Infinite Horror: The Strongest Zhongzhou Team

Perhaps it's bloodline, perhaps it's skill, or perhaps it's some kind of prop.

But what they could think of, how could Zhao Zhuikong not think of?

In some ways, the unknown is the most terrifying thing, compared to the enemy who is already standing in front of you.

So, given the choice of three, Richard was fortunate enough to be the first.

Once there's a first, there's bound to be a second.

Just then, Zhao Zhuikong arrived in front of a girl wearing silver holy armor.

Almost simultaneously, the dagger in his hand was stained with warm blood.

Even through the flow of blood, Zhao Zhuikong could feel the beating frequency of that small heart.

This is the most beautiful sound.

But this time, before he could even receive a hint from the main god...

This being, whom he had already confirmed to be dead, transformed into a beam of white light and vanished right in front of him.

Even Zhao Zhuikong was momentarily stunned when he saw the reward points and side quests disappear.

Only then did this person understand what was going on.

This veteran member of the Dongying team actually used some kind of path selection to escape the horror movie and return to the main god space ahead of time.

Just as Zhao Zhuikong turned his gaze to the third person.

Richard and Hashimoto Kanna's delay gave Zhan Lan ample time to react.

Zhan Lan's eyes narrowed instantly as she was encased in the mecha.

An invisible wave of spiritual energy suddenly surged out from in front of him.

At this moment, Zhan Lan murmured to herself:
"Mental interference!"

"Reality distorted!"

The two unconventional mental skills were unleashed simultaneously, without any distinction between them.

It hit the figure that came to greet it.

The next moment.

Then, something surprising happened.

The object in front of Zhan Lan, along with the dagger, began to dissipate into specks of light without warning.

It was as if a gentle breeze had blown by.

This may have triggered a chain reaction.

This isn't the only one.

Zhao Zhuikong, who was surrounding Chen Zilong and Zheng Zha, also experienced this situation.

In the end, only Zhao Zhuikong remained, falling to the ground and spitting out a fine mist of blood.

Saw this scene.

No one present had time to mourn Richard, whose head hadn't even hit the ground yet.

They all rushed toward that one and only figure using various means.

The saying "strike while the iron is hot" is deeply understood by both the Zhongzhou team and other teams.

In mid-air, Zheng Zha's wings exploded with blood and flesh, and with the powerful thrust he gained, he was the first to arrive in front of Zhao Zhuikong.

Although he didn't know what had happened between Zhan Lan and Zhao Zhuikong, it was obvious.

The original mirroring capability has been broken.

Now only Zhao Zhuikong remains, and he has suffered another severe blow from an unknown source.

When Zheng Zha arrived, the cloud of blood mist that had just been spat out of Zhao Zhuikong's mouth seemed to be summoned.

A strange, crimson light appeared.

Then it condensed into tiny blood blades and rushed back towards Zhao Zhuikong.

His colleague Zheng Zha's right-hand storage ring was filled with destructive energy, and he threw a punch at it.

The air above the fist was almost cracked.

Behind Zhao Zhuikong, another golden hoop tore through space and swung fiercely upwards and forwards.

Two hands, formed from transparent ice crystals, emerged from the ground and embraced Zhao Zhuikong's lower body.

A surge of black liquid erupted from the right side, and in that instant, it infected most of Zhao Zhuikong's body like a virus.

Just at this moment.

Zhao Zhuikong seemed to understand something, and smiled as he looked at the four people surrounding him, muttering to himself.

The four of them clearly did not hear Zhao Zhuikong make a sound.

But they all heard one sentence.

I hope you'll be just as lucky next time we meet!

She finished speaking in murmurs.

Even with the previous diamond-shaped shield, the half-crippled figure in the middle was surrounded by four people.

But in the end, it was still blown into a pile of minced meat.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that their remains have been completely destroyed.

But before they could even breathe a sigh of relief...

He hadn't even finished hearing the prompt from the voice of the main god in Chen Zilong's mind.

A strange feeling arose in my heart.

It felt like my heart was being squeezed by a giant hand.

A sense of danger?
But where is the danger?
With Zhu Wen's help, Chen Zilong found the source of the danger in a very short time.

It was a dagger.

No, what's flying through the air now looks more like a throwing knife.

In the blink of an eye, the throwing knife arrived within five or six meters of Chen Zilong.

