out that Kita had found a new playmate, and they were probably fighting in a hot and fierce manner.

Those two guys, did they also get delirious from the beating?

They should be able to see that it was useless, and that they could only delay it for a minute or two. They weren't opponents, neither Holly's beautiful dagger nor Furukawa's razor-sharp katana could do any damage to the monster. Because Kita will not hesitate to use her true skills, the cloak will re-cover her entire body in a matter of seconds, and the Shadow Blade will soon be revealed, swinging ferociously, leaving only two piles of charred bones.

Wu Ming didn't care anymore, because he knew that he couldn't change anything, the damned one would die after all, sooner or later, the terrifying clouds would soon envelop the entire planet, and everything had become irreversible.

But he wanted to look at Lilac again, and the girl who fell in that room.

In order to prepare for this battle of life and death, Wu Ming had missed that opportunity before, but now, everything had settled, and he couldn't allow himself to miss it again.

Wu Ming was crawling, extremely difficult, moving inch by inch.

The distance was very close, only six or seven meters away from the door, as if closing the eyes, and as soon as you opened them again, the destination was reached. But it seemed to be far away, so far away, thousands of miles away, even if Wu Ming exhausted all his strength, he would never be able to reach it.

Every part of his body seemed to convey the message of pain, Wu Ming could no longer tell where the most serious injuries appeared, and his limbs should have lost their ability to move, as if every bone had been shattered into centimeter-sized bone chips, which made him only rely on the strength of his jaw to drag himself.

Inch by inch, he moved forward, his consciousness sometimes lucid, sometimes blurred.

Wu Ming felt that he had seen the lilacs. She shone with golden light, and stood calmly in the void, far away, but looking unusually clear.

She was really smiling, smiling contentedly.

She seems to be saying, "I thank you on behalf of the people, my hero ......"

"That's enough, right?" Wu Ming comforted himself and said, "Is it necessary to struggle again?" Hope has been dashed, and they are dying together, as if ...... Very happy......"

The buzzing sound was ringing, and I don't know if the sound was ringing in the sky or appearing in Wu Ming's mind.

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