Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Because from this perspective, there seems to be no real conflict between the two sides.

Of course, that is when there is no main god mission.

The metal layers transformed by the Sui Xin Iron Soldiers on his face overlapped and retreated backwards.

Chen Zilong showed an expression of deep thought.

There is no other reason for this cooperation.

Whether it is waiting for dawn or waiting for Imhotep and others to reach the summit, it will take time.

Since the other party has extended an olive branch again, Chen Zilong naturally has no reason to refuse to cooperate with him.

As for why this person hasn't given up after what happened in New York.

Chen Zilong guessed that this person was attracted by someone's brain, so he once again extended an olive branch, which was unusual for him.

Otherwise, any ordinary person would have rushed up and attacked him as if he had seen his mortal enemy.

Chen Zilong stood in place, looking at the shadow of the deer spirit above his head in silence for a reasonable period of time.

Then he spoke with hesitation.

"Our team is decided by the captain, the one who fought against you."

"For example, your wings come from him."

"So even though I think what you said is absolutely right, I still need to apply to the captain."

The brown-haired young man turned his head, looked at his wings and nodded seriously.

"Yes, this is all thanks to your captain's life essence, otherwise I would not have evolved the ability to fly in such a short time."

"It is because of this pair of wings that I was able to get here before you."

"Before I met you, I never thought there was such a thing in the world."

"The vampires in Western legends are truly magical."

"Every one of you, of course."

“I’m very interested now.”

"Including you, and the one above you."

"But it is precisely because of this that I am confused. I am confused as to why you are standing against me."

Chen Zilong raised his head slightly and looked directly into the other person's eyes, his tone calm as if he was talking about a very ordinary little thing.

At this moment, Chen Zilong seemed to be possessed by the Oscar statuette.

Every expression and body movement is slow and reveals a thoughtful look.

"You want to know why we stopped you?"

“Isn’t this easy to understand?”

"Because if you continue to evolve like this, you will become the being that rules this world."

"So we have to stop you."

The brown-haired young man shook his head and looked at the other party in confusion.

"If you succeed, I will no longer exist in this world."

"This world will also have its own rulers."

"So, if I understand correctly, you want to be the ruler?"

"Because I can't seem to think of any other answer besides this reason."

Chen Zilong was thinking about how to delay time and shook his head and said:
"Even without you, even with all our power, we will not take over any country, let alone the world."

"We'll let the world run its course and let them take charge of themselves."

The brown-haired young man seemed to have heard a joke and actually smiled.

He opened his mouth and said:
"Do you know what people in this world now call this time point?"

"World War II!"

"The Second World War of the whole world."

"Except for the dormant ancient entity in the East, most other countries were forced to get involved because of their own interests."

"They are the people who died in the wars between these countries."

"That's a lot more than I've killed."

"The weapons in their hands are becoming more powerful and more lethal."

"If this continues, will there be World War III?"

"Or is it the fourth time?"

"These inferior creatures will eventually destroy themselves and become just passing visitors on this billion-year-old planet."

"And this is what you mean by letting them develop on their own?"

"Control yourself?"

"Let's not talk about the inevitable outcome. Just the current war, isn't it a process of the survival of the fittest?"

"Since it is the law of the jungle, the strong will eat the weak."

"Why can't I?"

The brown-haired young man said meaningfully while looking at Chen Zilong in the snow:
"In the final analysis!"

"How are they different from me?"

"Aren't your actions actually just condoning the emergence of another me?"

"Maybe that me is not the same as my current form."

“Will it be the will of a nation?”

"Or perhaps an individual."

"An alliance? But it doesn't matter."

"Since you can allow such an existence to appear."

"Then why can't this existence be me?"

Chen Zilong was stunned for a moment when he heard the words of the brown-haired young man.

It’s not about how much truth the other person says.

It was because he came here from the real world, so he knew that what the other party said was true.

In a sense.

It is as if everyone on the Zhongzhou team has traveled through time back to this point in World War II.

So I know that what he said is the cruel reality.

In the current world, things develop according to the process described by the brown-haired young man.

War shapes peace.

Shaped that lofty will.

Chen Zilong collected his thoughts and replied:

"If a war is unavoidable, we will definitely help the just side."

The brown-haired young man stepped forward and spread his hands.

"In this way, doesn't it mean that you want to uphold justice and fairness?"

"But in reality, only the ruling class will uphold justice."

"Justice is just another name for victory."

"Because only such beings can judge right and wrong according to their own will."

"To come and do what is called justice!"

"This answer doesn't match what you just said."

Chen Zilong slowly raised his head, his voice low and slow.

It was like a savior whose veil had been unveiled.

"Even if we become the rulers, we will never restrict their freedom, let alone allow them to invade each other."

"We will try our best to maintain the peace."

The brown-haired young man kept smiling upon hearing this answer.

Even the curve at the corners of the mouth is more exaggerated.

"Peace?"

"Two stupid words!"

"I never thought that a being with your power would utter such ridiculous words."

"If you really think this way, the world probably wouldn't be like this now."

“Justice that goes with the flow is not justice.”

It was at this time that Zhu Wen's voice sounded from between Chen Zilong's eyebrows.

"You are the bad guy, and we are the good guys."

"Isn't this reason enough?"

"Good guy? Bad guy?" The brown-haired young man's voice was terribly cold. He pointed at the snow monster that fell beside him because of serious injuries.

"In their, or your eyes, I or we may be a bad person."

"But in the eyes of animals, other creatures on Earth, and even the planet, we are all bad guys."

"In this world that you can see, tell me, are we really divided into good and bad?"

"Actually, there isn't, is there?"

"So, why are you stopping me?"

