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If he were to lose his head, he would surely die.

Now, he transformed into more than a thousand bats to attract the attention of the Blood Sea, leaving eight behind to restore his body.

The bats that flew away will all die from the mutation, as expected.

With eight bats reshaping his body... there's no doubt he'll lose the vast majority of his physical form.

If he hadn't had ten days' worth of luck to back him up, he wouldn't have dared to play so extreme.

"As long as I can keep my head when I wish to regain my body, I won't die instantly."

"After that, as long as I use the Blood Duke's healing effect to quickly reshape my body in a very short time, I can complete an ultimate resurrection."

This is his defense strategy.

The distortion and pollution are truly terrifying.

In order to allow the little angels to fully utilize their attack power, he cannot simply return to the mirror world, thus wasting the already limited attack time.

Left with no other choice, he had to resort to such extreme maneuvers.

As for why more individual bats weren't preserved... the little angels are too small, their bellies are only so big, they can't hold too many.

Moreover, once the number of individual bats increases, the little angels have to thin the materialized "cage surface" to accommodate them.

This would weaken one's mental protective barrier, resulting in more harm than good.

Since we have luck as a safety net, let's go all out!

Fan Xiao didn't know how much distortion damage this would reduce.

But... something is better than nothing.

"Do it!"

The bat that housed Fan Xiao's consciousness spoke in human language.

Centered on this bat, within a 20-meter diameter radius, the other seven little angels all grinned, revealing wild and arrogant smiles.

Blood-red scythes appeared in their hands.

Without having to carry the human form of Fan Xiao during flight, their maneuverability was greatly enhanced.

Although teleportation is no longer possible—if you teleport, the bat inside your stomach will be left behind—this is not a problem.

Thanks to Fan Xiao's near-A-level player mental strength, their flight speed had long exceeded the speed of sound.

The next second, the eight little angels flew into the sea of ​​blood like eight bullets.

The crimson scythe cleaved through the blood, and the sea of ​​blood seemed to evaporate, disappearing continuously.

In an instant, the little angels teleported to the location of the giant eye, and all the aliens in their flight path—the viscous blood, the slender arms, the emerging fleshy monsters, and so on—vanished without a trace.

It was as if they had been erased from this world.

A portion of the sea of ​​blood disappeared, revealing the soaked ground below.

However, blood soon began to flow again, filling the missing gaps.

The little angels ignored them and continued to brandish their scythes.

In that instant, the eye, the size of a basketball court, shattered into pieces, becoming utterly broken.

The Blood Scythe's attack destroyed the concept, and before the concept recovered, it could not reassemble through self-healing and could no longer transmit the vision containing powerful distortion pollution.

The little angels instantly destroyed the greatest threat in the sea of ​​blood.

However, the sea of ​​blood still exists.

Blood was still gushing from the ground.

Clearly, that eye was just one of the monsters, not the source of the disaster.

"Go... underground!" Fan Xiao issued another order: "Destroy... this land!"

His voice was broken and intermittent, as if he was in great pain.

The mental barrier formed by Fan Qiqi's body did help him resist some of the aberration pollution, but it could not completely filter it out.

Two bats have already undergone complete mutation and were thrown out of their bodies by the little angels.

His main consciousness was forced to transfer once, and was instead housed by a bat.

Besides the distortion damage, the little angels' instantaneous acceleration ability is too strong, which also brings him a lot of trouble.

Fortunately, he's transformed into a prop version of a bat. If he were a regular bat... going supersonic in an instant, he would probably be instantly pulverized at such a high acceleration.

On the other side, the little angels, having received their orders, immediately used their blood scythes to clear a path, piercing through the sea of ​​blood and penetrating deep into the earth.

As the whirlwind of the blood scythe struck, the matter that made up the earth began to be continuously slashed away and reduced to nothingness.

In an instant, the earth collapsed.

The sea of ​​blood above the ground was also affected, with many places collapsing and forming huge whirlpools.

The total mass of the entire instance world is constantly being lost.

If this continues for a long time, this instance world may be completely destroyed as a result.

Unfortunately, with all eight little angels active at the same time, Fan Xiaolian couldn't even last his original four-minute appearance time.

This is impossible.

Even more unfortunately, he himself had reached his limit at this point.

Once it hits the ground, the pollution intensity of the distortion increases several times over instantly.

The underground... is indeed the source of the distorted power!

Of the six bats, only two remained.

Boom—another bat inside the little angel exploded into a multitude of eyeballs.

Fan Xiao's main consciousness transferred to the last bat.

