Miss Su tries to survive in the world of reincarnation

Green, the green of Qingyue.The color of the skin did not change with the change of blood.But the iris was dyed blue.The nails of the ten fingers are also lengthening—the transformation of the new body comes to an end at this moment.And when this project was completed, she felt that her body had acquired much greater efficiency and strength than before.

——I can use energy as a driving force to force my body to move at a speed beyond the limit of the body.And the reserves of energy here are endless.This means that my strength, speed, explosive power, and destructive power will all reach unprecedented terrifying specifications.

—Ah...it looks a bit like an anime character called Poros.Am I imitating it?

Raise your hand, thinking really does not affect the battle.Under the control of the five fingers, the straight sun sword pierced by the hostile false god was torn out miserable cracks and scratches.The promotion of strong energy made Su Qingyue's speed explode several times faster than before in an instant!

Her actions created a storm.She suddenly moved to the back of this guy's body before the opponent made the gesture of abandoning the sword and raising her hand——with a quick thrust, the slender palm with sharp nails easily penetrated the skin of the back of the opponent's neck.A relatively sturdy multi-section cylinder was lightly held by her.Then, pull hard.

The mighty force didn't lose control as a result.The well-timed outburst achieved the result she expected.The head and spine of the hostile false god were completely torn out by her, and then a slight shake shattered the remaining flesh and blood of the remnant body.

"How weak, do you really know what you are fighting against?"

She looked at the head in her hand, her gaze meeting her gaze.

"Why resist, why try to claim power that never belonged to you and could never belong to you?"

The girl's eyes revealed a sincere inquiry, she really didn't know the answer to this question.

And the next moment, a golden light was released from the head in her hand.From every hole in the skull, the sword body formed by the sun's rays was released in every direction—she frowned.However, she simply ignored those sword blades and simply used her own skin to bear them, and they did not cause any trauma to her as she wished.

Heart is better than matter, she thinks she can do it, then she can do it.As long as she firmly believes and does not waver in the slightest, then her authority and capacity will not be weakened in the slightest.

She can do it, and so can her opponents.Because the mind wins over things, as long as you haven't conceded defeat, no matter how miserable you are dealt with, you will not be defeated. .

A new hostile false god has emerged on the battlefield.Its aura has not been reduced in the slightest, and its fighting will is as high as ever.Behind it emerged the silhouette of the sun, and in its hand appeared a sword and spear shaped by the sun.

An insignificant resistance, and the result did not change anything.Su Qingyue just turned her thoughts, and the energy flowing from her five fingers fused the skull and spine in her hands into a howling gun—she easily avoided the enemy's attack, and moved to the On the side of the false god, the gun used the sword technique, and the opponent's hands and feet were cut off in an instant.And the spear she stabbed pierced through the opponent's heart again.

"What it feels like to be killed by your own spine, you can experience it again and again. No matter how many times you return from death, I will grant you the same despair."

The spine gun's gun body released a blue flame, and the poor impaled remains burned in the flames and burned quickly and efficiently.The wreckage was burned into a mass of dry bones in an instant, and the blue flames even penetrated into the bone marrow, imprisoning this sad and wounded soul, bringing it pain and despair to the greatest extent.

--Yes, exactly.Let the shameful thief know what a mistake he has made.Because I am victory myself, I am far stronger than it.

- I will win, I firmly believe so.And when I get everything I deserve.then I can……

- What can I do?

Doubts were born again, this time the doubts were bigger than she expected.More fragments of the future emerged in her eyes.However, unlike before, among the fragments this time, there was only her appearance of failure.

Fail... why did you fail?

Su Qingyue was confused, she would not trust this kind of worthless future - she suddenly heard the sound from the skull and jaws that were constantly opening and closing in the fire with her soul sealed off.

"You've been winning, of course." The pseudo-god, who was only half-skeletal, had the same calm voice as always.And in its voice, there is also a suspicious voice equivalent to Su Qingyue's.

