I Was Once a Legend - Chapter 282

Everyone looked up and noticed the sudden condemnation.

Everyone: lying trough! ! !

No one can care for anyone at any time, and everyone immediately ran away in the direction away from Lin Hangzhi.

Cui Zuojing delayed the time for the first time, leaving the opportunity for everyone to run far enough.

Victor pulled Lin Hang away and wanted to go, but Hang Zhi’s legs were so soft that he didn’t listen to him. As a target of condemnation, no matter where he ran, this meteorite would definitely turn around and smash him!

Lin Hang’s eyes watched the meteorite burning the flame tail getting closer and closer. When it was only a few dozen meters from the top of the two heads, Victor shouted: “Go!”

The key flashed and they were teleported to Wangque.

A loud bang was accompanied by the trembling of the earth, and the meteorite hit the place where the two were, smashing the ground into a giant pit more than ten meters deep, and the white surface of the burning red pricked with white smoke. The cracks spread around the meteorite, turning the once prosperous main road into a disaster scene in an instant. The violent vibration of the ground caused the tall buildings in the distance to be affected, and the whole showed 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 the whole person softened like noodles and slid down uncontrollably, almost foaming. But he failed to fall to the ground successfully. A hand stretched out from under his arm to hold him, with a **** cold blade against his carotid artery, Kelberus’ voice was cold from above his head Sounded: “Don’t move.”

The man didn’t know when he appeared behind him ghostly, so secretly that even Victor and Puffin near him didn’t notice that the wound under his rib was still bleeding, staring at the nearest Victor. If he had read correctly just now, this young man took Lin Hangzhi’s broken hand out of thin air.

Each of these people has the same unparalleled power as their master.

Kelberus gripped the knife even more, and the sweat in his palm soaked the bandage on the handle. He said coldly, “Get out of here.”

The first drop of rain fell on his tall nose bridge, very cold.

Lin Hangzhi was still soft, and the whole person was hanging on Kelberus’ arm, which was a little effort-saving. He didn’t treat the knife around his neck as a terrible threat. Victor was by his side. As long as he didn’t cut off his head with a knife, Victor could be cured.

After experiencing the pain of a lively broken hand and the shock of a meteorite hitting his head, Lin Hangzhi has sublimated, his soul has been detached, and there is nothing that can make his heart-wrenching heart feel terrified, no.

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

“You are going to kill him.” Corberus interrupted his words, firmly, “Don’t tell those nice lies, you can’t deceive me.”

Not far away, Cui Zuojing’s voice was calm: “He just had to return to where he should be. In other words, his morality as a person should not have become an independent personality.”

Kelberus stopped talking. He knew 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, Kelberus had a trace of fierceness in his eyes. The virtual image calculated by the kernel appeared in front of Dong Zheng’s eyes, showing Kelberus’ next most likely action. Before the opponent actually started, the silver-white crossbow appeared in Dong Zheng’s hands, took an arrow, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Kelberus suddenly felt a sudden vertigo, but his ears still caught the wind sound from the arrow shooting. The survival of the life and death tempered by countless times could make him dodge sideways, and he had to cut off Lin Hang. The knife in the throat turned away. The arrow of “ping” hit the knife surface, and the weapon that had been quenched with blood countless times broke into a small hole!

Victor took the opportunity to **** Lin Hang back, and hundreds of insects crawled out of the cracks in the ground smashed by the meteorite, and climbed to Kelberus’ feet almost instantly. It was as if ants were able to kill the elephant, and no matter how brave the soldiers were, these countless insects had no way to take them. At this moment, another arrow shot.

When the arrow was about to pierce Kelberus’ shoulder, it seemed to suddenly hit a layer of invisible barrier, and stopped the momentum of flying. The next moment, Kelberus’ figure disappeared.

The fluctuation of the energy of the space made the keys in everyone’s hands shine together. Cui Zuojing turned his head sharply and looked at it. The young man who was exactly the same as Fu Zhe didn’t know when to stand not far. The tip of the white scarf is like a white flower, and solemnly like who is going to attend the funeral.

——His own funeral.

With the help of Kelberus, he was able to get rid of the swarm. The wound under his rib was not bleeding too much. This injury was nothing to Kelberus. He stared at him. The uninvited guests who want to take away their masters are so aggressive that even their eyes seem to stab people.

