Curse Reply: I'm going to fight the Myriad Corpse Immortal, the highest level one!

"I……"

Before Xia Jie could refute him, Ockham fell to the ground and stopped breathing.

In order to maximize the power of the Razor, the devout Occam has offered up all his resolve.

In a world of fantasy, people can live without water, without a body, and without a soul, but they cannot live without a heart.

His life was already nearing its end the moment he threw the razor.

"...a worthy opponent."

Xia Jie looked at the old man's eyes, which remained wide open in anger even as he died, walked around the corpse, and quickly walked to the center of the cube-shaped room, which was one kilometer long on each side.

The suppression of the extraordinary is intensifying, and it seems that all common-sense cognitive foundations are being dragged over by the immortals and gods one by one.

The brief time they had freed themselves from the seal was not enough for them to do so much.

Even considering the spontaneous aggregation of similar cognitive bases, it's still not enough.

In the inner universe where the past, present, and future are unified, there is no operation to travel through time and gain extra time; there is only one "now" in this universe.

If we think about it this way, then that Immortal Gold Seal was probably created as a transitional measure.

This room is the true seal they have carefully prepared for a long time. From the beginning, the gods and immortals did not believe that the magic furnace could seal him for long.

Moreover, the weakness originating from his heart showed no signs of abating. After being transferred by that razor, his heart had most likely become the center of old materialistic common sense.

Therefore, over 99% of the current pressure is concentrated on him, and it will continue to intensify over time due to the aggregation of common sense.

While the suppression faced by the next potential assassin is equally significant, it is far less than that faced by him.

The next instant, as if on cue, the assassin appeared.

A figure clad in heavy armor, riding a white horse with golden hooves, burst forth from the fleeting, dark rift, heading straight for Xia Jie.

In this extraordinary and forbidden place, assassination by the most ordinary and unassuming people is actually a surprisingly effective method.

I just don't understand why they didn't just flood the area when there was already a sealed space.

"Wow! I am Cao Cao, the one who will kill you!"

Wearing a white face mask and a black robe, Cao Cao, whose version is unknown, held the reins in his left hand and swept his horse spear horizontally with his right.

At this moment, due to the excessive suppression of the extraordinary, Xia Jie, unable to maintain his crystal body, voluntarily fell to the mortal realm, growing flesh and bones, and using his increasingly scarce remaining strength to materialize sturdy clothing, as he did not want to fight naked.

Having just recovered his eyesight, Xia Jie saw the long blade of the spear approaching him. He lightly touched the spear shaft with his right hand, leaned back, and used the momentum to snatch the spear from Cao Cao's hand.

As she fell backward, Xia Jie suddenly felt a sense of alarm and quickly turned her head to dodge.

"call out!!!"

An arrow whistled through the air, grazing Xia Jie's ear and leaving a slight trail of blood on her left ear before the tip embedded itself in the concrete ground.

Xia Jie quickly glanced in the direction from which the arrow had come.

The man approaching from the side was tall and imposing, wearing a purple-gold crown and chainmail, with a halberd and a crimson steed. Who else could it be but Lü Bu?

From the rift behind Lü Bu, a group of armored men emerged.

Not only behind Lü Bu, but also from all directions, a dense crowd of people was pouring out.

"...Still not very passionate."

Despite failing to seize the spear, Xia Jie remained calm as he forcefully pulled Cao Cao off his horse.

The situation is already very clear.

Occam's razor originated from the cognitive foundation of the 14th century. Regardless of how this concept spread in later generations or how the foundation was updated and expanded, the knowledge incorporated into it at present is very ancient.

Before that, hot weapons and even nuclear weapons never appeared on the historical stage.

Currently, the technological limit in this concrete room is still stuck in the era of chaotic melee combat with cold weapons.

Thinking about it this way, cement is also incompatible; the so-called cement room should be a large block of limestone with a hollowed-out interior.

It's not that the gods didn't want to throw nuclear bombs in, but rather that they dared to loosen the restrictions, so Xia Jie dared to use the commands to transform herself into a nuclear-powered humanoid Godzilla.

However, releasing water contradicts the tactic of slowly boiling a frog; moderate pressure is sufficient until Xia Jie's power is completely suppressed.

Before confirming that Xia Jie had lost the ability to materialize illusions, command, and resurrect due to the cognitive denial of the foundation, they could only try to probe with clumsy methods.

In the era of cold weapons, armored soldiers could fight unarmed soldiers, and outnumbered soldiers could fight outnumbered soldiers; the advantage was mine!

There is only one Xia Jie, but the number of others is endless, not to mention that this room itself is a forbidden zone.

Within this forbidden land, the only extraordinary power that has gained partial recognition from the medieval foundation due to faith, and whose oppressive influence has been greatly reduced, is the pitch-black rift that symbolizes hell and death.

Xia Jie pulled out the arrow from the ground, bent down and pierced Cao Cao's mask to send him away completely, then stood up and rushed into the dark mass of people.

"Release the arrows!"

At Lü Bu's command, arrows rained down on Xia Jie, but most of them were blocked by the horse spear in his hand, which spun like a propeller.

However, the remaining majority of them still turned Xia Jie into a living hedgehog.

Human skills have their limits; no matter how hard one tries to defend, one can never achieve the exaggerated effect of a general taking on a thousand men like in TV dramas.

"Ouch~ It doesn't hurt!"

Xia Jie hissed softly in pain, but didn't stop. Because he had migrated south, he was now genuinely afraid of pain.

Having abandoned his external talents, he can no longer cast commands instantly, nor can he use defensive or painless commands. Now, he simply uses his omnipotent mental power to reject pain.

Although there will still be some phantom pain when the arrow enters the body.

However, no pain does not mean no injury.

If it weren't for the overwhelming power of the Heavenly Lock keeping him alive, Lao Xia, whose command and control abilities had been greatly weakened and who lacked fighting spirit, would already be dead by now.

Arrows lodged in flesh and internal organs, tearing larger wounds as the body ran, turning a perfectly new body into a battle-damaged version in less than a minute.

He can still move, but his lungs have been pierced by arrows and his throat is filled with blood and foam, so he is temporarily unable to speak.

Amidst the rain of arrows, Xia Jie once again dodged a heavy arrow aimed at his head by Lü Bu, a famous general of the Three Kingdoms period.

"Even though his eyes were completely covered in blood, he was still able to dodge?"

As the saying goes, "The cicadas sense the autumn wind before it blows, and the ducks are the first to know when the spring river warms," ​​life in the world is often much more sensitive to its own living environment than humans.

Xia Jie was confident that even if she lost her all-around external talents, her perception would not be weaker than that of other living beings.

Since we cannot generate a premonition of crisis with our limited idealistic power, we should focus on amplifying other senses beyond sight.

The air will faithfully transmit the sound to him, and under overclocking, the brain will tell him the most dangerous part of the rain of arrows.

Despite Xia Jie being riddled with blood, this was actually the result of him avoiding fatal wounds as much as possible.

As long as the head is still intact and the body is basically complete, the mental power I've been pondering will make this thing move.