in the edge

Chapter 594: Wenquxingjun's Battle

Since the magic soldiers come from the demons from outside the domain, are these so-called magic soldiers really as useful as imagined?

"How can it be."

In the main hall of the Ten Thousand Stars Alliance, Wenquxingjun, who was holding a pair of metal eyeballs, frowned.

Just because the eyeball in his hand was constantly struggling.

This thing did not belong to him in the first place, and now that the original owner has awakened, these eyes will naturally want to return to where they belong.

"But no."

Wenquxingjun clenched the eyeball tightly in his hand.

"It's not time for you to leave yet. You have more important things to do."

But it was obvious that these two eyes would not give up just like that, so another Wenquxingjun walked out of nowhere and looked at Wenquxingjun himself coldly.

Looking at himself who appeared out of thin air, Wenquxingjun himself shook his head and laughed.

"Isn't it enough?"

"Maybe you should ask yourself."

The other Wenquxingjun also frowned.

"Isn't that enough? How long can I wait?"

"We can still hold on."

Wenquxingjun himself looked indifferent.

"Anyway, consciousness is nothing more than a carrier of experiences and thoughts, or in other words, knowledge... Just like this book, knowledge becomes two copies after being copied."

Having said this, Wenquxingjun himself raised his head and looked at another self.

"People, too."

Having said this, Wenquxing himself looked into the eyes of his other self.

"Just like now, copy down my memories, my experiences, my thoughts, everything about me... You are me, and I am you."

"Do not."

Facing Wenquxingjun himself, the other Wenquxingjun shook his head.

"You are not me, and I am not you."

As he said this, the other God of Literature picked up his writing brush and began to draw in the air.

Obviously, even if another self exists, the other self may not necessarily recognize himself. Wenquxingjun is very clear about this. After all, he has experienced similar things countless times.

Just like using evil spirits, mental strength, and willpower all require a price, using magic soldiers, a power that does not belong to you, also requires a price.

"If you can, please stop."

While holding his eyeballs tightly, Wenquxingjun also picked up a pen with his other hand.

"After all, I really don't want to do this to myself."

"If it's possible, I wouldn't want to."

The other Wenquxingjun sighed.

"But if you are alive, who am I? What am I?"

"Why do you think so?"

Wenquxingjun himself raised his brush.

"We should be united..."

"One heart? Whose heart?"

The other Wenquxingjun sneered.

"Yours? Or mine?"

"Then there's nothing to talk about."

The two strokes of ink collided in mid-air, and the surging waves shook the entire hall.

If other powerful people saw this scene, they would probably be shocked, because the strength displayed by Wenqu Star Lord at this moment is completely different from what they knew - he can move mountains and seas with just a stroke of his pen. This Wenqu Star Lord must have already ranked among the top powerful people!

And the one who currently holds this power is not just Wenquxingjun.

In addition to Wenquxingjun himself, another Wenquxingjun also possesses this powerful strength.

"The stronger I am... the stronger you will be?"

Although he already had some understanding of this matter, Wenquxingjun still sighed when he felt the powerful force exerted by his other self.

When experience and thinking can be copied together, it means that knowledge and cognition are also copied together. Knowledge and cognition will bring power, unparalleled power.

Likewise, it will bring unparalleled hatred.

"Is the power gained by killing myself useful?"

The other Wenquxingjun narrowed his eyes.

"You asked me why I shouldn't obey you. Why should I obey you? Since you said I am you, then I naturally know everything you have done... You know very well that we are just copies, right? That's why you killed all the rebels and only left those who are willing to obey you..."

"Since you know all this, you should also understand that there is no way you can defeat me."

Wenquxingjun himself shook his head.

"All the challengers are dead, why do you think you can do it?"

“Indeed, I may not be able to do it.”

Another Wenquxingjun raised the pen in his hand.

"But I don't want to die here! Seal!"

The surging ink seemed to have life and wrapped around the neck of Wenquxingjun himself. Judging from the tightness of the force, it seemed that it was enough to crush Wenquxingjun's neck in one go!

But, that’s just the extent of it.

"I said, you are me and I am you."

Wenquxingjun himself simply waved his hand, and the restraint around his neck disappeared.

"How could you think I couldn't have imagined that you would use this trick?"

Yes, it may be impossible to determine the winner of this battle.

After all, they are facing themselves.

They are the ones who know themselves best, and they are the ones who understand themselves most clearly. All the means, offensives, combat ideas, and even strange and bizarre tricks are meaningless at this moment, simply because they know each other too well. They are actually the same person.

However, there is only one thing that is different.

"You still have to distract yourself from suppressing the demon soldiers."

Another Wenquxingjun raised his pen again.

“This is my chance.”

"..."

Wenquxingjun himself fell into silence.

Yes, this is also the biggest difference between the two of them. He has to distract himself to suppress the restless demon soldiers, but his other self remains in his prime. With this kind of strength decreasing, can he really win?

Yes, you really can.

Just because he has dealt with similar situations countless times.

"Even if I give you one hand, you are still no match for me."

Faced with the attack launched by another self, Wenquxingjun himself just shook his head.

"Because my will is above yours."

boom--

The surging ink collided again, and the surging force instantly shattered the entire hall.

The other God of Literature also stood there in a daze.

"How is your strength possible? You and I are one. How can you be stronger than me?"

"I said, my will is above yours."

Wenquxingjun himself, floating in the air, had a blank expression on his face.

"You are me and I am you, but you killed me just to save your life... This is what you want, so petty and pathetic." "Even ants try to survive, so why not die?"

The other Wenquxingjun sneered.

"What about you? You and I are one, what do you want? What do you call a great cause? What do you call an expedition? Or is it the phrase you always say, 'One general's success is built on the sacrifice of thousands of men?'"

"I don't think you can laugh at this statement. After all, you actually understand it."

Wenquxingjun himself shook his head slightly.

"The so-called ten thousand bones are only my bones... just like you, you will be one of them."

Having said this, Wenquxingjun himself raised his hand.

The pair of metal eyeballs unexpectedly floated into the air once again, without any sign of agitation at all!
"I'm waiting for the demon soldiers to stop their agitation. What are you waiting for?"

Along with the words of Wenquxingjun himself, the pair of metal eyeballs suddenly looked over. Under the reflection of the pair of eyeballs, three thousand six hundred Wenquxingjuns suddenly appeared and surrounded the other Wenquxingjun!
"I told you, you can't win."

Seeing that the encirclement had been completely completed, Wenquxingjun himself shook his head.

"Now bow your head, there is still a chance."

"Bow your head, and then be sent to do hard labor by you, and finally used as a substitute to die?"

The other Wenquxingjun clenched his teeth.

"Why!"

"It's just that I'm strong and you're weak, that's all."

Wenquxingjun himself waved his hand.

"Forget it, go ahead."

Three thousand six hundred Wenquxing Gods suddenly took up their pens and wrote in the air, and a terrifying pressure was brewing.

The other Wenquxingjun was still standing there, as if everything was over, but also as if he was waiting for something.

Yes, waiting for something.

"This is what I've been waiting for."

Faced with three thousand six hundred terrifying pressures, the other Wenquxingjun laughed out loud.

"Aren't you curious about what I'm waiting for? Well, you should know now."

As soon as he finished speaking, 3,600 strokes of ink flew towards Wenquxingjun himself.

Wenquxingjun himself had put away his pair of magic weapons as quickly as possible, but he was still a step slow.

Three thousand six hundred ink marks fell on his body, and Wenquxingjun was blasted to the point that only his head was left.

But Wenquxingjun himself has not died yet. This injury is extremely serious for a powerful person, but it is not a truly fatal injury.

"when?"

Wenquxingjun himself was moving his lips, but he had no strength left.

"When did you succeed in turning them over?"

"You don't need me to do it."

The other Wenquxingjun shook his head.

"There's no need for me to do it. They're already unhappy with you. You say we are you, but are we really you? Since you did it yourself, there will always be a time to pay it back."

Another Wenquxingjun came over and stepped on the pool of broken flesh and blood that was blasted out.

"Now, it's time for you to pay with your life."

"To pay for your own life..."

Wenquxingjun himself smiled.

"That's a good ending."

"……What do you mean?"

The other Wenquxingjun frowned, and he suddenly felt as if something was wrong.

"What do you mean by a good ending? What are you talking about..."

"Go ahead, you deserve it."

Under the gaze of Wenquxingjun himself, the pair of magic soldiers once again floated up out of thin air.

However, this time, the pair of magic soldiers did not reflect the figure of Wenquxingjun.

Instead, it fell into the hands of another Wenquxingjun.

The moment the magic soldiers were acquired, the other Wenquxingjun suddenly understood everything.

"How can it be?"

The other Wenquxingjun stared blankly at Wenquxingjun himself.

"How is that possible? How come you are also..."

"Me too, or me neither."

Wenquxingjun, with only his head left, smiled weakly.

"I said, I am you and you are me... There has never been any such thing as a replica or the real thing between us. When I first obtained this pair of magic soldiers, I had already foreseen this. This is the consequence of bearing the magic soldiers. If you want to use another self, you must be prepared to be killed by the other self."

"That's why you..."

Feeling the memories flooding into his mind, the other Wenquxingjun already understood everything.

As a whole, there is never any distinction between primary and secondary among them.

In other words, whoever can kill to the end and subdue all the Wenquxingjun will become the leader of this group.

And now, he, who thinks he is a replica, has defeated the so-called Wenquxingjun himself.

This time, he is the new Wenquxingjun.

"Go on for me."

Wenquxingjun himself, with only his head left, closed his eyes.

"Go on for us."

"you……"

The other Wenquxingjun himself wanted to say something, but the head in front of him had completely lost his voice.

The will of death has come back upon us. There is no possibility of recovery from this situation. It is this Wenquxingjun who wants to die, and no one can stop a person who wants to die.

After accepting that memory, the other Wenquxingjun also knew the cause of the other party's death.

This so-called Wenquxingjun himself died of exhaustion.

Since he could be copied, he could use himself as consumable. Managing a team of 3,600 people, or even all of them were his own, would consume a lot of energy.

And now, as the winner, as the new generation of Wenquxingjun, he also sits on this position.

The 3,600 pairs of eyes that were originally watching from the side were now fixed on him.

This is to bear the curse of the demon soldiers. If you want to control a large number of them, you must first bear their anger and murderous intent.

“That’s why we need great undertakings and long expeditions.”

At this moment, the newly ascended Wenquxingjun could only smile bitterly.

"You may even need to kill yourself."

Yes, as the newly ascended Lord Wenquxing, he has realized that if he wants to continue living, he must kill those new versions of himself.

But just like the previous Wenquxingjun, he will also bear it.

After all, he is also Wenquxingjun, so he knows everything that Wenquxingjun knows. He also knows that there is no further way to go in this world - if he wants to continue going forward, he must go to the so-called outside world, even if it is just a guess, a possibility.

Or perhaps, the reason why Wenquxingjun is so powerful is due to this.

It is not about having tyrannical power to shoulder this responsibility, but the responsibility itself means power itself.

"I won't stop here."

Having said this, the newly ascended God of Literature clenched the pair of silver-glowing metal eyeballs in his hands.

"I wait, and I have reasons why I cannot lose."

(End of this chapter)