Doomsday Master

Five hundred years ago, a genius who changed the course of human history was born.

With inconceivable wisdom and knowledge, he published the "super power theory" that shocked the world, aiming to develop the human body itself, using various medicines to urge the human being, so that humans have the ability to transcend nature. Since then, the first batch of "supermen" began to appear in the world. They went to heaven and earth, they were powerful, the King Kong was not bad, and they could even maintain their youth for a long time, which attracted countless people's pursuit. This was the beginning of the world of supernatural powers.

After the death of this genius, his theory was studied by countless people, and more and more people with supernatural powers were born, and the contradictions between the rights of the corresponding superpowers and ordinary people gradually emerged, and the country was in endless chaos. Three hundred years ago, the world announced the death of the last ordinary person, and the world began to enter the age of supernatural powers.

Those who obey live, those who oppose perish.

A powerful supernatural player can even destroy a country instantly, comparable to a moving nuclear bomb. Human civilization has entered a stage of rapid retrogression, and the universal power has made the world chaotic and never peaceful. People's life expectancy is rapidly regressing from 89 years old to 56 years old, and death is imminent. But in the same way, these supernatural beings have also begun to discover that the unmatched supernatural beings have gradually disappeared from people's sight, and their whereabouts are unknown.

"He is our hope to live, our hope forever and ever."

"But his strength is not enough to support so many people. He can only summon those small animals, and it can't last long. The stronger the summoned object, the greater the burden on his body."

"It doesn't matter, we can lock him up and provide him with enough power. There are so many supernaturalists in this world, and there is a steady flow of power in their bodies, enough to support us."

"If he doesn't die, we won't die. It's too simple to let people live alone..."

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Lin Yin didn't let Yan Chengjiu stop crying. Yan Chengjiu was silent for a while, wiped off his tears, and quietly waited for the soreness of his eyes to pass.

He didn't cry when he first became a tasker, and he didn't cry much when all his memories were restored. The memory of Yan Chengjiu's few cries seems to be for others. As for himself, Yan Chengjiu feels that his luck is good enough that he does not need to cry to vent. But now, Yan Chengjiu feels that crying is really an excellent way for humans to relieve stress.

After trying again and again, approaching again and again, Yan Chengjiu finally figured out the length of the obstacle between himself and Lin Yinwu.

Twenty meters.

This is the limit at which Yan Chengjiu can approach Lin Yinwu. Twenty meters is the safe distance between him and Lin Yinwu.

There seemed to be countless powers in front of him, who could easily push people away and become inaccessible, even if Yan Chengjiu possessed the power of the domain, he couldn't move forward half a point. The source of this force was for no reason, and it didn't distinguish between good intentions and maliciousness. It just blocked out all the things trying to get close to Lin Yinwu, and didn't allow it to get close at all.

Yan Chengjiu watched Lin Yinwu like this from the side, and his mood fell a little bit, as if he had fallen into the ice, cold to the bones.

This is Lin Yinwu's memory world, and everything here has actually happened. Later, why Lin Yinwu became a tasker and why he could become a general of the legion seemed to have an answer. If there is no even the slightest resentment after being treated this way, then **** is really born again. And the origin of the trees he saw before has also become more upright.

Yan Chengjiu even regretted it.

If he knew that he would see such a scene, he would rather stay in that false world and play a bunch of harmonious lovers with Lin Mu. He would no longer want to study Lin Yinwu's past, nor would he ask him to tell his past. If the past was such a lonely scene, he would rather Lin Yinwu never remember it, thinking that his past was as outstanding and perfect as Lin Mu.

It's a pity that nothing happens in the world.

Since Yan Chengjiu chose to come and choose this world, he naturally had to face Lin Yinwu like this.

Lin Yinwu, a weak, unable to guarantee his freedom of death, without a flower and a tree.

But what made Yan Chengjiu feel chilling was not just the insurmountable 20 meters, but because he had almost no way to talk to such Lin Yinwu. Twenty-four hours a day, Lin Yinwu only woke up for a short hour, and after an hour he would fall into a deep sleep, as if he was dead.

Originally, Yan Cheng thought that the tubes on Lin Yinwu's body were absorbing his vitality, but later discovered that they were not.

For every point of movement of those tubes, there will be one point less of these energy crystals on the ground. Without these tubes, Yan Chengjiu had no doubt that Lin Yinwu would die in the next moment. Even if his body is now on the verge of collapse, he can only rely on long sleep to adjust.

When he was awake, Lin Yin was unsurprisingly easy to talk.