But the weird thing is.

As the throwing knife continued to move forward, its speed gradually decreased until its flight path became visible even to an ordinary person.

But its strangeness goes far beyond that.

As the throwing knife continued to advance, it seemed to enter the water.

Ripples and waves constantly spread through the air.

the most important is.

As the throwing knife slowed down, Chen Zilong felt his entire being, both mentally and consciously, being forced to slow down along with it.

What truly shocked Chen Zilong and Zhu Wen was that, in their view, there wasn't just one throwing knife.

It's five!

Apart from the one next to him.

Zheng Zha, Gunnir, Neos Honda, Zhan Lan, and even the already dead Richard all had this special throwing knife around them.

Those being targeted by each other's throwing knives received a message from the depths of their being.

That means no matter how slowly the throwing knife flies, it will eventually pierce their hearts!
It's obvious that this must be because some special item on Zhao Zhuikong's body, which allows him to perish together with others, has been successfully activated.

As time passes by.

Three meters, two meters, one meter!
The throwing knife that used to glide through the water is now moving as slowly as an old man nearing fifty.

If it were really going that fast, it should have lost momentum and fallen down long ago.

But the throwing knife is still in the air.

But even so.

Chen Zilong had no doubt about its lethality.

Fortunately, he still has Zhu Wen.

After the throwing knife reached a certain distance.

A seven-colored deer shadow tore through the slow-moving space, then grew larger and larger as it crashed into the flying knife.

not far away.

Zheng Zha realized for the first time that there were things that even the Destruction Mode couldn't resist.

For example, this throwing knife that moves forward in the water.

At this moment, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free from the illusion that his speed was being forcibly slowed down while he was in mid-air.

Compared to the throwing knife aimed at his heart, Zheng Zha was more worried about Zhan Lan in the distance.

Having vampire blood, he believed that even if his heart were pierced and destroyed, he would not die, and would even live a good life.

But Zhan Lan is different.

He didn't believe that Moss's nanotech armor could defend against Zhao Zhuikong's final counterattack before his death.

Thinking of this, the destructive energy intertwined within Zheng Zha's body began to erupt, first from his shoulders, then his feet, and continuing upwards to his calves!

Layers of flesh and bone exploded one after another.

Logically speaking, such power should be enough to propel Zheng Zha to turn forward in mid-air or even teleport.

Even if "sacrifice" is used.

Zheng Zha's progress was still very slow.

However, it's not entirely useless.

At least Zheng Zha turned around. He saw Zhan Lan in the distance, and that throwing knife that was also moving forward.

On the ground, Gungnir, his body shimmering with ice crystals, also entered slow motion, as he reached into his body to pull something out.

However, his movements were also slowed down without any limit.

Meanwhile, the venom on Neos Honda's body nearby was condensing and folding on his surface like a seizure, then rolling downwards.

Repeatedly.

It's like there's a problem.

If Harry Potter opened his eyes now, he would see a very strange scene.

Those were beings exuding powerful auras, all fixed in place, undergoing slow-motion decomposition and interpretation.

Even more bizarrely, each of these people was surrounded by a continuously flying dagger.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Just as Zheng Zha saw the tip of the flying knife merge into the nano mecha, a hole was also torn open in his own chest.

He wanted to roar, he wanted to stop it!
Even sound was blocked in the slowed-down space.

Gunnir's hand had just slipped inside his body and hadn't yet been removed.

Neos Honda's body began to emit white light.

But it's all too slow!
Just when everyone except Chen Zilong was in despair.

The white light shield enveloping the underground palace suddenly made a clicking sound.

It shattered and disappeared in the next moment.

at the same time.

Li Xiao, carrying the girl in his arms, stepped out of the Mirror of Eris.

Once you step outside, you'll see it naturally.

He stared at the somewhat peculiar underground palace, his expression momentarily blank with surprise.

There's no way around it, anyone would be stunned in this situation.

However, after hearing the message in his mind that the Zhongzhou team had accumulated one point, and seeing that Zhao Zhuikong was no longer on the battlefield, Li Xiao instantly understood what was going on.

Then a flash of electricity appeared beneath his feet.

The slow fluctuations that no one else could break through had no effect on Li Xiao, who had emerged from another dimension.

