Embers of Embers

Chapter 669: Journey to Tiger Mountain [Thanks to Anatomicald1 Leader]
Zuo Zhen could clearly feel the passage of life, which was like running water, overflowing from the wounds all over his body, making this living body begin to wither.
He was like a doll whose cotton wool had been hollowed out, his skin tightly attached to his bones, and he was as jagged as a dead soul digging a grave.
The lifeless energy was everywhere, and the body had turned scarlet red. It was covered with burns caused by blood corrosion, one after another, with no intact place, as if it had been peeled off.
"Different……"
Zuo Zhen continued this whisper, which was like some kind of prayer or an oath.
Dragging his tired body, his pace was slow at first, and then became faster and faster.
Facing swords, guns, and halberds, there was no pressure at all, but it was so relaxed that if Zuo Zhen still had some strength, he might even laugh out loud.
His life was originally a meaningless nothingness, and now, this meaningless life was trying hard to create meaning.
Zuo Zhen didn't care about this, but when he thought that this little effort might become the way forward for others, he felt that it was not so bad.
The hard-wrapped bone spears came through the air and were nailed into the ground one by one. They passed by Zuo Zhen and were stained with scarlet.
In the scarlet, Zuo Zhen's figure stagnated, and then began to blur and break, leaving only dust that had not yet fallen to the ground.
Disappeared.
No, it was antimeme again. This deceitful power was devouring Zuo Zhen's body and protecting him.
The strength of the antimeme was so high that even Roger, who was out of control, could hardly spy on his actions immediately, but Roger was not worried. Zuo Zhen was a mortal after all, and even if he could escape his sight, it would be nothing to him. Neither can be done.
One after another, the folding knives seemed to cut through him, but in the end it was all in vain.
Zuo Zhen was at the end of his strength, and he couldn't hide for long.
"Is it here!"
Roger shouted in joy, and thousands of bone spears stabbed fiercely to one side. You could hear the crisp sounds of flesh and blood being crushed and bones breaking.
"If I were younger...if you were just a mortal, or just a demon hunter..."
A slightly weak voice sounded.
Zuo Zhen turned sideways and raised his hands. In order to avoid the attack of the bone spear, he tried to reduce the area facing Roger as much as possible. The fleeting sharpness cut his skin, but it was not enough to kill him, and in his hand The folding knife had pierced Roger's heart.
He didn't know whether the monster like this now had a "heart", but it was probably due to years of habit that Zuo Zhen instinctively carried out this fatal assassination.
"Look, if it weren't for the power of monsters, you would have been killed by me many times, Roger Cruz."
Zuo Zhen smiled wildly and laughed loudly at the monster.
"so what?"
Roger looked at him, then slowly approached, letting the folding knife sink into his body bit by bit until it penetrated completely.
"What's the point?"
Roger was very puzzled. He looked around and saw silver fragments falling all over the ground. Blood was flowing and corpses were everywhere.
Under the absolute power, the mortal defenses were easily defeated, and their deaths were meaningless. Just like countless deaths before, nothing could be changed, they were just dying.
Zuo Zhen was breathing heavily, his eyes a little blurry.
As a mortal, he had tried his best, and the severe pain all over his body became more and more clear. The poisonous blood not only corroded his skin, but also seeped into his flesh and blood.
"I'm a little tired of playing, nobody."
Roger raised his hand, and cold bone spurs pierced along the tips of his fingers, like sharp daggers.
"You actually know that, right? I just find it interesting. If I want to, I can kill you in many ways."
The power was vibrating, and the crown on Zuo Zhen's head was also vibrating. It began to shake, with fine cracks all over it, but it was not completely broken yet.
"Fire, sword slashing, [gap] invasion... there are really too many ways to kill a life."
The sharp bone spurs penetrated into Zuo Zhen's chest little by little. Zuo Zhen's heartbeat became even faster. His face was stiff, not knowing what he was thinking about.
"Ask for mercy?"
Roger judges cowardly mortals.
"As long as you beg me, you will survive and gain such power. Sounds good, right?"
After a long pause, Zuo Zhen finally made a move.
He withdrew his hand and pulled the jackknife out of Roger's body. Blood splashed on his hand, and wisps of thin smoke rose, but he seemed to feel no pain.
Zuo Zhen lost his will to fight, with a dead look on his face, his hands hanging down weakly, the tip of the knife touching the ground, defenseless.
