For "Xia Qin Team" who went to the Third Special Service Team in the ancient city of Zion, today is definitely a bad day.
His body was unable to move, and there were two bloodstains under his eyes. His mind and body had reached their limits, his mental power had been exhausted, and he was still facing an opponent that was impossible to defeat.
"It's obviously just a low-level pollution incident, why did it develop like this..."
My body was numb from pain, and my mind had already reached its limit.
Her white teeth bit her red lips to bleed, and "Xia Qin" regained her consciousness in pain. She just glanced at reality and felt the urge to close her eyes again.
Is this really an opponent that a second-level secret keeper like me can handle?
"...Kerdales, the Scale Beast, the 'Lord of Thousands of Greeds', why did he come here..."
This wave, this wave is the police encountering international terrorists.
The world in front of me has become completely alien, and there is a sacred giant beast on the stage.
Yes, holy.
The oak throne exudes natural incense, and the white holy beast lies on it, with a face full of compassion and love.
The flesh is like wood but not wood, it is like flesh and blood but transcends flesh and blood. The holly oak patterned outer skin is connected with the tiger stripes. The fur is like a sacred mural, and the twisted deer-shaped horns exude holy brilliance.
With just one glance, you can tell that this is definitely not an opponent that mortals can handle.
As a background, the circular classical arena seems to be in disrepair. The wall decorations and carvings are in tatters. The walkways are full of parasitic plants climbing the walls. The masonry seats are all decayed, but the auditorium is full of seats.
Full.
It's just that those who enjoy the performance are all kinds of strange assembled monsters and twisted shadows. On the rostrum is the sad-faced "Kerdales", and the starring role is a miserable human being...
The two secret keepers were fighting brutally, with guns and swords causing wounds and plagues. The middle-aged one covered his wounded chest and was already cornered by his younger apprentice.
Watching the scene of master and disciple fighting each other, with the tiger-like head of the giant beast revealing its compassionate humanity, it was like watching a tragic tragedy...if He hadn't caused all this!
"My lovely Liu Ye, you are worthy of being the best newcomer in Zion District last year. Your 'potential' is much better than your master, and your life is brighter than his, so I am very happy to see that you are the one who survived.
.Go, you master-killing evil disciple, give your master the final blow, tell him that his era is over, and you will inherit all his happiness and live happily..."
The behemoth seduces mortals with its arias, and at the same time, it also heats up the atmosphere of the arena.
But as a bystander, Xia Qin knew that this was the temptation of the devil, and this was just the beginning of misfortune.
"Great mother tree, I, Rusty Ax Leyun, am willing to dedicate ten years of my life in exchange for strength..."
The man's hoarse and low voice sounded, but under the power of the Tree of Life, it spread throughout the entire small world.
The rules of the secret realm were triggered, and the duelists actively exchanged their lives for strength.
"boom!"
The simple revolver fired dangerous magic bullets, and the young man who was sure of victory was knocked down, but the "master" who fell to the ground quietly stood up.
The wound healed immediately, and the thin body suddenly grew in size. A man in his forties or fifties, with surging muscles, looked like a strong man in his twenties.
The sanctuary of the mother tree will respond to any mortal's sacrifice, but the price of its powerful power is ten years of life.
But this did not mean the end of everything. Xia Qin closed her eyes and couldn't bear to witness it, but she already knew what was going to happen next.
"...I can also sacrifice, I am younger..."
Yes, the young man who was knocked down was younger and could sacrifice more of his life in exchange for more power.
"Oh oh oh, well done! Liu Ye, I said you can do it!"
The most exciting thing is the giant beast on the podium.
"Mother" will not deny the desire of any child, and the transaction of life and power is completed again.
"No....."
Rusty Ax was knocked down again, and standing in the spotlight in the center of the stage was Liu Ye, who had transformed into a middle-aged man!
The cry of death was in her ears, and the malicious wind filled Xia Qin's ears with the screams of the victim and the prayers of the perpetrator.
When everything returned to calm, there was only the only performer and... a mummy made of dead bones and lean meat.
Liu Ye, who is already "old", has no joy of victory, and the pain and curse finally turned into a calm and tearful despair.
As the "Beast of the Balance" said, he had more "potential" than his master and had more years to exchange for "power", so he lived to the end.
And his opponent has already turned into a mummy in the exchange again and again.
The survivors were covered with silver hair and death spots and could not live much longer.
The numb "winner" was carried to the auditorium by the cheering audience, and next to him were several equally ugly "old men".
They are the "winners", the intended survivors of this festival.
The cleaner (monster) of the arena stepped off the stage and carried the mummy onto the rostrum for Cerdales to observe.
He took a look, nodded with satisfaction, and then signaled his subordinates to complete their work.
The mummy was dragged behind the oak throne, under the twisted flesh-and-blood tree.
Then, countless tentacles of flesh and blood spread out from it, accepting the victim's flesh and blood and turning it into a part of it.
The mother tree is benevolent, this is not robbing but giving.
The mummy that had lost its vitality became full of vitality again under the infusion of the roots of the "big tree".
On the huge dark ancient tree, there is an old face, the "rusty ax" staring at his apprentice and cursing... In a sense, he has obtained
New life, eternal life.
