The director of the garden held a cane and ran half a lap with No. 1.

"If you talk nonsense, I'll kill you right now!"

Although he has aged a lot, the head's temper has become a little more irritable.

The change is subtle, but it's not difficult to capture.

It is likely that the principal is aware of his changes, but he has no intention of hiding it.

Number One shrunk his neck, like a ball of meat, and his small eyes narrowed into slits looked around,

"I said, old man, if all this is really a script, what are we going to do?"

"What to do?"

The director said angrily,

"Cold salad!"

What can he do.

In the first half of his life, everyone believed that he was Luden, and with this as his goal, he embarked on a series of intrigues, intrigues...

When everything came to an end, the audience suddenly burst into applause, and the audience greeted them with a smile to celebrate the successful conclusion of the performance?

If this really happens, the director can't wait to punch the other party in the face!

The two problems of No. 1 in a row were fatal to everyone present.

Who am I?

Where to go?

There is one more question that is not asked, and you can make up the classic trifecta.

Where did it come from?

For others, the answers to these three questions may not be the same.

But they are all Luden, with the same DNA, with the same mode of thinking, living different but similar lives...

Although they watched their clones running around, they all believed in their hearts that they were the real Ludon, and these were just impostors.

If you want them to admit that they are impostors, you might as well let them die.

Everyone was thinking the same thing.

The only difference was that Number One spoke in his particular pompous tone.

"Wait."

The principal suddenly stopped, looked around, and asked,

"How long has it been since we've experienced an attack?"

Saturday glanced at his pocket watch,

"It's been 25 minutes and 49 seconds since the last attack."

Sabbath said hoarsely, "This is the longest interval I've ever had." ”

No. 1 opened his innocent eyes and asked curiously,

"Isn't it a good thing that there is no attack, is it possible that you have to be beaten? You can't be a shake M, right? ”

When discussing business, people automatically ignore number one.

The director was silent for a moment, and then made a proposal,

"How about using the power of the last prophecy to predict the arrival time of the next space attack?"

The power of prophecy is very valuable, and normally it is used at the most critical moments.

But the master was to prophesy the time of an attack.

Saturday naturally had no opinion, and Sabbath nodded steadily, agreeing with the principal's approach.

As we all know, when voting, No. 1 will automatically choose the one with the most votes.

So, he also voted yes.

This time, the director used a sticky note to launch a prophecy and spit out the film.

The film was washed out on Saturday and the photo was blank.

No. 1 poked out half of his head, raised his eyebrows and said,

"You're a Polaroid, I know, you have to shake it to get out of the picture..."

As he spoke, he took the photo and began to shake.

The other three ignored him, exchanged glances with each other, and understood each other's meaning.

There will be no next attack.

This is the result of prophecy.

The other party is not trying to kill them, but just trying to trap them.

They didn't attack here, but the attackers had the combat power that everyone had already seen.

What would a person with such abilities do at the headquarters of the Resistance?

Thinking of this, Saturday's face sank, and he secretly said in his heart,

"Is this your plan, Master..."

He slowly closed his eyes, and countless images flashed before his eyes.

The rebel army is his life's work, and once it is destroyed, it is inevitable that he will be a little sad.

When I opened my eyes again on Saturday, all the emotions I had had gone and nothing was left of calm.

It's all worth it.

As long as the plan can be successful...

He's going to take everyone out and rebel against this damn fate, this damn world...

Prophets, with the power of prophecy, exist for one goal – rebellion.

For this goal, he can sell himself and everything.

Just like all Ludon would do.

In the whole chess game, from beginning to end, there is only one thing, everyone guessed correctly.

The Master and the Prophet joined forces.

It's just that the way the two joined forces is very obscure.

The Master did not know who the Prophet was, and the Prophet did not know what the Master was going to do.

The Prophet knew that the Master knew that the Prophet was in Paradise Lost...

They just know that their goals are the same, they can go together, that's all.

That's enough.

This tacit understanding does not need words, no foreshadowing, not even a look.

Everyone will do the right thing at the right time.

The reason is simple - they are Luden.

Except for No. 1.

