Heroic Death System

The path of "being killed” could have been chosen from the outset, but it was not intended to be implemented too early, spending a year or two with one or two of his own men, then spending a year or two building up the value of hatred, the last two years falling in love and killing each other, one step at a time, accomplishing the goals set.

However, reality did not always give him room to turn around, and under the shock of mental power, instinctive reactions could be made. Deep in his consciousness, sacrificing for his loved one has become a conditional reflex, but this “sacrifice”, he does not feel great, but rather causes harm to the person he loves.

It just didn't occur to him that this “sacrifice” was a real sacrifice, and his time stalled at the moment of unconsciousness. Without “completing the task” prompt or returning to system space, his soul is completely lost in endless darkness, unconscious...

The left string slammed to Huo Xuan's disappearing position and found that the body on the ground was not a zombie emperor, although similar in shape, but the five officials twisted, muscle atrophy, as if it had been crushed by some heavy object, the bones on the body were broken.

Neither Emperor nor Huo Xuan, then it is likely that the general who specializes in space intelligence is a zombie. Thousands of metres around them have become hollow zones, and besides them, it is estimated that there are no other living persons or zombies within reach.

So where are the Emperor and Monk Huo Xuan?

The left string looked at the sky and there was a feeling hidden in their hearts that they might never come back...

The emperor walked aimlessly in a deserted city, in a trance of spiritual love, and countless scattered images and memories continued to flash in his brain.

When passing a van, the people in the glass mirror were not imperial, but Huo Xuan. But the emperor didn't find it, just kept moving forward.

Before the sun set, he found a somewhat comfortable place to rest, put it away carefully, and then stood aside and waited patiently for his resurrection.

What happened in the dark space, he couldn't remember clearly. All he knew was that at the time of Jean-Claude's death, he broke Huo Xuan's chest with his hand and pinched his heart. Huo Xuan's sword blade also strangled his arm into pieces.

The emperor looked down at his arms and found them intact, but his chest was in a hidden pain, as if it was empty and he could not feel the heartbeat at all.

But the emperor was just a little confused and ignored for a moment, and the only thing he cared about was when he could be resurrected.

According to past experience, the maximum resurrection time is 24 hours and you can wake up by dusk tomorrow at the latest.

The emperor waited from night to day, and from day to evening, watching the blood dried up, the flesh stiffened, the wound showed no signs of healing, like a real corpse, silent.

The Emperor thought that this resurrection might take a little longer, wait a little longer, and he would definitely wake up.

The emperor sits beside the bed like a stone sculpture, staring at the person on the bed. Day after day, month after month, until the corpse rots and the dust accumulates, still waiting.

Three months later, in a lost pursuit, a group of mercenaries hid in the abandoned city, where a mercenary was shot out, hit a wall and rolled into a room. When he climbed out of the rubble, he found that there was another man in this room. He sat on the side of the bed with his eyes focused on the bed... the bones.

“You, you're Boss Huo!” The mercenary shouted with excitement. The complexion is strange, but the face is too familiar.

The people by the bed motionless, as if they had not heard.

“Boss Huo, it's so nice to meet you here! We had a bit of trouble and asked you...” Before the mercenary's words were finished, several zombies rushed in through the opening and poured their teeth and claws at him.

The mercenary subconsciously used an alien power, and the light blue arc crossed the corpse, such as a large net, rapidly spreading around, quickly covering the entire room.

Listening only to the "bang”, the bones on the bed burst in electric shock, and the world where the emperor has been strong collapsed.

Blood flashed in the eyes of the emperor, a repressed howl in his throat, his figure flashed, mercilessly breaking the mercenary's neck, immediately followed by the mutilation of the surrounding corpses one by one. Mercenaries and zombies fighting outside were not spared, but for dozens of seconds everything was calm, with only broken limbs everywhere, indicating a killing.

The emperor returned to the room with blood, looking at the broken bones in the bed, having to face a brutal fact that he had been reluctant to admit, but he was truly dead and would never be resurrected again.

After that, no one will soak milk for him, comb his hair, find food for him, add new clothes for him, wander around the North China Sea with him, spend a boring day and night with him, hug him without mustard, kiss him...

The feeling of being accompanied was so good that he learned to be patient, learned to control, learned to live. Yet those who taught him all of this disappeared into his world.

The emperor stood stiffly in the ruins, his eyes red, his pain so difficult, his tears rushed out without a sign, with despair and fear, crying like a helpless child.

