"Who are you!!!!!!!!!!!"

Bai Huang's roar echoed through the empty hall like a hysterical beast, and the meaning of the phrase "who are you" was also another meaning in this strange situation—"who am I". Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When one day you change your body but meet your former "self", while shocking and questioning the other party, you will inevitably question yourself, who is the real "self". Just like Bai Huang watched a movie "The Sixth Day" before, the protagonist thinks that his clone has taken over his family, business and everything, but the final truth is that the protagonist who thinks he is the ontology is the so-called clone.

Probably influenced by this deeply influential film, or perhaps for other reasons, in any case, while he saw another "self", he inevitably flashed a trace of questioning his own existence.

This hysterical roar is not so much a question as a venting and covering up of his inner turmoil, such a childish and ridiculous behavior has shown how much the impact of the other "self" in front of him is on him, although his character is not cowardly, let alone a glass heart, but his heart at this moment is indeed extremely shaken. Because if even the original "human" side is denied, then how can he, an immortal, who is already weakly connected to this world, find the meaning of his existence?

As written in the novel, not everyone has the ambition to unify the world, and not everyone wants to be the first in the world.

Bai Huang's inner activities at this time were so complicated that it was like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, it was just a mess and a bunch of gibberish, so he could only roar like a beast towards the source of his chaos, but it was also just a phantom, perhaps too real and shocking, so that Bai Huang couldn't calmly judge that he was just a phantom, he roared and pounced on the other party, and the result was naturally penetrating through it.

"Hey, bones, calm down, do you see any illusions again?"

Shirley's slightly anxious cry shook Bai Huang's chaotic spirit, and he didn't notice that before he turned his head, a pale mask covered his face silently, and the smooth surface did not have any texture modification, only a pair of faint soul fires, which looked extremely terrifying.

Shirley naturally didn't see the pale mask that disappeared in an instant, she looked at Bai Huang, who slowly turned around and seemed to calm down, and said softly: "Haven't you seen a lot of illusions before?

Shirley saw that Bai Huang had calmed down and stopped moving forward, but her palms hanging back had already lit up with a beast pattern, and she could deal with emergencies at any time, if Bai Huang went crazy without saying a word, she was absolutely sure that Da Xiong would help him sober up.

After the pale mask disappeared, Bai Huang quickly calmed down, he also felt inexplicable about his emotions just now, but in retrospect, he didn't find anything wrong, as if it was indeed just his own self-denial because of extreme shock, which led to mental confusion and emotional uncontrollability. Everything made sense, but he just had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

"I'm fine, just from just getting out of control. Bai Huang waved his hand to show that he had calmed down, but he didn't plan to tell Shirley about the "vision" he saw, and the ghost's big black and white eyes were wandering, but seeing that Bai Huang didn't want to say more, he didn't want to be bored.

One person and one skeleton began to "divide the work" again, and Shirley began to circle around the throne, but no matter what, as a believer in a god, she would not do anything blasphemous, even if that god had fallen. Bai Huang, on the other hand, began to stare at the fiery figure motionlessly, as if he wanted to see the flowers.

The more he looked, the more he affirmed that the other party was "himself" in many details, and as for further speculation, any blind guessing was a waste of time except for annoying himself before there was enough intelligence information. 1+1 is naturally equal to 2, and even 1+x represents a certain meaning, but if you can't even figure out the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division between 1 and x, you don't need to waste energy trying to come up with any equation results.

Bai Huang doesn't know what it means to have a "self" in front of the throne, and he doesn't know what the connection between this "self" and the high-tech instruments and equipment he saw before is also an illusion, but the only thing that is certain is that as the only "person" who appears in the illusion, it will inevitably be particularly special.

Bai Huang looked motionless just like the "self" on the other side, and gradually he found that the other party's gaze seemed to penetrate himself, through the thick wall, through the emptiness, and he didn't know where he fell, he involuntarily walked over, his figure overlapped with "himself", and suddenly, he had an illusory sense of traveling through time and space, and the walls of the palace could no longer block his gaze.

He saw the sky, the blazing sky, he saw the earth, the shattered and broken earth. In the distance, a fiery cloud was cut through the sky by a beam of light that crossed the sky, staining half of the sky red, and it was the sight of a group of red dragons standing at the top of the food chain being slaughtered in an instant like livestock hanging from a slaughterhouse. At the end of the earth, the figures of the four elemental ancient giants were rapidly occupying his field of vision, the fire giants unleashed the flames of the burning city, the earth giants threw mountains of boulders, the wind giants rolled up the destruction tornado, and the water giants set off monstrous waves.