The little angels rarely showed signs of anxiety.

The one carrying the last bat abandoned its attempt to further damage the earth's structure and flew upwards at top speed.

The other little angels teleported in front of her, unleashing blood-red slashes to clear a path.

The eight people quickly rushed out of the ground and the shaking sea of ​​blood, and moved into the high sky.

However, the distortion and pollution still exist in the surrounding area.

"Fan Xiao, go into the mirror."

The little angel reminded me.

Fan Xiao did not respond.

Now go to the mirror, spend ten days of luck to wish that "the head will be preserved when the body is restored", and then use "Blood Duke" to heal and reshape the rest of the body. You can indeed become lively and energetic again.

But it doesn't make any sense.

Because the time for the Angel of Death to manifest is approaching.

At that time, without the most powerful means of attack, he will probably die from the distortion and pollution as soon as he leaves the mirror world.

Most importantly, having supported the activities of eight little angels for so long, his mental energy has been greatly depleted, and he is now in a state of extreme mental weakness.

Entering the mirror world at this time... is very dangerous.

The "he" in the mirror could very well replace his own consciousness and step out of the mirror.

This is the side effect of the "mirror" prop.

Therefore, Fan Xiao directly gave up using the prop "Mirror" and used the last bit of time to think about how to break the deadlock in the next cycle.

Yes—he was almost certain that the "Battle of Two Cities" was a repeating instance.

Otherwise, with his strength, he couldn't possibly have been forced to this extent by a C-rank dungeon.

"If the memories are preserved, that would be easy. I'd probably be able to clear the game directly in the next reincarnation."

"If the memories are sealed... to break the deadlock, we must pay attention to the numbers on the back of each player's hand."

"Although I, having lost my memory, certainly don't remember what the initial number was, as long as I encounter players from Obsidian City, ask them how many people they have, compare that with the number on my side, and look at the number on my junior sister's hand... I can probably guess some of the truth."

"Hmm...that works."

Fan Xiao calmed his thoughts and his worries subsided.

Just then, the little angel urged, "Fan Xiao, hurry up!"

"Qiqi, reveal your true form."

Fan Xiao gave the little angel his final command: "This time it's a failure. See you next time."

The little angel tilted its head cutely, looking somewhat puzzled.

However, it still subconsciously obeyed the command and elevated its body to a higher dimension.

The next second, Fan Xiao, in his bat form, flew out and was directly exposed to the atmosphere polluted by the distortion.

Eyes began to grow on the bat's body...

"If I die, Qiqi will surely die with me. In that case... I wonder if her memories will be preserved?"

Fan Xiao glanced at Fan Qiqi one last time, still harboring doubts.

Although the little angel's original sin ability of "pride" allows her to avoid all interference and observation.

But if she's died once... I wonder if she'll retain any memories?

Soon, his consciousness became confused, and he no longer had time to think about the answer to the question.

Boom! The bat exploded into a dense mass of eyeballs, which fell into the sea of ​​blood below.

The bodies of the eight little angels began to fade into nothingness—this time it wasn't a higher-dimensional transformation, but a true disappearance.

The world fell silent once more.

……

The "Battle of Two Cities" instance is now open.

[Background Information: In the year 823 of the Continental Calendar, a new True King was born among the Celestial Race, named Caesar; a new Demon King was born among the Demon Race, named Carmen...]

【hint:】

[1. Warning! You will die when the number on the back of your hand reaches zero.]

2. Warning! Extremely dangerous at night.

3. The "Tomb of Guilt" can provide you with some protection.

[4. Killing an enemy player allows you to inherit their remaining stats.]

[Instance Quest:]

[1. Survival for seven days]

2. Destroy Caesar the True King

[Note: You can clear this dungeon by fulfilling any of the mission requirements.]

In an instant, an immense pressure weighed down on all the players.

All 13 players in the hall, including Fan Xiao, felt their mental processes become sluggish and weak.

When one's spirit is weak, the power that one's talents can unleash will be directly diminished.

Suddenly, the pair of small wings that had spread out on Fan Xiao's back disappeared.

It wasn't that he intentionally deleted it, but rather... he couldn't contact the "Blood Duke" item anymore.

"This instance restricts the use of items..."

"No new players have come in, so how did the dungeon suddenly open?"

"No, the Battle of Two Cities... judging from the description... it's highly likely that the 13 players from the opposing city have also arrived, so the instance has officially started."

As Fan Xiao made his guesses, he glanced down at the back of his right hand.

A striking number "6" appeared on it.

"6... Going to zero means death, that's interesting. How will the number decrease?"