"Listen, listen to this battlefield. The audience off the stage is cheering, cheering for your victory after victory, and every cheer makes you stronger than the last second."

It is telling the truth. Outside the arena transformed by the whole stage, all the ghosts are cheering and applauding loudly.Cheers to celebrate the birth of the champion, celebrate the champion won one victory after another, and will continue to win.

"All victories! After all victories, we will win again!"

"Destroy and destroy, let this feeble sun fall in agony!"

"Champion! Our champion is born! This is the manifestation of war!"

The cheers turned into the will to agree with the subspace, and the observers made Su Qingyue stronger.She can perceive her own body, and her body is getting stronger every second.She can perceive her own soul, which is sublimated to a deeper level every second.

There is no limit to the improvement of strength, and no matter how much it is improved, the soul can control this newly acquired power.There is a unity between the body and the will, and this is the ladder of God.

but……

Burning bones move slowly.Great pain may be no different to it than a breeze.There are only two holes left in its eyes.However, there is a little bit of light in the hollow, like a newborn sun!

"You've been winning—you've knocked me out over and over again, and you've been getting stronger. You've used many different types of power, and each of those powers has been expressed in different ways. So ..."

The skull became unstable, with golden cracks running all over it.At the moment when the explosion was about to take place, the last words of the false god came from the crack.

"Who do you think the audience thinks is more like the sun?"

"It's you who keeps winning, always winning, and always ravaging."

"I still use the sword of the sun and control the body of the sun. I follow the rules, fall down like a sunset every time, and then return like a sunrise?"

"I am the First Pillar, and the First Pillar is Amaenatar, the Goddess of the Sun and the Law."

Its bones exploded suddenly, shooting out a huge radiance like the sun... or even better than the sun.Su Qingyue subconsciously built the energy in her body into a protective barrier.But even so, she was truly traumatized!

Hands... burnt.

She was injured for the first time, and the glory of Wansheng was desecrated for the first time—and what was worse than this was that she felt the stagnation and even decay of the divine energy in her body.Because the scales are tilting and the weight of the stage is tilting towards the other side!

Victorious and victorious, such a god can only be a god of war.The viewers transformed by all demons recognized her "victory" more than other impressions.And this has led to the theocratic power she is about to obtain is being deflected in the direction of war!

The theocracy of war is also a powerful god.But the problem is that the final reward on the stage is only the most original sun!

With a sudden change of thought, the repair was completed with hands.The long spear transformed from the scepter of the sky reappeared in his hand, easily blocking the oncoming sword strikes.But she clearly felt her own stagnation and the opponent's growth!

——How... how could this happen?No!I'm not wrong, I should be the strongest... But why, as the strongest, I can win but not win! ?

She easily killed the false god in front of her.But the reappearing false god became stronger, and she continued to win, but the resurrected sun became stronger every time!

She will be overtaken, she will be overtaken.Her enemies were not in a hurry, her enemies never cared about any physical pain or defeat.

"You will keep winning, you will win again and again. Until I catch up to your progress, you can easily beat or even kill me. Because all the audience believes that you will win, so you don't even Enhanced, the concept in this area will continue to be strengthened.”

"But..." The corner of the mouth of the hostile false god revealed the first emotional smile. "When the defeat you will finally usher in arrives. You who are no longer recognized by the audience as an inevitable victory, what will happen to you?"

It can fail countless times, because the audience's demons have agreed that it will fail.However, for Su Qingyue, as long as there is one defeat, everything will collapse like an unstoppable landslide!

Again and again she saw her own failure, her own fall.All the futures point to an embarrassing ending, and the originally indestructible self-hypnosis in her heart has undergone some changes.

——Did I... did I make a mistake?

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——Su did a good job, it seemed that she carried out the most reasonable plan well.Powerful adversaries are dragged beyond the borders of the battlefield.And what we have to do is to solve this battlefield before she can't hold on.

