Returning from the abyss

Chapter 1398 The dust has settled
The contemporary master of the Hook Finger Temple, Licilia, has not been able to make a Hook Finger Pact with the older generation of tourists. In this regard, people from the previous era have an unexpectedly unified view.

But it didn’t matter. The oath took effect very quickly. Within a moment, blurry human figures began to emerge in the ripples in all the space.

When Wen Rong saw this scene, the blue light in his eyes dimmed a lot: "Why did you call so many people!"

Her strong survival instinct burst out, and for a moment all she could think of was ways to escape. But she also knew that now that she was facing so many people who were specially called here, she probably had no chance of escaping.

At the same time, people who were invited to the pledge also landed one after another.

"Likilia, your oath is still not good enough." After a figure landed, he clenched his fist slightly and said, "How much is left? One tenth? With only this little power left, when can you build your own sixth dimension?"

"Come on, we're counting on you to connect everyone."

"You met a tyrant?"

After the figures landed, they all greeted Licilia's shadow, and some even waved to Ning Ke.

"Another poor person chosen by a tyrant? This time it's... Oh, I can't tell, so it's that one." A tall woman was the first to set her eyes on Wen Rong.

"The King of Secrets, the Collector, we have used so many nicknames to refer to him that even the nicknames themselves are a little vague."

Several figures came up to the woman, and one of them was taking out something like a glove and putting it on.

"We have someone in this scene." The man next to him, whose appearance was bright red even in his shadow state, smiled and said, "Zhirun, this is your deputy."

"His medical skills are trustworthy, but his interpersonal skills are still not good. Who knows what he did in this scene for his research... He will probably come back to me to apologize." The man wearing gloves replied, "But this person chosen by the tyrant has severe cognitive pollution, distorted memory, mild psychological dependence, and personality damage symptoms. The state of his soul is not good at all. If it weren't for the tyrant's pollution, he would be a good research case."

"Can it be cured?" asked the tall woman.

"If we can take him to my lab, maybe we can find a treatment. The conditions here are not that good." Zhirun shook his head. "We came here in response to the oath, so there is no need to make things difficult for the original oath-taker."

"it is good."

At the same time, the rest of the people also began to form teams in twos and threes following the familiar scent. No one thought that Wen Rong could escape, because as early as when they first arrived here, someone had already restricted the surrounding area of ​​activity.

"The sky is round and the earth is square, the eternal territory, the falling sand, the space-distorting maze..."

Wen Rong slowly recovered from her trembling state, the blue light in her pupils gradually subsided, and the expression on her face gradually calmed down. Another personality completely emerged from her body. Unlike the previous curious move in the basement of Zhenjian Villa, this time, the consciousness of the Infinite Library recognized the crisis in the outside world and was ready to solve it personally.

"Finally, I'm not hiding anymore."

"I didn't participate in the war that year, so I can't miss it this time."

"But how much strength does this tyrant still have?"

With the transmission of some communication capabilities, the figures began to form a siege. Each of them was a master of the new era. After all, being able to be taken as the object of the oath meant that they had the same level of combat power as the master of the Hook Finger Temple.

Faced with this situation, the first words the tyrant said were -

"so good."

Except for a few people with more experience, everyone else was stunned.

The tyrant laughed.

"I am very happy to see that all the people here are strangers. This shows that after our era has passed, the distribution center is still moving forward, although not as I wish...but you still continue to guard our distribution center and not stand still."

Ning Ke spoke up at this time: "He is a tyrant of the old times, and he should have the bearing to rule the distribution center. But don't relax, this guy is a tyrant known for his cunning!"

"She's right. Unfortunately, the library didn't record my death, but I don't think it's any use. New times, new people, I think the methods should have been updated many times... Oh, yes, this scene also reminded me of some past events, such as my colleagues who I didn't have a particularly good relationship with."

The door opened from behind the tyrant, and then the atmosphere between heaven and earth changed. The Infinite Library reread the records and constructed the figures of the warriors who had served under the tyrants. Behind these figures, five people who already had physical bodies walked out of the door.

