I kill gods in my dream

Chapter 50 Funeral
As the only extraordinary item on the body.

Wu Shuang didn't know how to use this thing.

When he found it in Building [-], there were no instructions for use. He had always regarded it as an indestructible sword, which was enough to deal with most situations.

But this time, he discovered that the sword had other effects.

It seems that under certain circumstances, it will provide him with an increase in physical fitness, and the effect is extremely strong, allowing him to directly step into the extraordinary.

Wu Shuang couldn't tell whether this was an effect that only appeared when facing strong enemies or specific monsters.

Therefore, after coming back, he wanted to check the identity item column.

"Wait a moment before you come again. Let me take a look at the inventory first."

As he spoke, he turned the pages of the book by himself and successfully found the one that recorded the identity of the detective. He picked up the pen and clicked on the long sword written in the inventory.

The writing on the page also quickly changed, condensing the instructions belonging to this sword.

There are quite a few changes from before.

[You got a strange sword. You are convinced that it is unusual, but you don’t know what is unusual about it. You can only swing it like an ordinary sword.

But after an accidental try, you discovered one of its effects.

Under certain circumstances, it can enhance your already strong physical fitness to extraordinary levels. 】

"No?"

After trying a few more clicks and finding no response, Wu Shuang looked at the maid next to him in confusion.

"That's it?"

"Yes."

The maid replied with a smile.

Wu Shuang asked reluctantly: "Can't you be more detailed? At least tell us the price?"

"No, because you only explored this point." The maid answered this question quite seriously.

"Ok."

Seeing the maid's firm attitude, he had no choice but to prepare to die a few times to explore the effect of the sword and to see if there was any way to survive.

"Let me access the dream again."

"Where do you want to start?"

"What is the dividing line?" Before entering, Wu Shuang did not forget to ask how to archive.

This point is quite important.

It's obviously easier to archive than to start from scratch.

"When you go to certain places or come into contact with certain special things, you can divide the dream into different stages." Although the maid did not explain what divided the dream this time.

But Wu Shuang thought of the platform very easily.

On the main road in that world, a place that can be used as a safe zone is indeed quite special.

As for what else could divide dreams, he didn't ask any more questions.

After all, judging from the experience just now, the maid's most likely answer is to let him continue exploring, so let's enter the dreamland.

"Start on the platform."

"Okay, I'll connect you here."

After the trance, Wu Shuang stood on the platform again, glanced at the building in the distance, turned around and repeated the familiar chat content to the players.

However, this time, he did not ask where the tallest building was.

After simply waving his hand and saying that he was going to do a small thing, he walked towards the building.

After entering the first floor of the building, he had already checked it out. He did not waste any more time observing the environment. Instead, he quickly collected a pistol and magazines at a location he was already familiar with last time.

But Wu Shuang didn't start walking towards the stairs immediately.

Instead, he stood in the middle of the hall, seriously thinking about how to survive.

If he went up again without making any preparation, the result would be another familiar death, so he had to plan for himself how to survive after picking the flowers.

Flowers are the purpose.

The thing in the cocoon is secondary. All he has to do is survive from the opponent's hands, although the difficulty is a bit high.
Thinking of the terrifying speed of that thing, Wu Shuang also had a headache.

If you don't have a way to deal with it, you won't be able to escape just by running.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly noticed the grenades hanging on the bodies beside him and the explosives in the bags. An idea popped up in his mind.

There is an art called explosion.

Dragging a pile of collected explosives, Wu Shuang walked to the top floor again. This time, he did not pick flowers first, but placed the explosives around the cocoon and covered it with bags before detonating it. With the utensil fastened to her waist, she stretched out her hand to pick flowers.

This time he carefully observed the woman on the ground again.

This is a foreign woman with brown hair and blue eyes. She seems to be in the age range of [-] or [-]. She is also very good-looking and pampered. Her clothes are tailor-made. But just such a woman is lying on the bed now. Here, such a monster is conceived.

Judging from the look on his face last time, it seemed to be voluntary.

What's even more strange is that the location where the flower grew is the wound in the woman's heart, and the flower grew out of it.
Wu Shuang thought for a while and didn't understand what was going on. But taking this flower would at least hope to save another person who was still alive.

So, whatever it is, come on over.

He took a deep breath, reached out and picked off the flower, and what happened next was no different from the last time.

After the woman closed her eyes, the cocoon struggled again. He silently took out the detonator and stepped back, trying to stay away from the torn cocoon.

But before I could even take a few steps back, the thing inside the cocoon still came out.

And slowly stood up again and looked at him.

And he subconsciously glanced at the sword in his hand, but was surprised to find that this time, the sword didn't react at all.

Wouldn't it be triggered when encountering specific monsters or encountering danger?
How can that be triggered?

But now, he has no time to worry about this. Whether the sword reacts or not, he has to press the detonator.

"Goodbye."

click!
Wu Shuang quickly pressed the detonator twice, and instantly.
The glass of the floor-to-ceiling window shattered, and the dazzling firelight covered his field of vision. The huge impact directly blew him away from the place and flew to the wall. He hit the wall hard and made a muffled sound. ring.

There were too many explosives.
"cough!"

Coughing out a mouthful of blood, he gritted his teeth and slowly climbed up by holding on to the floor. Many of the rubbles thrown up by the explosion were embedded in his body. Except for the fact that there were no headshots or critical hits that killed him, It's no different than being dead.

Sooner or later it's a matter of time.Looks like I'll have to use less next time.
With this thought in mind, Wu Shuang glanced ahead. Unfortunately, the smoke was billowing and he couldn't see what was going on. But with such great power, anyone would die.

He picked up the deerstalker hat that had been blown away, patted the debris on it, put it back on his head, and simply tidied up his messed up clothes.

