Life Copy Game

Bang--

The tightly closed car door was suddenly pushed open. Hao Yi bit the white fruit, climbed out of the car with difficulty, and looked at the charred land outside.

Objects emerged from behind him.

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"I don't know what your relationship with truth is, or how you please the gods."

The figure constructed by the starlight in the sky lowered his head, looking at He Ao below. Dense gray arrows were placed on the bowstring transformed from a harp string, aiming at He Ao below.

The bowstring was tightened little by little, and was pulled towards a full string that looked like a full moon.

The lightning flashing around him had gone out, and the trembling sound of the starlight figure continued to ring in the void. He hooked his fingers on the strings in front of him, "But it doesn't matter. All the gifts in this world will be repaid at the right time, but not now."

He Ao stared at the starry figure and put his right hand behind his back.

At this moment, several thin arrows in the sky changed direction and aimed at his right hand.

"I know you must have prepared a ritual to summon the gods, and want to repeat what you did before, but," he smiled and stared at Howe, "do you think I will give you a chance?"

Buzz——

At this moment, he loosened his fingers that were gripping the strings.

The thin gray arrow flew out in an instant.

The gray arrows that filled the sky and formed a sphere around He Ao also flew out at the same time and rushed towards He Ao.

The dazzling arrow light streaked across the sky, tearing the dim void into invisible cracks.

In the sight of the Eye of Truth, Howe could even see the violent ripples that rose at the bottom of the world when the thin gray arrow passed through.

These ripples, cracks, and afterimages formed a gray sphere around Heo, blocking all of Heo's retreat routes.

In this narrow gap, He Ao didn't even have a direction to escape.

"Our last meeting was too simple," the voice, as vast as a god, rang out in this silent and empty world. "Let me introduce myself again. I'm the Tuner. You should have known my name from the Wheel of Destiny, but he probably didn't tell you what my power is, right?"

The figure of the starlight quickly withdrew, forming a magnificent and huge body between heaven and earth, "Because, he has never seen my true power."

At this time, the thin gray arrows had reached the core of the hemisphere and arrived in front of Heo's body.

At this moment, bright orange-gray light suddenly burst out from the center of the gray sphere.

Deconstruction!!!

The surging and terrifying power gathered on that huge eyeball, and on the orange-gray light that burst out from the pupil of the eyeball.

The light passed through the rain of arrows formed by the dense gray arrows. Under the illumination of the light, the speed of those gray arrows obviously slowed down a bit, and like ice and snow illuminated by the sun, they began to show signs of melting slightly.

But at the moment when the gray arrow melted, long and thin "thin lines" like ultra-thin strings instantly extended from the gray arrow, like spider webs scattered across the sky and earth, densely blocking He Ao's escape path.

The orange-gray eyeball embedded in the inverted triangle once again swept across the thin lines covering the sky, like a hot shovel, directly sweeping a crack in the "spider web".

But the diffuse thin lines quickly converged and were about to fill the gap.

But at this moment, He Ao's figure has seized this opportunity and rushed into the gap.

And at the moment his body passed through the crack, the thin lines around the crack instantly spread out, like thin needles, piercing He Ao's body and the orange-gray eyeball floating in the sky.

The orange-gray eyeballs quickly moved around, erasing the thin lines that were spreading.

However, the thin threads extending out were too dense, so that the Eye of Truth could not completely block them outside Heo's body.

He Ao raised his head and looked ahead. In the area swept by the Eye of Truth, although the gray arrows were not completely melted, they had opened up an extremely narrow and tiny "passage" in the sphere formed by the rain of arrows.

At this moment, part of the thin lines extending from the spider web has pierced into Heo's body, like wriggling nematodes, twisting and wriggling in his flesh.

The pervasive madness followed those lines into He Ao's body, disturbing his consciousness.

It was obvious that the Tuner had dealt with more than one newly promoted angel and was well aware that the newly promoted angels' weaknesses lay in consciousness and reason.

