Chapter 259: Unstoppable Combo, Transmigration on the Spot
Chapter 259: Unstoppable Combo, Transmigration on the Spot
"Walk."
After leaving the resource library, Ba Jian, who had recovered some strength, soared into the air and the sword body expanded rapidly.
The blood patterns on the surface flowed like dragon scales under the moonlight.
Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng stood on the body of Ba Jian, and suddenly they felt a sense of weightlessness, and Ba Jian shot straight into the sky.
The dunes below were rapidly receding from view.
Back to the winter snowfield area again, goose feather snowflakes hit our faces, covering every inch of our sight.
The strong wind stirred up by the sword energy broke the snowflakes and moved forward.
A snow owl passed by along the way, and was instantly pierced by the sword light spread by the Overlord Sword, turning into a ball of blood mist.
The speed of the Overlord Sword's flight continued to increase.
But the strong wind was blocked by the energy released by the Overlord Sword, and Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng did not feel any discomfort.
Along the way, Jiang Cheng asked where Ba Jian's clan land was.
I learned that the area was called the Broken Land, located northeast of the Winter Snowfield, separating two completely different regions.
Jiang Cheng had never heard of the place mentioned by Ba Jian.
I couldn't find the corresponding name when I opened the map. It was definitely a foggy area that had not been explored by players.
I don’t know how long it took, but the snow below melted and revealed lush green mountains.
The morning mist here is like a rolling milky ocean. Looking down from the sky, the peaks are looming, like the backs of hidden giants.
Not far away, a waterfall falls from a cliff in the sea of clouds.
The Overlord Sword went straight through the waterfall, and the water vapor was broken by the invisible sword energy, reflecting a colorful rainbow bridge.
Continuing forward, as the clouds gradually thinned, a red desert appeared in the distance.
Wind-eroded rock pillars pierce the earth like bloody fangs, and sandstorms swirl in the low altitude here.
The Overlord Sword accelerated again, and the tail of the sword left a red light trail. The trajectory left in the air was like cinnabar drawing a wild cursive line between heaven and earth.
Grains of sand densely hit the energy barrier, creating ripples. Jiang Cheng looked at the new area curiously. In the distance, several vulture-like creatures were circling around the weathered rock pillars. Their black feathers were coated with gold on the edges, and they looked up at them.
As the Overlord Sword flew so quickly, many scenes disappeared in a flash.
It's like riding on a high-speed sky train and enjoying the scenery of mountains and rivers.
But it can be seen that Ba Jian is extremely wary of certain areas.
Always suddenly taking a detour while flying.
It can be basically determined that the detour area is occupied by powerful tribes, which are forces that Ba Jian cannot afford to offend.
There are more than ten such forces spanning the two regions.
This shows how cruel the racial competition is in the monster world, and everywhere is a battlefield for fighting for resources.
As an old player, Jiang Cheng deeply understands that for the descending forces, the monster world is like a racial gamble that cannot be regretted.
Failure means the extinction of the group.
During this period, Jiang Cheng was also curious about the origins of the Divine Artifact Clan.
Confused, he asked for guidance.
The answer was that the Artifact Clan was a kind of spiritual life that was parasitic on the rules of the small world.
Unlike most races, which need a process of understanding and learning to master the rules, the Artifact Race is born to use the rules.
To be more precise, the artifact clan is a derivative clan of the rules.
Just like the Weapon Spirit Valley in the Emperor's Tomb Mountains, the original weapon spirit gave birth to a large number of derivative weapon spirits.
Or the giant mushrooms in the Senluo Forest area gave birth to a large number of plant life.
The artifact clan was bred under the artifact rules. They manipulated the power of the artifact rules to create a life body that carries spiritual consciousness for themselves.
The sword body of Ba Jian is what their clan understands as the body of consciousness.
Just like the essence of human beings is consciousness, and the flesh and blood body is the shell.
For the artifact clan, the artifact is the shell, and the inner sword-dominating consciousness is the self.
Therefore, the rules are also called heavenly conception by the artifact clan.
The artifact clan is born in accordance with the rules, and after obtaining a body nurtured by the rules, they will act according to the logic of the rules.