Even if he is about to die, it does not prevent him from arranging his clothes now and going to be cool for the last time.

Of course, no one is watching right now.

All he has to do is check his results.

Just as Wu Shuang was holding his cane and planning to see the results, he suddenly heard the sound of gravel rolling down from the smoke.

Is that thing not dead yet? !
A gap appeared in the billowing smoke. When he saw this gap, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Because there was something rushing out of the smoke, and he couldn't see it clearly.
Before he could react, an unimaginable force hit his body. At that moment, he clearly heard the sound of the bones in his left hand shattering. If he hadn't been standing sideways, the bones in his left hand would have been shattered by this. sternum.

Wu Shuang felt a sudden burst of clouds and mist, and then realized that he had been knocked out of the building, and his cane flew away from his hand.

The shattered floor-to-ceiling windows did not stop him at all, allowing him to fall freely downstairs involuntarily.

And the thing that knocked him out also fell downwards.

In mid-air, Wu Shuang endured the severe pain and looked at the monster that survived the explosion in disbelief. He could not imagine that this was just a newborn state.

At this moment, the thing was covered in blood, and even one of its arms was missing.

But this was at the center of the explosion, and there was only a little damage.
If you encounter this monster, will you have a chance to get flowers?

But luckily, I'm in free fall at the moment, so I don't have to worry about that thing catching up. Maybe I can try rappelling with a rope?The monster shouldn't be able to use a rope, right?

His brain, stimulated by the severe pain, was thinking wildly uncontrollably.

But he still miscalculated. When he felt that he was about to touch the ground, the monster actually spread a pair of wings from behind with force!

Wu Shuang just wanted to complain, this thing can actually fly? !The monster that was chasing him grabbed his neck, and when he opened his mouth, he was blocked back.

The monster lifted him up directly in mid-air and roared at him.

Seriously injured, he could do nothing but smile helplessly, waiting for another familiar death.

But suddenly, he felt the monster's tightening hand loosen, and the monster stopped roaring, looked at his body in confusion, and then looked at him in confusion, as if something had happened, causing it to quickly become Weak, and the monster didn't understand what was going on.

At this moment, Wu Shuang remembered what the maid said about the stillbirth.

In other words, even if this monster comes out of the cocoon, will it die soon?

Thinking like this, he fell under the building together with the monster that had lost its power.
"Mr. Wu Shuang, do you want to do it again?"

"Come again!"

Coming to the building again, Wu Shuang decided to change his mind. Since there was no way to kill the other party, and the other party would gradually die with the passage of time or the distance from Cocoon, etc., then He simply focused on stalling for time and creating distance.

But the huge venue on the rooftop was obviously not a place where we could delay time. We had to find a better escape route.

Running down the corridor was just a matter of speed and there was no hope at all.

The long sword doesn't know how to trigger the effect. It doesn't matter if it encounters a specific monster or encounters danger.

As for the explosives, they are of no use at all. If you can't blow up the monster, you may have to blow yourself up.

Standing in the hall, Wu Shuang thought hard for a while, and suddenly noticed the large pillar in the building next to him. Another idea came to his mind. Not only that, he also had a new guess about how to trigger the effect of the long sword.

These require a new round of attempts.

Picking up a bomb casually, Wu Shuang weighed it in his hand and looked at the pillar on the side.
After a while of busy work, he took the remaining small bag of explosives and walked upstairs.

Once again, we came to the familiar venue on the top floor.

Wu Shuang did not put the remaining small bag of explosives on the cocoon, but turned around and placed it on the floor-to-ceiling window, and then walked to the woman's side.

This time, he not only wanted to try a new escape idea, but also tried to trigger the effect of the long sword.

If it had nothing to do with monsters and being in danger, then all that was left was the sadness that he felt too.

Look at the woman on the ground.

Wu Shuang sighed silently in his heart.

No matter who you are, no matter what you plan to do, or what you have experienced, this is the end of it.

He reached out to the flower and gently picked it.

He had a lot of guesses about this flower. Maybe it was this flower that caused the things in the cocoon to become stillborn, or maybe it was this flower that was suppressing everything here to prevent the cocoon from hatching, but that None of it matters.

The woman opened her eyes as before and grabbed his hand.

Feeling the familiar sharp pain, Wu Shuang looked at the woman and smiled. This made the woman look different from before, and she was stunned.

But just like before, she ignored him and looked at the giant cocoon.

Whispering words that were almost familiar to him.

Only this time, he seemed to understand what the woman meant.

She was saying a name, using a foreign language. Coincidentally, he didn't speak any foreign language at all.
"My child, my child"

After saying the last sentence, the woman closed her eyes again.

The thing in the giant cocoon also began to struggle, and quickly broke out of the cocoon, stepped on a puddle of amniotic fluid, stood up unsteadily, glanced at the man in front of him, and relied on the blood connection to quickly find the mother who gave birth to him. Mother.

But at this moment, its mother has become a corpse.

It doesn't understand what is going on, even though it knows a lot of knowledge as soon as it is born.

But as it was just born, it still couldn't understand what happened. All it could feel was anger and sadness, and all it saw was desolation and destruction. The blood outside the window reflected its body.

Distorted, deformed.
It's as if it was born into this world with all its malice.

In this lonely venue, it cried for the first time in its life, and only its cry responded to it.

No one is happy for its birth, but some people are waiting for its departure.

"excuse me."

A gentle voice sounded.

It raised its head blankly and looked at the sound.

This is the only person in the entire venue. He is holding a cane with one hand and putting his other hand in his trouser pocket. There is also a black flower in the pocket of his suit. He has a helpless smile on his face and his tone of voice is also very special. mild.

"Although you have just been born, I have to tell you that the funeral has begun, child."

(End of this chapter)