Death is not the end?

The angel frowned, not quite understanding what the principal meant.

However, there is no need to understand.

The angel drew his sword, and the blood stained the dusk red, playing a final elegy for the scene.

Dragging the broken body, the angel is drifting away,

"Old fellows, your time is over."

At the top of the street lamp, Sisyphus, who overlooked the battlefield, withdrew his gaze.

The director died.

He was sure that the corpse lying on the ground had no breath, dead to death.

Sisyphus didn't expect that the legendary head of the garden would be defeated so casually.

It's like a legend who dies at the hands of an insignificant passerby, and the whole thing is full of absurdity and funny.

If you think about it, the problem may arise in the angels.

A member of Paradise Lost, who named himself Angel, is valued by the Master and is loyal to the Master.

But after being captured, he quickly defected to the rebels, and even voted for killing the head of the garden.

The angel, appreciated by both the master and the prophet, became the one who killed the head of the garden with his own hands.

Was it an accident, or was it fate?

No one can tell.

The process is not important, the means are not important, the result is important.

As a result, Paradise Lost lost and the Rebels won.

Sisyphus had an absurd thought in his heart,

"We win, win, win, in the end."

Whenever I have the upper hand, this thought involuntarily comes to mind.

The reason is simple.

They are Luden, and their enemy is none other than Luden.

As the saying goes, never underestimate yourself.

To underestimate the enemy is to underestimate oneself.

Sisyphus's gaze fell from the dome and fell on the magician,

"Will you be the hope of Paradise Lost?"

The Captain's Fall is like the first card of a domino fall, setting off a chain reaction for the entire battlefield.

Of course, this response is positive and positive.

The magician has already eliminated his third enemy, but he has not yet welcomed the next one.

Just as the magician was about to break through the endless corridor and try to join the others, the horn on the street lamp sounded.

"Hello magician, I'm your wall breaker."

Wall breakers?

This is a word that Lunden has never been unfamiliar with.

The magician looked wary, trying to block his own hearing, so that the other party would not continue to interfere with him through sound.

He managed to cut the nerve and make sure he couldn't hear anything.

Just as the magician was thinking so, a familiar voice sounded in his mind, nay, more accurately, in his heart.

"It's my ability, and when the wall breaks begins, the process can't be stopped."

The voice sounded exactly like the magician's, and he knew very well that it wasn't himself speaking.

The other party continued,

"This feeling is similar to Transsion? Or is he clear-hearted? But because we all have the same voice, it does sound a little weird. ”

The magician shook his head slightly and explained,

"No, because of the different mediums of conduction, the voice we hear ourselves speak is different from our real voice, and the voice you form in my mind is the same as the sound in my brain when it generates thoughts."

"That's right, let's move on, where did you just go?"

The man continued,

"Oh yes, I'm your wall breaker, of course, my code name is not this, my code name is Law Breaker, and as for the ability, I named it [Defense Breaker]."

While listening to the telephonic phone call between the other man and himself, the magician shifted his gaze and scanned the surroundings in an attempt to find the guy.

"Don't waste your efforts, I'm in a safe place."

The spellbreaker said slowly,

"My ability is very simple, when I accurately describe a person's ability, I can briefly seal his ability."

The magician's face sank, and he thought of something bad.

"Originally, I was the finale to deal with the principal, who knew that before I appeared on the stage, the principal died, but it was on your side, which gave us a headache"

What?

The director is dead?

Listening to the other party's words, the magician's face was full of vigilance, and he subconsciously denied it,

"Impossible!"

Counting the masters, the director is the top three existences on the wealth list of Paradise Lost, and the real number two people in real power.

How could it be possible to die so easily?

The spellbreaker expected the magician's reaction and sneered,

"Don't be in a hurry to deny it, this is a video of his death, if you want to see it, I can even send the body to you, of course, only piece by piece, I'm afraid you will resurrect him"

A curtain of light lit up in front of the magician, and his gaze fell with suspicion.

Looking at the principal on the screen, the broken cane, the wound in the heart

The magician's expression did not change much, and he had already accepted the end of the principal's death in his heart.

