In the corridor, the dim lights flickered from time to time, and the place that was usually lively was silent at this time. Due to the blockade of the field, the entire base has been completely cut off from the outside world. After losing the power supply, the base automatically used the backup power supply to ensure that the equipment in the sealed room can be maintained for a short time. However, the previous massacre in the field directly caused the death of more than 95% of the staff. Without management personnel, some seals have escaped. "Be careful and move gently. The base is very dangerous now." Xue Pengkai carefully observed the movements around him and whispered. The reason why the interior of the base is set up with door panels every ten meters is to prevent the seal from getting out of control. Wang Lang hugged Kelly's body silently. His body was strengthened with black magic. Now he can hold Kelly steadily with one hand, and the other hand holds the Book of the Dead. Several transparent figures appeared from the void. Their faces were blurred and their bodies were distorted like amorphous smoke. This is the spell in the Book of the Dead to summon the wronged souls. "Here is a sacrifice." The Son of Plenty, who followed them, suddenly spoke. After hearing his words, Wang Lang moved to the front quickly, and the Book of the Dead in his hand emitted a scarlet light at a pile of unknown substances mixed with flesh and human tissue.
Crunch-- Accompanied by a creepy chewing sound, the original pile of meat disappeared on the spot, and the red light on the Book of the Dead became stronger. "There is still one missing. We can't delay too long, otherwise it can't be used as a sacrifice." When Wang Lang said this, he glanced at the Son of Plenty. The meaning was very clear. If Kelly couldn't be saved after too long, he would become a new sacrifice. The Son of Plenty had no expression on his face, but just replied: "I am ready to sacrifice myself for the coming of God at any time." "What God, which God?" As a manager, Xue Pengkai has always been curious about this question. The Son of Plenty has always said that he is a lamb and a sacrifice of God since he first met him, but he has never said what God it is. However, the Son of Plenty has never answered this question. "I can't say the name of God. It is something that humans can't understand or comprehend." The Son of Plenty shook his head calmly, "Unless you are willing to keep the Babel song on the phonograph on loop until you can collect all the languages in the universe." Wang Lang interrupted the conversation between the two impatiently, "Hurry up." "It's time to hurry up." The space door suddenly opened, and a figure that made Wang Lang and Xue Pengkai's faces change suddenly appeared. Lu Ke walked out of the door slowly and smiled at the two of them, "Sorry, Mr. Wang Lang, I forgot to take something." "You..." Wang Lang's emotions were out of control in an instant, and the veins on his hand holding the Book of the Dead bulged, and his hoarse voice echoed in the closed corridor. "Go to hell!" Accompanied by a huge amount of magic power, the door to the other world slowly opened, and a faint red light came from the other side. There were countless undead creatures inside. This was the most powerful magic recorded in the Book of the Dead - the Scourge of the Undead! Click! With a crisp snap of fingers, an invisible space door appeared at the exit of the alien world. The undead creature that had just stepped out of the door appeared in the sky on the other side the next second, and then fell into pieces under the action of gravity. At the same time, Wang Lang's body was pulled in front of Lu Ke by an invisible force. He was still struggling desperately, wishing to eat the flesh of the enemy in front of him alive.