Only when one grows to full form can one gain the freedom to make independent decisions about the future.
As for everything they have done for their growth, the Artifact Clan never thinks they have done anything wrong.
The artifact clan was born from rules and grew up with rules. Their existence itself is the embodiment of the will of the heaven and earth in the small world.
To the members of the Artifact Clan, killing and mercy are as meaningless as measuring color by temperature.
Including in Ba Jian's consciousness, there has never been a distinction between killing being evil and kindness being good.
All its actions follow the most primitive rules and logic.
When the host suffers, it becomes stronger. This is determined by the rules of nature, just like a weak tribe sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn. How can there be good or evil?
Devouring qi and blood and repairing one's body is the way to survive, just like a tiger or a wolf eating a sheep. There is no right or wrong.
Inducing hatred and catalyzing obsession are the hardships of growth, just like wind and rain that drive seedlings forward, without distinguishing between good and evil.
In the perception of members of the Artifact Clan, following the logic of rules is correct.
If the laws of nature allow the strong to prey on the weak, then plundering is justice and one's own growth is proof.
If the law encourages the survival of the fittest, then calculation is the truth and the continuation of the ethnic group is the proof.
If Tianyun resisted genocide, then the killing should be punished by the rules, but it was not.
They are like a forest fire. When burning the forest, they do not consider the life and death of moths, and when growing, they do not care about the wailing of all souls.
In the process of devouring everything, wildfires grow and spread, which is the world's reward.
But if in the process of devouring everything, heavy rain falls from the sky and puts out the wildfire, this is the punishment of the wildfire by the will of the rules, proving that this behavior does not conform to the logic of the world.
Burning is the duty of fire, just as the Overlord Sword feeds on the host's emotions. It is the behavior of the creatures of the Artifact Clan driven by the logic of rules.
Which way to go depends on what kind of feedback this brings.
But this does not mean that the Artifact Clan is ruthless.
They are also capable of anger, greed, and fear, but these emotions are never attached to a moral framework.
Ba Jian feels no guilt when he harms his host, just like humans feel no remorse when they step on ants to death. From a higher dimension, there is no difference between the two.
The only guiding principle for all things in the world is the word "interest".
Wars, plunder, conspiracy, and hatred are all conflicts of interest disguised as conflicts of interest. When you peel off the layers, you will find that they are all behaviors that conform to the laws of the world.
There is no difference between competing with wild animals for hunting grounds or with plants competing for sunlight.
The only difference is that within the ethnic group, there may be pure emotions of fighting for honor and belief.
But if we expand our vision to the entire ethnic group, it is still interest-oriented.
The so-called civilization is nothing but a glorification of massacre as conquest and enlightenment.
But powerful forces don’t need these things at all.
Just like the black tide, it skips all affectations and directly practices the most basic rules of life: existence is plunder, and power is truth.
Being able to survive is the truth.
Because survival itself is the original inscription of the history of civilization.
Jiang Cheng was deeply touched by the guidance's words, but he also felt that the concept was too cruel.
During the exchange, Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng, led by Ba Jian, appreciated the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers.
As dusk fell, the sword swept across a mirror lake.
At sunset, the lake swallowed up the entire fiery cloud. When the sword shadow passed by, it startled a group of white birds. The ripples created by their wings broke the sunset into thousands of gold foils.
Coupled with the distant sound of bells coming from afar, the scene was so artistic that Jiang Cheng couldn't help but take a screenshot as a souvenir.
At this moment, Ba Jian suddenly swooped down, and the sword tip cut through the sea of fog in front.
Below was a huge rift valley with countless sword marks carved into the rock walls and the ground littered with all kinds of broken and fractured weapons.
Looking down from the sky, the clan territory of the Artifact Clan is like a broken sword spanning the earth.
The cliffs on both sides glow with metallic luster, and the surface is covered with honeycomb-shaped holes. A weapon is inserted in each hole, pulsating slightly in the twilight, like a dormant worker bee in a hive.
Finally, Ba Jian brought them to a metal platform.