"You've used the record for the fourth time. Keyhole." The man in black military uniform and with a gloomy face said, "You know that using the record is just a futile struggle, but you keep making the same ineffective move every time."

"But we have seen quite a few pretty good seedlings, haven't we? If I were still alive, I would like to recruit quite a few of them under my command." The middle-aged man in the center, wearing a brown windbreaker and with sharp eyes, crossed his arms and looked at the figures on Ning Ke's side with a critical look.

"This place has been completely blocked off. It seems that neither we nor they are going to let the fight here leak out to the scene. Very good, they have already had some awareness." The man who looked like the Pope, wearing dark yellow clothes and a crown on his head, focused his attention on the means of blocking the space.

"But they still need to be saved. They don't realize... No, no, no, they can't realize it. Alas, they are not strong enough. They have dispersed their resources too much. No, no..." The slightly hunched man grabbed his hair anxiously, "But I'm already dead. The dead should not become an obstacle to the living..."

"Shut up, Li Du." The strange man who looked like a man and a woman with green and blue skin said impatiently, "You want to save them here? Your savior days are over. We are just called out by that bastard Suoyan through the record. We are not even the real body."

The Archon, the Tyrant, the Death Star, the Lord of Pain, and Doctor Weird.

These five people have no cognitive interference. Even though they have been dead for a long time, the faces of the tyrants who were famous in that era are still familiar to the tourists here. When facing the keyhole, they will see the records of these tyrants, and some of them are not unfamiliar. As the Archon said, this is the fourth time.

"As usual, each of you should find a target to restrain. The tyrants' records do not have the props and abilities that the tyrants themselves obtained from the distribution center. Even the keyhole cannot restore them." The tall woman said to some familiar figures on the left and right, "But be careful of the abilities they have researched themselves, as well as the combat effectiveness of their attendants."

Records don’t grow.

No matter how hard the keyhole tried to collect more collections by instinct, the tyrant's record was over, and the dead would not add new content. Every time these records were defeated, visitors would learn more about the past, and their awe of that period of history would gradually turn into some kind of experience of their own. However, the effect of training would gradually weaken.

With several tourists who had fought against Tyrant Records before as the core, they quickly divided into groups and faced their respective opponents. The Tyrant Records did not hesitate in the face of the challenge, and even though they knew they were facing the worst enemy, they still commanded their troops to continue to meet them.

But in this way, there are only a few people left beside Ning Ke.

Zhirun was one of the few people who stayed behind.

"Palace Master Ning Kezhun, I know you want to save people. This is contrary to the personality traits of the previous masters of the Sanctuary of the Head, but I think it is a good thing. Listen, the person who was boarded has long had his cognition distorted. I am afraid that he is just like the people who were chosen by the keyhole before, and they all think that the keyhole came from the reward of the distribution center, forgetting that this thing is a wreckage that was accidentally encountered in the scene. The treatment of cognitive distortion is not complicated, and I can provide you with a treatment plan now. However, the most troublesome problem is the severe pollution she has suffered - the knowledge in the Boundless Library is dead, and the pollution is very high."

"Yes." Ning Ke still had great respect for the first doctor of the distribution center.

"But I noticed a symptom that shouldn't have appeared in her. Can it be said that you have taken some emergency measures in advance?" Zhirun asked again.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember doing that." Ning Ke shook his head. "Besides, even if it's just a shadow of the Tyrant, I don't think I can find any emergency solutions under its all-round surveillance. The most likely outcome of our encounter is a direct fight."

Zhirun glanced at the battlefield where fierce fighting was taking place, but the scene was not large. The strength of both sides was limited for various reasons, and it was not worth mentioning compared to what Zhirun had experienced in the scene.

"Is there such a thing?" she asked. "You mean the place where the comprehensive surveillance fails?"

“…Perhaps.”

"Assuming there was, do you think that in that situation, would you try to save someone, or take some action that might have saved someone?"

"Yes." Ning Ke said firmly.

"Zhao Yuqiao can't handle this matter, and he can't provide support here either." Zhirun said, "You must be prepared for failure to save the people."

"Then what do I need to do?" Ning Ke asked.