"Why are you standing in front of me?"

"Why should you seek justice for me?"

"What's the difference between you and me?"

The originally calm brown-haired young man questioned excitedly as he spoke one sentence after another.

But before Chen Zilong and Zhu Wen could answer, he said to himself:
"You call me a monster, but who says monsters can't become the new order?"

"Anyone who puts on that mask becomes a pilgrim on this path like me."

“Even if this road is not easy to walk on.”

Chen Zilong looked thoughtful and took two deep breaths.

He seemed to have made a very important decision, and then spoke again:
"You have successfully convinced me, so I can agree to your request first. But there is one condition."

Hearing this, the brown-haired young man put away the smile on his face.

Because he obviously recalled some bad memories, but he still answered patiently:

"What conditions?"

"Have you ever seen the Dragon Emperor?"

"A being similar to us."

After Chen Zilong finished speaking, the two of them stared closely at every expression on the brown-haired young man's face.

Who would have thought that this person would actually admit it directly.

"Yes, of course I have."

"So he is your target?"

Chen Zilong nodded directly.

But it was this action that made the brown-haired young man frown.

But just when the brown-haired young man was about to say something else.

A gust of yellow dust suddenly swept up from the cliff outside the palace building.

When the dust stopped beside Chen Zilong.

Chen Zilong heard Jonathan shouting at the top of his voice:

"Fuck, is that the Eye of Shangri-La?"

"It's amazing that this monster hasn't been obtained yet!"

When hearing the first half of the sentence, Chen Zilong felt unwell and wanted to cover this big mouth.

Then call Evelin and ask this person to come over and take your brother away, and stop torturing them.

Haven’t you seen that they are now engaging in “peaceful” negotiations?

Dawn is almost coming out, can't you chat with each other for a while?

Why do you have to do this?
Chen Zilong just wants to say that man proposes, God disposes.

Plans can't keep up with changes.

Jonathan finally managed to slur the second half of the sentence.

Just when Chu Xuan and Guo Ming were secretly thinking that something was wrong.

The brown-haired young man opposite him suddenly changed his expression.

"Stubborn, damn it!"

Seeing this scene, Chen Zilong cursed and moved at the same time.

He exerted force with his feet and instantly stepped off the ground and rose up.

Because just as Jonathan finished the second half of his sentence.

Red blood vessels have already sprouted under the gray-white bricks.

Obvious.

This time the brown-haired young man also learned a lesson.

That is, delaying time will never be exclusive to the Zhongzhou team.

Even if Jonathan didn't say anything, when this man's blood vessels spread throughout the palace square.

I guess this person will not let go of Chen Zilong who is standing among them.

But even so.

Chen Zilong and Zhu Wen still blamed Jonathan for the incident.

"Fuck, Jonathan, next time I'll seal your mouth!"

Looking at the sucking blood vessels on the golden "armor", Chen Zilong's face was as ugly as it could be.

Imhotep, who led everyone to the summit, knew at this time that someone had messed up something, and he didn't even have a single figure.

After throwing the others backwards, he cooperated with Chen Zilong and rolled towards the old enemy.

Sometimes battles come so suddenly.

Chen Zilong crossed his arms and was on guard against the increasing number of blood vessels under his body.

While controlling the "armor" on the surface of the body, it extended out sharp blades to cut off these creatures.

Chen Zilong has not forgotten his previous experience.

As a creature of flesh and blood, both he and Zhu Wen can be said to be restrained by monsters.

Now, if it weren’t for this set of armor transformed by Sui Xin’s iron soldiers.

Chen Zilong didn't dare to engage in close combat with this man.

He doesn't have the explosive skills like Zheng Zha, who can't escape from the battlefield after getting close to the enemy.

Compared to the timid Chen Zilong.

On the other side, Imhotep, after shaking off the burden, pounced on it without hesitation like a wild cat seeing food.

As the saying goes, there is always someone to take over, and everything will go according to your will.

Imhotep, whose body turned into mad sand, seemed to be the natural nemesis of this evolved monster.

Great power?
high speed?
Can it infect living things?

What's the use?

If you want to survive in this day and age, you have to exercise restraint.

Countless scarlet blood vessels constantly pierced the yellow sand in the air.

Unfortunately, this time no matter how hard he tried to catch the infection.

It seems like a joke for Imhotep who doesn't even have a body.

And the tentacles and blood vessels that spread out along with the flesh.

On the contrary, as it rolled in contact with the sand, it took away traces of inconspicuous moisture.

Chen Zilong, who was in mid-air, even squinted his eyes and didn't see what happened.

The man who had just been standing there negotiating was grabbed by the neck by Imhotep and pressed to the ground.

As the water content continues to decrease, the blood vessels growing in the air are like withered flowers.

It became stiff, shrunken, and finally became like dried meat.

A strong young man was turned into a wrinkled piece of jerky with facial features, nose and mouth in the hands of Imhotep.

"So, this is the monster you're talking about?"

After saying that, Imhotep stood up, and the stiff jerky on the ground turned into dark brown particles inch by inch.

Even so, the high priest was still worried.

He actually waved his hand and summoned a blue flame, which burned the thing into ashes before he felt relieved.

Seeing this scene, Chen Zilong's mouth twitched.

Don’t say Ansuna doesn’t understand this time.

Chen Zilong also couldn't understand how this ruthless and decisive high priest could have lost.

Moreover, he lost to someone who was not very careful with his words.

Thinking of this, he immediately smiled bitterly:
"Yes, it is this monster."

"I can only say that your ability is too powerful for such an existence..."

The last word came out of Chen Zilong's mouth.

Zhu Wen, who had been possessing him, cried out in surprise. (End of this chapter)