I Was Once a Legend

Everyone looked up and noticed the sudden scourge.

Everyone: Damn it! ! !

In an instant, no one cared about anyone else, and everyone immediately ran away in a direction away from Lin Hangzhi.

Cui Zuojing delayed the time for the first time, leaving everyone a chance to run far.

Victor grabbed Lin Hangzhi and wanted to leave, but Hangzhi's legs were already so weak that he couldn't control him at all. As the target of God's punishment, no matter where he ran, the meteorite would definitely turn a corner and hit him!

Lin Hang watched helplessly as the meteorite with its burning tail was getting closer and closer. When it was only a dozen meters away from the top of the two of them, Victor shouted, "Let's go!"

The key flickered, and they were teleported to Wang Que.

There was a loud bang and the ground trembled wildly. The meteorite hit the place where the two were just now, smashing the ground into a huge crater more than ten meters deep. White smoke rose from the burning red surface. The cracks spread around the meteorite, turning the once bustling main road into a disaster scene in an instant.The violent vibration of the ground affected the tall buildings in the distance, showing a slight tilt visible to the naked eye, just like the Leaning Tower of Pisa, maintaining a delicate balance.

Everyone: …………………………………

Lin Hangzhi was so frightened that his whole body went limp like noodles, and his body slid down uncontrollably, almost foaming at the mouth.But he fell to the ground unsuccessfully, a hand protruded from his armpit to support him, the cold blade with the smell of blood pressed against his carotid artery, and Corberus' voice was cold from the top of his head Called: "Don't move."

At some point, the man appeared behind him like a ghost. He was so secretive that even Victor and Wang Que, who were close by, didn't notice. The wound on his ribs was still bleeding, and he was staring at the nearest Victor.If he read correctly just now, this young man connected Lin Hangzhi's severed hand out of thin air.

Each of these people has the same powerful ability as the master.

Korberos clenched the knife even more, the sweat on his palm soaked the bandage on the handle, and said coldly, "Get out of here."

The first drop of rain fell, dripping on the bridge of his tall nose, very cool.

Lin Hangzhi was still limp, and his whole body was hanging on Korberos' arm, which saved a little effort.He didn't regard the knife on his neck as such a terrible threat. Victor was by his side. As long as his head wasn't chopped off with a single knife, Victor could heal him.

After experiencing the pain of a severed hand and the shock of a meteorite hitting his head, Lin Hangzhi has sublimated, his soul has been detached, and now there is nothing that can make his heart that has experienced vicissitudes of life feel frightened, nothing.

"You are not our opponent." Victor said, "We are not trying to harm morality—"

"You're going to kill him." Corberus interrupted him and said firmly, "Stop telling those good-sounding lies, you can't lie to me."

Not far away, Cui Zuojing's voice was calm: "He just wants to return to the place where he should be. In other words, his morality as a person should not have become an independent personality."

Corberos stopped talking, he understood that no matter what he said, these people must have countless reasons to refute him, and he didn't need to defeat them with words.

Thinking of this, Corberus' eyes flashed a trace of sternness.The phantom calculated by the kernel appeared in front of Dong Zheng's eyes, showing the most likely action that Korberos would take next.Before the opponent actually made a move, a silver-white crossbow appeared in Dong Zheng's hand, nocked the arrow, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

Korberos suddenly felt a sudden dizziness, but his ears still caught the sound of the wind brought by the arrows. The survival instinct honed by countless life and death made him dodge sideways, and he was about to cut Lin Hang. The knife at Zhizhi's throat turned around. With a sound of "ping", the arrow hit the blade, and a small crater was directly smashed out of this weapon that had been tempered countless times with blood!

Victor took the opportunity to snatch Lin Hangzhi back. Hundreds of worms crawled out from the cracks in the ground made by the meteorite, and climbed onto Korberos' feet almost instantly.It's as if ants can kill an elephant, no matter how brave a warrior is, he can't do anything about these countless insects. At this moment, another arrow is shot out.

When the arrow was about to pierce Korberos' shoulder, it seemed to hit an invisible barrier suddenly, stopping its rushing momentum.The next moment, Corberus' figure disappeared.

The fluctuation of space energy made the keys in everyone's hands shine. Cui Zuojing suddenly turned his head to look, and a young man who looked exactly like Fu Zhe was standing not far away at some point. The corner of the white scarf is like a white flower, solemnly as if going to someone's funeral.

—his own funeral.

With his help, Korberos managed to get rid of the swarm, and the wound on his ribs was not bleeding too much. This injury was nothing to Korberos, he stared at it and thought The uninvited guests who want to take away the master are so aggressive that even their eyes seem to stab people.

