Chapter 183

"Cover your face." Du Zhengyi whispered.

Rocky pulled out his almost never-before-worn outdoor scarf from his pants pocket and slipped it over his face.

Du Zhengyi didn't bother to check the figures in the deserted village, Luo Qi heard Du Zhengyi recite the oldest incantation, and strings of secret words came out of his mouth. The surging power surged from the depths of the valley, from beyond the stars, and Roach trembled as he felt the surging of this almost tangible power, the primordial power that had been hidden in the earth and beyond the stars since the Age of the Savages was summoned. This power is enough to open the door of space, enough to give birth to all things, Luo Qi has only touched the door of this power, he knows that Du Zhengyi has gone far on this road, and the secret words engraved in the genes make Du Zhengyi more suitable to control this great power.

The fire that burned around the deserted village soared towards the starry sky, and countless ancient flame spirits loomed in the fire, and they intertwined and jumped higher into the night sky. A dry, hot wind came out of the fire, striking Rocky's face and exposed arms like a hot wind blowing from the desert with grains of sand. Roach's eyes widened in amazement, he had never seen such a grand and primitive magical power, he felt the power of the wild and restless, he could hear the shallow whispers, chanting of the ancient language.

In fact, he never thought that Du Zhengyi had gone so far, he knew that Du Zhengyi was a rare mage, but he suspected that such a power could only be summoned by an ancient mage. At the same time, he was also terrified, Du Zhengyi was usually stingy with the use of power, and he would not use real power without a huge threat.

As soon as Du Zheng took a step forward, Ridge heard thunder echoing him from the depths of the earth, but he also suspected that neither the thunder nor the roaring of the valley existed in this dimension of human existence. Roach also knew that the battle must have begun, and the chanting of the depths of the earth echoed in his brain, and if there were other mages standing here, he was sure they would feel it too. Such a contest is no longer a problem that his kitten trick can solve.

Du Zhengyi was chanting a plea, asking the sleeping consciousness to return to the ancient sleep, Luo Qi did not open his consciousness barrier, but he already felt that the consciousness that brought him fear was knocking on his door. He held his mind shut and ignored it, the starry sky flickering above the flames above him, the trajectory seemed to move, and for a moment he suspected that he had seen a strange starry sky.

A black figure finally slowly stepped out from behind the battlement, the humanoid creature staring blankly at them from behind the shadow of the broken wall, and Roach didn't know if he was still human.

Du Zhengyi stopped and stopped chanting, and Luo Qi didn't see clearly how he had an extra short knife in his hand.

"Come out." Du Zhengyi said.

Roach realized that he understood what Du Zhengyi said, and Du Zhengyi was not speaking the language of humans, it was the language of ancient mages, which had completely degenerated into a spell that drove magic. Arch briefly wondered what glory the mage's world had once had when the language of the mage's voice was the command of freedom.

The thing came out in response, moving mechanically, Rocky had thought about what the living dead looked like, but it wasn't what Roach had imagined, at least not as mournful as it was in human movies. Roach watched the thing nervously, its motor nerves not in the slightest abnormality, and the few steps of the thing looked more standard than most.

A thought suddenly exploded in Luo Qi's mind, Du Zheng called that thing a puppet, he didn't call it a living dead, he didn't call it a zombie, it must be because the thing wasn't stiff at all. He thinks that the puppet is more standard than most people, because it is really more standard than most people.

Ordinary people will always have a little bit of their own problems when walking, the most typical is the outer eight characters and the inner eight characters, and then such as subtle characteristics, some people are used to walking to the height, some people are used to dragging their steps, some people are hunched and some people love to bend over. But the puppet walked extremely smoothly and steadily, like a programmed robot.

Roach knows that this is the problem, the so-called robots are humanoid machines that have erased human nature, and puppets are like people who have erased all personalities.

The biggest problem, right here, is that it's still people.

The puppet walked to the place covered in firelight, and Roach saw that it was wearing the familiar brown and yellow monk's robes, and Roach opened his mouth wide in astonishment to look up, the puppet's head had grown a layer of light hair stubble, and it must have been bald a few days ago. It was as if Luo Qi had been beaten with a stick, it was a fake monk of the Pure Land Temple, alive, and at the same time as if he had died.

He looked at them, barely blinking with the reflection of fire in his eyes, as if it were the last shred of his wisdom as a human being. He looked at them silently, undaunted by the power that Du Zhengyi summoned as if it came from hell, and ironically, before the karmic fire of hell, he looked serene as if he had finally attained the right result.

Luo Qi was about to scream, he turned his head to look at Du Zhengyi, he saw the hesitation in Du Zhengyi's plain eyes, sweat dripping from the corners of his forehead, and the green tendons on the hand holding the knife burst out.

A vague feeling swept through Luo Qi's consciousness, and he suddenly shouted, and the cold light in the monk's hand flashed, and he rushed over at a speed that was impossible for humans to achieve, and rushed towards Du Zhengyi desperately. Roach knew that the feeling of that moment was an offensive drive, and that the puppet always had a source of control.

Du Zhengyi's strain was very fast, and all the nerves of the puppet were stimulated and amplified to an extreme level, as if an athlete who had taken drugs to the limit and brought out the greatest potential of the human body. His strength and speed are close to the level of a mage, but he is a blind attack after all, and his combat skills are superior after all. The short knife in Du Zheng's hand was sharp beyond Luo Qi's imagination, and he cut off the monk's wrist with a single sword, and even neatly cut off one of the monk's hands.

Roach couldn't hold back, but perhaps the next scene he saw was more terrifying than a brutal battle. The monk's wrist was bleeding, but the monk did not react, as if the pain and bleeding had no effect on him, and the knife in his other hand quickly stabbed towards Du Zhengyi.

Du Zhengyi didn't scruple anymore, a flame appeared in his left hand, and threw it at the monk's face, and then he kicked the monk out, and pulled Luo Qi back a few steps back.

The fire that Du Zhengyi burned was more ferocious than ordinary flames, and the monk's clothes burned first, and his head was shrouded in flames. Luo Qi smelled the disgusting smell of meat fat barbecue, but in this case, the thing still rushed in the direction of Du Zhengyi and Luo Qi with a body of flames.

Fortunately, Du Zhengyi had already pulled him back, and the monk finally collapsed after running a few steps, and Luo Qi suspected that it was not because of pain or physical exhaustion, let alone fear, but simply because the fire had finally burned his brain. He fell to the ground, and in a few minutes he was reduced to a charred corpse.

Roach now understood that all of the puppet's feelings of fear and pain had been turned off, his motor nerves were magnified to the maximum, and the idea of attack ran through his brain.