For an instant, it seemed that the world was silent.

　　Huaishi’s lungs are in instinctive spasms.

　　 At this moment, in front of him, full of mockery, teasing, contempt and contempt, and even all malice, the dry old man's body exudes waves of death premonition that makes Huai Shi shudder.

　　 "Beheaded? Decapitated?"

　　 The old man cherished and raised the long knife in his hand, as if he was caring for some hard-to-get treasure, gently and carefully, but he made his opponent hairy and couldn't help feeling a tremor.

　　 "If you want to kill the enemy, why bother?"

　　 Shangquan whispered softly: "As long as... kill the soul!"

　　 At that moment, in his hand, that complete sword quietly turned into powder, from twisting to cracking, completely unrecognizable, no trace.

　　 can be replaced by the cold light of a certain will and soul.

　　 The eyes cannot witness, the body cannot touch, and cannot feel, but Huai Shi's soul clearly sees the anti-real and illusory scene!

　　 The blade of nothingness that was forged from the will of the Sword Saint.

　　 tens of meters away, but Huai Shi’s eyes are black, like an ordinary person standing in front of a giant cannon, locked by the power that can destroy everything.

　　 was aimed at by that blade, completely, unable to breathe——

　　 Now, the old man holding the Soul Killing Sword stepped out and crossed a negligible distance, and the blade of nothingness in his hand swept across Huai Shi like Qingfeng.

　　 brought the coldness and pain, the horrible touch of being cut to flesh and blood by steel, and the despair of being taken away from life.

　　 stigmata, soul, power, everything is like abandoning Huai Shi and leaving.

　　 are like lambs to be slaughtered.

　　 Consciousness is blank.

　　 can only be in despair, watching the soul-killing sword penetrate into his body, disintegrating all his defenses, driving straight in, piercing through the heavy defenses of Guixu and Tianque.

　　 In the end, before the soul of Huai Shi, it stopped abruptly.

　　 just touches the point, leaving behind the trembling and haze from the top of the sword, enough to engrave the gap of a lifetime of despair.

　　 In the dead silence, Huai Shi stiffened in place.

　　 The light in his eyes gradually extinguished, and his consciousness had already fallen into a blank.

　　 The winner is divided!

　　 was right in front of him, Shangquan glanced at him one last time and shook his head.

　　 "Sword of disaster? But that's it."

　　, full of disappointment that he couldn't do his best and the satisfaction after the abuse of food, he sneered, turned and left.

　　 But after taking two steps, the action stopped abruptly.

　　 pause.

　　 It's like finding something unbelievable, and turning back in shock.

　　 Behind him, the sluggish young man, the opponent who should have passed out, fainted completely under the awe of the killing sword.

　　 The dropped fingers twitched, then twitched again.

　　 In this short gap between the unconscious and the soul, the remaining obsession still drives the body, and he lifted the palm of his hand.

　　 is like holding an invisible pistol tightly.

　　 exhausted all his strength.

　　 pulled the non-existent trigger.

　　 At that moment, the smile on Shangquan's face disappeared without a trace.

　　 As if seeing the bullet fired by Huaishi, he gripped the non-existent Taito and cut it down. Obviously, there are no counterattacks and blocks, but everyone present seems to have produced the high-pitched sound made by the collision between the iron blade and the bullet.

　　 Since that blow, Huaishi hasn't moved anymore.

　　 Until a long time passed, a faint light appeared in those hollow eyes again, and he woke up from the long nightmare, panting as hard as he could.

　　 When he lowered his head, he saw his raised palm.

　　 gradually came to a sense.

　　 "Look, senior."

　　 He smiled and sighed softly, "Even if the soul is dead, there will still be people who can move."

　　 He raised his head and reminded earnestly: "Don't take the younger generation lightly."

　　 Shangquan looked at him.

　　 In the short silence, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

　　 Hoarse and sharp, the decayed lungs also choked with laughter, and there was a hollow echo.

　　 "Very good, Huaishi, you are good!"

　　 Shangquan made no secret of his appreciation and surprise, and shook his head in admiration: "With this sword, in the future world, you will surely have achievements that are no less inferior to anyone--or, no less inferior to anyone's death."

　　 Huai Shi is at a loss.

　　 looked at his hand holding the gun.

　　 "Is this a sword?"

　　 "That's just a tool. What's the difference between the name?" Shangquan shook his head nonchalantly, "Besides, what you stabbed at me, isn't it your only counterattack sword?"

　　 Just like that, he sighed, staggered, and left slowly.

　　 walked out of the dumped and broken door, once again, returned to his chair.

　　The medical staff who had been waiting for a long time rushed forward, put on an oxygen mask again for the dying remnant body, injected life-sustaining medicine, carefully and hurriedly bandaged, repaired, but they could not stop the opening of Shangquan's body.

　　 has long been, on the verge of the limit.

　　 After breaking through the limit, there is only one way of destruction.