Now, Saturday had guessed the whole picture of the master's plan, and he didn't even need to use the power of prophecy to guess it.

Next, he just has to wait.

Await... Death has struck.

...

Resistance headquarters.

On a street lamp, there is a Luden.

There were dozens of people around, looking up at this scene, each with a different expression.

Father Phuket stood by the street lamp, praying in a low voice to make sure the guy on the noose was dead.

This is his ability and his mission.

After praying, Father Phuket looked up at the street lamp, and a hint of unease flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Luden, who hanged him, is a legend.

It's a magician, it's death, it's... Guru.

The hanging of such a being meant the victory of the rebels and the end of the legend.

For legends, I can't overstate the respect.

Because everyone present was a legend and will be a legend in the future.

Father Phuket is sure, locked by his own noose, this guy is destined to return to the arms of death....

Thinking of this, Father Phuket's face froze, and a nameless chill enveloped his body, and he thought of a terrifying thing!

"Did you guess?"

A voice broke the silence and rang in Father Phuket's ears like death whispering in his ears.

At this moment, Father Phuket seems to be cut off from the world and alone in a separate space.

And what he is facing is the most terrifying existence in the world..... Death.

Click, click

The sound of the cervical vertebrae loosening was particularly harsh at this moment, as if someone was rubbing their neck.

Out of the darkness stepped a figure, draped in a colorful black coat and holding a twisted scythe.

The other party asked sadly,

"What happens when the Grim Reaper returns to the Grim Reaper?"

Father Phuket stared at each other with disbelief on his face, and roared,

"Impossible! I've killed you! ”

"Who's to say it isn't?"

The man shrugged his shoulders indifferently,

"But death is not the end, is it, my friend, I told you that."

This sentence was indeed told by Luton to Father Phuket.

Father Phuket's face became more and more ugly, and his body was extremely stiff,

Death is not the end,

Because Luton will come back from the dead.

For Ludon, this is common sense.

For the Grim Reaper, it is no longer a question of resurrection from the dead.

The Grim Reaper is already in a state of death!

Father Phuket has never felt so stupid!

He actually wanted to hang a Grim Reaper?

You can't kill a corpse!

When did you become like Number One?

Father Phuket immediately reacted, not because he was stupid, but because he was plotted!

His mission was given to him by the prophets!

Of course, this is not the power of a prophet.

It was Angela's advanced use of 'Sincerity for Sincerity' that indirectly influenced Father Phuket and made him subconsciously think that he had to do it!

Angela is an undercover agent from Paradise Lost, not a rebel at all, she doesn't listen to the prophet, she listens to the master!

But Father Phuket was calculated, and it was the work of the prophet, which means...

Sons of Sunny Sands!

The prophet and the master, the two bitches, have really joined forces!

Father Phuket scolded in a low voice,

"I knew for a long time that Lunden was not trustworthy!"

The Grim Reaper returns to the arms of the Grim Reaper, and if taken literally, it is easy to deduce the result - the Grim Reaper is strengthened!

You can also use more bells and whistles to explain, what a second awakening or something.

It's okay.

"Actually, I'm not going to use a scythe, I think dual guns are more suitable..."

Death stretched out a withered hand with a long, twisted scythe in his hand,

"But, anyway, it's about harvesting leeks, so let's make do with it."

Killing, no matter how killing.

It would be nice if the result was the same.

With the swing of the scythe, a cold light flashed, and the world in Father Phuket's eyes was split in two.

He was also split in two.

He's dead.

In the eyes of others, Father Phuket died a strange death.

Of course he wasn't split in two, that would be an exaggeration.

The Grim Reaper's methods are more advanced and subtle.

He seemed to be frightened by something, his expression was distorted, his face was extremely pale, his body stiffened and fell backwards, slamming heavily on the ground!

In the crowd, someone exclaimed,

"Dead!"

Everyone rushed up, and a well-trained doctor immediately stepped forward to examine Father Phuket.

They didn't even have any intention of resuscitating and went straight to the autopsy.

"The skin temperature, minus 10 degrees, he is like spending the night in the cold storage!"