"Pah!" The bloody spit stopped in the air, and then rebounded and sprayed on Wang Lang's face. Lu Ke shook his head at the protagonist who had no ability to resist. "Mr. Wang Lang, I don't kill you not because I don't want to kill you, but because someone above wants to protect you." Lu Ke glanced in the direction of the story editing department, "Thank them, otherwise you would have died long ago. Of course, there is no need to thank them too much, after all, they just plan to use you." Seeing Wang Lang still looking at him with an irreconcilable hatred for killing his wife. Lu Ke sighed, "You still don't seem to understand the situation, so I will kindly explain to you that the demon king standing in front of you is morally unprepared to destroy the world. I can cut off your limbs, destroy your body, and play with your mind at any time." "Every time you make me angry, my mood will become heavier, and my desire to kill you will become stronger, so it will become more difficult for the people above to protect you." Luke pinched Wang Lang's chin, gradually exerting force, making his bones start to make sounds, and his face was distorted with pain. "If I were you, after clarifying the gap in strength between the two sides, I would shut up obediently, bow my head, and try not to anger me. Believe me, tomorrow you will thank you for making a choice today." "Otherwise, you will have no tomorrow." ... The red long sword cut into a corner of the world, and with its owner's swing, countless brilliant lights burst out. The space was shattered under this blow, and the power was unmatched. The door kept opening and closing, overlapping and repeating. The cunning enemy kept shuttling through the space. The wide range of movement and the frequency of flashing made Anna frown. "Is this all you have? Derivative No. 3, you are hiding under my feet like a bug." Luke appeared dozens of meters in front of Anna, and said in a calm tone, "Fools seek power from outside, while wise men seek power from within." "Some people like to act recklessly without thinking when fighting, while some people know how to think." This is the biggest difference between him and sealed objects. The effects of sealed objects are simple and crude, difficult to shake, but they lack flexibility, and most of them have negative effects. The masters who use them are also the disadvantages of sealed objects. "With boring rhetoric, you will definitely lose." Anna snorted coldly and raised the sword of victory in her hand again. No matter what the conspiracy was, when she held the sword of victory, there would be no other possibility except victory. The characteristics of the sealed object will not be violated! Luke's figure was still flickering in the space, and he spoke slowly: "You seem to be particularly confident in your sword, so let me teach you the art of fighting." His voice came from all directions, causing Anna to observe carefully, trying to find any flaws. "First of all, the Sword of Victory can indeed allow you to win, but no one stipulates when this victory will come. I can fight with you for a whole day, a month, even a year or more." Swinging out the sword with her backhand, Anna frowned, showing a little irritation. Her sealed objects were very powerful, but it was really difficult to deal with these sneaky methods. A ray of purple light struck, Anna snorted coldly, and let the unknown magic hit her body. The anti-injury armor can reflect any attack, whether it is physical, magic or curse. Too much confidence will reveal flaws. Swish——
In her disbelieving eyes, purple magic enveloped her body, but the other side appeared in front of her safe and sound. At this moment, she suddenly felt extremely calm, so calm that she couldn't get angry, and so calm that she lost her desire to attack. "Anti-wounded armor reflects damage, but if it's not damage, but something beneficial to you, it won't reflect back, such as a calming magic like mine." Luke spoke slowly, approaching Anna who had lost all desire to resist and could only use some instinctive defense to resist. When she slashed with the sword, she struck the sword with her right fist. The weakened arm weakened the attack, and the trajectory of the sword deviated. Anna kept hinting that she was going to attack, but the calming magic was working. If it is an attack, even if it is a psychic attack, the Anti-Injury Armor can return it tenfold, but calmness cannot. Against Anna's kick without any desire to attack, Luke touched the golden badge on Anna's chest with his left hand, and the information flow came into his mind. A third-level sealed object, a badge of equality. Description 1: Fair, fair, damn fair! Description 2: As the name suggests, this badge can improve the wearer's values in all aspects, and the improvement is equivalent to the enemy's level. Description 3: What? You said it seems a bit unfair that the wearer's own value plus the enemy's value exceeds the enemy's? Description 4: Sorry, the world itself is unfair. The promotion condition for fourth-level staff is to master two first-level sealed artifacts or a certain zero-level derivative, but in fact, veteran fourth-level staff are guaranteed to have four sealed artifacts suitable for themselves. At any time, knowing your cards is key. "You can't beat me." Anna, who was forcibly calmed by magic and lost her desire to attack, didn't care about Luke's actions. No matter what he tried, as long as the sword of victory was in her hand, the cause and effect of victory would be anchored. "Yes, provided the sword is in your hand." Luke showed a faint smile and suddenly took out something from his arms, which made Anna's pupils shrink while she was in a calm state. "you!" What appeared in Luke's hand was the sealed item Inequality Lipstick that had just been transferred from the clone body and was obtained from Kelly. He put lipstick on his lips with some trepidation, covered half of his face with his hands, and spoke awkwardly. "You will win≠You must hold the sword of victory, put it down!" The characteristics of the sealed object were difficult to violate, and Anna let go of the sword of victory in trembling and despair. Ding dong—— With the sound of the sword of victory falling to the ground, the cause and effect changed drastically at this moment. Anna's ending changes from a winner to one destined to die. The sword of victory will definitely lead to victory, but once you pick it up, you cannot put it down, otherwise you will die. In less than ten breaths, Anna suddenly let out a miserable howl. She died for unknown reasons, and even the anti-wound victim armor was of no use. "Equal badges are not equal, armor that inflicts damage does not inflict damage, and the sword of victory cannot bring you victory."