"Do what you were going to do, kill her." Zhirun pointed his finger, "No matter what, this body that has been completely corrupted by the tyrant is useless, just kill it. As for how many useful parts you can get back, it depends on whether you have made sufficient preparations before."

"I understand." Ning Ke took a deep breath, then leaned over and pulled out a long sword of light and darkness from the edge of his shadow.

When Suoyan saw Ning Ke drawing his sword, he grinned, stroked his arm with his finger, and then pulled out the copper coin sword that he had taken from Ning Ke.

"The Path of the Blood Sword."

Blood gushed out of Wen Rong and Ning Ke's bodies, gathering on the weapons in their hands, and turned into blood-red long swords with barbs. The swords of both parties were similar in shape, the only difference was that the blade made by the keyhole looked quite sharp, while the sword in Ning Ke's hand was square, with no sharp parts except the barbs on it.

But no one doubts its lethality.

"Come on... let me see how the paths taken by future generations are different." Lockeye swung the blood sword quickly, and a row of smaller swords were arranged in a circle beside him, followed by a powerful jump and chop.

The smelly blood wave surged as the rapier shot out at the moment of landing. Ning Ke also completed a short period of power accumulation at this time, and slashed out a blood arc with his sword. The arc split the blood wave, and Ning Ke also accelerated himself in an instant, catching up with the speed of the blood arc, and directly crossed the wide-area attack of the blood wave.

"Concentrated on singles? Hahaha, it seems that the environment has become much more lenient, and even the Lord of the Temple of the Headless doesn't need to consider large-scale executions!" Lockeye laughed wantonly, swung the blood sword, and once again launched a large-scale attack containing blood swords and blood bullets. This reappearance of the Lord of the Temple of the Headless is undoubtedly a record left by the battle in the past, and the lethality is indeed not small.

“Times are progressing.”

After splitting the blood wave, Ning Ke was inevitably scratched in some places. Even if she sped up her time, she couldn't avoid all the dense barrage attacks. Although Ning Ke was stronger than this blood wave in single-point breakthrough, she felt that she could no longer see the keyhole.

Beheading fantasy... should be a derived ability of the previous hall master. Just like Liqilia is studying the sixth dimension, after reaching the position of hall master, the person who fully masters this inherited ability will have the spare time to study some further uses, but Ning Ke is only a quasi-hall master now.

She felt that even as she accelerated, she was sinking into a quagmire of death. She even thought in a trance that she was already dead. Now it was just an illusion before death still floating in the depths of her soul. Countless arms were seeping out of the blood, trying to pull her in and drown her.

Then, a sharp pain welled up from the depths of my soul.

"As expected..."

The soul needle, the defensive measures that Zhirun had arranged on her in advance took effect. Just as she was reminded when she made the finger-crossing oath, only by trusting the instructions of the oath-maker would someone respond to the oath.

She didn't need to think about anything else, just get close and kill the target. Other problems would naturally be solved by others!

Nine arcs of blood were slashed out in an instant. Accelerating fifteen times, these arcs had almost no order. They were like Moses opening the sea, creating a path out of death. The end of this path even pointed to the creator of death.

The distance between the two sides was less than two meters. Lockeye looked at Ning Ke with some surprise as he rushed out of the waves covered in blood. Then he smiled and said, "You have a good will. I will keep an eye on you until the next time—"

"Death penalty designated!"

Keyhole's body suddenly blossomed, and countless keyholes opened from the torso, disintegrating Wen Rong's body as a whole. Blue light blossomed everywhere where the keyholes opened. In this state, any attack would be drawn into the Infinite Library. This was also the ultimate protection of the Infinite Library for the chosen one.

At the same time, the shadow of a clock appeared behind Ning Ke, and a vertical pupil appeared on the clock dial. The power in the pupil commanded time.

"Backtrack."

The blood wave retreated, the keyhole was restored, and the body that was on the verge of breaking became one again. Only the blue light that transcends time was still shining in Wen Rong's eyes, and that expression seemed to have calmly accepted this failure.

Then, the bloody sword swept across the neck.