[Don't call me ‘human’, please call me 'shanko’...]

[Dylan, I've always wanted to ask you a question. Why did you kill someone?

[Your ‘no trim' look, although very grounded, is not elegant enough.

[Kissing should be like this... Touching should be like this... control your strength and don't hurt each other.

[I said you, don't bother me all the time...]

[Emperor, I'm back.

No, you're not coming back.

Never, ever come back...

The emperor immersed himself in grief, not paying any attention to the appearance of a mole in his palm, he lay quietly there, listening to the tears of the emperor whimpering, as if to grieve with him.

After a long time, a voice suddenly sounded in the emperor's brain: [Don't cry, find a way to save him.

Can it be saved?

“How? ”

[I... I'll take you back to the original round.

“Circle? ”

[Explain to you that you don't understand, your IQ is on me.

“What do you mean?” Seems mocked?

[We all ended up with the curse of a turning light, a task that was simply impossible to accomplish. I kill Jenko, Jenko will scatter my soul; Jenko will kill you, and you will scatter my soul.] The dome erythema, which stands for fidelity, can only be destroyed by a lover.

“The soul is scattered. You mean Jean-Claude is scattered? ”

[No, I saved Sankoh's soul with my life, so he still has a chance to be resurrected!

“How? ”

[As I said earlier, return to the world of the first turn and inject your soul into his body again.

“The world in its first turn?” The Emperor seems to understand, but the only thing he understands is that there is still a chance of resurrection, "what should I do? ”

[You don't need to do anything, just stick to your heart.

“What is my heart? Who the hell are you? ”

[I am you, the one who opens the circle.

Chen Xiao and the silent soul enter the turning light, under the influence of the curse, the birth cannot adhere to each other. Until the soul of Tatsuo merges with the turning light, the turning back can be restarted. The silent spirit, on the other hand, restarted the first world of the circle and engraved his body in tattoos. The erythema of his chest was a silent loss, and it was only when he merged that he was complete that he had the opportunity to change his destiny.

However, as they approached success, the power of the curse backfired, forcing the release of an impossible trap task. As long as it can be done, one of the two will be scattered.

Fortunately, the curse of the turning light destroys itself by violating the rules (completing the task without implementing the reward), and the wretched soul of the Tatsuru gains ultimate control to start the turning again, sending silence to any world in the turning.

This information, the unremembered emperor did not understand, but Huo Xuan, who controlled the return light, understood everything. If he wants to save Sangquo, he must completely disengage himself from the main body, become the spirit of the rotating light, and can no longer enter the rotation with the main body. And his body, it's gonna lose all the stamps on the wheel. In other words, every new round, only the silent will have the original memory, and the memories of the stars will be received by him as the light of the turn after his death.

His love of silence is no different from that of the main body, but in order to turn the revolution on, he cannot blend away from the revolving light with the main body. He tried to replace the main body, but failed every time.

The body can go through every turn with the silent person, then forget everything, start a new chapter, and the organ spirit, only memory.

[Dylan, you ready? Go save Sankoh.

“Wait, you still tell me what to do? ”

[I've already said, keep your heart.

Chen Xiao, the erythema of the sky has been broken, if you forsake your right to love him because of forgetfulness, “he” will replace him at all costs. So, Chen Xiao, you can forget everything, but only the love of silence.

The round opened again, and the rollers were sent to the first world of the initial round, becoming Admiral Ravel of the Longtooth Empire.

Sankoh, on the other hand, is Cage, the son of General Utley, the head of the VJ. He snuck back to Longtooth from Tama, where he was captured and tortured by Cruz's men in an attempt to identify the “reactionaries” hiding inside.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself trapped in a metal chair, with a mechanical arm over his head, a syringe, the tip spinning constantly, making a murmuring noise.

“Give you one more chance. Give us all the information you know and we can consider sparing your life.” A loud voice sounded in a closed room.

This scene is somewhat like acquaintance.

“In that case, let's see how long you can keep your mouth shut. The flowers of our Dragontooth Empire are erythematous, seventy-two petals, stacked in layers, like burning flames. I'm sure your father would be very happy to have our Dragontooth Empire flower tattooed on you? ”

Canopy erythema? Dragontooth Empire?

What is this place? How could he be here?

Sankoh's head was slurry and he could only look at the metal arm approaching him and emit a laser that drew a flower of flame on his chest.

“Ah!” The severe pain made Shan couldn't help screaming, and with it, it was a messy memory...