These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 1203 The Resistance in the Past [Round Table]

The horror world headquarters.

When Ning Zheng arrived here, the place was still being live-broadcasted.

The entire world line is filled with various live broadcast channels, connected to more than 3,000 high-dimensional civilizations for broadcasting. It is a very popular channel.

It is expected to compete in the top 1,000 ratings of the entire time.

Except for some official TV stations that focus on people's livelihood, it is already considered quite excellent.

"Is there a super-dimensional true immortal organization with the background of Celestial Immortal Venerable behind it?"

"This is not something that can be easily exposed."

Ning Zheng did not choose to alarm anyone. She simply raised her hand and killed all the high-dimensional immortals present, turning them into bubbles of shadow crocodile embers.

"Shadow Ash, please return to me."

Endless darkness covered the entire world like a night tide, and the mountains, rivers, and buildings swallowed up everyone silently.

Even the high-dimensional immortals stationed here had no time to react and were swallowed up by the darkness.

Overwhelming amounts of special embers continue to be born.

Millions of workers were all reduced to ashes, looking around in confusion, and then at the black figure standing in the sky.

"Greetings, my lord."

"Greetings, my lord."

Each of them is a shadow crocodile soul body, emitting a black glow, and their bodies are curved and angular.

"Go and continue working. Now is not the time to expose yourself."

Although attacking this large organization would certainly be discovered, it would be enough to delay them for some time.

Wow!
Countless bubbles of Shadow Crocodile's embers began to absorb their own corpses on the ground. The bubbles were gradually filled with flesh and blood, and soon they turned into naked lives, picking up the clothes on the ground and putting them on.

On the streets, people who should go to work go to work, and those who should work do their jobs.

The large-scale television program force spanning the entire prehistoric multidimensional universe was instantly brought under Ning Zheng's command.

The highest combat power in prehistoric times was only that of a high-dimensional True Immortal. They were unable to break through to the level of an Immortal Lord. No matter how stunning, powerful, or eternally lived they were, they could not defeat individual Immortal Lords who would die of old age in later generations.

"You guys, tell me about the origin of your horror game? Who is the founder?"

Ning Zheng sat down directly on the main seat, fiddling with a crystal ball that controlled the entire horror game, watching a series of various escape games being played inside.

Screaming, wailing, despair, and roaring are the main themes of the entire TV program.

"The origin of our horror game is..." The Lord of Horror is the powerful ruler of this generation of horror games. He looks like an exaggerated clown, tall and thin, seven meters tall, like a bamboo pole on stilts.

"Wait, has your live broadcast channel always been so bloody and violent?" Ning Zheng interrupted him.

"Those who can watch our channel are at least high-dimensional civilizations, and most of these civilizations are keen on blood and violence."

The Lord of Horror explained, and then said: "The origin of our Horror Game is a group of defectors who are ready to escape the control of the Immortal Lord, an organization called the [Round Table], and various anonymous super-dimensional civilization powerhouses."

Ning Zheng frowned slightly. A big drama right at the start? Are you a bunch of traitors?
It seems that I have finally found useful information.

As expected, my bad luck only happened once or twice. I couldn’t find it on Blue Star, but I found it here, right?
It’s all because of the Immortal Lord of Misfortune, who lowered my luck value.

Now, I am still very lucky.

As long as other immortals are not involved, one will generally be able to thrive and get what one wants most of the time.

Ning Zheng complained silently, revealing a bit of surprise: "You are also a well-known local TV station force, are you planning to defect from the Immortal Lord?"

If Ning Zheng hadn't turned them into ashes, the other party might have kept the secret in their coffin. "Because of the monopoly of the Celestial Immortals, our limit is the True Immortal, and no one wants to be killed by a natural disaster."

The Lord of Horror was silent for a moment, then continued:

"You have no idea how much suffering we have been through here. The stronger you are, the more dangerous it is. We have seen countless strong men die from inexplicable disasters."

In this situation, how could I not escape?
Everyone catches you to play marbles, and the high-dimensional immortals are like fish that are caught out of the water and tortured to death at will.

The more powerful you are, the more you respect "nature".

To these powerful men, this is tyranny; to Celestial Immortal Venerable, this is the destruction that should befall him.

but.

How could these people secretly rebel under the eyes of the Immortal Venerable? Do they have evil intentions?

In the eyes of Celestial Immortal Venerable, the identities and forces of these rebels should be easily discovered if one deliberately looks for them.

But they were not caught.
The more likely possibility is that the Immortals are too lazy to catch them.

People don’t care about the little actions of ants. In fact, this kind of "ambition" can motivate ants to work hard and strive, and more geniuses will emerge.

All they need to do is harvest once regularly and conduct a large-scale spot check to find a group of "good sons".

If we restart the lives of these traitors, let them travel back to their past, and raise them from childhood, they will become their loyal believers and be stamped with ideological stamp.

Chang Zhen Xian Zun
I guess that's it.

I screwed him myself, and he was caught in the big screening, and used to deal with me.

but.

Anyway, he is dead, so he doesn’t have any feelings about his parallel self.

He is also working hard for himself, fighting for himself, what's wrong with that?

"Why are you called Round Table?" Ning Zheng suddenly asked.

The Lord of Thrillers said, "Because our horror game is just a gambling table where we hold life and death games."

Ning Zheng was not very satisfied with this answer.

Because only he himself knows that this is not the reason, but it is obvious that the current generation of successors also do not know the truth and origin.

"So, what did you think of?" Ning Zheng raised her eyebrows: "It is almost impossible to escape the control of the celestial phenomena in this land, right?"

“So we want to sneak across, to escape from the [past] to the [future], but the future is not under their jurisdiction.”

"On the other side of the river is the other shore! It is the utopia of freedom, the beacon of freedom created for us by people who sacrificed their lives, the distant morning star, and the paradise of independent personality!"

He showed a strong look of longing and expectation. This top expert who presided over the multi-dimensional horror game showed a childlike desire.

"We gathered together and secretly tried to cross the border again and again using various means. We rushed and rushed."

simply put.

It's like a carp leaping over the dragon gate.

Go to the end of the long river of time, the city gate of time, where there is a huge waterfall cut off by a long spear, and countless people want to escape to "foreign countries".

"So that's how it is." Ning Zheng understood.

It turns out that it’s not just the rebels in the [future] who are rebelling against the immortal world and the underworld and want to overthrow their rule.

[In the past], the indigenous rebels, many hidden true immortal forces, and various high-dimensional civilizations also gathered in secret to form various large and small secret organizations to resist the Celestial Immortal.

(End of this chapter)