Today is definitely a bad day for the "Xiaqin players" who went to the third team of the Secret Service in the ancient city of Zion.

The body has been unable to move, there are two bloodstains under the eyes, the spirit and body have reached the limit, the mental power has been exhausted, and the opponent is still impossible to defeat.

"It's obviously just a low-level pollution incident, why did it develop like this..."

The body has been numb with pain, and the spirit has already reached its limit.

The white teeth biting and bleeding on the red lips, "Xia Qin", who was painfully recalled to his senses, just glanced at reality, and had the urge to close his eyes again.

Is this really an opponent that a second-order secret keeper can deal with?

"...The Calamity Calamity Beast Kirdalys, the 'Lord of Thousands of Greed', why did he come here..."

This wave, this wave, is the police encounter with international terrorists.

The world in front of him has been completely alienated, and there is a sacred beast on the stage.

Yes, holy.

The oak throne exudes natural incense, and the white holy beast is lying on it, with compassion and love on its face.

The flesh is like wood but not wood. The flesh is like flesh and blood, but it surpasses flesh and blood. The outer skin of the sacred oak pattern is linked with the tiger pattern. The fur is like a sacred mural, and the twisted deer-shaped double horns are scattered with holy brilliance.

Just at a glance, you can know that this is definitely not an opponent that mortals can handle.

As a background, the circular classical arena seems to be in disrepair, with wall decoration and glyphs in tatters, the aisles are full of parasitic plants that climb the walls, the masonry seats are rotten, but the auditorium sits full.

It's just that those who enjoy the performance are all kinds of bizarre assembled monsters and distorted shadows. On the podium is a sad "Kirdales", but the lead actor is a sad human......

The two keepers were fighting brutally. The firearms and long swords were creating wounds and plagues. The middle-aged one covered his wounded chest and was cornered by his younger apprentice.

Watching the scene of master and apprentice killing each other, the heads of giant beasts and tigers show sympathetic humanity, just like watching a tragic tragedy...if all this was not caused by Him!

"Lovely Liu Ye, worthy of being the best newcomer in Zion District last year, your 'potential' is much stronger than your master, and your life is more splendid than his, so I am very happy to see that you are the one who survived Go, master murderer, give your master the final blow and tell him that his era is over, and you will inherit all his happiness and live..."

The giant beast seduced mortals with arias, and at the same time, it also heated up the atmosphere of the arena.

But as a bystander, Xia Qin knew that this was the temptation of the devil, and this was just the beginning of misfortune.

"Great mother tree (mother), I, Rusty Axe, I am willing to dedicate ten years of life in exchange for strength..."

The man's hoarse and low voice sounded, but under the mighty power of the tree of life, it spread throughout the small world.

The rules of the secret realm were touched, and the duelists took the initiative to exchange their lives for power.

"boom!"

The quaint revolver fired a dangerous magic bullet, and the young man who had won the victory was knocked down, but the "Master" who fell to the ground quietly stood up.

The wound healed directly, and the thin body suddenly grew in a circle. People in their 40s and 50s were full of muscles, but they looked like a 20-year-old strong man.

The sanctuary of the mother tree will respond to any mortal sacrifice, but the price of its mighty strength is ten years of life.

But this does not mean the end of everything. Xia Qin closed her eyes and couldn't bear to see it, but she already knew the next plot.

"...I can sacrifice too, I'm younger..."

Yes, the knocked down young people are younger and can sacrifice more of their own lives in exchange for more power.

"Oh oh oh, well done! Liu Ye, I'll say you can do it!"

The most exciting, but the giant beast on the podium.

"Mother" will not refuse any child's thirst, and the transaction of life and strength is done again.

"Do not....."

Rusty Axe was knocked down again, and standing in the center of the stage in the spotlight was Liu Ye, who had turned into a middle-aged man!

The scream of killing was right in his ears, and the malicious wind poured the screams of the victims and the prayers of the perpetrators into Xia Qin's ears.

When everything was calm, there was only one performer and... a mummified corpse composed of dry bones and jerky.

Liu Ye, who is already "old", has no joy of victory, and the pain and curse finally turned into a calm and tearful despair.

As the "Peace Calamity Beast" said, he was more "potential" than his master, and had more years to exchange for "power", so he lived to the end.

And his opponent, in exchange after exchange, has become a mummified corpse one step ahead.

The survivors were covered in silver hair and dead spots, and would not live long.

The already numb "winner" was carried into the auditorium by the cheering audience, and next to him were several equally ugly "old men".

They are the "winners," the intended survivors of the festival.

The cleaners (monsters) of the arena stepped off the stage and carried the mummy onto the rostrum for Kirdales to observe.

He glanced at it, nodded with satisfaction, and then motioned for his subordinates to complete their work.

The mummy was dragged behind the oak throne, under the twisted tree of flesh and blood.

Then, countless tentacles of flesh and blood spread out from it, accepting the flesh and blood of the victim and turning it into a part of it.

The mother tree is benevolent, it is not plundering but giving.

Under the instillation of the root system of the "big tree", the mummy that has lost its vitality has become full of vitality.

Above the huge pitch-black ancient tree, there was an extra old face, the "rusty axe" staring at his apprentice and cursing... In a sense, he obtained the New life, eternal life.