He asked rhetorically, "Why are you talking to me about this?" ”

"Small talk, I'm a bit of a talker."

The spellbreaker made the light curtain disappear and continued,

"I've cracked the secret of your abilities, magician!"

This time, the magician didn't say anything, just snorted coldly.

The guy hiding in the shadows is probably deceiving himself.

One of the things that Luton does best is misleading with the right information, a trick they have used for an unknown number of times.

"Your ability is [magic], it looks like magic, but in fact, it is still the category of magic, of course this is not the point of my point. The point is, there's a big flaw in your abilities! ”

Obviously, in order to prove the truth of his words, the lawbreaker skipped the nonsense link and directly revealed the secret.

The lawbreaker said word by word,

"All magic tricks, there must be an audience!"

Hearing this, the magician's expression did not change at all, but his heart sank.

The ability of the spellbreaker is a bit strange, and telepathy may be just one of them, and maybe it can also gain insight into their own thoughts.

The magician didn't dare to think about it and emptied his mind as much as he could.

But in his heart, there was the cheer of the lawbreaker,

"I guessed it!"

Without an audience, there is no magic.

He was a magician, a performer, born for the stage.

His magic could not be effective if no one witnessed it.

In the previous battles, the magician became more and more courageous and looked unstoppable, and this is the reason!

This battle, there are many spectators!

The magician doesn't know where these spectators come from.

But every magic trick he casts can be seen by the audience, take effect, and even become more powerful.

Until this moment, the spellbreaker broke his greatest weakness.

To deal with the magician, you don't need Luden to appear in person!

What they need to do is to cut off the live broadcast, not to provide a stage for the magician, and not to give him any chance to perform magic!

And then carpet bombing a couple of times.

The magician is dead.

After the weakness of the ability was pointed out, the magician did not fall into a panic.

It doesn't matter whether the ability of the lawbreaker is true or not.

The other party has indeed found his weakness and can use it to kill himself.

The situation took a turn for the worse, and the magician's gaze sank slightly, landing on his left arm.

Half of his body is mechanical, and his left arm is exceptional.

Because on his left arm, there are several identity plates, all of which are his comrades-in-arms in Paradise Lost.

Among them is a name - The Miracle Master.

The magician was a little hesitant, and it would be difficult for him to get out of here alive without the blessing of magic.

But

Now doesn't seem to be the time to use your hole cards.

The magician asked coldly,

"You just said that the head of the garden is dead?"

"That's right!"

The lawbreaker replied in the affirmative.

The magician's gaze rolled slightly, and he thought of a possibility.

The director died

Isn't it time to die?

In any case, you shouldn't use this ability here.

After thinking this out, confidence returned to the magician's body, the corners of his mouth slightly grinned, and his hands kept moving.

He's a paper man.

If successful, the paper figurines can be their own audience and maintain the effect of the magic

When it comes to the development of their abilities, the people of Paradise Lost are much stronger than the rebels.

But

The rebels apparently didn't give the magician that chance.

A flame fell from the sky, and the magician narrowly avoided the flames, but his paper figure turned to ashes.

At the same time, the live broadcast was cut off, and the gaze of the entire battlefield was drastically reduced.

High walls were erected on all sides, and the sky was obscured.

In the end, Sisyphus even removed the shackles of the endless corridor.

And in this small space, countless shells fell.

"Drip-"

A buzzer sounds, symbolizing the end of the magician's life.

After the defeat of the magician, Saturday, who fell into amnesia, was also subdued.

Unfortunately, the process of subjugating was not perfect, and at one point, Saturday regained his memories and committed suicide in a very short window of time.

The explorer had already been blown up.

At this point, the four members of the waste squad died collectively!

The task is infinitely close to failure.

"Champagne—"

The studio has become a sea of celebration for one person!

"Look, I'll name them Waste Squad, no problem!"

No. 1 held the champagne in his hand, and said proudly,

"Five people, I broke them one by one! On Saturday, make a note of this seat, strategize, and win a thousand miles away."

He was talking happily, when Angela poured a basin of cold water down,

"There's no Saturday here."

No. 1's mood instantly cooled a lot.

yes, Saturday died.

Or died under the calculations of the One.