- Tsk, sorry.She can't win.I can basically be sure that this weapon from the wilderness will definitely win the battle with her... After all, this thing has already shown a specialized means of fighting against the enhancements we hold.That means its owner has a lot of experience fighting an enemy like ours...we're too weak intellectually.To expect the other party to not even have a plan to deal with it... is too wishful thinking.

In the main control tower, Dorothy watched the current battle situation.Her mind was filled with the progress of the ritual's restoration.And from this quantifiable data, she has seen the dawn of victory.

The goddess of the new birth did not appear... The fact that it did not appear is itself the greatest benefit.Chu's efforts in hell have achieved results.And the next thing to do is to hold on until the results of the ceremony are obtained.

Chu is confident that she can win, but she is sure that at least she will not lose.Even if there is only one observer as a living person, it is better than thousands of demons and ghosts.Because this is also the order in the subspace, the established unspoken rules... The souls of mortals are so valuable, so the demons will do their best to lure and capture them.

Which is good - because that's what she's good at.As an information spellcaster, she is not unaware of the stage construction similar to information rituals in the subspace.And she is also very clear about the amount of difference between that stage and the ceremony she is repairing.

— There is no need to think about that.I believe that Su can do it... She is a woman who, even if she is about to die, will do her best to struggle until the last sliver of life disappears.And she who believes in me must also be believed by her.

—So she can do it, so I can too.We observe each other, we support each other's battlefield.

--only……

Dorothy's eyes drooped slightly.She is the only one left in the main control hall where she is, and everyone other than her is now participating in the tough battle.

This is a difficult battle, and the enemy in this battle is far stronger than the hard power of the team.And being stronger means loss in battle.It means...personal damage.

On the battlefield of the gates of hell, there are already people who have ushered in death.

Section 240 VI o Containers

It is said that the brain goes into overdrive just once before the inevitable death arrives.All past memories will be searched in detail and then quickly browsed.This situation is also known as a 'revolving lantern'.According to a more scientific logic, it is a phenomenon in which the brain desperately tries to find a way to get out of the current predicament from memory in order to avoid death.

Makes sense, and there are plenty of examples.

And based on this scientific reason.Certain... organizations with special business fields that are not very visible will make some articles in this regard.Most of them stop at preaching the realm of heaven after death.But there are also very few outstanding ones who have really developed some skills to take advantage of this 'revolving lantern' phenomenon.

They are thus powerful, for they reward the most loyal warriors with this means, as a reward.So long as their warriors stand firm in their loyalty and duty to the death.Then this technique will be triggered - the memory will not be searched randomly but will be constructed in an orderly manner.Give up the futile operation of the brain to survive in death, and instead construct an ideal and extremely real dream, so that the dying warrior can live a long destiny that fully meets his wishes in the dream.

However, the thoughts and ideas of the fighters controlled by such means have long been distorted to meet the needs of these people in the shadows.Even the promised dream is like a real paradise.In fact, it is impossible to truly satisfy the real wishes of these dying people.Unless... these fighters had already broken away from the shackles of the organization long before they died in battle.While mastering this skill, you can also have your own wishes.

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"You shouldn't jump on this pawn. It went deep alone and escaped the protection of its comrades. This may be beneficial to the overall situation of the battle... After all, a pawn who is about to reach the bottom line does have a strong deterrent. But for this pawn Say. Your choice means its..."

"die."

With a soft sound of 'Da——', on the chess board, a black soldier was eaten by a white chariot.Black is clearly on the defensive, and looks like he's about to lose.

Anderson shuddered... all ten of his fingers trembled slightly.He felt as if he had forgotten something.It also seems to be participating in some kind of meaningful battle.

He shook his head and looked at his immature palm.He suddenly remembered that he was only ten years old this year, and he was playing in a children's chess game.