"The thirteenth, the keepers of the ancient city of Zion District, sooner or later, they will be wiped out."

The secret service team came quickly, but the first wave fell in.

The tree of flesh and blood is huge and sacred. In just one hour of "the past", a towering tree has grown from a small sapling, and the flesh and blood of the victim has made it fruitful.

Glancing at the growing "Mother Tree God", Kirdales, the host, nodded with satisfaction, and threw her tiger head to the next "lucky audience".

"Li Zigui!"

"Li Zigui!"

I don't know where it started, the audience was shouting this name.

"Li Zigui from the special service team of Zion District, the ancient city, told the great mother tree and her lovely family children, who you want to challenge, or you choose to let your mother arrange for you and choose the most suitable opponent... ."

In the cage, another unlucky keeper was full of despair. His eyes for help swept around, and his companions avoided.

"10, 9, 8..."

Everyone knew that when the countdown was over, the arena would choose the opponent who caused him the most pain, just like poor Liu Ye's master and apprentice.

And everyone knows better that avoiding and delaying is actually meaningless, and the countdown that belongs to them will come to an end sooner or later.

The moment they stepped into this quasi-god-level secret realm and faced an impossible quasi-god-level opponent, the outcome was doomed.

Even if you choose a weak person actively, you will enjoy the dual treatment of "death of aging" and "death of society" after you go out.

Waiting for the mother tree to arrange for you "the most brilliant opponent in your life"?

Judging from Liu Ye's experience, it may be even worse than the sudden death on the spot.

Maybe it's because Xia Qin's luck is good, or maybe it's just as she guessed, the opponents are counted down in order of age. So far, she hasn't been selected when she is young, so she can only watch the desperate match play out helplessly. Thirteen times.

"...In this secret realm, there are some rules that we haven't discovered, and there must be some hope to keep."

The professional training of the keepers makes "Xia Qin" still unwilling to give up hope.

She had received a "call to the police" before and came with others. She originally thought it was just a low-pollution incident.

Destroying a secret realm that has been polluted to the final stage, the most fundamental thing is to clarify the special rules of the secret realm, follow the rules to get rid of the pollution source, and avoid the further deterioration and spread of the pollution.

But this secret realm was constructed by the great existence of "quasi-god level", which itself is the source of pollution. From the perspective of the secret-keeper system, this is a ninth-order quasi-god powerhouse, and it is a natural disaster across the world.

And the strongest keeper of the secret, Rusty Axe, is only Tier 3, and has already been hung on the statue of the Mother Goddess.

The gap between the two sides is no longer a gulf, it is simply the Mariana Trench.

The rules of the secret realm are simpler and cruder, which are simply "exchange lifespan for strength" and "one-on-one power duel, the winner survives." Two.

But the simple and rude rules of the secret realm, coupled with the gap in strength, make the weak unable to resist the bullying of the strong.

Accustomed to facing a desperate situation, the young "Xia Qin" did not give up, but she couldn't move, and it seemed that she could only find some inspiration for breaking the game from the training she had received.

"Everyone is going to die, and we, like this, will be a little bit faster. The first lesson makes you think of epitaphs because we are destined to constantly face the choice of death and despair."

The teacher, who always had a malicious smile in his memories, showed a bitter look before the first get out of class was dismissed.

"As for the experience in this industry, the more people who don't take their own lives seriously, the more madmen who can face the fact that death is coming, the more they can find a way to survive in a state of madness and despair. , On the contrary, the longer you live, the way of the swordsman is born to death, the body has a dead end, but the soul does not..."

At this moment, for "Xia Qin" who was really in a desperate situation, the last meaningful teaching of the instructor became a meaningless poisonous chicken soup for the soul.

I'm really not afraid of dying, and I can get everything done at all costs. Kirdalys on stage was shot to death long ago!

"Rule level secret realm, rule level, since it's a rule, there must be loopholes..." "Xia Qin" still did not give up.

But the "Thunder Blade" not far behind her had closed her eyes for a long time, as if she couldn't bear to see it, and seemed to have given up.

At this time, the closed entrance was opened again, and the light spot of the "door" was in the center of the arena.

"...What are the people outside doing? Several teams have already been folded, and the stop-loss procedure is over? Why are there still people coming in?"

"...Could it be that there are high-ranking keepers who happen to be in the ancient city?!"

Looking at this scene, "Xia Qin" has some inexplicable expectations, and even some strange familiarity. It seems that someone will come in next to solve all this...

It seems that the person should be wearing a hospital gown, walk in carelessly, point to the holy beast above, say "it's you" plainly, and then solve everything alone...

But the dream still seems to be just a dream... The holy beast's aria ~lightnovelpub.net~ interrupted her sweet dream.

"Oh oh, look, my little darlings, brought us more participants, come come, sit down, it's your turn soon."

The gray-green "wolves" came in, and the foreign people they drove became new participants in this "game" and naturally became new sacrifices.

Another group of victims was born......

Others were angry or fearful, but "Xiaqin" had a strong sense of disobedience and loss, but the next moment, the mentality was adjusted again.

"Sure enough, there has never been a hero, and there has never been a savior..." "Xia Qin" laughed at himself, and then continued to explore the hope in the dead end.

She didn't know that "history" had quietly changed.

He is late.

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