The original cheerful mood was suddenly washed away.

Number One raised his glass again, this time not to celebrate, but to mourn,

"Farewell, my old friend, and see you again in hell soon."

No. 1 looked at the principal's corpse and sighed,

"You're only a little bit worse than me, just a little bit."

This point is the gap between the first big brother and the second little brother on the Paradise Lost list.

Everyone rarely saw No. 1's posture, and they were a little shaken for a while, did they misunderstand this guy in the past?

Actually, number one. Quite like a person?

Who would have thought that after No. 1 took a sip of champagne, he immediately danced and shouted excitedly,

"Keep playing! Let's dance! ”

All:.

He's still the same number one, and he hasn't changed in the slightest.

One's happiness may be false.

But the happiness of the rebels was real.

The Waste Squad, although there are only five people, they have gathered a group of the top capable people in Paradise Lost, which should not be underestimated.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, these men can inflict massive damage on the rebels.

The principal, Saturday, magician, and Sabbath are all perverted, and they don't scare anyone by themselves.

Instead, they chose a hellish mission of all difficulty - breaking into the rebel headquarters!

An elevator descends from the ground to the eighteenth floor of the Endless Promenade to collect the bodies of the people of Paradise Lost.

If it is replaced by the corpse of another Luden, it will be placed directly in the endless corridor and hung on the street lamp another day.

This time is different.

The Prophet once said that the guy was in the waste squad of five.

The guy. It's Luden!

Whatever the reason, everyone wanted to find the guy, even a corpse.

What's more, it is rumored that the guy can be resurrected.

The recovery of corpses is necessary and exquisite.

The director was shredded and transported in batches, the magician and the explorer were blown to ashes, and on Saturday they were frozen and transported

Soon, the people in charge of retrieving the bodies completed their task and prepared to return to the surface.

Squeak - squeak -

The elevator slowly ascended, much slower than before, and seemed to be unable to bear the weight of the elevator.

The headmaster's head was placed in a box, and a capable person held the box.

He twitched his nose and asked curiously,

"Which of you has perfume? I still use so much, I don't have any taste at all! ”

The crowd shook their heads, not even smelling the air.

In the corner, someone asked, "Are all the people dead?" ”

"They're all dead."

A man near the elevator door said,

"The Principal, the Magician, the Explorer, Saturday, four."

The man in the corner asked, "Aren't there five of them?" ”

The man near the elevator door quipped,

"You said on the Sabbath, that guy came with a coffin himself, you should think he was a dead man."

"Indeed, the guy was lying in a coffin from head to tail."

The man holding the skull box recalled,

"There is still a way for No. 1 to pour it directly with hundreds of tons of cement, and the coffin is sealed in cement, oh roar, this time it is completely resting!"

"Number One"

The man who opened his mouth seemed to recall something, and sneered,

"Sure enough, there's nothing he can't mess up."

"I'm going to be upset about No. 1, didn't I mess it up this time!"

The man at the elevator door looked up as he spoke, looking at the numbers on the elevator.

They went from the 18th basement floor to the 6th basement floor.

"Why are you walking so slowly?"

He stared at the elevator screen, feeling a flash in front of him, and the screen seemed to flicker.

"Is the signal bad?"

What are you kidding, what signal does the elevator want?

The man who asked the question before asked casually,

"The coffin is sealed, but how can you be sure that the person must be in the coffin?"

The man jerked his head back and looked at the crowd, every face familiar, and the eyes that looked at him were full of surprise and concern.

12345

He glanced at it quickly, there were five people in the elevator, and there were five people in a group of Luden, yes.

A false alarm.

The man in the corner asked with a smile on his face,

"What's wrong?"

Ludon at the elevator entrance showed a far-fetched smile and shook his head,

"It's fine."

He turned and looked at the display on the elevator again.

The elevator happened to go to the minus five floors.

54321

"The first floor has arrived!"

With a beep, the elevator doors slowly opened.

The person who approached the door did not move, and his body stiffened in place.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he thought of something terrible, and a nameless chill enveloped his body.

I didn't count myself just now.

In the elevator, there is one more person!

(End of chapter)