The pollution of these pervasive lines is not much, and it is not a big problem for He Ao, who has already initially stabilized his sanity, or for He Ao who has not yet been promoted. However, for him now, it can cause strong critical damage.

The violent thoughts exploded in He Ao's mind, causing another thought deep in He Ao's consciousness to begin to leap.

The wound that had been suppressed by He Ao began to stir again. Jade-like mechanical bulges spread out from the wriggling wound, as if extending new limbs.

"Oh, it seems that the wheel of fate still has something in your body." As the movement gradually got out of control, the huge starlight figure in the sky lowered his eyes, and then he smiled slowly, "It's not that easy to defeat the strong with the weak, and to defeat the angel with an ant."

As he spoke, the narrow passage that was originally melted by the Eye of Truth began to be filled with lines extending from the thin arrows.

Howe did not answer the tuner, nor did he care about the limbs growing from the wound. Instead, he clenched his teeth and continued to push forward.

His body continued to move forward without any pause, pulling out the thin threads that had penetrated deeply into his body bit by bit.

The thin line that penetrated into He Ao's body suddenly showed fish scale-like patterns, and slowly opened up, forming a series of open fish scale-like "barbs" that were deeply embedded in He Ao's flesh and blood.

But this only briefly affected He Ao's speed for a moment. Soon, He Ao recovered his original speed and got faster and faster.

The thin thread stained with purple light was pulled out of his body bit by bit, and the wound where the thin thread had originally pierced had been completely torn apart.

The intense double pain from the body and consciousness stimulated Howe's spirit, and the violent pollution impacted his will.

These thin lines themselves also carry some kind of strong "supernatural interference" that can cause severe pain in the angel's body.

It was as if it had not only pierced He Ao's body, but also his soul.

But he still moved forward quickly without stopping.

Finally, after rushing forward nearly two meters, the thin thread that pierced his body was completely pulled out. The thin thread stained with purple blood hung in the sky, forming a blood-colored bead curtain.

Without any pause, Heo quickly entered the long and narrow passage that the Eye of Truth had just 'melted' out.

The Eye of Truth behind him also followed into the passage, and the 'holes' pierced by a few thin threads began to heal.

During this process, the limbs that grew out of the wounds were also suppressed by He Ao's will and quickly "recovered".

As those proliferating limbs were 'recovered', He Ao's body completely passed through the gap.

bite--

At this moment, the clear sound of piano strings rang out between heaven and earth, and then, the delicate and passionate piano sound suddenly exploded in He Ao's ears.

The dark sky filled with thunder suddenly turned into light, and the invisible air seemed to solidify into an indestructible solid wall, clamping He Ao's body. No matter what he did, he could not explode.

Violent shocks sounded from the bottom of the world, violently impacting the connection between Howo and the Eye of Truth.

Howo had to hide the Eye of Truth into the void again.

But at this moment, all kinds of pollution in Heo's body also exploded at this moment, and his hands, feet and head seemed to awaken their self-consciousness and wanted to be torn out of his body.

"You have collected a lot of things in your mind."

In this 'passionate' music coming from the bottom of the world, a voice with a chuckle sounded in Howe's ears.

He Ao felt the air around him, which was as hard as a wall, suddenly soften. Then his body paused, and when he reacted, his whole body was pinched by a 'giant hand'.

The starlight figure that towered into the clouds raised his hand and looked at He Ao who was held in his hand.

Compared with this towering figure, He Ao is indeed like a humble and tiny ant.

He Ao stared at the enlarged face of the starlight figure, and once again felt the surrounding air turning into a kind of hard wall, strangling his throat and consciousness.

"Where were we just now?" The tuner looked at Howe and smiled slightly. "Yes, I have never shown my ability to the Spinning Wheel of Fate."

