Dark Blood Age

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The young ZOL man stood still and looked at this “parasite” strangely. It was also the first time he had encountered a person who had incorrectly answered the sequence, and his heart was a little scared. In the eyes of this “parasite”, he seemed to see a hint of cold evil that other ZOL people did not have, as if crawling out of purgatory.

“You, your sequence? ”

It reluctantly calmed down and continued to follow the process and the voice was clearly a little nervous.

The messenger came out of the darkness and came to it, looking at it Rin, saying word for word: "No! ”

The young Zhuor was suddenly stunned and instantly thought of countless possibilities. He jumped lightning and took out his light body, nervously and with extreme vigilance: “Who are you? Why are you here? ”

The “consortium” did not seem to care, had no interest, flew straight past it, but replied: "Fourth , sixteenth generation. ”

The young Zhuor man suddenly stuck stiffly, and the light in his hand fell on the ground, immobilized like a sculpture, half-blown, and only after the disappearance of the “parasite” did it recover, shocked: “Fourth , sixteenth generation! The fourth order has finally emerged the newest generation of !? How long, how many tens of thousands of years? Wait, which old fourth s preamble does it inherit? ”

It hastily searched for it and no longer saw the shape of the consignment, but it immediately reported to the upper level and found itself locked up here, completely isolated from the outside information.

It then discovered that the sequence of the enclosed hatch was its own, and its sequence did not know when it appeared on the cleanup system, but it lost control.

And the same thing, rapidly in the little cubes leading up to the main cube.

“Sequence?”

“832233!”

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“Sequence?”

63126!

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“Sequence?”

21228!

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“Sequence?”

“01312!”

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“Sequence!? Wait, who are you? ”

In the main cube, the guard system released the “constellation”, but it was stopped by a heavily armed alien Zor.

The sender looked at it and waved his hand, carrying a light, closing the door behind him at the same time.

The heavily armed Alien Zhuor was shocked, quickly retreating, while taking out his own light body, while still taking other weapons, and at the same time alerting, but it immediately flew upside down in the swing of the pointy light of the sender's fingers, suspended in mid-air, and still struggled, like bound by some invisible force.

Further inside the table people were immediately struck and emerged as an emergency in battle.

But the parasite still flies forward at the same speed, waving the light of the fingertips, one of each point, and then swinging, like sliding an object in a stereoscopic screen, is thrown away by the alien Zoll in the dot, bound in mid-air, motion is very fast and flying.

Less than a moment of effort, all the rushing out of Zhuor were cleaned up, all tied aside, watching it swiftly pass through until it entered the main cabin.

There is only one elderly Zulu left in the main cabin at this moment, probably not yet able to replace his life form, appeared a little weak, but looked at the parasite calmly.

“Don't worry, they're fine.” When the body arrived here, it stopped, walking towards the control port of the main cube, and said: “This is the meta-head, I used to use it poorly, it's probably better now. ”

The old Zhuor did not stop it from approaching the cubic platform interface and still looked down at it and said, “Who are you? ”

It hasn't stopped, and the parasite hasn't stopped, turning its back on the interface: “I've wasted too much time on this issue for you, and now I don't think it makes much sense. ”

A moment of silence on the part of the old Zhuor finally said: "I know, you are 95827! You're back in position? ”

The message turned around and said, “You can call me Chu Yunsheng, but it's best to think of me as the new fourth , which is good for you. ”

Only at this moment did the old Zor appear surprised: "You inherited the position of ? Is that you, or is that your fictional identity? ”

The sender turned his head back, continued to manipulate the interface, read the data in the cube, and said a moment later: "Looks like the master of Xueyuan has a lot to hide from you, it should have known, but one thing, you and it are wrong, there is no fictional identity. ”

The old Zhuor first pondered, then raised his eyes to a darkness. “I see, 95827, your sacrifice is too great. You completely turned yourself into it, leaving no trace of retreat. I don't know what the task was for you in the second part of the year...”

It never prevented that host from contacting the interface, and instead of saying thirteenth royal north cherry, it talked about the dead second .

