It's just the mad nineteen who died,

But since Mu Shao'an's fate is linked to him, the death of Mad Nineteen also hurts him, which is the magic and horror of fate.

It can turn people who are completely unrelated to you into your friends, relatives, and lovers.

Under the manipulation of fate, everything is a pawn, at the mercy of others.

Mu Shao quietly watched his upper limit of health drop by 10,000 points in an instant, and didn't say anything, he was still the sacrifice who voluntarily walked to the altar, the enemy he had to face was not a person, not a specific existence, and it was even likely that there would be no independent will, but that was the end of fate, the god of fate.

This is a desperate war, like a powerful man shouting at the sky, hating the sky and hating the earth! Where is there any enemy?

Because the enemy is everywhere.

This is fate, in every corner, in every plane, in every moment, there is its own invisible rope that sends everyone into the final vortex.

A raging flame burned, and a rough altar began to take shape.

There was a smug laugh in the sky, and faces flashed in the dark clouds, none of them were the masters of fate, but the sacrificers of fate, and it was precisely because of their sacrifices that this whirlpool of fate would become more and more terrifying.

The battlefield disappeared, and Mu Shaoan appeared on the rough altar, his head was covered with ropes, his limbs were ropes, and his whole body was tied to a bronze pillar, this is his real situation at the moment - the sacrificer.

He was still calm, and all around, the blood word seemed to cheer, but it was a pity that fate could not make fun of the poor sacrificer, or, in another way?

The altar is still changing, and the upper limit of one million health points that Mu Shao'an lost just now makes this altar feel like flesh and blood all of a sudden, and some wriggling flesh buds are growing, devouring, very greedy, very cheerful.

Mu Shaoan still watched quietly, his body was motionless, only in his right hand, he was holding a wisp of gray-white armor, as if he had experienced countless winds and rains, experienced vicissitudes of life, and countless pieces of armor and armor.

This belongs to the giant soldier Mad Nineteen.

The short battle just now was just a special experience, even if Mu Shaoan let Crazy Nineteen get a headshot instead of a random arrow through his heart, it would not be considered to change history, because it was not history at all just now, and Crazy Nineteen would have died a long time ago.

In a place where the laws of history are so strong, in a place where the demon of fate is sealed, it is impossible for Mad Nineteen to come back to life, and Mu Shaoan will not be able to meet him.

It's just an encounter of fate.

Therefore, there is only one reason why Mu Shaoan did that, he used this method to rip off this piece of armor from Mad Nineteen at the moment when he was shot in the head, at the moment of death, and at the moment when the law of fate was temporarily blank.

It's magical.

The blood words gathered and dispersed again, and two clouds of black and white light were generated on the altar again, it got cheap, and it wanted to continue, continue the game just now, the vivid fate is simply supremely delicious.

Mu Shao'an's finger moved, and continued to point to the black light cluster, and in the next second, the black light cluster couldn't wait to rush up and merge with Mu Shao'an.

In the next second, he returned to the battlefield of Tianqiong Island, and this time he became Mad Twenty-One.

An ordinary giant soldier who was only six meters away from Mad Nineteen.

A line of blood resurfaced.

"The sacrifice mission is ongoing: you have chosen the camp of the Celestial Giant, you have chosen to merge with the fate of the soldier Mad Twenty-One, and from this moment on, your fate is his fate, and his fate is your fate. ”

"Friendly Reminder: Based on history and fate, Soldier Twenty-One will die in five minutes from a headshot, and you will also be punished by a reduction of 1 million HP limits. ”

Ignoring the blood word, after Mu Shaoan took control of his body, he immediately turned his head to see the position that originally belonged to Mad Nineteen, as expected, that place had been replaced by another ordinary soldier of the Juque people, Mad Nineteen, there was no Mad Nineteen anymore, even if he had been solidified by history, but he still couldn't withstand the devouring of fate.

So, what does this actually mean – can it change history?

If that fate demon linked his fate to the fate of the Celestial Giant, if he died, the Celestial Giant would also die?

Of course, this condition is too harsh and impossible at all.

Fate and history are really enemies.

The corners of Mu Shaoan's mouth hooked up with a smile.

The next second, he jumped up and was killed by the feather arrow headshot again, and he successfully got the second piece of armor.

The cost remains the same, and his max HP is reduced by another million points.

The altar was more decent, larger, and something seemed to be being conceived.

And in Mu Shaoan's hands, there are two more white, fragile pieces of armor, which are brought back with the help of fate projection, and they are the most humble things, but this is not enough, far from enough.

Come to think of it, he probably needs at least a hundred armor pieces, and if he wants to be more secure, at least one hundred and fifty!

He'd have to consume 150 million health caps, but it's worth it, isn't it, he's got 1.5 billion health.

Mu Shaoan thought, like a gambler, pointed to a black ball of light, and exchanged bets again.

This time, his fate linker is Mad Thirty-Six, or the same scene, the same beginning, but in their team, there is no longer the original Mad Nineteen and Mad Twenty-one.

"Hehe!

Mu Shaoan suddenly raised two fingers at the sky, and in the next moment, he directly used the two pieces of armor he had obtained before to cut his forehead and eyebrows, and nothing was broken, but it was indeed broken.

Because what was broken was the fate of Mu Shao'an and the fate of Mad Thirty-six.

And this means that Mu Shao'an gave up his body and everything he had, but he at least controlled his fate!

What he has now is the body of Mad Thirty-Six, as well as his own soul, his body is still on the altar of fate, and it is being weakened at the rate of 10,000 health points per day, but as long as he can not die, his 1.5 billion health points are enough to hold out until he returns.

It's as simple as that.

Fate didn't fight back, because in four minutes and fifteen seconds, Mad Thirty-Six would also die.

Everything around him has become real, no longer history, no longer a projection of fate, because he Mu Shaoan has become a mad thirty-six.

This is the real battle of Tianqiong Island, this is the present, this is the moment, it is the main material world.

Destiny Zero is here!

History can also change!

It's up to him to see if he has the ability to turn the tide of the sky!

"Kill!"

Mu Shao'an roared angrily, and as soon as the giant shield smashed to the ground, a layer of silver brilliance immediately rose, it was the law of immortality, but the number was only ten units, because what he was holding in his hand was not the heavy shield of the immortal, and his body was not Mu Shao'an, the law of immortality was still very unfamiliar with his body, and the only thing he could rely on was the two pieces of armor that he had just pulled out.

But he was still not afraid.

Because—his immortal law has advanced!

Heroic souls are immortal, and war is eternal!

War is the meaning of immortality.