Ahead was a twisting vortex leading to an independent space. An eight-meter-long broken sword was suspended in the air, with the sword body pierced by nine blood-red chains.
There is also a bronze stone pillar standing next to the sword.
When Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng landed, Ba Jian's voice came:
"Wait for me here."
After he finished speaking, Ba Jian came to the front of the Broken Sword and hovered, with the tentacles of his consciousness extending towards the Broken Sword.
After a brief contact, Ba Jian plunged into the whirlpool and disappeared.
After Ba Jian left, Jiang Cheng decisively called out the map and marked a blue mark.
Map markers are like the favorites records in the browser. They can be found through the sidebar and clicked to jump directly to the coordinate location.
Now that the territory of the Artifact Clan has been identified, the first step has been taken towards successfully seizing the "Artifact Rules".
"Can this sword be sacrificed?"
Xia Sheng's voice came, and Jiang Cheng looked up at the broken sword floating above the independent space vortex.
After the analysis is turned on, relevant information comes into my mind:
【Heavenly Sword (Death)】:
Objectives:
He was once the leader of the Tianjian faction of the Artifact Clan. He feeds on positive energy. The Tianjian lineage he founded believes in "tempering the heart and proving the truth". He uses the host's faith as fire to forge a great sword spirit. He only seeks creatures with pure hearts as hosts, draws the righteousness of heaven and earth into the sword, and absorbs positive emotions such as courage, benevolence, and perseverance as nutrients.
After arriving in the monster world, the Tianjian and Xiejian lineages had differences in development concepts, and internal conflicts broke out.
The Tianjian lineage firmly believes that righteousness will last forever, and only a sincere heart can forge the strongest divine body.
The Evil Sword lineage scoffed at this, believing that extreme negative emotions such as hatred, pain, and anger were easier to acquire, and that by choosing this path, their strength would grow more rapidly.
The two factions quarreled for thousands of years, and finally broke up completely after they descended into the monster world, and a war broke out for the ownership of the artifact rules.
In the end, the Tianjian lineage was defeated and their bodies were hung outside the clan’s territory.
……
After seeing the analysis information, Jiang Cheng's eyes changed when he looked at Tianjian.
He didn't expect that there were righteous members in the Divine Artifact Clan. However, evil prevailed over good, and in the end, the Evil Sword lineage won the final victory.
Jiang Cheng's sight was focused on the bronze stone pillar next to the Heavenly Sword, on which was printed a passage of words:
[The Way of Heavenly Sword is very strict in choosing a master. It is hard to find a pure one among a hundred people. ]
[The way of the evil sword, accepting all who come, all living beings have evil thoughts. 】
[The defeat of the Heavenly Sword was not due to lack of strength, but due to ignorance of destiny. In the monster world, the strong prey on the weak, and the bright path is ultimately illusory.]
[It’s not that the righteous path is inferior to the evil path, but this world is just like this. 】
Seeing this text, Jiang Cheng felt deeply moved.
It is not easy for evil to prevail over good.
As an old player, he knew clearly the words engraved on the Heavenly Sword, and he was right.
The background of the monster world is an era of great strife, with billions of races competing to reach the top.
The world is filled with killing, devouring, and evolution. It can be said that every inch of land is buried with the remains of the defeated. Even every second, a civilization that once stood at the pinnacle of the small world is heading towards destruction.
There is no mercy here. Only those who climb to the top by stepping on corpses can carve the name of their own race at the pinnacle of the monster world.
In such troubled times, despair grows faster than hope.
This is obviously also the reason why the Tianjian lineage was defeated.
The order of the small world can be shaped by the artifact clan themselves. The Heavenly Sword lineage and the Evil Sword lineage can each occupy half of the world and shape the desired ecological landscape in their own territory.
But in the monster world, they cannot change the environment. Only the fittest can survive, and the unfit will perish.
Obviously, the Evil Sword lineage is more adapted to the environment of the monster world, which is also the reason why the Heavenly Sword lineage went to extinction.
It seems that the rules of the artifact do not simply absorb negative emotions to produce power, but positive belief-related emotions can also produce energy.
It’s just that the Evil Sword lineage chose to strengthen itself through negative emotions.
Ba Jian is the descendant of Xie Jian.
"It's too cruel. I've come into contact with so many NPCs, and I feel that each race has a difficult time, including the old man, who has been carrying the hatred of genocide for a lifetime." Jiang Cheng couldn't help but sigh.
"Yes, the process of playing the game is like being in another world. The sense of immersion is so strong." Xia Sheng nodded in agreement.
On the other side, the Overlord Sword that had returned to the clan’s land was suspended under a golden crystal.
Four clansmen in sword form surround him.
Under their control, eight rays of light burst out from the golden crystal, piercing into the blade of the Overlord Sword and moving quickly inside.
Then a beam of light dropped from the golden crystal, completely covering the sword of the Overlord Sword.
In the beam of light, countless energy streams as thin as hair flowed along the blood patterns on the sword's spine.
The regular energy flow gathered at the tip of the sword, then flowed back along the edge of the blade, passing through the tiny cracks on the surface of the sword.
Among them, the core of the sword guard was explored in detail, where the energy flow formed a vortex, repeatedly washing the rule-derived imprint.
Inside the sword, the energy flow gradually outlines a complete vein map, checking the smoothness of each energy node.
Eventually all the energy converges at the end of the hilt, forming a perfect cycle.
The test results showed that there was no problem with the rule-derived imprint within the Overlord Sword, all channels on the sword were unobstructed, energy was flowing smoothly, and there were no signs of abnormal blockage.
This made the four elders of the tribe feel extremely confused.
The light released by the golden crystal gradually converged, and the energy flow receded like a tide.
The sword of the Overlord Sword trembled slightly, and then returned to normal.
"Bajian, are you sure there is something wrong with your body?" The green sword floating beside him asked in a deep voice.
"Elder, I am sure that I can no longer absorb any negative emotions or blood energy."
"But we have examined your body in detail and found no problems. The energy of rules is running smoothly in your body."
The elder’s answer confused Ba Jian.
Returning to the tribe's land is the only way to solve its physical problems in its eyes.
But unexpectedly, even the elders of the tribe could not find the root of the problem, which meant that it was likely to be completely useless.
"Perhaps only by severely injuring your race can they solve your problem. Do you know which race attacked you?"
"I don't know. They have purple skin. I almost died when I was hit by a palm when I passed by. I have no idea about the specific combat power of the other tribe."
As he spoke, Ba Jian shared the memory images in his mind with the four elders through his mental tentacles.
With the knowledge of the elders, they might be able to know the origin of this tribe.
This is also one of the development advantages of the Artifact Clan: intelligence. Each new generation of Artifact Clan members will be projected to various regions of the Pale Continent to seek growth on their own.
As they grow with their hosts, they also collect information about the area where the host is located.
When each member of the tribe returns, he or she will bring a lot of intelligence information.
Including information on the distribution of forces in various regions.
When the purple-skinned Lord of Bliss appeared in the picture transmitted by Ba Jian, the expressions of the four elders became very interesting.
"The Paradise Tribe!"
"Elders, do you know this race?"
"I wanted to coerce you, but now it seems there is no chance." The green sword said helplessly, and then continued to explain:
"This tribe is called the Bliss Tribe. They have set up a large number of space nodes in the Pale Continent where we are, trapping creatures from the outside world to enter. Once they cross the gate inside, they will be devoured by endless desires and gradually go towards destruction... Compared with them, our ability to control emotions is like a firefly compared to the bright moon. They are not at the same level at all. In addition, the strength of the rules we master is also far inferior."
"We feed on negative emotions, and the Bliss Tribe is good at creating extreme emotional happiness, a kind of happiness that even we find hard to resist."
As he spoke, the light and shadows cast by the green sword outlined a series of pictures.
The warrior died of exhaustion in the endless sublimation of power.
The greedy man gradually rotted into bones in the pool of wine, and the uncontrollable joy before death was still frozen on his emaciated face.
The scholar, holding on to the false eternal answer, turned into a dried-up statue in the library, with all his energy long since exhausted.
Countless souls indulge in the illusion of joy, while their bodies decay in bliss.
At the end of these light and shadow scenes, a Drunken Dream Sword from the Artifact Clan became a prop with only an empty shell left in the paradise scene, but the surface was inlaid with gorgeous decorations and hung in the paradise scene.
"Elder, since no one can escape from the blissful scene, how did you obtain these images?" Ba Jian asked curiously.
"When our tribe first descended into the monster world, a core team mistakenly entered the paradise space. Only Tianjian escaped with his great sword will, and the rest of the tribe all died there. These scenes were provided by Tianjian at that time."
When he heard the word "Tianjian", the image of the broken sword shell pierced by eight blood-red chains outside the space transmission channel automatically emerged in Bajian's mind.
It was once one of the leaders of the Artifact Clan, but because of differences in the concept of racial development with the Evil Sword lineage, a war broke out in the fight for the ownership of the artifact rules, and it was defeated and died.
But in the early days of their advent, the Heavenly Sword lineage and the Evil Sword lineage had a cooperative relationship.
This is all information recorded in the development history of the artifact clan.
After hearing the stories told by the clan elders, Ba Jian felt bitter.
It knew that it was unrealistic to ask the elders of the tribe to come forward and force the Jile Clan to remove the hidden shackles on themselves.
There is no possibility of negotiation between the weak and the strong.
As long as you dare to go, there is a high probability that you will be captured and taken to the paradise space, and will be destroyed in the sublimation of desire.
"Don't jump to conclusions yet, let's try other methods, follow me." As he spoke, the leading green sword shot out of the hall.
Ba Jian followed closely.
……
Outside the land of the artifact clan.
Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng are enjoying a spiritual meal.
After waiting for several hours, Ba Jian still hasn't returned.
"Rebellious son, what are your plans for the next plot?"
As he spoke, Xia Sheng picked up the red fruit in his hand and took a big bite.
The moment the flesh opened, a cool chill and a hot sensation exploded in his mouth at the same time. The rich aroma instantly filled his mouth and nose, and the taste of ice and fire made him squint his eyes comfortably.
"I don't know. There is no plot guidance in Monster World. I have no idea what to do next. Let's wait until Ba Jian comes out."
"Now that we have obtained the address of the Artifact Clan, we need to think about how to squeeze out the remaining value of the Overlord Sword..."
During the chat, ripples suddenly appeared in the twisted space vortex, and the Overlord Sword appeared from it.
"Senior, what's the situation?" Jiang Cheng stuffed the food into his mouth, stood up and asked.
The blade of the Overlord Sword trembled slightly, and the blood patterns on its surface flickered, as if suppressing some complex emotions.
“Nothing unusual.”
Hearing Ba Jian's answer, Jiang Cheng, who already knew the answer, grinned and said:
"It's good, let's go."
Ba Jian did not answer, and the sword body suddenly expanded.
Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng immediately jumped onto the sword and followed the sword into the air.
On the way, Ba Jian once again curiously asked about the information of Jiang Cheng's ethnic group and whether the ethnic group had the ability to rule.
Jiang Cheng’s answer was that the clan once possessed the power of rules, but it was taken away after they descended into the monster world.
But Ba Jian questioned this rule of power in detail.
This made Jiang Cheng feel something was wrong. Thinking of the ring that was transformed from the rune weapon he was wearing, he suspected that Ba Jian had ideas about his ring.
If you think about it carefully, Ba Jian might have already suspected that he is useless.
It is very likely that he is unwilling to let him hold the sword anymore and wants to squeeze him dry and leave, so he is trying to find out what valuable things he has.
But in response to Ba Jian's questioning, he still gave an explanation.
At this moment, the Overlord Sword suddenly shot downwards, aiming directly at a lizard-like creature.
"Hold the sword and kill!"
Realizing that Ba Jian had the idea of testing again, Jiang Cheng took action immediately and grabbed in the air with his right hand.
The flying Overlord Sword suddenly shrank, and the hilt fell steadily into the palm of his hand.
The blood veins on the sword's spine moved like a living thing.
The lizard-like monster on the ground sensed the danger, and its scales suddenly stood up. A row of sharp bone spurs protruded from its back, and it spewed out a smelly dark green poisonous mist from its mouth as a warning.
But Jiang Cheng moved faster. The sword light fell from the sky, drawing a bloody arc of light, breaking through the poisonous fog and going straight for the monster's head.
laugh!
The moment the sword blade entered the flesh, the lizard's head exploded instantly.
The next second, the lizard monster's body suddenly shrank, and the essence of its flesh and blood dispersed from the gaps in the sword blade like sand, eventually turning into grayish-white bone powder on the ground.
The humming sound of the Overlord Sword suddenly stopped.
"Oh it's you!"
The Overlord Sword suddenly escaped from Jiang Cheng's control and hovered in front of Jiang Cheng.
At this moment, it understood everything.
The root of all problems lies not with oneself, but with the host that one has chosen.
When it returned to the tribe's territory for testing and found nothing wrong, it thought that it was the members of the Bliss tribe who had taken action, leaving some hidden danger in its body that it could not resolve.
Even the four elders who helped it conduct a physical examination thought so.
But the elder did not give up. He took it to the prison where the blood slaves were raised in the tribe, wanting to see the specific situation through practice.
In this test, the complete spirit of the tribe elder held the sword and wanted to kill the blood slave himself to check the problem of why the prey would disappear mysteriously after being killed.
The test results showed that the problem did not occur at all.
Kill multiple blood slaves continuously and their Qi and blood can be absorbed smoothly.
This made Ba Jian confused and he didn't understand where the problem lay.
Before this, no matter how it tried, it ended in failure. The only thing it could do was to return to its tribe.
This reminded him of the current host, and he felt that the problem might lie with the host.
The test just now confirmed its conjecture.
Now it all makes sense.
Many questions popped up in Ba Jian's mind.
Killing cannot devour blood and energy, pain cannot absorb negative emotions, it had already thought of an excuse, but the host found the skeleton in the resource library but did not ask, and along the way it was always staring carefully at the words on the rock wall, as if it could understand what was said...
Looking back now, it’s all problems.
Obviously, this host already knew about its situation.
This is why it checked its own body, including a detailed examination after returning to the tribe, and found no problems.
But as long as "Skyfire" holds the sword, problems will arise.
Tianhuo obviously knew all this, but never told it, and was always using it.
"No wonder I couldn't absorb any blood no matter how hard I tried. It turned out to be you!"
Ba Jian's voice was no longer hoarse and low, but filled with tremendous anger.
The blood veins on the sword's spine squirmed wildly, like countless enraged poisonous snakes.
It never imagined that this seemingly submissive host had been secretly making trouble from the very beginning.
After hearing Ba Jian's answer, Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng immediately realized that they were exposed.
Although it is unclear how he was exposed, the problem now is that Ba Jian is angry.
"What, you want to devour the master, is that you rebel?!"
Now that he has been exposed, Jiang Cheng doesn't plan to pretend anymore.
"Master Devourer? Do you think you have the ability to resist my power?"
The blood mist condensed in front of the sword, gradually forming a hideous ghost face. In the open mouth, countless wailing former hosts could be vaguely seen struggling inside.
The ground cracked, and the gravel floated up against gravity, forming a force field around the Overlord Sword.
"The traitor, take action!"
Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths curled up at the same time.
The next second, the two of them suddenly put their hands together.
The power of pain erupted from the body like a tidal wave, generating countless red tentacles behind him that suddenly rolled towards the Overlord Sword.
The sword light blooming on the surface of the Overlord Sword was simply unable to resist the spread of the Touch of Pain, and was immediately entangled by the Touch of Pain.
As soon as it came into contact, Ba Jian's consciousness let out a sharp scream, which then turned into a wail.
The Taunt Soul was also activated at this time and inflicted on the Overlord Sword through the Touch of Pain.
The sword body suddenly trembled wildly, and the blood patterns on the surface twisted and cracked. Its consciousness was dragged into a dark abyss. Countless horrific scenes pieced together from memories were forcibly turned out, repeatedly tearing its consciousness apart.
It saw itself abandoned by the elders of the tribe, and the sword was thrown into the furnace, melting bit by bit.
