Chapter 248

"Feel it? A real sword can communicate with users, not a dull sword with only luster and gorgeous appearance..."

"He can bring you real power and strength. He is communicating with you. When you contact, does that feel wonderful? Only the real master can get his recognition and give full play to its due strength..."

"Try to inject your energy into the sword. It feels like a part of your body. Does it feel like an arm and finger..."

"It's yours now..."

"See! Those humble mole ants fight to the death in order to fight for things that don't exist. It's time for you to let the real king's sword enjoy the pleasure of power and power, let the king's sword sublimate and temper in glory, and let the humble mole ants submit to your sword..."

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"Do you think you can confuse me by talking so much? Who are you? Don't play tricks and hide from the light?"

"Who am I?" the voice of the pyramid suddenly stopped, as if thinking about this uncomplicated problem. Suddenly, the pyramid exclaimed, "no! You know who I am, who do you say I am?"

"You are..." he wanted to say that the pyramid is a human being, living and intelligent life, but it feels very strange. The pyramid doesn't feel like a human being or the so-called intelligent life: "you are a program, a program that existed thousands of years ago?"

"Program? What is a program?"

This baffles Lu Ziming. Do you define the program yourself? This is not a computer program on earth. Who knows what's in the pyramid? He just relied on his feeling that there should be no intelligent life in the pyramid. No intelligent life can live so long.

Maybe his idea is wrong! Perhaps his thinking and vision are not wide, resulting in the limitations of imagination. ok What does it matter? To be sure, at least, the pyramid has nothing to do with the earth.

"Can you show me who you are?" he was not sure whether he was crazy and had such a ridiculous idea.

The pyramid was silent. After a long time, a sentence came out: "query has no permission! You can continue to ask other questions".

He almost ran away. He didn't have permission to inquire. Was he inquiring? It seems that this is really a low-level to stupid program. "Can you tell me how to get out of here?"

This time, the pyramid answered quickly: "you don't have the conditions to open, please wait!"

After waiting for a long time, he thought the pyramid would say something next. As a result, he said one sentence and there was no following: "what conditions, are all the people here dead?" he began to doubt that the conditions for the opening of the pyramid to the outside were to open the channel to the outside after the killing of the survivors inside the pyramid.

"Dead light!" the pyramid looked surprised. "Why do you want to die? As long as you get the holy sword, the channel will open naturally!"

He was thundered, and the pyramid was not really retarded: "didn't I get the holy sword? Why didn't I open the channel?"

This time the pyramid answered simply, "what you get is not a holy sword!"

"No! How could it be?" this was clearly the holy sword. Although he didn't get the sword in the skeleton's hand, the energy fluctuation told him that this was the holy sword, because the sword in the skeleton's hand was a dead sword, a beautiful looking sword.

"The sword in your hand is really not a holy sword. The holy sword is just a word. There is only one holy sword, that is, to open the conditions to the outside world. The sword in your hand is called Chitong. It belongs to gold. It has the power of splitting mountains and cutting off water. It contains the power of heaven and earth. It is the real king's sword, which has nothing to do with the legendary holy sword!"

"Nothing...?" he seemed to understand something. The legendary holy sword may be a cover, a scam to deceive the grassland for thousands of years, and a trap for human beings to kill each other.

"Why tell a big lie!" he was angry, not because of the survivors or the discovery of the Millennium secret. He felt that mankind had been fooled for thousands of years. When the answer was revealed, he suddenly found that everything was false. He had reason to be angry. There was an uncontrollable evil spirit in his chest. He wanted to split the whole pyramid with the so-called red pupil sword.

"I don't know! You don't have permission?"

It's authority again. Everything needs shit authority. "What authority? How to obtain authority?" it's different from the last time in a closed space. At least you can ask questions. No matter what the answer is, you can guess for yourself without thinking about it.

He vaguely felt that it might be the holy sword, but it was soon denied. Obviously, getting the holy sword only means that he can leave the pyramid, which seems to have nothing to do with the shit authority. It won't be Chitong sword, because it's in your own hands now. If this is the key to authority, the pyramid won't ask shit authority.

"Let me think!" the pyramid was silent, as if trapped by something, and there was no sound anymore.

After waiting for a long time, he was a little worried. The fighting in the square had become white hot. At first, the survivors still kill each other, but with fighting, there seems to be a tacit understanding between the survivors. They are in a joint, false joint. Several people besiege a strong man. The strong man has rushed to the bottom of the small pyramid and is ready to climb up the small pyramid to seize the holy sword.

This move obviously touched the interests of many people. They chose a temporary sinister combination to deal with the strong man who might get the holy sword and forcibly beat the strong man down from the small pyramid.

Whoever climbs the little pyramid now is the enemy in everyone's mind.

Everyone wants to get the holy sword, and no one wants others to get the holy sword. The greed of the people is most incisive at this moment. This is a game without winners. This is a dead end of pyramid design. Greed is infinitely magnified, hatred blinds eyes, and blood stimulates the ferocious nature to kill for the sake of killing.

Is this really the fate of mankind? Does it really take someone to get the holy sword to stop killing? His heart is trembling and dripping blood, as if torn and twisted into strips by countless steel knives.

What's the use of his calmness? What's the use of his understanding? Everyone is drunk and I wake up alone. Isn't this a kind of torture?

But what can he do? Join the fight, seize the holy sword that deceives the world, and tell them that this is an amazing scam. Impossible, he can't do it at all, because no one will believe him unless he kills everyone, but isn't he right in the trap of the pyramid?