Daode put his hand lightly on Korberos' shoulders, his eyes flicked over the faces of the people, and finally settled on Cui Zuojing's face, he paused, and said softly: "I remember you."

"I know." Just as Goodwill awakens memories of the past after seeing him, so does Morality.Cui Zuojing took a step forward, he noticed a slight difference in Daode, and asked, "Have you seen conscience?"

Daode smiled, and he looked at Corberus, with a tenderness in his eyes that only the two of them could understand, and when he turned to Cui Zuojing again, there was only impeccable indifference left.

"Conscience?" He said casually, "Conscience is dead."

"Dead conscience?"

Cui Zuojing was stunned, he never thought he would hear such an answer, the power of space in morality was far stronger than the goodwill at the beginning, so he thought that morality had been fused with conscience, so he asked that question.

But he said his conscience is dead? What does "dead" mean?

"It's simple, literally, I killed him."

The rain finally fell heartily, just like the day my conscience died.

The induction between souls not only exists between the body and the fragments, but also between the fragments. Since Daode discovered that he was weakening, he has been trying to stop or delay this process.

Since there were three soul fragments that were split at the beginning, then... can he strengthen himself by annexing other fragments?

So Daode spent several months locating other fragments. He has the power of space, and things are easy to do. In the end, he brought Korberos, who has become his most trusted confidant, to the small world where another fragment is located.

That world was in chaos, and everyone on the wasteland was struggling to survive. Morality took a little effort to find the conscience that was hiding in the sewer pipe at that time.

He was extremely embarrassed, wearing a black flute, and the moon-white robes that should have been gorgeous on his body were now extremely dirty, and his face, which was exactly the same as morality, could not hide the tiredness, but apart from the tiredness in his eyes, there was still What morality often sees in one's own eyes belongs to the precipitation of wisdom.

He was alone, alone, no one was paying attention to him, and no one cared about him.

In times of crisis, conscience is always the first thing people choose to abandon.

No conscience is needed here.

"Who are you?" Conscience asked when he saw a person exactly like himself in front of him.

"Didn't you already guess it?"

Conscience nodded. He was not flustered. He glanced at Corberus behind Daode, and then returned to Daode's face: "What do you want to do here?"

"Let me ask you, is there any way to maintain our own strength." Daode didn't miss the obvious weakness in the gestures of conscience, paused, and said, "Obviously, you don't seem to have it either."

Conscience smiled, he had a nice smile, gentle and hearty, as if no injustice had happened to him, and he had not been abandoned by anyone. This was a smile never seen on the face of morality:

"You're still dreaming about the impossible."

"It's better than some people can't even think about it."

"Why bother, no matter what, the ending will not change, you and I will eventually..."

"No." Daode interrupted him, "At least, I don't think it's impossible, because now I have a good way to try."

The cane tapped lightly on the dirty ground with accumulated water, and made a soft noise. Daode stared at Conscience with a puzzled expression, and his voice suddenly became cold:

"kill him."

Corberos' knife cut off the head of conscience in the next moment.Without hesitation, he moved his hand at this person who was exactly like his master.

Because he knows who is his master.

Conscience couldn't even make an effective resistance. His head flew out, but no blood flowed out. Conscience's body turned into dots of lavender light, attracted by the morality with the same power in front of him, and gathered around him.

Daode stretched out his hand, and the soul full of space power sank into his palm and became a part of him.

In the gray and black sewer pipe, light spots gathered in the young man's palm like fireflies, illuminating his face. The man with the knife was by his side, watching all this in surprise.

There was the sound of rain outside, and the rain curtain poured down from the sewer hole, smudged everything outside into gray, and isolated this small and dark world.

This is death without bloodshed, everything is poetic like the picture drawn by the artist.

Unprecedented satisfaction filled Daode's body, Daode gently held the last light spot in his hand, turned around, and said to Corberus: "Let's go."

Corberos didn't ask anything, the only thing he noticed was the master's suddenly rosy complexion, and the tension between the corners of the eyes and brows relaxed.

They left here and never went back.

Fu Zhe's morality...killed the conscience?

Cui Zuojing didn't know what kind of expression he should have for a while. No wonder Fu Zhe could only perceive the position of a fragment no matter what. No wonder Daode has a stronger space power than goodwill at the beginning. Fragments, but fused with conscience——

No, it can't be said to be fusion. He killed the conscience, which means that all he has is the power carried on the fragments of conscience, and what about the quality represented by the fragments themselves?

Is Fu Zhe's conscience gone like this?

The author has something to say: I didn't expect it!