“You want to know? I want to know, too." The body looked at it coldly, looking at the interface on the platform, and said, “You're still wrong, either it turns out, or I am. I used to think, like you, that I would be someone else, but I was also wrong, and I was still Chu Yunsheng. ”

"No, different, if I'm not mistaken, your fictional identity was reproduced in the consciousness you rebuilt when you came back to power, your sequence was based on fictional identity, and now it's inverted. Your fictional identity is based on the consciousness of rebuilding back to power, and you're one and the same. ”

"What's the difference? If you're interested in this, why don't you help me unlock the database? ”

The old Cher shook his head: "I will not stop you, but I will not help you unless I know your true mission! ”

And suddenly the body turned its head again and looked at it dead: “Do you really want to know? ”

The old Zhuor looked at his eyes and felt a cold, afraid to answer. As if it were taboo, he said from the side: "If you truly inherited the fourth position of , you do not need my help. ”

The sender retracted his gaze and continued to open the interface: “You were right, nothing else has changed except for the reversal of the consciousness base, so the memory of 95827 is still blurred, otherwise I wouldn't be here to talk to you so much. ”

The old Zulu still couldn't resist: "Are you 95827 now, or the fictional identity? ”

The message seemed somewhat disappointed with it and shook its head: “If you were so obsessed with it, you could think that I was Chu Yunsheng's 95827 before, and now that I'm Chu Yunsheng's 95827, everything else has not changed, including the memory here, and you know exactly what you've done, as it just happened, without any difference. ”

It said, pointing to its own head.

The old Zhuor thought for a moment and stood up violently, "You, you came here to find the reason for your mission! You forgot your mission! ”

The message was strangely calm at the moment: “You're only halfway right, not that I forgot, that everyone who knows has forgotten, or disappeared, don't you think it's strange? ”

Without waiting for the old Zulu to speak again, the parasite continued: "I have always resisted“ return ”because I feared that I would lose myself and become another person after return, but now I understand that what I refused was not return, but an important source of information, and that I should have returned earlier. ”

"That's because you're standing right now, and if you're still the foundation of a fictional identity, you're not going to say that. ”

The message admitted, "Of course, if I hadn't come back, I wouldn't have known what's going on. You're talking nonsense. ”

Then it goes on to say, "In the fifth order, it is in your interest that I trace the truth about my mission, or you and I will die without burial. ”

The old Cher silenced, and a long time later, she looked up and said a key sequence: "95833, her data has been blocked. ”

The sender shook his head: “I can't remember who 95833 is. I've carefully checked the minds of people I've met before, and if you don't have one here, the clue is broken. ”

“If you can't remember, there is no hope," said the old Zhuor, slightly disappointed. “In such a complex, grim and cruel struggle, you can survive the bloody competition and successfully implant it, enough to prove that you are the elite among all the mandate holders, just a pity...”

“Too bad I didn't return to my position as you imagined?” The sender seemed tired of repeating the question, coldly saying, "Haven't you thought about it? The original 95827 was already dead, and the so-called sequence was reproduced in what you think is my fictional identity from zero at birth? Just like I just did, the opposite is true. ”

The old Cher said with some surprise: “You mean if you later invented your own identity, then 95827 could also be considered as invented by your later identity? ”

And the message said, "But the mission could have been accomplished, right? ”

The old Zell looked at the receptacle and said for a long time: "What is it that you want to find the truth about the mission for? You're not just worried about dying without a burial site, are you? ”

The parasite's gaze flashed: “Those who know the truth of the task are either dead or gone. Although I have separated the divine throne, they are already deep in it. Since this is so, on the tip of the wind, on the eve of the storm, which is about to come with great darkness, there are advantageous resources, why can't we stand in a higher place, rush to the peak, with those who manipulate us, with those who are strong in the darkness, decisively high!? ”

The old Zhuor looked at it in surprise and once again fell into a long silence, and it took a while to say: "I can help you this time, at the cost of you helping me inherit our primordial position, and then what shall I call you now? ”

For the first time since the message arrived, he cast his gaze at the stars and said calmly: “Chu Yunsheng. ”

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