The end of the world starts from the global copy

The smile in the snake's eyes gradually calmed down, and Frank straightened up and said solemnly.

"We're allies, right?"

"Yes, and neither."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that I and the Resurrection Society are allies, not you."

"Then what am I?"

Hearing this question, Ma Yunteng smiled...

"Chip."

"Frank the God of Death... One of the bargaining chips for my alliance with the Resurrection Society."

Frank looked suspicious.

"This is... what! Meaning! Thinking! What!"

"This is again" just after the three words fell, a sharp dagger appeared in Frank's palm in an instant.

When the word "what" fell, the dagger had already plunged into Ma Yunteng's eye frame!

With the words "Meaning! Thinking! What!" the three words were opened one after another, and the corner of Frank's mouth had a horrifying smile.

He spun the dagger violently, as if trying to pry open Ma Yunteng's head.

however……

Ma Yunteng just didn't move.

He opened his one eye, as if he was not the one being stabbed.

Even the smile and tone of voice on his face have not changed in the slightest.

he said calmly.

"literal meaning."

Chapter 89 Ten Photos (Final)

Blood, gurgling from the eye socket left.

Soon, it gathered into a low-lying bubble on the soles of Ma Yunteng's feet.

But soon, the blood stopped.

Seems to be drained.

What came out after the blood was a pale yellow liquid that tasted like gasoline.

This made Frank understand something.

With a quick knife, Frank twisted his body to run!However, just two steps after he ran out, there was a sudden force behind him!

Immediately afterwards, the world was turned upside down!

Frank couldn't see Ma Yunteng's movements, and he didn't even know what happened.

He only felt a moment of confusion in his brain, and in the next second, there was severe pain and the world was spinning!

The whole person was lying on the side of Ma Yunteng's feet in a large font, and a whisper like a devil sounded suddenly from his ears.

"You have to force me to deal with this problem in a brutal way..."

"Why is this necessary?"

"Tear" sound.

Severe pain in the face.

But it was Ma Yunteng who simply stretched out his hand and precisely tore off Frank's eyelids.

The blood gradually blurred the vision.

But in the blur, Frank could still see that the door in front of him suddenly opened.

A huge photo instantly caught Frank's eyes.

It's black and white.

Those are godless eyes.

That is Mr. Ma Yunteng, who is old to the limit.

The photo captures his final moments.

He didn't smile, just watched, like a spectator in the world.

Ma Yunteng's voice sounded again.

"Newborn, this is the name of this photo... the most satisfying photo of my life, what do you think?"

The spine seemed to be buckled by Ma Yunteng, which made Frank unable to move.

He could only barely lift the strength of his whole body and tried his best to beg for mercy.

"We don't need to solve the problem like this!"

"I'm very capable, I'm a good knife, keep me, I can help you a lot!"

"You can tell me anything you need, and I can do it for you! Anything will do!"

Ma Yunteng's voice was full of drama: "Really?"

"real!"

Frank turned his head reluctantly, and saw a red light flashing in Ma Yunteng's one eye.

"I want your body, is this okay?"

"I want your player qualification, is this okay?"

"I want to use your body to go to your world, is this okay?"

"I want to get rid of this eternal cage, the fate of reincarnation, is this okay?"

Frank's eyes were wide open and his eyes were splitting, for a while he didn't know what Ma Yunteng was talking about.

Until gentle laughter came out.

"I guess not."

"and many more!"

At the juncture of life and death, Frank spoke again.

He resisted the dizziness that came from nowhere and said quickly.

"You have a better choice!"

……

Under the night, the central city.

Sitting high on the roof of a certain building, Lu Ming looked at the central building in the distance, with a calm face in his heart and no waves.

There were footsteps suddenly behind him, but it was Ren Xia who was carrying the wine bottle and came up shamelessly.

"Drink? It tastes good."

The bottle cap was flicked off by Ren Xia's fingers, and the wine with the aroma of malt was handed to Lu Ming. Looking at the wine in Ren Xia's hand, Lu Ming slowly shook his head: "I don't drink."

"Cut, boring..."

Ren Xia shook his head and drank, and it seemed that there was indeed a different kind of free and easy...

He threw out the whole bottle of wine and burped with satisfaction.

The two of them sat side by side like this, looking at the central city under the moonlight from afar.

"Three days..."

Ren Xia suddenly said this, and Lu Ming just hummed.

Hearing Lu Ming's perfunctory tone, Ren Xia turned to look at Lu Ming.

"Do you really understand what I mean?"

"I see."

Ren Xia's so-called three days... means that the players have partnered with the poor volunteers, and they have been together for three days.

For three days, they collected photos and killed giants, a group that was invincible throughout Canterlot.They are domineering and unscrupulous, and the poor volunteers loudly publicize their purpose and send small advertisements to gain fame.

The seeds of resistance spread like a virus.

But there is one truth that players all know...

At the very center of the central city, in the building called the Central Building, there is a ruler who is far taller than the emperor and overlooks all living beings!

Ma Yunteng did not do anything for three days, which is a strange thing in itself...

"I'm not optimistic about Chang Lei's plan... It's too simple, too direct, and the difference in strength between the two sides is too great. Going to the central building to rebel against Chang Lei is no different than sending him to death."

"But that guy Chang Lei is indeed a very good person..."

Ren Xia babbled, he didn't know if it was because he was drinking or if he had something hidden in his heart. All in all, he kept talking, and Lu Ming kept listening.

It wasn't until Ren Xia said he was tired that he closed his mouth and pulled a bottle of beer from behind him.

"Bang" sound.

The bottle cap was lifted, and Ren Xia handed the bottle to Lu Ming again.

"Are you drinking?"

Lu Ming glanced at Ren Xia, but when he saw the bloodshot in Ren Xia's eyes, he took the bottle unexpectedly.

The two were silent until Lu Ming said, "You said the truth just now... You think going to the central building is a death sentence, and you think Chang Lei's resistance is just futile. Then you shouldn't struggle."

Taking a sip of the wine, the bitter taste burst between the taste buds. Lu Ming didn't say a word, just stared at the distant sky.

from a common spiritual perspective.

The sky above the entire central city is covered with dark clouds, and the resentment of countless deceased makes the entire central city like a purgatory on earth!

But this is not the main factor that determines Lu Ming's actions.

After taking another sip of beer, Lu Ming took a long breath: "I have understood the truth since I was a child, that people have goals. For a monster who doesn't know what emotions are, goals are especially important... For me, a goal is not to Lead me to an anchor of self-destruction."

"I can't feel bad things, but I can't feel good things either."

"Sometimes goals are easy to find."

"For example, fun is a very simple, very rough goal."

"But there are too few interesting things ... so more often, the target is actually hard to find."

"So I chose to be a killer, accept the commission, and let others help me find a target."

"I don't care about resistance or uprising this time, I just kill people and complete a commission."

"So I don't struggle, I don't hesitate."

Ren Xia opened his mouth: "You are not afraid..."

However, just after the three words fell, Ren Xia suddenly smiled: "Yes, you are not afraid, you have never been afraid."

Lu Ming shrugged: "How about you?"

Ren Xia's eyes flickered.

……

real world.

In front of the copy entrance.

The cruise ship belonging to the Resurrection Society is still parked outside the dungeon defense circle.

In the cabin, the fake Sargeras stood there, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief.