The puppets' stage play

Chapter 119 The two people who follow each other closely, escape

"I will not be grateful to you, nor will I hesitate to eliminate you." Daoyi raised the sword again.

"As long as it is evil, it is born to be eliminated. I have always believed in this view." He stood quietly, and the smallpox swept through his body, and the fever became more and more intense.

"Even if I die for this, I have never doubted this point of view, because it has become the motivation for me to live." His eyes became extremely bright and stared here, the armor on his body gradually melted, and the flames seemed to be boosted, becoming more and more bright. .

"But you are right, everyone always has something to let go of. I hate the delay in rescue, and I deeply hate this guy for destroying my home, but what I can't stand the most is my own incompetence."

As soon as the knife revealed his scarred body, there was no good flesh anywhere, it was densely packed like countless earthworms, but his expression was extremely calm.

"Kill all the enemies I see and burn my body to death. Since that day, I have only pursued one truth - I am the sword." Daoyi lowered his body and rushed forward with the sword. He hugged the blade tightly, blood was soaked in his eyes. There is only one goal.

Countless light particles gradually flew out of his body and merged into the sword, making his aura more and more turbulent and huge. This aura was tightly condensed into a ball, covering the tip of the sword.

With a silent roar, the big knife penetrated the Black King's body. The 'Black King''s left eye was filled with joy and his right eye was filled with despair.

"I still have so many means..." Mulder's unwilling voice gradually faded away, and the white light in the Black King's eyes faded.

The clouds in the sky dispersed, leaving only traces of sunlight. The sky gradually darkened, and night began to take over everything.

Dao Yi's shadow was wrapped around the broadsword, and his body gradually became thinner in the remaining light. His eyes were staring deeply at this side, with some kind of understanding in his eyes.

"So...I am Daoyi"

"Finally...finally...I found you." Countless overlapping voices came out of the mouth of 'Daoyi'. There seemed to be infinite light in his eyes, sometimes passionate, sometimes indifferent, sometimes aloof.

"You!...What on earth are you?!" Mulder exclaimed with the remaining will.

"I am the powerless beginning and the endless future. With the help of the power of the king, I will search for your existence in every world. In the past and in the future, 'I' have been searching tirelessly."

"So what? I will come back eventually, and neither you nor 'you' can stop me." Mulder suddenly sneered, but the white light dispersed at a significantly faster speed.

"Is it him?" The cold voice seemed to come from the end of the sky.

"That's him." 'Daoyi' replied, facing Mulder again, his expression cold and still motionless.

"You can be proud of your escape this time. I will follow you closely like a shadow."

"When you are resurrected, the first person you see will be me. No matter which world or time and space you are in, 'I' will personally take action and knock you into the abyss."

"I will find you and interrupt every resurrection of yours. From then on, fate will connect us closely. We are closer than anyone else. I will remain committed to burying you."

A golden sword appeared in the eyes of 'Daoyi', and then the light became strong, and his whole body was swallowed up by it. His eyes were indifferent, and he just stared at this side deeply.

"We!...Here we come!" An ethereal golden sword floated in the air, and then swung this way in accordance with someone's prayer.

"Don't come here!!!" Mulder's voice was stern, and his figure emerged from the Black King, ready to flee into the distance.

With just a little time, he can...

Luck flashed in his eyes, and the ubiquitous wind gradually wrapped around his body.

Poof, Mulder lowered his head wordlessly. A golden knife tip was revealed in the middle of his chest. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were raised to countless dimensions, and a line of sight came at him.

A thin man had just pulled out a big knife from a ferocious-looking enemy. He looked over with a delighted smile on his face.

"Got you"

Then he turned around and walked over, his body emitting a rich golden light.

Mulder restrained his incompetent attitude, a look of violence flashed across his eyes, he lowered his head and laughed in a low voice.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Let us meet in the not-too-distant future. What can this mere sword spirit do to me?"

"The final winner of this game must be me!"

In the laughter, Mulder gradually disappeared.

The Black King stood there, his crisp green hair was broken, and his black hair grew again, his green eyes glowed, and his aura was unparalleled and intimidating.

But his expression was extremely stern, his body was motionless, and a certain voice sounded in his mind.

"Listen up, Daoyi has already gone to chase our enemies, and his remaining sword skills will be summarized by the 'Cleaner' and displayed again."

"Even if they may not have the strength of 'I' myself, you can't underestimate it. At least they are enough to complete the 'cleaning' for you who have not yet transcended the planet."

"Originally, after it left, it was up to me to personally eliminate you, but I chose to 'go offline' and would not take action."

"But I will not violate the procedures and let you leave. After all, I am in a different camp from you, but 'Daoyi' is very grateful to you. It is you who created the opportunity to realize 'our' wish."

"So I'm temporarily delaying this process. They won't get an 'update' within 3 minutes. Just let your subordinates take advantage of this opportunity to escape."

The 'strange existence' kept giving instructions to the Black King. Although its tone seemed a little cold, it could still vaguely see the creed it adhered to.

It sighed suddenly, with endless emotion in its words.

"'Dao Yi' is still limited by his own perspective. From 'my' point of view, he was only attracted by your 'human nature' at first, and then, with the help of fate, he found 'our' enemy."

"Humanity is not the only one in all the worlds, and we are just one of them. This is not a big deal at first, but his past experiences made him particularly admire the beauty of human nature..."

"What about you? Do you no longer believe in human nature?" Black King suddenly asked.

The voice in my head couldn't help but fall into a long silence.

"...You noticed it."

"Yes, I no longer believe in human nature. The only thing I rely on is the knife in my hand."

"All of 'my' misfortunes stem from my own powerlessness, so I will never put down the knife again, even if I have to abandon everything for it, even myself."

"The enemy is helpless and has no choice but to kneel in front of me and beg for forgiveness. That is the scene I am looking forward to, so that my dry heart can regain some vitality!"

"Anyone who disobeys will be killed! Anyone who disobeys will be killed!"

"What I do is the norm in this universe, and you are destined to not be able to see the future." Its voice was faintly excited, and then turned calm.

"You are finished. Your body is in tatters and your essence is collapsing. Even if you stop taking action and try your best to protect yourself, you can only live for ten minutes at most."

"Seven minutes is enough for you to move the existence you care about to a place where the 'Cleaner' can't find it, and this is my last gift to you. Farewell, my friend..."

The voice faded from his mind, and the Black King grinned, his eyes nonchalant. He had known this kind of thing for a long time.

The white wings suddenly dispersed into flying feathers, and the Black King descended straight away. His hands returned to their original positions, and with an unruly smile on his face, he walked towards the wary eyes of the monsters.

ten minutes.

Silver River stayed in place quietly, as if something was brewing. Black King glanced at it and ignored it. The real core of the other party was not here. What the man seemed to have taken was the main body, but in fact it could only be regarded as a tool.

The real controller is someone else, but it has no time to find it.

The Black King's eyes fluctuated slightly, and the silver river suddenly felt as if it had been severely damaged. The various spreading tributaries disappeared, and only a small group continued to try to gather.

That would be enough to buy some more time.

Mo Li, Bai Che and the other demons swallowed their saliva and forced themselves to look calmly at the 'Black King' who was walking slowly.

"I'm back." A bright smile appeared on its face. The expressions of the demons couldn't help but move, and their eyes were a little red.

"Chief..." Huang Sheng whimpered, his face full of emotion.

"I didn't expect that we could actually win," Bai Che said sincerely, with a sad expression on his face.

"...In this case, do we have to settle the accounts?" Mo Li looked at the two people who were sluggish in the distance with his cold eyes.

Hui Jin nodded silently, with strong hatred in his eyes, Hui Ying...

Chen Huo was silent and looked gloomy. Hua Sheng opened his dazed eyes, confused about this.

"No, we should run away." The Black King shook his head slightly and suddenly said something shocking.

The demons were shocked and immediately looked at each other.