The roar of war beasts, the charging of valiant warriors, and the destruction of towers by rows of siege engines continue to assault the holy city, known as the "Never-Falling", but their enemies are not gods and heroes, but dense and cold machinery.

A golden one-eyed colossus dozens of meters tall would cause huge casualties to those "little bits" just by moving its six lower limbs, which were as thick as giant pillars but as sharp as guns, and the huge one-eyed on its round body was beginning to regather energy, and the beam of light that had just sliced the red dragons like fish on a chopping board was its masterpiece.

Floating around the Colossus are dense floating cannons and linkage shield generators, which set fire to the Griffon Knights and Dragon Eagle Knights who attempt to storm the Colossus into a pile of ashes. And the heavy armored guards and round self-detonating marbles on the ground made it impossible for the combined forces of various races to advance one piece, and even the battle line was constantly pushed back. Those who can set foot on this land of God are the elites who are not afraid of death, but the cruel reality tells them that even if they burn their lives, they will not be able to cause substantial damage to the dense "monsters" in front of them, because after fighting wave after wave, it seems endless, and the front lines of the two sides are constantly piling up flesh and blood corpses and mechanical wreckage, layer upon layer.

I can't see the battlefield of gunsmoke, but it is filled with extremely tragic iron and blood, the coalition forces of all races are not afraid of death to squander their blood and life, just to destroy the cold machinery, a warrior wields a one-arm punch and bombards the heavy metal shell, his weapon has already been thrown with the broken arm to the unknown corner, but he is still unstoppable, his red eyes are about to split, he let out the last roar of his life, burst out all the remaining fighting energy in his body, and before he can attack the capillaries of the whole body, they burst one after another, dyeing him into a bloody man, but his blow with all his strength only shattered a piece of front armor of the behemoth like a chariot in front of him。

The one-armed warrior's oil-dried body was ruthlessly crushed into a blood-red color, becoming a member of the unrecognizable broken corpses on the ground, but even if the moth fights the fire mantis arm as a car, his sacrifice is not meaningless, because the candle flame will be extinguished under the continuous impact of the moths, and the overwhelming flying mantis can also block the rolling of the wheels, even if it comes at the cost of accumulating white bones and Yingye blood corpses. The meaning of life is not only in its length and thickness, but also in the sudden blooming fire of life, which is as bright as a summer flower and as hot as the rising sun, and goes forward to defend the indomitable and free will with death.

The torrent of steel is like a meat grinder on the battlefield, and the allied forces of all races use their flesh and blood to make these cold and cruel war machines stuck and scrapped and completely destroyed. The roar of the warrior is the main theme of the high, and together with the charge of the knight, the whistling of the cloud arrows, and the roar of magic, it forms an iron-blooded but tragic war song.

Roar! Roar! Killing sound shook the sky!

The blood-soaked war lasted for an unknown amount of time, until Hoyred's gates were breached by iron horsemen, and the flames of war finally spread to the city. The last "block" of the earth giant thrown by the earth giant before the elemental core was destroyed was shattered by a high-powered spirit cannon, but the shattered rock mass fell into the city like raindrops, instantly making the magnificent and sacred Hoyred a mess, the building collapsed, the road shattered, and a huge rock crashed into the shield outside Valhalla, shattering, and a lightning bolt struck the Immortal Tablet, blasting the upper half of the stone tablet into a piece of rubble.

The war has entered the final stage of fighting, and no one cares whether to protect the ruins of the holy city or whether it will blaspheme.

The red-eyed coalition of clans charged and charged again and again, as if to destroy the former holy city in the crowd, and the city was in flames, explosions roared everywhere, and both sides suffered heavy losses, which was foreseen from the beginning.

Bai Huang faintly heard a sigh, he didn't know if it was himself or "himself", in the slowly closing gaze of "himself" the last thing he saw was a dreamlike pillar of light hanging from the clouds, and then everything fell silent.

But then there was a dense whistling sound in the air, and the black, white and gray vision was restored, and the dim hall was shaking, but it was not the walls that were shaking, but the space.

"It's time to go......"

A low, vicissitudes of voice came into Shirley's ears, and she turned her head, faintly seeing a bewitching red like blood and fire before being pulled into the spatial passage.