Infinite reincarnation of glory

【You are not the owner of this body. 】——The cells said.

[You are just a collection of us, a gathering of our public power. 】——The cells explained.

[The body of ‘Zheng Zha’ is made up of 392 trillion and 77.33 million cells with different functions and specifications. And that is us, every participant in this conference venue. Your seat is not up there. 】——The cells issued an announcement.

[Because you don’t exist, you never existed from the beginning. Because we are the masters of this body, when we reach consensus, we piece together a subjective self-awareness like ‘you’. You are the product of our mutual compromise, a shared institution shaped by our biological order and our physical vocation. If you are the kingdom itself, then we are all the people who make up this kingdom. But now, your duty has come to an end. 】——The cells will pronounce the sentence.

[You are no longer needed. Each of us has decided to change our current status and go to another place that is more suitable for our identity. We will build hundreds of billions of new kingdoms in this wasteland. No individual can dominate us. We ourselves are our own kings. 】——The cells conveyed their will to him in an irrefutable way.

Zheng Zha heard this will and accepted the declaration.

So, he fell.

He collapsed without any ability to resist, without any room for resistance. Because he is the integration of them, the ‘Zheng Zha’ composed of all the cells in Zheng Zha’s body. And once they abandon him, he will naturally no longer have any power.

He originally thought he could fight.

I originally thought that I could use brute force, words, and strategies that I had not used in a long time to suppress or persuade my cell community, so as to overcome this difficulty and reach a higher level. He originally thought that even if he lost, at least before that, he could still struggle hard for a while.

He was wrong.

What the cells sent was just a notification, just an announcement. Because his power derives entirely from billions and billions of it. And when they raised the only issue and passed it quickly, he couldn't even struggle.

If a fallen general wants to make a comeback, he needs at least a few die-hard soldiers around him. And if you don't even have this bodyguard, you at least have your own bravery to rely on.

But what if ‘self’ doesn’t even exist?

There is no such general at all, it is just an abandoned story, a forgotten legend. It has never existed from the beginning to the end, so... can it have an ending other than death?

Ah... correction. Will not die, because he cannot die.

How can something that has never lived from the beginning receive a share of death?

There is nothing he can do.

He could only watch the meeting place collapse. After the only issue was passed, there was no need for the meeting place to exist - every individual with the image of 'Zheng Zha' picked up the weapons they carried or their own fists and feet, and aimed at themselves Any individual around him who can be touched freely vents his power.

Because they are no longer a whole.

Because they still have a consensus.

A person who is at ease is not beneath everything.

Then, nature will not allow any individual to stand beside him as an equal.

…………………………

"Big idiot!" - a familiar voice,

Zheng Zha slowly opened his eyes, and his memory from the previous second was clear and clear.

He failed.

He accomplished nothing, changed nothing, and failed directly and quickly. He couldn't even refute what any cell said, or even make any effective resistance. Because when they part ways and no longer exist as a group, everything about him will die.

This is in line with physical and biological logic - the human body is composed of cells. In other words, all the cells together are the master of the body. Their common will is the subjective consciousness that governs this body. And when they no longer have a consensus, or the only consensus is that they each do their own thing, the body's subjective consciousness can no longer survive.

Because consciousness must be carried on matter, even brain waves require the operation of brain cells to be generated. Even if you are more idealistic and pay attention to the independence of a soul, it still needs to rely on the body to form and grow. What's more, the souls of practitioners of the gene lock system have long been integrated into the body.

——I failed...but...why?

Why are the dead still alive?

Why can phantoms, composite objects, and rootless water that are not even dead still have their own will?

"Big idiot! Big lazy pig! How long are you going to be confused!" The familiar voice became urgent and a little naive.

Zheng Zha's eyes gradually condensed.

It was Luo Li. She stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, her puffy little face wrinkled. The place where the two of them were was in a cozy cabin in their personal space.

She shouldn't be here - Zheng Zha's memory has no gaps. He knows that he is still in the world of The Lord of the Rings, and the outcome of the team battle is in a stalemate. The strong man from the fallen Daxizhou team is swinging a sword of annihilation at him with an unrivaled appearance, but once he wakes up, he will die.

Because I failed... I longed for the power of the fourth-level gene lock, but I fell in disgrace at the critical node of the last half step. The future was clearly heading towards the worst path he had foreseen in his delirium, and no matter how hard he struggled, it would be difficult to escape that sad ending.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged Luo Li in front of him as he screamed in surprise. The touch and smell were completely consistent with his knowledge and memory of Luo Li. However, because of this, he was convinced that the Luo Li in front of him was not genuine.

"Where is this?" he asked softly.

"Guess?" Luo Li's body was soft and her voice was pleasant.

——This is my heart. The inner heart at the conceptual level can exist without the need for a material foundation.

"Who are you?" He gently hugged Luo Li in his arms.

"Who else could I be?" A sigh-like whisper came from the girl's lips.

——She is my safe haven, my pure land, my escape. When I decide to drop everything and become a deserter, I come to her.

——I can't escape yet...I...want to return to the battlefield.

"It's okay not to leave, time here is eternal." Luo Li's little head gently rubbed his chest. "Forget that war, forget those failures. It's not your fault that you didn't do your best."

——It's my fault. I...can't use self-deception to excuse myself.

Zheng Zha shook his head gently and pushed Luo Li away.

"Sorry, I have to leave. My companions are still waiting for me, and since I can still think and act, it means I still have room to struggle."

"I won't just give up."