"The organs are intact, etc... There's a small opening here, and the wound is like... Scythe? ”

The human heart is fragile.

Even if it's just a small opening, it can kill you instantly.

What makes everyone wonder is what kind of ability can cause such a wound.

When everyone came back to their senses and looked up, the body of the Grim Reaper was gone!

The first to kill Father Phuket was to remove the power from the noose.

Next... Who will it be?

Everyone's hearts rose to their throats in an instant.

A mood called despair spread among the crowd and was quickly diluted.

They finally found the Grim Reaper and hanged each other, but they were surprised to find that the Grim Reaper could not be killed.

As soon as Father Phuket died, everyone disappeared from Paradise Lost, and the Prophet faked his death...

The crowd was left without a leader, and it didn't last long.

The detective seems to have seen something, and subconsciously wants to pull out his gun and shoot, but his revolver goes off...

That's right, the revolver, going off the rails, it's so absurd.

The detective hit himself in the thigh, but only some flesh wounds, not even piercing the major artery.

With the medical standards of the rebels, he could easily survive.

Even if the detective takes care of the wound himself, he can delay his own death.

Pity.

The doctor who helped him deal with his wounds, while operating the instrument, accidentally pressed the wrong button, and the laser scalpel cut off the detective's entire thigh.

Detective:......

The doctor made another mistake in the confusion, and when he tried to remedy it, he used the wrong medicine.

The detective, who could have been rescued, died on the spot, and the scene was very bloody.

Looking at his bloody hands, the doctor felt guilt and self-blame in his heart, and he actually snatched the detective's revolver and fired it at his temple!

This time, he didn't make a mistake.

Bang!

The gun went off.

When there is a gunshot, someone dies.

Two gunshots rang out, and the detective and the doctor died.

Even if the number one is here, he can notice that something is wrong!

The deaths of these two are so weird!

Everyone couldn't help but wonder, who will be next?

Death is not terrible.

Senseless death is terrible.

At present, the passive crowd is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, and there is no power to fight back.

They simply don't know where the enemy is!

What's even more desperate is that even if you find the enemy, what can you do?

Find the Grim Reaper, and then what?

Kill him?

The Grim Reaper has proven with practical actions that killing him will only make the Grim Reaper stronger!

You can't kill, you can't escape, you can't hide...

In front of everyone, it seems that there is only one way to wait for death.

The entire rebel army has become a huge prison, and they are the death row inmates in this prison, waiting for the death reward!

"Ahh I'm dead! ”

In the crowd, one of the people screamed, and then he really died.

The crowd looked back and noticed that the dead were the forgotten.

The death of the Forsaken was tragic, and his entire head was twisted 180 degrees, and he was not saved and could not live.

He died a sloppy death.

After all, the Forsaken is a two-faced boy of Paradise Lost and the Rebels, and after his identity is exposed, he can escape with his whole body, and now he is as clean as a blank sheet of paper...

His experience is legendary, and he is the only one who can jump sideways repeatedly on both sides without any consequences.

As a result, in this feast of killing, the Forsaken did nothing and died in a daze.

Another person died, and the shadow of death pressed down again, overwhelming everyone.

Too late to grieve for the Forsaken, the crowd begins to discuss countermeasures.

It is said to be a discussion, but it is actually to convince each other.

Some people want to escape, but the road that stays is here, and they are not afraid of no street lights.

Some people want to find the Grim Reaper and exile or expel them.

Someone wants to go crazy at the end....

No one can convince anyone.

Everyone's opinion makes sense, everyone's plan is convincing...

This happens when a group of Ludons get together, if there is no leader.

"Ahem...."

A man's cough was heard on the stereo, and everyone fell silent.

The faces of the people tightened, and they looked around, trying to find the enemy in the shadows.

The other party not only kills people, but even dares to take the initiative to provoke!

It's so arrogant!

The man asked in a low voice,

"Listen, what's the sound?"

Everyone pricked up their ears and refused to let go of any detail, hearing every word of each other's words.

What was that?

Didn't hear me!

"Oh! It turned out to be..."

The man chuckled and announced the answer,

"Death is coming!"

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