"I'm not God, and I don't need to be." Chu Ming shook his head.

"You are, and if you don't agree, you're the Grim Reaper, and your woman will die on your selfishness."

Ghost Jun said, he stared at Chu Ming's expression tightly, judging what decision he should make. If it really doesn't work, you can only use extreme measures. The Protoss still has some good things, such as the Inquisition, and the methods of torturing the blasphemers are very creative.

"My women take care of themselves, and so does she." Chu Ming turned around, and Miss Pori was burning not far away.

This unquenchable burning must have been painful, as evidenced by the three twisted corpses on the ground. But Miss Pori is motionless, and she is proving to her man that she is not a burden, that she is a gentle, considerate, reserved, family-oriented, and self-caring woman.

"I am not God, but the Fall is always wrong, so I can only be bound and forbidden by the law. The law is a law because it is not tolerant, unforgiving, and uncompromising. Giant, you have a point. ”

Chu Ming lowered his head, as if talking to himself.

"There are no laws, only rules. It is too early for you to make the law. ”

Another voice answered in the air.

"What if it has to be?"

"Vote on the altar, death veto. You've decided? ”

"Yes!"

"Okay, vote on the altar. Although I was expecting more souls, I still felt that it was a rash decision. ”

Ju said, and in the middle of his voice, a puzzle-like emblem appeared on the ground, and this emblem moved disorderly. From time to time, he also lets out a tooth-aching scream.

"Altar of Divine War!"

The priests of the Protoss roared, and they fell prostrate to the ground, muttering prayers and retreating in strange postures.

The roar of the sacrifice was like the wind blowing across the grassland, and the Protoss soldiers fell to their knees in unison, retreating with their knees in fear. It didn't take long for the Protoss army to disappear from view, leaving only the ground full of chaos.

"They actually remember the voting altar, it seems that the disaster was too profound."

Talking about the long past, Ju slowly appeared beside Chu Ming. This time he did not attach himself to any physical body, but appeared in the form of pure energy. Chu Ming could see him. But others can't see it.

"What should I do?" Chu Ming asked.

"The law requires a vote to pass, and this altar is the place of extreme voting. A veto by either one person will make the law untenable, so you have to keep it from having any objections. Plus-"

The Giant Void Body couldn't make out its expression, but his tone was almost solemn.

"The law is also a type of rule. So. Even I don't know what the consequences of doing this will be. I hope you remember what I taught you at the last time. That's all I can do. ”

"Thank you."

Chu Ming nodded, his gaze firmly at the voting altar. The puzzle there is already complete, and only then is there a scream. A square luminous figure appears in front of the eyes.

Walking towards this luminous body, when the body touches it, there is a slight sense of sluggishness, but this feeling is only for a moment. When he stepped up again, Chu Ming had already passed through this glowing diaphragm and stood in the middle of the voting altar.

Standing here, Chu Ming saw clearly what those puzzle pieces were, they were all human faces. Every face was talking, they were shouting, arguing. They argued so violently that they formed screaming sounds.

"Don't step on my face!"

A voice roared angrily at Chu Ming's feet. Chu Ming moved, and another voice sounded again:

"Fuck off! I don't care about you! You're blocking me, I have something to say! The presumption of guilt is correct and conforms to the logic of philosophical affirmation. ”

"Shut up! In the clear! In the clear! Not guilty and justified!! Another voice shouted slogans.

"Fallacy! Utter fallacy! It's time to go to hell!! ”

"Truth is not sinful! In the clear! In the clear! Not guilty and justified!! ”

“……”

Every mouth speaks, every face is hysterical. Chu Ming didn't know what to do, he asked, but he wasn't sure that his voice could be heard.

"Who are you?"

This was Chu Ming's question, and his voice was completely muffled in the clamor of the argument. But when he asked the question, all the arguments stopped, and the tranquility of the moment was as unreal as an illusion. Immediately, a louder voice erupted.

"Puzzle !!"

The unanimous answer was deafening. All the faces showed expressions of contempt, as if they were proud that they were a piece of the puzzle.

The buzzing tinnitus rang for a long time, Chu Ming shook his head, and hurriedly asked while the "puzzles" were still in contempt:

"I want to make a law to judge the sins of some people, what should I do?"

"Don't ask me, I'm a puzzle." A "puzzle" replied.

"Yes, we are puzzle pieces, what do you have to answer for?" Another piece of the puzzle yawned.

"That is, we are puzzle pieces, why do we have to speak?" A "puzzle" said, and in order to prove the truth of this sentence, he closed his mouth tightly after speaking.

"Vote! Should we speak. Another voice.

"Against the vote, according to the rules-" another "puzzle" was giving his opinion, and when he said "rules", as if frightened by the word, he stopped talking. Like him, all of his faces twitched at the same time.

After a long time, a "puzzle" spoke, and his voice became smooth and monotonous.

"Applicants for the law, voting is about to begin. According to the rules, I will tell you about the rules: the rules are - the deceased abstains. ”

All the "puzzles" are closed, and their expressions are frozen, just like real puzzles. At the same time, the light curtain of the luminous body gradually became transparent, and Chu Ming saw a temple trialist walking towards here.