Li Xiao was the first to rush towards Zhan Lan, who was furthest away.

By the time he gripped the handle of the throwing knife, the last layer of the mech that Moss had mentioned had already been breached.

Then they did the same thing.

When Li Xiao landed again with Zhao Yingkong in his arms, there were several thuds.

Those who had just been frozen in place all fell to the ground without exception.
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The moon rabbit sets, the golden crow rises.

The darkness will always pass, and the light will return.

When the first rays of sunlight turned the walls of Hogwarts Castle golden.

The darkness began its orderly retreat, eventually disappearing beneath the sheer cliffs.

In the long-abandoned underground palace.

Harry Potter finally opened his eyes upon hearing the hurried and heavy footsteps.

The stone dome covered in various marks and the pitted walls around it briefly confused Harry.

Of the dozens of stone pillars in the palace, only three remain standing.

Even the flat ground has been turned into a concentration camp of rubble.

However, the fact that the magic stone was unharmed in his palm relieved him.

Harry Potter instinctively reached out and touched his heart.

There was a thin, long scratch that cut his sweater, but there was no mark on his skin.

what happened?
Mirror?

Wait, why is the Mirror of Eris broken?

And this palace.

I was thinking about it, and then I saw it out of the corner of my eye.

Hermione, Ron, and Hagrid, the three figures of two adults and one child, rushed down the stairs one after the other.

Harry then fainted again after being hugged tightly by Hagrid.

What he meant was that Hagrid was a bit too strong.

When Harry opened his eyes again.

He has already left that underground palace.

He lay down on a hospital bed in the infirmary.

Harry rubbed his eyes.

He managed to sit up, supporting himself with his hands.

Where are my glasses?

Looking at the blurry world, Harry reached out and began to feel around.

It was found shortly afterward at the head of the hospital bed.

“Get well soon!”

"In good health!"

The fruit basket by the bedside, along with some small gifts and countless snacks, all bore these two sentences.

Even the foot of the bed was piled high with all kinds of chocolates and cookies.

Good afternoon, Harry Potter!

Just as Harry was happily looking at the gift...

A voice rang out from outside the infirmary door.

Harry looked up.

It was Dumbledore, dressed in a red magic robe with white hair and beard.

"Dean Dumbledore?"

"you are back?"

Harry spoke up in surprise.

Dumbledore walked to the bedside.

Looking around, he smiled and said:

"Oh, it seems to be a gift from an admirer? How wonderful!"

Harry Potter was stunned:

"Worshippers?"

Dumbledore picked up a bag of bear-shaped biscuits and handed it to Harry:

"Your story with Professor Quirrell in the basement is a secret,"

"But sometimes, secrets spread like wildfire, so now the whole school knows."

"And that's how it happened, and you had a lot of admirers."

"After all, the story from twelve years ago is too far removed from them, and now you have defeated that one once again."

Harry laughed as he listened. He felt like he had forgotten something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Oh, it seems your friend Ron helped you open the Chocolate Frog."

As Dumbledore spoke, he handed Harry an opened chocolate.

It's the chocolate frog I bought on the train before, but it got away.

Has Ron been here?

"Is he alright? How about Hermione?"

Dumbledore reassured them, “Very good, don’t worry, they’re all fine, at least they don’t have to lie here like you.”

Harry nodded with satisfaction: "By the way, what about the Philosopher's Stone? Dean Dumbledore's Philosopher's Stone is..."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "Relax, dear. You can talk while lying down."

"The Philosopher's Stone has been destroyed. I talked to my friend Nick, and we both agreed that this was the best outcome."

Harry thought of the story they had witnessed: "But wasn't the Philosopher's Stone the key to Nicolas Flamel's immortality?"

"Won't Mr. Nicolas Flamel die if the Philosopher's Stone is destroyed?"

Dumbledore looked at the flowers by Harry's bedside and sat down.

He patted Harry's hand and said:

“You’re right, he created the Philosopher’s Stone, but he also had other elixirs of immortality.”

Harry then nodded.

After saying all that, the initial excitement began to fade, and my whole body started to ache again.

Perhaps sensing Harry Potter's distress, Dumbledore gently pressed him back onto the sickbed.

Harry then seemed to realize something and asked again:
"By the way, Dean, how did I get the Philosopher's Stone?" (End of Chapter)