Roger's voice became more and more distorted, as if he was no longer himself, but some unknown, weird combination.
There was a joyful and sharp sound similar to that of an enchanting woman, mixed with the murmurs of children and the murmurs of the elderly.
The hair is creepy.
"Is this considered death in a foreign country?"
Zuo Zhen recognized the reality and took a long breath, as if he wanted to expel all the air in his lungs. His chest shriveled up and became emaciated.
If he had just grown older, now he looked like a corpse, a weathered and rotten corpse.
"It's so sad. In Jiuxia, we still pay great attention to the matter of fallen leaves returning to their roots."
Zuo Zhen squinted his eyes, and in a daze, he seemed to see the golden lake.
This is a battle with a destined ending, a battle with no suspense.
Roger could feel that the old man in front of him was dying. He had already died, but he was dominated by anger and continued to go crazy like a zombie.
Now that Roger has extinguished his anger, all that awaits him is death.
An even more disturbing smile echoed, and Roger tasted the despair exuding from Zuo Zhen, and he only felt a great sense of satisfaction.
This condescension, this contempt, this crushing of honor and dignity...
That's it. Roger has been pursuing such an answer. The worse these human beings are, the more they prove that Roger is right.
rise!Keep rising!Abandon all bad qualities and cowardice, and upgrade to a greater existence.
The decline of a mortal will only make him more determined, and this determination is exactly what Roger needs.
But just when Roger was satisfied, a hoarse voice sounded.
"So are you waiting for my wailing? Watching the arrogance of mortals being defeated, all dignity being trampled to the ground and thrown into the mud," Zuo Zhen smiled, with blood on his teeth, like a wild beast, "It's really It's sad, Roger, to have such power and yet be so ridiculous."
Roger looked at the embarrassed Zuo Zhen, and a low roar sounded from deep in his throat.
He had been teased by his prey, and this great feeling of shame was worse than the pain. He wanted to kill Zuo Zhen, strangle him into pieces, and end his life in the most cruel way.
But Zuo Zhen was faster than him.
His silence is just resting, and his hanging arms are just relaxing his tired muscles. He is not giving up, but he is too old. He needs to take a few breaths, accumulate more strength, and then swing the knife again. Get a faster knife.
There was a sharp scream, breaking the bone spear, turning his body, and cutting off the bone spur that pierced his chest with one blow. He looked ferocious.
"Come on, can't you kill me easily?"
Zuo Zhen laughed.
The folding knife rose and fell repeatedly, and the sharp edge began to become dull, cracked, and almost broke.
Zuo Zhen's attack on him was meaningless, it was just the bite of a wild beast, but it was this kind of bite that kept humiliating Roger.
"Give it a try, great being."
Roger was angry, and the scorching heat erupted without any improvement. As expected, Zuo Zhen's figure paused for a moment, then was blown away by the heat wave and fell heavily to the ground.
He let out a painful whine and rolled on the ground. The burns turned him into a hideous face, like a monster. After a while, he got up with difficulty.
"In our Jiuxia, there is such a saying."
Zuo Zhen's voice was like a broken blower, with a sharp hoarseness.
"Know what can't be done and do it."
The folding knife was stuck to the skin, and every swing brought pain, but the pain was already too much, and it turned into numbness.
“There are a lot of people debating whether it’s stupidity or stubbornness, bravery or sadness.
In fact, I can't explain clearly. After all, this kind of thing is really stupid. I know that I will die, but I still continue. In the end, the so-called bravery is just to beautify this stupid thing.
We are all smart people, and smart people know what to do. "
He gasped in pain, and every breath felt like sharp knives stirring his heart and lungs.
"But, maybe I am really a fool, a hopeless fool."
Zuo Zhen was shaken and looked at Roger with a helpless smile.
"Forget it, you can't understand such words anyway."
"How stupid."
Roger said coldly, this time he didn't have any anger or disdain, but only a chilling coldness.
"But it's fools like me who pushed you into this, isn't it? It's fools like us who almost drove you to extinction."
Zuo Zhen tried to take a step forward, with unyielding vigor, like a beast that wouldn't stop dying, trying to bite off a piece of meat even if it meant death.
"Look, you are bleeding, great being."
Zuo Zhen laughed loudly.