He raised his other hand and gently brushed across the void. His fingertips, as huge as a mountain, swept across the void, as if touching some invisible strings, playing a pleasant melody at the bottom of the entire world.

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Along with the sound of the music, He Ao felt that the 'air wall' that was suppressing him naturally dissipated and returned to its original state.

"The world is a harp, and the laws of all things are the strings, and I am the 'tuner'," he said with a sigh, "I once ruled such a vast world and defeated countless angels. So many years have passed, and now, I can only use such great power to deal with a little guy like you."

There was a certain emotion in his tone, as well as some suppressed invisible anger.

"Okay," he lowered his head, a smile on his face, and stared at Howe, "I haven't talked so much in a long time. In all the years I've been in this godforsaken place, you're one of the few people who can make me look up a little."

He held Howe's hand and squeezed it slowly, "It's all over."

Click, click, click——

A series of crisp sounds slowly rang out; that was the sound of He Ao's ribs breaking.

The huge force from the Starlight Palm pressed down Heo's body little by little.

At the same time, the passionate music that sounded from the bottom of the world was still echoing, and it seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

The violent polluting power in Heo's body became more and more twisted and crazy.

The power of the 'Tuner' seems to be able to influence the laws of the operation of the underlying lines of the world to a certain extent.

He Ao didn't know how he operated specifically, but on the surface, he seemed to be able to make significant changes to the 'nature' and 'form' of certain objects.

For example, the air that can flow freely becomes an impenetrable "wall" that seems to have some kind of rules and can easily imprison angels.

He can also make the pollution that was suppressed by He Ao become violent again.

Of course, there is a high probability that he can do more than just these, and there is a high probability that the scope of what he can achieve is also beyond the current state.

This ability is indeed a very terrifying ability. If it were used with all his strength, He Ao would probably be killed instantly.

But He Ao could clearly feel that the tuner was actually not very willing to use this ability.

In other words, his current injuries are not enough to support him to use this ability on a larger scale.

Of course, to kill He Ao, just this step is enough.

In a sense, the tuner did not lie. He was indeed proud of his strength. Even if he was seriously injured, He Ao was no match for him.

Purple blood flowed from the corner of He Ao's mouth, and his body was twisted as if it would be torn into pieces at any time.

But these twisted bodies were pinched by powerful hands and kneaded together like a dough, about to be flattened and crushed.

"It seems like you've been very lonely these years."

He Ao raised his head, looked at the huge face of the starlight figure, and spoke hoarsely.

This time, the starlight figure did not respond to him, but continued to squeeze hard, even increasing the strength.

"Uh - you hate me, right? You hate me for summoning the gods last time and causing you to get hurt again."

Purple blood filled the corners of Howe's mouth. He endured the pain, looked at the starlight figure, and laughed hoarsely,

"You and I both know that your injuries were not caused by me, but you don't dare to vent your anger on the person who actually hurt you, so you can only torture me."

The starlight figure said nothing, but just increased his strength.

"You said so much, but you just wanted to show off that you beat me."

He Ao's body was already covered in blood, like a crushed tomato.

"You keep saying that I don't know anything, but as an adult, if I beat a 'child', what's there to brag about?"

He Ao's calm words echoed in the dim void, and this time, the starlight figure responded.

He looked down at He Ao, and his hoarse voice echoed in the void, "This is a childish way of provoking me. Do you think I will let you go back?"

He increased his strength again.

From beginning to end, He Ao never cried out in pain. He suppressed the excruciating pain, looked up at the starlight figure, and said with a smile, "What I want to say is that you should not show off your strength to the 'weaklings'. You should show off to the one who can truly defeat you."

Hearing He Ao's words, the starlight figure was slightly stunned, "What do you mean?"

"That's what I mean."

Howe raised his eyes, looked at him, and said with a smile, "Why don't you talk to the Truth face to face?"

Dense chains shining with brilliant light suddenly rushed out from all directions and entangled the body of the starlight figure.

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