He saw the ghosts of past hosts crawling out of the sword's spine, grinning and biting at its consciousness.
They also saw the black tide of evil that even the elders of the tribe feared, summoning endless evil spirits that devoured its sword body inch by inch...
"Stop!"
The wailing of Ba Jian was filled with pleading, and the sword light released from the sword body shattered, and the glowing sword body quickly dimmed under the erosion of the power of pain.
It struggled desperately, but the touch of pain became tighter and tighter, and the power of pain penetrated into the sword body, directly burning its consciousness.
This was a pain that Ba Jian had never felt before.
Consciousness is like a lone boat in the raging sea, swaying in the surging pain and liable to collapse at any time.
It knew that this was the pain brought by extreme emotions, and it tried hard to break free, but its consciousness seemed to be wrapped in layers of sticky dark colloid. Every struggle of consciousness was like struggling to move in a quagmire.
I tried to concentrate and wake myself up, telling myself that this was just external emotional interference, but what I got in return was an even more intense pain deep in my consciousness.
"Ba Jian, you like to bring pain to your host, but have you ever felt the ultimate pain yourself?"
Jiang Cheng's sinister laugh sounded in his mind, but Ba Jian was no longer able to give an answer.
Under the impact of extreme pain, consciousness scattered like snowflakes, and everything it did to the host became the fuse of pain.
Every time a memory surfaced, it was accompanied by a pain that drove it crazy, as if the dead host had turned into a wronged spirit gnawing at its consciousness.
It was as if there were countless sharp hooks pulling its consciousness into pieces.
The fear was like a surging tide, mixed with the pain, completely drowning it.
It tried to shout, trying to convey a message for help to the tribe not far away.
But under the extreme pain, his consciousness could no longer control his body and he continued to fall into the endless abyss.
Only pain was left spreading wildly in his mind, constantly eroding his remaining sanity.
kill me!
At this moment, Ba Jian longed for death.
Because the pain has exceeded the limit of what it can bear and the limit of pain it can imagine.
Despair enveloped it.
Its consciousness gradually collapsed under the erosion of the power of pain. Its mind screamed, but it could not even condense a complete thought.
It seemed as if every inch of the sword spirit was being tortured, crushed, and burned.
It once thought that it was the controller of "despair", but only now did it understand what extreme despair was.
Click!
A crisp cracking sound was heard, and the cracks on the surface of the Overlord Sword continued to spread.
Consciousness gradually loses its sense of self and moves towards the edge of dissipation.
In the outside world, Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng still kept their hands clasped together, and the bloody tentacles behind them were dancing wildly like a peacock spreading its tail, continuously releasing extreme painful energy.
At this moment, the players in the live broadcast room also reached a climax, and the barrage of comments exploded instantly.
"That's awesome. Even though Tyrant Sword was injured, this is a life of 100+ hunting level. It's invincible."
"The pain attribute can be combined with the taunt attribute to form a combo? What kind of magical combination is this? Under the strong control, it is difficult for the Overlord Sword to even counterattack. This combination has full control points."
"This strength is too good, pain + taunt + wither + rip... this combination of characteristics is too magical, it can really freeze the target to death."
……
Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng's performance reminded many players in the live broadcast room of a saying circulating in the forum.
A strategy-seeking player once started a discussion thread on the forum to study who is the strongest civil war phantom god in the player camp.
The vast majority of veteran players voted for the Brothers of Pain.
The reason is simple: no one dares to confront the Brothers of Pain head-on. They possess a power that even their own players are afraid of.
Finally, during the discussion among the players in the live broadcast room, the trembling of Ba Jian came to an abrupt end.
Then it fell from the air, the blood patterns on the surface dimmed, and blood continued to emerge from the cracks and merged into Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng's bodies.
The sword body, starting from the tip, gradually turned grayish white and no longer flashed blood.
Jiang Cheng and Xia Sheng stopped at the same time and smiled at each other.
"Two pains combined."
"True damage to slay gods and demons."
After each person finished speaking a line, they raised their right hands and high-fived.
At the same time, the challenger prompt sounded in their minds.
(End of this chapter)