Luke sneered and took Anna's sealed object into his personal space. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and a familiar and uncomfortable feeling came over him. Without any hesitation, green magic light lit up on his body. … Future technology, thirteenth floor. Monitors full of black technology style are spread throughout the room. Manager Prell, whose right eye was cloudy, stood in the center of the room, looking at the sealed objects that kept escaping from the surveillance camera, the dead Kelly and Anna, and Luke who rushed into the base. After a moment of silence, he sighed. "P03, help me start the World Conference." A virtual image of a square robot popped up on all the displays at the same time. It looked at Prell with dull eyes. "Are you sure? Start the world conference and invite the remaining four leaders." "Sure." As the confirmation command was given, the display screen dimmed and split into four. A man wearing a mask with the word "hi" appeared on the first screen. "Hello, Prell, I haven't seen you for a long time. The last time we met was during the Star Eater incident." P03's mechanical voice sounded: [Welcome, Mr. Xi from the story editing department. ] Prell smiled bitterly, "Don't mention that ridiculous script. If it weren't for the excessive revisions that time, you wouldn't be short of ink this time, and the situation wouldn't be so bad, right?" "I think it's okay. You didn't issue a 'wanted order', which means the problem is not that big." The second screen lit up, and the person who came was a young man in black with a stern face. "Do you know why your future technology always has problems?" [Welcome, Director Dak of Lighthouse Co., Ltd. ] "Uh, because we have the most seals?" "That's right, things like seals shouldn't exist! It's better to destroy them all!!" "Are you a little too extreme, Mr. Dak?" "It's because you always want to make a profit from the seals that you have such a bad result!" The third screen lit up, and a middle-aged woman in black who looked a little haggard appeared. Compared with the previous ones, she looked like an ordinary middle-aged woman. If Wang Lang were present, he would find that the woman in front of him was so familiar and yet so strange. [Welcome, Ms. Qin Fang, the director of the Psychological Treatment Center. ] "Is the current situation already so bad? It's a pity for Wang Lang. I spent twenty-one years to train him." Prell bowed to him apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ms. Qin Fang, because I don't have complete information about Derivative No. 3, so this mistake occurred."
"You didn't use the Tree of Wisdom to query his information?" "Because he has been very well-behaved in the past eighteen years, we will do better next time." "Next time again." Qin Fang's face showed obvious disappointment, "It is not necessary to use Wang Lang to filter the pollution. It is also the welfare of all mankind to let Derivative No. 1 come directly. We will all ascend." The fourth screen lit up, and a handsome man in an elegant suit appeared gracefully. [Welcome, representative of the Small Sealing Organization, Frankenstein P] "I'm sorry, but with all due respect, Ms. Qin, that will only lead to the destruction of mankind." "Ha, what about the fact that you blew the Doomsday Horn to attract Derivative No. 2?" "That was a scientific research project." Frankenstein P shrugged, "I just want to know what the pattern is for the things summoned by the Doomsday Horn." Prell sighed, "Okay, everyone, don't worry about these little things anymore. The Future Fund is no longer able to maintain the seal. This is my dereliction of duty. The distribution of the income of Future Technology in the next world will be reduced by 30%." The other four looked at each other and nodded slowly. He took out a piece of agreement with unknown words written on it from his arms, but only one-fifth of the fragments. "Then, apply for a reset." "Agree." "Agree." "Agree." "Agree." Everyone picked up a piece of agreement fragment in their hands, and along with their actions and declarations, the agreement fragments burst out with huge beams of light, straight into the sky. [Grant the highest command] [Turn on terminal vertical synchronization] [Apply the World Restart Protocol] [Restarting the world line] Five pillars of light that shot up into the sky connected end to end, turning into a disc in the shape of an Ouroboros, and then the disc began to reverse, and endless light enveloped everything. … In the deep darkness, Prell woke up from his deep sleep. He opened his sharp single eye and pressed the red button beside the bed. A few seconds later, a staff member walked into the room respectfully. "What do you want to order?" "What time is it now?"
"Do you mean today's date? Today is January 1, 2124." "Not bad." Prell pondered for a moment and said, "Prepare to destroy the program of Derivative No. 3. I want the result today." "Okay." The staff nodded respectfully, and ran back in a panic a moment later, with a stuttering tone. "Manager Prell, Derivative No. 3 he...he...he disappeared!" ... Readers should have seen some deletions and revisions. I was notified this morning that I was not allowed to write about SCP. If I write more books, I will lose them. I have been revising until now. It seems that other books involving this theme will also be rectified and banned. I can't say I feel bad, but I feel uncomfortable. The plots I have worked hard to think about, the foreshadowing I have set, and the subsequent plans are all gone. This is the first time I have encountered such a thing when writing my own plot. Sigh