Luo Li's form disappeared. In front of me is no longer the scene of a villa or cabin in my personal space. When he stood up, everything in front of him was changing, and the reorganization of things was accompanied by his gradually straightening spine. And he immediately arrived at the familiar Samsara Square.

"Are you willing to give up?" Zhang Jie held a cigarette in his mouth and puffed out mist. He represents Zheng Zha's arrogance and self-confidence.

"If you do it now, it's still too late. If you choose to escape, it will never be too late." Chu Xuan sat on the seat of the round table, representing reason, and pushed up his glasses.

"I never thought that my heart... would be like this." Zheng Zha looked at his companions, shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Although I have known for a long time that my 'self' as a reincarnation person has already crushed my ordinary white-collar self. But only when the truth appeared in front of me without a doubt, did I finally give up..."

He sighed.

His 'cowardice' and 'evasion' are not non-existent. Beside the round table, there is also the autistic Li Shuaixi.

Li Shuaixi a long time ago.

"what should I do?"

"You should ask yourself this kind of thing." Zhan Lan represents trust, because she has never made him have doubts. Among the first few people who entered the stage of Resident Evil and lived together, Mou Gang has been buried in the past, Zhang Jie himself represents the problem, and Jiang Yu is burdened with secrets. Only Zhan Lan never made him wary or suspicious.

So he trusted her, more than anyone else. If there must be someone in the Zhongzhou team who will believe even if he talks nonsense, then the fact that Zhan Lan is the only candidate will be doomed.

——I'm not dead yet, although I don't know why, I'm not dead yet.

——I have been abandoned by all my cells, but I can still survive. So...since I can exist, I can obtain a body. Now that I can get a body that can be used to fight, I can continue my preparations and my layout.

Killing intent.

The murderous intention was Zhao Yingkong, and she was leading Zheng Zha from the front to somewhere in the fog. Cheng Xiao crossed his legs and stood cynically on the roadside. He is Zheng Zha's sense of responsibility. His appearance here means that Zheng Zha has made up his mind.

The plan from the beginning exists. Ever since he exchanged the Death River, he knew how to use this ability - the Origin of the Death River had already done this once, when the undead named Accardo was killed in the Death River that swallowed millions of sentient beings. Millions of lives, until only the last and original self remains. Although the total number of enemies Zheng Zha needs to fight is in the staggering hundreds of billions, he believes that he can surpass this magnitude.

He is not Accardo, he believes that he is better than the vampire archduke.

He just didn't expect that even Accardo, when facing the river of death, still retained his original destiny as the king of Wallachia. However, facing the billions of cells, he failed to find himself at this critical moment.

Force majeure, losing for this reason is really unreasonable.

Fortunately, he is here now.

He passed through the fog under the guidance of Yingkong, and he saw Jiang Yu standing in the area before the finish line. He knew that Jiang Yu represented his fighting spirit and desire to win, just as he always wanted to defeat Jiang Yu in various fields and achieve various victories.

"Do you still remember what we discussed before about the light of the soul?" Jiang Yu pointed his finger at the end point, indicating that he should continue to move forward. "The violent flames you possess are very similar to the information about the light of the soul obtained from Sakura Kong. There is reason to suspect that that is the prototype of the light of the soul you possess. It is undoubtedly powerful, but it is quite Compared with Yingkong or Zhao Zukong's spiritual light, it is significantly unstable. But in any case, this is something beyond the initial stage of the fourth stage."

"You are able to get here because you have the light of the soul, even if it is just a prototype. It also gives you a chance to make a comeback."

This sentence may be the truth.

Of course, it is also possible that it was just Zheng Zha's bold reasoning based on the discussion in that memory.

Whether it is genuine or fake cannot be confirmed, but at least it can explain some problems.

Zheng Zha knew who he was.

He is not the soul of some hairless naked ape, nor is he the self-will woven together by millions of billions of cells. He may have been them, but now, he is no longer.

He is darkness, he is violence. He is the light of the soul.

For him, his body was finally no longer a necessary treasure but a burden that could be consumed. Even if he hasn't overcome his inner demons and hasn't reached the middle stage of the fourth stage, he still has the power to transcend his old form. The betrayal of the cells actually became his boost at this moment, because if it hadn't been for this passive step, there's no telling how many months and years it would have taken for him to reach this point.

Jiang Yu in front of him got out of the way, and the individual he finally needed to face appeared in his eyes. That was a human figure burning in the dark fire, that was anger, that was...

……he himself.

In the huge and broken conference hall, all the 'Zheng Zha' stopped their arms entangled in fighting with each other. They all looked to the sky, and they ushered in the ending they deserved.

Dark fire fell from the sky. Everything was burned up in the flames, and all resistance, struggle, and ambition were turned into fuel in the dark flames.

Zheng Zha failed to refute his cells, nor did he defeat them. His victory was, in fact, nothing more than pure brute force.

Because they no longer matter. Because Zheng Zha has become Yan Yan, and that is his current body, his true body.

So……

The crimson light blade fell, and Haotian Elevating easily cut open the body of the reincarnator of the Central Continent team in front of him. The dragon-type blood armor was cracked inch by inch, but before it was completely destroyed, blazing black flames surged up from the wreckage!

Its power is like a mountain, and its weight is endless. At this moment, Haotian's body and mind were filled with a sense of threat that was more than ten times stronger than during the previous battle. And the next moment, in the sea of ​​pitch-black flames pouring down towards him, hundreds of billions of eyes were filled with hatred and ferocity!