When Chen Jing was completely "devoured" by Mr. Shu, everyone who was summoned by the source of the sequence also went to a strange space.

As Mr. Book said.

Compared to Chen Jing, the promotion process is smoother......

No.

Much smoother, to be exact.

……

"I didn't expect it to be so smooth......"

Outside an ancient building that resembled a Taoist temple, Xi slowly dragged his thin body as a hemp pole into the gate.

Thousands of years of waiting.

has long consumed the hope in Xi's heart.

In fact, his situation was far worse than Chen Jing imagined.

Xi avoided the war and the catastrophe erased by the Creator in a state of hibernation and suspended animation, but this does not mean that he is "intact".

In the pale history created by the Creator, His very essence has also been damaged by the erasure of history.

So to speak.

From the day of recovery, Xi's life entered the countdown.

Although to outsiders, his aura is getting stronger and stronger every year, only he knows how ridiculous this illusion is.

Ultimately.

It's just a return to the light before the oil runs out.

The reason why he has always longed for the inheritance in the arsenal is precisely because he wants to save himself through it......

If he really is that unlucky.

It didn't fade away in that war-torn era.

Instead, it fell in this post-era when the weak were rampant.

I'm afraid it's just a joke, a joke that he can't accept.

The instinct of living beings is to survive and reproduce.

Xi is no exception.

He wanted to live.

Live well.

He racked his brains to avoid the three calamities and six calamities in his life, and he was about to come out and usher in a good life, but he had to die inexplicably in this era...... Not to mention himself for this kind of thing, he would not be willing to change to any normal person.

So he pinned all his hopes on the arsenal, hoping only to find his own heritage here, so as to get a chance to start over.

In this dead silence of ancient buildings.

Xi searched every room.

From the beginning of full of hope to the gradual despair......

Because the rooms he searched were all empty, including the secret rooms that resembled the Dan room, and he couldn't find the inheritance that his ancestors had said......

It wasn't until Xi dragged his heavy steps to climb to the top floor that he finally saw a "Taoist" dressed very similarly to him in the empty room.

That Taoist man is already the appearance of a skeleton.

The smell of decay and languishing was familiar to Xi.

"Parent ......"

Xi stumbled towards the skeleton Daoist, but before he could run a few steps, he saw that the Daoist suddenly disappeared.

Just when Xi was at a loss, an irresistible force suddenly struck from the back of his neck, pressing him to the ground almost instantly.

"Xi ......"

The skeleton Taoist held Xi's neck with one hand, and pressed him to the ground in a very embarrassed posture, the bone palm that was as crystal clear as white jade was more like gold and iron, and the biting chill from the surface of the skin made Xi not have the slightest idea of resisting.

"Why...... You're still alive......"

Hearing this old and hoarse voice, Xi couldn't help but burst into tears in fear.

"Father...... It's me...... Xi ......"

"I know it's you......" The old and withered skeleton Daoist trembled, and every word that came out of his mouth was filled with unconcealable disappointment, "Why you...... Why have you survived to this day...... I thought you were dead......"

For a moment, Xi was stunned, and a look of shame flashed in his eyes.

Yes.

What Xi said to Chen Jing was a lie.

What legacy of his ancestors is waiting for him to find...... It's all fake!

In the end, he is just a deserter, a ...... who was once expected by his ancestors Deserter.

"That's it."

The Bone Daoist seemed to be completely disappointed in this junior, and tremblingly removed the pale bone palm, allowing Xi to get up from the ground.

"Father......" Xi didn't dare to get up, he knelt on the ground very respectfully, the one-eyed entwined by vines clearly did not have the structure of an eye socket, but at this moment it also overflowed with crystal tears, "I'm sorry...... I've let you down......"

"I thought that you had reached the realm of kings, and that your heart would be ...... That's it, this may be the biological instinct that His Majesty in Yellow said, even if he becomes a king, he can't wipe out the instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages. ”

The Skeleton Daoist slowly walked to the side and sat down, his thin figure looking extremely lonely.

"Let's go."

"Parent ......"

"Get out."

The Bone Daoist raised his hand and shook it.

A "pill" like molten iron appeared in front of Xi.

"Kings built arsenals for the spark of the Hereafter, but you have taken one of them...... . ”

Xi picked up the pill with tears in his eyes, kowtowed to the bone Taoist three times, and then turned around and left the room without any nostalgia.

He knew it was useless for him to say anything.

He also knows...... Some things are in the past, and there is no room for redemption.

But the moment he stepped out of the room.

Xi suddenly thought of something, and turned abruptly to look at the Bone Daoist.

"Father! The veins of deep space are not extinct! A new crowned king has appeared! ”

Hearing this, the Bone Daoist turned his head to look at Xi suddenly, and there was only a black nothingness in his empty eyes, but Xi clearly sensed an excited emotion......

"Is it His Majesty's descendant?!"

"Yes!"

"Good good ......"

The Skeleton Daoist hurriedly got up and walked towards Xi, his tone very eager.

"His Majesty in Yellow once said that when the new king is crowned again in deep space, it means that those damn things are back!"

"Are you talking about those ......"

"Shut up!"

The Bone Daoist grabbed Xi's long sleeves, and said in a serious and solemn tone, word by word.

"Remember what your father says next!"

"Yes!"

……

In another space of the arsenal.

It's already a scene of a post-apocalyptic battlefield.

As far as the eye can see, there are ruins.

Pools of blood and mutilated limbs were everywhere in the swamp.

The entire battlefield exuded an extremely strong smell of blood.

And Kui Nan is in it at the moment.

"That's awesome here...... It's spectacular......"

Kui Nan walked forward with his hands in his pockets, and hesitated when he passed by a pool of blood, wanting to jump over like a child treading water by his nature, but when he thought of going back, he would be scolded by Chen Jing......

Forget it, nagging is annoying.

Kui Nan leaped over the pool of blood and continued to walk deeper into the battlefield.

The closer you get to the center of the battlefield.

The more mutilated corpses there are on the ground.

Some of the corpses even had some kind of strange "activity", shaking wildly on the ground.

In the end, Kui Nan also saw some creatures that deceived corpses.

Most of them retain their human appearance, except that they are missing some limbs and walk with a limp.

It seems that in their eyes, Kui Nan is the enemy.

So they howled as they approached Kui Nan.

"Come on!"

Kui Nan raised two small fists and made a boxing stance.

"Come on! I'll kill you! ”

"Who are you going to kill?"

Hearing this sudden voice from behind him, Kui Nan was stunned for a moment, and then instinctively glanced back.

This look.

She was stunned.

I don't know when it started.

Behind her appeared a strange creature hundreds of meters tall and clad in armor like a giant.

The giant's armor appeared to be made of a scarlet metal, and his face was hidden by a large, minimalist helmet.

And what shocked Kui Nan the most was the evil aura emanating from the giant's body.

It was a kind of momentum that could only be accumulated by slaughtering many creatures.

In the darkness under the helmet.

It seems to harbor the resentment and fear of hundreds of millions of living beings......

"I look like I've seen you......"

Kui Nan was frightened, but he only felt that this monster looked a little familiar.

"Me, Moore Dallus."

The armored giant slowly bent down and sat cross-legged in front of Kui Nan regardless of his image.

"Moore Dallus ......"

The more Kui Nan thought about it, the more familiar the name became, and his expression gradually became incredulous.

"You're the Father of Killing?!"

(End of chapter)