　　 "Save it, it's hopeless."

After 　　 mask, Shangquan said vaguely.

　　 He glanced at the futile group of guys beside him, and finally, looked at 008: "I have half a month, no, about thirteen days. I hope your arrangement can be more efficient."

　　 "Enough." 008 nodded and replied: "Then, do you want to follow us now?"

　　 "Everything that should be arranged is also arranged."

　　 Shangquan replied without attachment: "It's time to go, don't waste time."

　　008 nodded, behind him, the door of nothingness suddenly opened.

　　 Two lines walked out like him in chemical protective suits and gas masks. After pushing away the obstructive medical staff, they pushed Shangquan's wheelchair, turned and walked into the darkness behind the door.

　　 At the very end, Shangquan took another look at Huai Shi.

　　 Hoarse farewell.

　　 "That kid, Haruka, I will ask you to take care of it from now on..."

　　 Just like that, he disappeared behind the door.

　　 The door is closed and never seen again.

　　 The parting came so abruptly, and it was so unexpected.

　　 Huai poem is sluggish for a long time.

　　 Finally, I looked at the 008 who stayed in place

　　 "What are you going to do?"

　　 "A gamble."

　　008’s electronic voice replied: "Mr. Huai Shi, you are also on the shortlist."

　　 He looked down at the data that appeared on the screen, did not comment on anything, and continued to explain: "This time, in addition to the inspection of Mr. Shangquan's status, at the same time, you also need to confirm your status."

　　 Huai Shi was amused, and shook his head: "I didn't promise to participate in any old people's sunset red club."

　　 "……"

　　008 was weirdly silent for a moment, and even the rigid electronic sound revealed a hint of sympathy and pity: "Mr. Russell signed for you."

　　 "Grass..."

　　 Huai Shi subconsciously scolded an swear word.

　　 He should have thought of it, that old **** has been absent for so long, how could he let himself as a tool man be idle at home, without making any arrangements?

　　 Even if I sell my students, I even sold myself to the Surviving Yard this time.

　　 This is a **** big score!

　　 "Of course, you still have the right to refuse."

　　008 put her hand on her side, waiting for Huai Shi to figure out the cause and effect, and after she calmed down again, she continued without haste: "However, before then, I hope you can listen to me to finish the matter--"

　　 Huaishi took a deep breath, restrained her urge to smoke, turned the lighter that was out of oil in her hand a few times, and squeezed it in her palm.

　　 "Listen well," he said.

　　 "You will participate in a struggle, and you may face an unsolvable dead end, as a tool, as a chess piece, fighting in it, and in the end, you may also need to give your life."

　　008 told the truth: "I don't deny the danger. After all, this action is also a gamble for the Survival Institute."

　　 "But the greater the risk, the greater the gain, isn't it?"

　　 Huai Shi is unmoved, "Danger, death, sacrifice... I have been a senior toolman and chess piece for so long, and these have long been used to it.

　　 But what is the price, Mr. 008? "

　　 He looked at 008, and solemnly asked: "You never seem to say what I can get?"

　　 "Of course you won't go home empty-handed, Mr. Huaishi."

Just like a machine, without using any negotiation skills, 008 went straight to the offer code: "Apart from what Mr. Russell got, if you can successfully return, apart from the upgrade and transformation of the Nemo engine, In the future, all the liquefied essence required by the Nautilus will be provided by the Survival Institute."

　　 After a pause, he added: "What we provide is not the most basic liquefied essence, but the pure soul and supreme essence after the six-layer qualitative transformation."

　　 Huai poem was stunned in place.

　　 Well, the original astronomical figure has now been directly increased tenfold.

　　 Ten times the astronomical number is still an astronomical number!

　　 just makes him a little unbelievable.

　　 "Such a big number? Are you sure?" he asked.

　　 "It's just the energy that can be obtained by squeezing the soul ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ sublimated, solidified, there is no difference."

　　008 replied: "We have enough bases in **** to specialize in the production of this energy to supply the consumption of the Survival Institute itself.

　　Even now, all the original supplements made with the supreme essence, including those distributed by the administrative bureau, are all provided by us. "

　　 If the significance of the Administration Bureau is to connect everything and control, then the special nature of the Survival Court is doomed, and it must be independent and closed.

　　 Even if it is within the present situation, it is still independent of the present situation.

　　Finance, output, demand...In all aspects, it is self-sufficient and does not rely on the support of the administrative bureau.

　　 Even if the entire present realm is destroyed tomorrow, the Survival Institute will still be able to stick to the theoretical cycle set by it when it was originally designed.

　　 For 008, Huai Shi does not doubt.

　　 Actually, he has already moved.

　　 Do you want to mix both hands...

　　 After all, the upgrade and transformation of the Nemo engine is also fragrant!

　　 And then, the price offered by 008 made him no longer hesitate.

　　 "Besides, we will provide you with a clue——"

　　008 said, "About, [Dead Sun]."

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