"It's your turn, don't you plan to take the next step?" The chess game between the children didn't pay much attention.Talking nonsense during the game will not usher in the sanctions of the referee.The ten-year-old Anderson quietly raised his head and glanced at his opponent—it was a pretty black-haired girl with an oriental face.The nameplate on the chest reads 'QingYueoSu'

Su Qingyue, a somewhat familiar name.But a girl with this name doesn't seem to be at this age, with such a face.

"You..." The young Anderson wanted to say something, but shook his head again.He felt that he should not be here now.And he seemed to have more important things to do.

He stood up suddenly, nodded to the girl in front of him in apology, then turned around and walked out of the arena.

"Aren't you going to continue?" the girl asked from a distance behind her, her voice sounded a bit awkward.

"Not now." Anderson waved his hand and left without looking back.After dealing with the referees and school teachers who are very talkative.Almost immediately, he hails a car on the street and urges the driver to rush home.He felt that if he couldn't get home at the right time, what happened next would become the eternal pain of his life.

He was one step too late.

When he jumped out of the car, he saw the sheriffs driving in front of his house.His father, who is not very reliable but will stand up at critical moments, is telling the sheriffs about something together with his gentle, beautiful and timid mother.The outside of the house is full of impact marks and bullet holes.

A gang of thugs tried to break into his home - and they almost succeeded.After all, this is America, the houses are far apart, and the firearms in my home are not enough... The people at home are not very good at using them.

But almost succeeding, it means not succeeding, it means failure-it is said that a nearby priest saw that something was wrong and called the sheriff.And it just so happened that the sheriffs in the town gathered nearby today to accept the inspection and assessment by their superiors, and they just connected the call in front of the officer.

Coincidence, but a good thing - Anderson thought he'd win the race, come home elated, and open the silent, ajar door to see the remains of his father, desperately protecting himself, And the humiliated fragments of his mother—he let out a soft sigh of relief, dismissing the horrific image in his mind.He rushed into his parents' arms like a real ten-year-old and burst into tears.

The adults thought he was just scared.But only he himself knows that he is not surprised or afraid.It's just that he felt that he should cry bitterly at this moment.

——The first thing I regret in my life is that I didn't cry at that time.Because I'm afraid that group of scum hasn't gone far.I hate them, but what I hate more is that I just want to save my life in the first place.

Father's arms were a little stiff, but mother's arms were warm.Anderson sneaked a glance at the incomplete wreckage that was shot dead by the sheriff on the spot, and covered with a white cloth.There is a faint joy in my heart.

Sheriffs are said to have used heavy firepower — first with a textbook raid to save the hostages.Then the gangsters who resisted in the corner were swept away with heavy firepower.This is also thanks to the chief inspector, because he is famous for his uprightness, and as long as he makes a mistake, many people here will suffer.

——The second thing I regret in my life is to let these people die too happily.Because when I have the ability to revenge.I was already working for the organization, and these gangsters, at that time, were a subsidiary of the organization.

——It took me a lot of effort to get them to be judged as traitors by the organization.I paid a great price to qualify as a hands-on.But I had to obey the rules of the organization at that time, I had to be clean and tidy, and I didn't have time to let them enjoy even a little bit of pain.

It took a week to repair the room, and a week later, the house was restored to its original appearance.It was an uncle named Iris who contracted the construction project.It is said that he has a strong background but came out to start a business alone, and before leaving, he left a business card for Anderson.

"I think you are a good kid. You have quick hands and feet, and you look very smart. Maybe you will have the opportunity to cooperate with me soon. Leave this business card. If you want to apply for a job when you grow up, you will give me priority. "

The man left a business card—and Anderson didn't know why he took it.The white business card seemed to turn into a dull gray under the shadow.In a trance, he seemed to see a boy who was ashamed of his weakness and wanted revenge but didn't know how to do it. On a rainy night, he met an unexpected guest.

"I heard that you are very smart, but your family members are all dead. If you want revenge, follow me." In that rainy night, the stranger actually didn't give him a second choice.And in such a conversation, the young boy decided to follow the stranger.