Passing through the diaphragm-like light curtain, the trialist was first surprised, and then laughed:

"It's a magical place, I've come to the right place. The first person to eat crabs, although dangerous, was also the first to taste the deliciousness. Introduce yourself – me. From the 'Phantom Tide Squad', you can call me a scalpel as well.

Also, I don't like trading, it's too wasteful, and looting isn't so complicated. I'd appreciate it if you could give me a hint. Of course, I'm inclined to kill you and discover the secrets of this place myself. Oh - great, I can kill you now without stress. ”

Guinea said happily that he found that the diaphragm was opaque again. It's a closed ring. No withdrawal or opposition is allowed. Death vote, abstaining from voting......

Dusk has fallen in the sling swamp, and the afterglow of the stars illuminates the wetland. Except on the battlefield.

The low-angle lighting gives the battlefield a dilapidated look, and the only thing that catches the eye is the glowing Altar of Voting.

The voting altar is opaque when it glows. Nor can it be entered; Becomes transparent when it does not emit light. One person is allowed to enter. The 'Phantom Squad' of Kibiarif entered. When he died, the body lay on the outside of the altar.

Guinea was followed by the scars of the "Tronde Squad". Killmark is a very treacherous scout who knows a lot of ways to save his life.

Killscar is also dead. His body was next to Guinea, inadvertently stacked into a cross. There was some ominous hint to this coincidence, which unnerved the trialists around him.

"Don't be afraid, he's hurt." Baninnasu of the "Glory Herald" team said, the horizontal flesh on his face shook a few times, and he looked even more ferocious.

"Indeed, the wound on his shoulder must have been left by the killing scar, and the jagged scythe that hit the killing scar is not as simple as a minor injury."

The ghost lord of the "Doomsday Trial" team was also cheering for the trialists, and he turned his head to look at the person next to him:

"It's your turn for Mad Ji, don't be afraid, he can't do it. Kill him, and the secret is ours. ”

The captain of the "Crazy Queen" team hesitated for a moment, but still pointed to one of his team members and said, "Believe in the snake, you go!" Try to fight him and grind him to death! ”

The letter snake did not hesitate and strode like an altar. Chu Ming stood inside and took advantage of this gap to light a cigarette......

The letter snake was also dead, and this result was not even surprising to the trialists outside, but when the altar was transparent again, everyone could see Chu Ming's exhaustion. Headhunting is a dangerous killing technique, and encountering a difficult letter snake consumes a lot of physical and mental strength. Chu Ming's state also set off a small climax of a round of death votes.

These trialists who have gone through a year of trials are basically people with tenacity of mind, and after a year of elimination, even if there are those who spare their lives, there are very few who are afraid of death. This is also the purpose of the trial, and death is a good teacher.

These trialists are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of death and the unknown. Chu Ming will be tired, which means that he is still a person, as long as he is a person, he is not terrible.

"Iron, weapons."

When the corpse of the tenth trialist was removed from the altar, Chu Ming called out to the iron sheet hidden nearby.

The iron sheet was not Chu Ming's means of concealment, because he could not fuse with the iron sheet. In this world, Ju and the box are both god-like beings, one in charge of the rules, the other in charge of the contract. Therefore, there is nothing to be done about the means of the box, and the imprisoned spiritual power has also become an obstacle to the inability of Chu Ming and Tie Hide to fuse.

Chu Ming didn't dare to use the blue forged as a weapon and build the skin as an armor as in the past, this kind of Azure Sanctuary technique was abandoned by most people in the Divine Temple World Realm, because the consumption of doing so would increase exponentially, and equipment was a better choice.

"The dead abstain from voting, and the weapon kills."

Chu Ming's expression was solemn, he actually didn't expect that he would use weapons so quickly, he underestimated these trialists. In this year's time, he is growing, and these trialists are also growing, they are already young and handsome people who are one in a million, and the trial has made them a leap in strength.

With the weapon in his hand, Chu Ming persisted for several rounds of challenges, and several wounds were added to his body for this. His opponents are formidable, and the damage they inflict is difficult to heal, such as the wound left on his shoulder by the Killscar's Jagged Scythe, which still unleashes continuous damage.

But Chu Ming didn't regret it, even if he knew that he was impulsive and reckless, he didn't regret it.

Do not do it for the sake of doing it—foolishness; Self-denial and revenge - benevolence. Heaven is unkind, and saints are unkind. Neither the Heavenly Dao nor the saints would care about the dogs. Those who save themselves are saved, and those who are self-reliant are always strong.

"Dao" is "truth", and "Dao" is "road". In a sense, this is Chu Ming's "Tao".

Holding the weapon in his hand, Chu Ming's heart was like water, and when he turned his head, Miss Pori was still standing there, and from behind the heavy mask, Chu Ming could feel relieved and encouraged.

"Not hatred, but law."

Chu Ming muttered to himself and clenched the weapon in his hand. (To be continued......)