Moral hands gently rested on Kelberus’s shoulders, his eyes glanced over everyone’s faces, and finally fixed on Cui Zuojing’s face, paused, and said softly: “I remember you.”

“I know.” Just as goodwill awakened memories of the past after seeing him, so is morality. Cui Zuojing took a step forward, he noticed a slight difference in morals and asked, “Have you ever seen a conscience?”

Morality smiled. He looked at Kelberus, with gentleness that only the two of them understood, and turned to Cui Zuojing again, leaving nothing but indifference.

“Conscience?” He said casually, “Conscience is dead.”

“Conscience is dead?”

Cui Zuojing stunned that he never expected to hear such an answer. The space force in morality was far stronger than the original goodwill, so he thought that morality had already merged with conscience before asking that question.

But he said his conscience is dead? What does “dead” mean?

“Simple, literally, I killed him.”

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

The induction between souls exists not only between the body and the fragments, but also fragments and fragments. Since morality has discovered that he is weak, he is constantly trying to find a way 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 morals spent several months locating other fragments, he had space power, and things were easy to do. Eventually, he brought Kelberus, who had become his most trusted heart, to another small world where the fragments were.

The world was in chaos. Everyone on the wasteland struggled to live. Moral took a little effort to find the conscience that was hiding in the sewer.

He was very embarrassed, with a black flute, and the moon-white robe that was supposed to be gorgeous on his body was dirty at this time, and his face that was exactly the same as morality was unmaskable tiredness, but his eyes were tired but still there. What morality often sees in his own eyes is the precipitation of wisdom.

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

In times of crisis, conscience is always what people choose to discard first.

There is no need for conscience here.

“Who are you?” he asked conscience when he saw the same person in front of him.

“Don’t you already guess it?”

Conscience nodded, he was not flustered, looked at Kelberus behind Moral, and his eyes returned to Moral Face: “What do you want to find here?”

“I’ll ask you if there is a way to maintain our own strength.” Morality didn’t miss the obvious weakness between conscience and hands, and paused, saying, “Obviously, you don’t seem to have any.”

The conscience smiled. He smiled beautifully, softly and heartily, as if all injustice had not encountered him, he had not been abandoned by anyone. This is a smile that has never been on the moral face:

“You are still delusional about the impossible.”

“It’s better than some people who dare not even think about it.”

“Why, no matter how, the ending will not change, after all, you and I…”

“No.” Morality interrupted him. “At least, I don’t think that is impossible, because I have a good way to try now.”

The cane lightly tapped on the dirty ground where water was flowing, making a soft sound, and morality stared at the conscience with a suspicious expression, and the voice suddenly froze:

“kill him.”

Corberus’s knife cut off the conscience’s head at the next moment. He didn’t hesitate, and started to face the same person as his master.

Because he knows who is his master.

Conscience didn’t even make effective resistance. His head flew out, but no blood flowed out. The body of conscience turned into a little lilac light, attracted by the morality of the same power in front of him, and gathered around him.

Moral extended his hand, and the soul, full of space power, fell into his palm and became a part of him.

In the grey and black sewer pipes, the light and flow gathered in the palm of the young man, illuminating his face, and the man with the knife accompanied him on the side, looking at it with surprise.

The sound of rain was screaming outside, the rain curtain pouring down from the opening of the sewer, dimming everything from the outside into gray, isolating this small and dark world.

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

Unprecedented satisfaction filled the moral body, and morality gently held the last light point in his hand, turned around, and said to Kelberus: “Go.”

Corberus didn’t ask anything. The only thing he noticed was the owner’s suddenly ruddy complexion, and the tightness between the eyebrows of the corner.

They left here and never went back.

Fu Zhe’s morality… killing conscience?

Cui Zuojing didn’t even know what kind of expression he should be for a while. No wonder Fu Zhe could only perceive the location of a debris no matter what. No wonder morality has a stronger spatial force than the original goodwill. He is not a simple one. Fragment, but the fusion of conscience-

No, it cannot be said that it is fusion. He killed the conscience, which means that he has only the power carried on the fragments of conscience, and what quality does the fragment itself represent?

Does Fu Zhe’s conscience disappear?

The author has something to say: I did not expect it!