Uplifting Journey

The earth-shaking changes in the soul world only took an instant in reality.

"Clang--"

Amid the sound of the arrow falling to the ground, Diablo, who had previously self-mutilated with the arrow, staggered a step, leaning his back against the wall of the prison corridor, and the phantom of the Crimson King slowly sank and merged into his body. middle.

The gray and white body was hidden in the darkness by a big hat and cloak. Like a ghost, it rose from the shadows under the cell window and held the arrow that had fallen in the corner of the wall in the palm of its hand.

The stand-in named Black Sabbath aimed the arrow in his palm at the small window through the inside and outside of the prison cell, passed through the metal prison door like a phantom, and placed the arrow on Polpo's open palm.

"Is this arrow still used in this way?" Bo Erbo looked at the gorgeous arrow in his hand, and then turned his gaze to the boss outside the cell.

Diablo pierced the substitute's chest with an arrow, and the scene where the main body burst out of blood under the feedback damage of the substitute and then recovered instantly, Polpo could see it clearly, which made him feel a little puzzled: ".Black Sabbath carries, In the process of using this arrow, it is not that I have not been scratched by the arrow blade, why there is no secret of triggering the arrow, causing this kind of abnormal phenomenon? Is it the difference between the type of substitute?"

"Special is not the arrow"

Diablo, whose back was away from the wall, moved his neck, looked at Porpo with inexplicable emotions and said, "What's special is the whole process of piercing the double with the arrow - the depth of the stabbing, the arrow holder , substitute, place, time. All the details are necessary elements for the completion of the 'ceremony'

"Even if it's the same person, the same arrow, and the same position, if you pierce the double one second earlier or one second later, you will get completely different results."

"Huh?" The unexpected information made Boerbo so surprised that the fat on his face wrinkled into a ball, "With such strict conditions, there is no basic law that can be repeated, right? How do you know yourself Can the expected results be achieved?"

"So, this is called a 'ritual'." Diablo, who did not rely on the epitaph to predict the completion of the ceremony, looked at his hands, "The so-called 'ritual' refers to using an agreed method and a higher level The process of establishing a connection with existence.

"It doesn't matter if you draw a geometric pattern on the ground or pierce the double with an arrow, as long as the ritual can be recognized and allowed by the target, it can be used normally.

"As for the harshness of the conditions." After touching his chest, Diablo laughed lowly, "For the object of the ceremony, time is not much different from the pages of the book in hand, and the agreed time conditions Isn’t it a simple matter of inserting a bookmark on a fixed page number at the moment I pierced the double?”

"It's unbelievable." Popo's face trembled, and he continued to ask curiously, "Then who was the target of the ceremony you held just now?"

Through the special vision of the epitaph, Diablo took a deep look at Porpo: "Of course it is the Crimson King."

The overwhelming crimson light swept across the sky, and Diablo, who changed his posture suddenly, shook the arrow in his palm, and then he turned his head to Polbo in the cell who looked down at his empty palm and asked: "I told you so So many things, shouldn't you also answer a little question for me?

"How did you control Bolbo's Black Sabbath? I can understand your control over his body, but a substitute as an extension of soul power should not be so easily controlled by outsiders. You should not have the ability to do so."

After rubbing his hands, Polpo raised his head and glanced at Diablo, and said with a strange expression, "When did you find out?"

"It's not important," Diablo flicked, completely crushing the wooden shaft of the arrow in his hand, and then he casually put the metal arrowhead into his trouser pocket, "Please answer my question first. "

Although he was calm on the surface, Diablo was not so relaxed in his heart—if it wasn't for his ability to evolve after completing the ceremony, or to be liberated to another realm, Polpo's curiosity would have crossed the line again. He didn't notice the abnormality in this guy at all.

"Yeah." After pondering for a while, "Polbo" patted his stomach, and shrugged his shoulders in the undulating waves of flesh, "It is troublesome to describe the details clearly. To put it simply, I guide Borbo to sleep and Dreaming, interfering with the operation of his brain through things similar to dreams, combined with ripples to indirectly affect his soul, so that he can actively mobilize the substitute to do what I want him to do

"It's similar to the low-end version of the brain in a vat. Of course, this method of information deception can only achieve relatively simple control. I can't violate the 'personal design' of the controlled person too much, and there is no way to make Black Sabbath Doing things that would alert Polpo and make him feel in danger."

Obviously, Borbo, who stayed at a fixed location and had no ability to defend against biochemical attacks, had long been secretly parasitized by someone.

As one of the most active senior cadres of the Zealot Organization, the whereabouts of Borbo, who has been sitting still for a long time, was easily exposed after the assassination team had certain resources.

And the arrow in his hand made him far more attractive to Cheng Bin than other senior cadres. To some extent, this was one of the reasons why he had not been completely killed by the rebels after suffering heavy losses.

Letting Cheng Bin, who has been focusing on the laboratory since he took control of the assassination team, free up his hands to carry out the erosion himself, this honor, not many members of the passionate organization that resisted the rebellion, except for Polpo, could get it.

"I see." After listening to Cheng Bin's words, Diablo snorted with a clear face, and then he asked, "I'm curious, since you have already controlled Borbo, why did you choose Stay here and give me the vital arrow? Are we not enemies?"

"Based on the abilities shown by the Crimson King before, even if I destroy the arrow, it won't stop you from getting it intact, right? The power of time is really as powerful as cheating."

Bo Erbo raised the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Besides, my hostility towards you is far less serious than my curiosity towards you. Letting you get the arrow with a mutated body will satisfy my curiosity better? After all In this world, life is sometimes far less important than intelligence, what do you think?"

Whether it is the purpose of the ontology or the task given by the Lord of Infinity, exploring and digging out the secrets behind the world is the most important thing at present.

Sacrifice? It doesn’t exist, a mere probe on the world line can level the virtual world line here by relying on the size of the quantum avatar cluster to extend the life of the one-way low-dimensional carrier infinitely, exhaustively, right?

As long as the value of what you get is higher than the cost of exposing more traces.

"That makes sense. It seems that you are not an odd number who knows nothing about the truth." Diablo nodded thoughtfully, and then stretched out his hand to hook Cheng Bin, "So, Let me see your double, let me see. Who are you?"

After finishing speaking, the phantom of the Crimson King materialized beside Diablo, and looked at the fat giant in the cell with delicate eyes that seemed to be alive——

[After completing the initial awakening, there are only the past thirty years and the next year left. Except for the twenty-five years of creating stable soul nodes, the available resources are only six years]

【Whether that monster or Huang Wang will not miss this opportunity, our "time" is very precious, we have to consume it to be more valuable.】