Chapter 711

Lu Zhengkang felt the noisy air enveloping his head in his deep sleep, which made his headache worse.

The roar of the Burmese dog reverberated in the shelter, and the magic elements gave out a piercing shriek. Lu Zhengkang turned over and stood up. The originally spacious shelter was full of twenty gray and black thin ghosts.

Their appearance is so ugly that people can spit it out by looking at them more: they lie on the ground like dogs, their legs twist like withered vines, their hands are very long, almost longer than their bodies, and their chests are covered with tiny insect legs.

The face is half rotten sheep bone, the outline is thin and narrow, the eyes are only a dark shadow, and the oil yellow maggots wriggle between the skin and meat.

They smell strange, like rotten wood soaked with stink, and a little rusty, polluting the air of the whole shelter.

Lu Zhengkang woke up a little later. The mage was knocked down and half of his thoracic vertebrae was pulled out. The leader and the priest were carrying a psionic shield, and they were casting a magic blow on the dogs everywhere.

The lightning chain interweaves into an ice blue light net in the narrow room. In such a strong light, the color of everything seems to be deprived. Only those Burmese dogs twitch their dirty and deformed bodies. As soon as they flash, they shrink into the corner of the wall, the corner of the table, the edge of the picture frame, and the crack of the floor tiles. They jump by all the "corners" of the two-dimensional and three-dimensional space. This is their reason They can move freely between the "corners". When they enter the corner, they seem to become a pool of ink. They are completely integrated into it. All the attack means in the concept can't hurt them.

When Lu Zhengkang recites the golden light mantra in a low voice, the flying sword cage sea bursts out like a pool of stars, and the magnificent and burning sword Qi shoots out like hundreds of millions of needles. At this moment, Lu Zhengkang's whole thinking seems to be integrated into the sword Qi, and his inspiration expands. A candle from the antler above his head flies out and falls on the cage sea sword. In a moment, the original golden sword shines It's full of porcelain white. It's like a sun in the shelter. It's too bright to open your eyes.

Jianguang avoided the three residents of the refuge, and then went into every inch of the house. The Scriptures recited by Lu Zhengkang became more and more thick, and the echoes reverberated in the room, like thunder in the sky.

Even though the dogs were hiding in the logic, they were still forced out by the golden light curse. Then, the fierce sword Qi crushed them into dross.

When Lu Zhengkang took back the flying sword, his inflated Qi also dropped.

A layer of powder and dust was shaken off from the ceiling, walls and ground. The cracks between the bricks and stones in the room were filled. The paintings on the wall were cut into circles. The foot of the wall was cut into an inner arc. All the tables and chairs were chamfered, becoming extremely round. There were no sharp corners in the whole room.

The leader was stunned.

The minister shivered.

The mage is dying.

Lu Zhengkang didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Half a minute ago, he was still abused by God's blood. He turned around and it was his turn to bully the little monster.

There's nothing to be proud of. In contrast, Lu Zhengkang was pitiful. In his heart, he doubted whether his achievements so far were just good-looking bubbles.

Does it make sense? No matter how strong it is, if you don't have authority, you will kneel down in seconds when you see Kamsky.

What's more, will the reality he is in be just a virtual space? He fought in the illusory illusions, and everything was meaningless.

Just now in the crisis of hard gas suddenly collapsed.

Lu Zhengkang is trying to forget the fact that his struggle is meaningless. He is like a special actor. But when Kamsky appeared, he put the truth in front of his eyes and told him to see the situation clearly and give up his fantasy. At that time, he felt like falling into a pool of cool snow water. It was not cold to the bone, but his whole body was numb with ice.

Unlike in "Three Worlds", he can immerse himself in the atmosphere of the game. On the nameless Island, Lu Zhengkang came with the task of destroying vanity. He should have been full of spit on the surrounding. But in this process, he is involuntarily identifying with the environment. The nameless island is certainly a bad place, but Lu Zhengkang found that in this post apocalyptic world without order and morality, he felt unparalleled happiness: the joy of killing. A soul that has been suppressed in reality for too long can roam on the ruins, even if it is short, but the comet tail still sweeps every corner of the sky, illuminating the dry earth. Sometimes he suspected that he was a pervert and antisocial lunatic.

This is the weakness of human beings. We can't always be rational or kind. It's just that the environment doesn't allow us to do evil. If we put it in a specific situation, everyone may become a villain.

When the world in front of you looks real, feels real, and is better than the real world, how many people will not like it?

Lu Zhengkang analyzed his own mentality a little bit: he found that he still enjoyed the task. He became an amateur Savior, and his personality had been sublimated to boundless. What a blessing and honor. After he found his unique characteristics, he felt that the task was much less difficult.

In the final analysis, he is not as lofty as he imagined, and he does not have a firm heart of stone. He is not the maintenance bug who has experienced countless life and death struggles, nor the Buddhist who has meditated into the holy. He is just a common passer-by Lu Zhengkang who has no system.He can't say why he insisted on it. He became major Lu all the way from a high school student. If we really want to say that, we can only use inertia to explain it. Kamsky is right in saying that he has no faith. He grew up in an era of lack of faith.

Originally, he might have been a wall grass. If life is hard, he will really recognize Zhimeng.

It's really humiliating, but this is the real Lu Zhengkang. He's not made of special materials. It should be said that with the development of society to the present height, it's very difficult for all the theories in the past to give any particularly correct guidance to the people.

After Kamsky's sling, he was a little bit sluggish. Especially when he thought that the reality of his life might be just an ornamental of the creatures behind the fourth wall, he felt more depressed.

Lu Zhengkang collected the cage and went to the mage. He was seriously injured. Lu Zhengkang used magic to treat him, but the effect was not good. He just treated the wound well and made him wake up.

"Are you ready? Do you want purification? "

The master nodded, "I've never been so sure of anything in my life. I'll leave this ghost place by all means, even if I die."

Lu Zhengkang hesitated and asked, "is it worth it? So rashly believe an outsider. "

The master looked up and down at the man in front of him in surprise, "are you afraid? People like you should make a career wherever they go. A good general never looks sad to his soldiers. The more foreigners shoulder the mission and the more miserable they are, the stronger you should be. "

Lu Zhengkang shook his head. "It's easy to say. I just met the creator of this island in my sleep, but he gave me a hard lesson, said a lot of nonsense, killed me once and saved me

"Wow." The leader gave a dry exclamation.

The priest patted Lu Zhengkang on the back, his eyes were compassionate and gentle.

The mage wiped the bloodstain from the corner of his mouth. "It's good for you to live, and there is infinite hope. You should think so. Since you live, you must redouble your hatred and try to give it back. If you feel that you have lost the power to move forward, it's better to let hatred guide you. In this world, only love and hatred are pure. They will keep you going until you get there. "

Lu Zhengkang bowed his head and pondered for a long time. When he raised his head again, it was like a spring breeze.

"Well, I see."