Vol 3 Chapter 1566: cost

　　 Huang Laoxie doesn't know what state he is in now, just like he has conceived a second personality in his body, ‘He’ just appeared so suddenly and took away his control over his body.
　　 His perception seemed to rise suddenly, looking down at himself from a third angle of view, overlooking the entire battlefield.
The blood mist was easily pierced by him, and Huang Laoxie’s ears echoed countless voices. Some were whispering tremblingly, some were snarling generously and boldly. Without exception, these people were all talking to the of war Campa. Si prayed, prayed that he could defeat the enemy, or get a heroic solution.
With just a thought, he can follow those voices to find people who pray. These people are struggling to survive in the fog. There are aboriginals and players. With these people’s prayers and hard work, there is a trace of strength. The soul of Huang Laoxie made him feel that he was constantly getting stronger.
With a trance, Huang Laoxie's thinking continued to spread around, as vast as the sky and the earth, and more and more noisy voices echoed in his mind, making him almost unable to think, only passively reading those sound.
　　 "Countless years ago, before the whole world was restarted, I was just like you, facing an enemy like Chaos, feeling confused and wondering how I could achieve victory, just like these praying people."
　　 A voice suddenly appeared, dispelling the voice in Huang Laoxie's mind and saving him from the brink of mental breakdown.
"No, it's not just me. The entire human civilization is lost. It seems that no matter what we do is of no avail." The voice continued: "Some people chose to give up, some people chose to fall, but we didn't. We insisted on fighting until Dead end."
　　 Huang Laoxie's mind showed a blurry picture. On the apocalyptic battlefield, each stubborn figure bloomed like an ink painting, and then disappeared into the background.
"When we first learned of Chaos's arrangement for this world, we carried out the most thorough resistance. We paid an unimaginable price with unimaginable determination." That voice seemed to be still lamenting the decision at that time: "But everything is still irreversible, so we decided to leave something for you later."
　　 Huang Laoxie listened to that voice telling the story of the past with unprecedented tranquility. He already knew that this was a conversation in the ‘self-talk’ style.
"But what should we leave you? We are you, we have what you have. What we don't want to leave you is our experience, because those are all failure experiences. If we have even the slightest chance, we will not Yours was born." The voice said with some regret: "What we can give can not pose a threat to Chaos. In the end, we decided to fight to the end and leave to you the will to never be discouraged, because in all possibilities, The last thing we want is us in the future. Now you have chosen to yield in the face of chaos."
　　 Huang Laoxie's face showed a proud smile, because they did.
"Chaos may kill us and corrupt our individuals, but as a civilization, we will never succumb. We would rather be extinct, ravaged, and destroyed, and never become the next chaotic family." That voice was like Hong Zhong also echoed in Huang Shiren's mind: "I am here to prove to you that in the past countless reincarnations, we have not succumbed, we have been fighting to the end, fighting to death!"
　　 "This time, it's no exception!" Huang Shiren suddenly opened his eyes, and he was still deep in the blood mist before him, who was laughing wildly.
And he didn’t know when a long spear that was red and bright even in the blood mist appeared in his hand. He didn’t need any more hints. Huang Shiren stabs the spear in front of him, his movements are unpretentious, but the spear seems to be agitated. Like the whole blood mist, a whirlwind condensed on the tip of the gun.
　　 The spear pierced straight into Mannoroth's back, and came out from his chest. The vortex of blood mist condensed instantly and opened a huge hole in his chest that was large enough for Huang Shiren to penetrate.
　　 The spear remained undiminished, and it fanned through the Maginot Line behind Mannoroth, and then spread to the distance, dispelling a large amount of blood fog.
However, Mannoroth did not fall. It turned its head to face Huang Shiren, laughed, and coughed up blood from the gap in the helmet: "You know what, I have been waiting for this moment, waiting for our ridiculous trinity to gather together. "
"Cough! Cough!" Mannoroth took off his helmet laboriously and threw it aside. Under the helmet, it had a face quite similar to Huang Shiren, but it was far more tyrannical than him: "That ridiculous God of War and What did you say? Cough, cough, forget it, it’s not important, it’s all nonsense, the point is that the blood is tired of this game, I’m here today just to have a relationship between us Stopped."
"Do you know why that so-called God of War has been active in the Old World?" Mannoroth took off his heavy armor one by one~EbookFREE.me~ In the process, he let the huge hollow in his chest go around. The organ fragments scattered, the vitality is terrible.
　　 The spear in Huang Shiren's hand has completely disappeared, as if he had never appeared before. He could feel that his physical strength was passing abnormally. Obviously, that shocking blow was not without price.
"Because he doesn't dare to move in the areas where you frequent, the uniqueness of time and space will delete that stowaway among you." Mannoroth laughed and said, "Only the existence of my lord can fool this ridiculous world! "
　　 "You can indeed kill me." Mannoroth stared into Huang Shiren's eyes, and asked every word: "But, what's the price?"
At that moment, Huang Shiren's consciousness was withdrawn again, and the voice whispered in his mind: "I used to think I could bear everything and stick to the end, but I was wrong, I was tired, and my heart was dark. , I'm sorry, but I can only give you the responsibility that belongs to me."
"Damn, I've been used to acting for so many years, I apologize to you and me!" The voice suddenly cursed in a very familiar tone of Huang Shiren: "I should check in and retire, now it's time for you young people to take over. , When God is tired, work hard and work hard!"
　　 Before Huang Shiren could scold him back, the voice disappeared. Instead, the old Huang Xie in front of Mannoroth cracked his mouth and smiled: "The price is that I got crazy and even killed himself, you rushed to the street!"
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