The bone spear attacked, interrupting Zuo Zhen's words. He dodged awkwardly, and his movements were not as quick as before. The folding knife barely resisted, but was bounced off again and again, and finally chopped down cruelly.
The withered right arm was cut off, but even so, it still held the folding knife tightly.
This blow seemed to completely defeat Zuo Zhen, but it seemed not. He leaned back and leaned against the wall.
The battle is over.
"Do you still feel that way now?" Roger approached slowly.
Zuo Zhen paused for a few seconds, then nodded. He put down the folding knife. The adhering skin tore off large pieces of burnt black. He struggled to grab the broken right arm and dragged it and the folding knife over.
"What are you doing?"
Roger looked at Zuo Zhen in confusion. He struggled to open his clenched right hand and took out the folding knife.
"Keep cutting, I'm not dead yet."
Zuo Zhen said stubbornly.
"I will die, but I will not lose."
With a crisp sound, the crown above his head collapsed.
“Rarely win, but occasionally you win.”
Zuo Zhen raised his head, looked at Roger, and said confidently.
"What if? What if I win?"
The atmosphere fell into silence, but soon the silence was broken by Roger's wanton laughter. He looked at Zuo Zhen and almost laughed to tears.
He was like an actor who was performing hard, his annoying laughter lasted for a long time before slowly stopping, and finally he looked at Zuo Zhen calmly.
"What is this? Pretty words before death?"
"No, no, no, these are not nice words, this is the truth. I really feel that I can still win."
Zuo Zhen maintained his stubbornness.
His face gradually distorted, as if there was another face covering it, another person who had humiliated Roger, the one who laughed at himself and committed suicide before his eyes.
"I've had enough rest, let's go on."
Zuo Zhen struggled to get up and grabbed two folding knives in one hand.
His consciousness has begun to dim, but in the deepest part of his thoughts, there is a sharp blade, a sharp blade that is ready to go.
Zuo Zhen doesn't know whether this is true or not, but if... if his memory is really baptized by antimemes, if he is also one of the participants in the plan, if he planned his own death...
So……
Zuo Zhen believed in himself, he knew what he would do.
This is a good time. Although he died in a foreign country, he died on the battlefield instead of retiring and becoming a withered skeleton in a deep mountain forest.
It seems like it’s time to say something harsh to make yourself more imposing.
Right, that is it.
Zuo Zhen took a big breath, filling his chest with strength again, and shouted loudly.
"Thousands of people!"
The voice was rich, like a tiger's roar. Unfortunately, he couldn't shout out the second half of the sentence, because Zuo Zhen opened his mouth and bit the folding knife, raised his left arm high, and the bright blade reflected the light.
This was the sword that created the world. It was so powerful that the muscles squeezed each other and sprayed blood.
It was obviously a slash from a mortal, but it seemed to shatter the soul.
Even when Roger was faced with this seemingly powerless knife, he lost his mind for a while and stopped in place.
Maybe... Zuo Zhen can really win, as long as this sword can fall...
Luo Jie looked directly at Zuo Zhen, with a white storm rolling in his pupils, and the sky-splitting knife hung high above his head, but failed to fall.
No matter how powerful a mortal is, he is still a mortal after all. As long as his [gap] is crushed, he can be easily killed.
Then in this broken [gap], among Zuo Zhen's chaotic memories, there was the sound of conversation.
"How to protect our memories from being stolen?"
"Let us be the weapons themselves."
Roger saw it.
Like a golden lake, and the old man standing beside the lake, he raised his sharp sword and slashed at himself.
In a daze, Roger heard Zuo Zhen's voice.
"I still win."
In reality, Zuo Zhen's body fell down, and as his heart stagnated, his life ended, and another sharp blade was unsheathed at the end.
Pull the trigger and detonate [Forgotten River].
Zuo Zhen knew what kind of conspiracy he would set up, and he also knew what he should do. All the sacrifices, all the ridicule, were for this moment, to allow Roger to invade him defenselessly.
The abyss watches the mortals, and the mortals also find the direction of the abyss.
The antimeme is expanding, and as it expands, the fallen Cai Gongs also have the same fluctuations. It's like it's been preset. As Zuo Zhen's trigger is triggered, other carriers also Entered into a chain reaction.
The self-enclosed information continued to be devoured, and the entire underground world began to collapse at this moment. The circular gate under the feet was completely shattered, leaving only the dark door, swallowing all sins and placing them in deep darkness.
(End of this chapter)