He doesn't look too big in this way, seventeen or eighteen, with some childishness remaining on his face, but with the peculiar stability of an adult man. Of course, it is more numb and confused, and his mind seems to be a little slow. Ask him a question, and he needs a long time to answer it.

"What's your name?"

"Lin Yin, Lin Sen, Lin Ju...many names, I can't remember them clearly."

"Are many people here?" Yan Chengjiu continued to ask.

"A lot." Lin Yinwu raised his head slightly and looked at Yan Chengjiu's reply, "You are the 11th, 681th."

Eleven thousand six hundred and eighty-one, Yan Chengjiu silently wrote down this number.

"You asked before, did I come to be your summoned thing? What is called a summoned thing?" Yan Chengjiu was very puzzled.

Lin Yinwu looked at Yan Chengjiu, his face twitched slightly, as if he didn't understand why Yan Chengjiu asked him such a strange question, "Did you not come for this?"

"No." Yan Chengjiu firmly denied. Although he didn't know exactly what happened in it and what was the difference, he knew that he had to be distinguished from Lin Yinwukou's people. He had to find a way to approach him slowly and rescue him from this place.

"Before the age of eighteen, I tried awakening abilities every day, but after awakening, I regretted it." Lin Yinwu seemed to be caught in a long memory, and there were some regrets and regrets in his speech. Turn the dead lifeform into my summoned possession."

This is completely different from the Necromancer in the Western Fantasy World. Necromancers can only summon dead bodies. If their strength rises to a certain level, they may be able to summon high-level monsters with a certain level or even, but their core is nothing more than manipulating corpses. However, Lin Yin's inability is a true death and resurrection. As long as Lin Yin didn't die, all his summons would not die. The summoned creature can possess its original mind, memory, ability, and even exist without the host, staying youthful and immortal.

An undead medicine can cause all the inhabitants of a world to become blood-based zombies, afraid of the sun, afraid of spells, and need to swallow the same kind to evolve. But becoming Lin Yinwu's summoning object can also upgrade itself, without paying any price, because all the costs are borne by the host. Which of the two is better and which is more perfect, even a fool can tell. The only bad thing is that Lin Yin is not an eye-catching host.

Yan Chengjiu is not a casual kid. After Lin Yinwu said his abilities, he almost instantly understood the origin of what he was experiencing now. Someone forced Lin Yinwu to continuously use his abilities to achieve immortality in another sense, but he didn't want to be tied to such a master's side, so there was such a long imprisonment. It is guaranteed that he will not die, but there is no way to get out.

Eleven thousand six hundred and eighty-one. If this is the number of Lin Yinwu successfully turning dead people into summons, then it is not incomprehensible that Lin Yinwu's current physical condition will become like this. The more the ability against the sky, the stronger the restraint. So many lives and the immortality of so many people are all borne by Lin Yinwu. His body can not collapse, relying on the power of this towering tree.

Yan Chengjiu thought a lot after Lin Yinwu answered, he was wondering what kind of world it was, and who was it for Lin Yinwu to fall into this field, and what kind of torture he went through. Is it so heartbroken? But when Yan Chengjiu wanted to ask again, Lin Yinwu had already fallen asleep again, the fragile thing seemed to be a glass doll, which would shatter with the touch of it.

So he dared not act rashly.

This place is terribly quiet.

Yan Chengjiu has been here these days and has never heard any sound, even if it is the breeze blowing Buddha. People sometimes like tranquility, but peace and tranquility becomes a terror in another sense. Yan Chengjiu just stayed in this place for a few days, and once Lin Yin had no sleep, Yan Chengjiu felt that life was particularly sad.

It was as if I was isolated in a world where no one would set foot in. This feeling of loneliness is indescribable, but surprisingly uncomfortable. Yan Chengjiu asked himself that he was not a weak person, but he felt like he was going crazy when he stayed in such a place.

The white color originally gives people a cold feeling, but the fact that all the eyes are white makes people feel restless. According to conscience, the first beach of this place will definitely not make people feel scared and ugly. The combination of the gray sky, the black towering trees, the people under the trees, and the boundless whiteness makes it easy to think of a picture scroll of a particular style. However, staying in such a place for a long time will undoubtedly drive people crazy.

Yan Chengjiu thought, how long has Lin Yinwu stayed in this place? Do the people who keep him here feel that as long as Lin Yinwuwubu runs away, they can live without scruples? Yan Chengjiu hardly dared to think about how sinister people's hearts could be in the doomsday. If Lin Yinwu's ability can be deprived, perhaps it would be better. If he could just die like this, maybe it would have a perfect ending.