"It's the thirteenth one. Sooner or later, all the secret keepers in Zion District of the ancient city will be wiped out."
The special service team arrived quickly, but the first wave fell into it.
The tree of flesh and blood was huge and sacred. In just one hour "in the past", it had grown from a small sapling into a towering tree. The victim's flesh and blood was poured into it, making it fruitful.
After taking a look at the growing "Mother Tree Statue", Kerdales, as the host, nodded with satisfaction and threw the tiger's head towards the next "lucky audience".
"Li Zigui!"
"Li Zigui!"
I don’t know where it started, but everyone in the audience was shouting this name.
"Li Zigui from the Fifth Special Service Team of the Zion District of the ancient city, tell the Great Mother Tree and her lovely children who you want to challenge, or you can choose to let your mother make arrangements for you and choose the most suitable opponent...
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In the cage, another unlucky secret keeper looked desperate. He glanced around for help, and his companions avoided him one after another.
"10,9,8...."
Everyone knows that when the countdown ends, the arena will select the opponent who causes him the most pain, just like the poor Master and Disciple Liu Ye.
And everyone knows that avoiding and delaying is actually meaningless, and their countdown will come to an end sooner or later.
The moment they stepped into this quasi-god-level secret realm and faced an impossible quasi-god-level opponent, the outcome was already doomed.
Even if you win by actively choosing a weak player, you will enjoy the dual treatment of "death of old age" and "social death" after you leave.
Waiting for the mother tree to arrange for you "the most dazzling opponent in your life"?
Judging from Liu Ye's experience, it may be even worse than dying suddenly on the spot.
Maybe it's because Xia Qin is lucky, or maybe the selection of duelists is really as she guessed, in descending order of age. So far, she has not been chosen by the younger ones, and can only helplessly watch the desperate game unfold.
Thirteen times.
"...In this secret realm, there are some rules that we haven't discovered, and there must be some hope left."
The professional training of the secret keeper makes "Xia Qin" still unwilling to give up hope.
She had received an "alarm call" before and came with others. She originally thought it was just a low-pollution incident.
To destroy a secret realm that is nearing the final stage of pollution, the most fundamental thing is to clarify the special rules of the secret realm, follow the rules and remove the source of the pollution to avoid further deterioration and spread of pollution.
But this secret realm was constructed by a great "quasi-god-level" being, who himself is a source of pollution. From the perspective of the secret keeper, this is a ninth-level quasi-god strongman and a natural disaster across the world.
The strongest secret keeper at the moment, Rusty Ax, is only at level three and has already been hung on the statue of the Mother Goddess.
The gap between the two sides is no longer a chasm, it is simply the Mariana Trench.
The rules of the secret realm are simpler and more crude. They are simply "exchange lifespan for power" and "one-on-one power duel, the winner will survive." Two.
But the simple and crude rules of the secret realm, coupled with the gap in strength, make the weak unable to resist the bullying of the strong.
Accustomed to facing desperate situations, the young "Xia Qin" did not give up, but unable to move, she seemed to be able to find some inspiration to break the situation from the training she had received.
"Everyone will die, and those of us will die a little bit faster. The first lesson makes you think about the epitaph, because we are destined to constantly face death and desperate choices."
The instructor, who always had a malicious smile in his memories, showed a bitter expression before leaving get out of class for the first time.
"The experience of this industry is that the more people do not take their own lives seriously, the more madmen can calmly face the fact that their death is imminent, and the more they can find a way to survive in the madness and despair of death.
, On the contrary, the longer you live, the way of the sword master is to live toward death. The body has a dead end, but the soul does not..."
But at this moment, for "Xia Qin" who was really in a desperate situation, her mentor's last meaningful teachings became meaningless chicken soup for the soul.
If you really don’t fear death and risk your life, you can get everything done. Kerdales on the stage was already shot to death!
"Rule-level secret realm, rule-level, since it is a rule, there must be loopholes..." "Xia Qin" still did not give up.
But the "Thunder Fire Blade" not far behind her had closed her eyes long ago, as if she couldn't bear to see it, and seemed to have given up.
At this time, the closed entrance was opened again, and the light spot of the "door" was in the center of the arena.
"...What are the people outside doing? Several teams have been broken up and the stop-loss procedure has been completed? Why are there still people coming in?"
"...Could it be that a high-ranking secret keeper happens to be in the ancient city?!"
Looking at this scene, "Xia Qin" had some expectations inexplicably, and even felt a strange sense of familiarity. It seemed that someone would come in next to solve all this...
It seems that that person should be wearing a hospital gown, walking in with a nonchalant expression, pointing at the sacred beast above, saying flatly, "That's you", and then solving everything on his own...
But the dream seemed to be just a dream... The holy beast interrupted her sweet dream with a surprise aria.
"Oh oh oh, look, my little darlings, we have brought us more participants, come on, come on, sit down, it will be your turn soon."
The gray-green "wolves" walked in, and the outsiders they drove became new participants in this "game" and naturally became new sacrifices.
Another group of victims emerged...
While others were angry or fearful, "Xia Qin" had a strong sense of disobedience and loss, but the next moment, her mentality adjusted again.
"Sure enough, there has never been any hero or savior..." "Xia Qin" laughed at herself, and then continued to explore the hope in the dead end.
Little did she know that "history" had quietly changed.