The manager of the test area poured himself a glass of water and pushed his glasses.

The two on the screen finally fought in earnest. He couldn't tell what he felt in his heart - not out of sympathy or guilt for the two on the battlefield, but more Worry, worry about Randy Panther losing.

Randy Panther, the grey fox of Sancho. As a killer, his fighting skills are absolutely top-notch, but in the final analysis, his magic power reserve is not particularly good. Among the materials processed by Castle Withering, this killer is barely a first-class, but there is still a considerable gap from the top.

Oliver Ramon is different. After his power has been bizarrely multiplied several times, he has perfectly reached the upper limit of the ability of surface creatures—

And a true fighting genius.

Ramon's swordsmanship is no longer regular, but like a beast that has finally followed his hunting instinct. His moves are unrestrained and extremely natural and beautiful.

A born warrior.

Now he can understand the expression on the face of the combat zone manager after he made the application, as if he saw the murder of his father and enemy. If Ramon's willpower was any weaker, he would never be able to grab such a perfect material anyway.

Now is a pinch, and the glasses manager is swallowing water. If Ramon kills Sancho's grey fox, he will immediately be transferred to the mobile camp for training and slip away from his palm - after all, once a stubborn rock has a crack, it will be very easy to conquer, which is The specialty of the mobile barracks. 300,000 is not expensive at all. If Ramon can really be trained as an excellent death row fighter, he can definitely become a rare weapon that can be worth a thousand.

Alban is just not peaceful recently. If the guys in the battle zone train him and sell him back, they will definitely get 30 million or more.

…short-sighted fools who dare not take risks. The glasses management pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose again.

People in the battle zone will only see stable interests and have always lacked foresight. That's right, Oliver Ramon does have a very high risk of dying in the furnace of flesh and blood, just like the 1,326 people before. But he is almost the best sample in history, and they have two choices in their hands - choose 30 million gold coins with a 100% success rate, or choose a priceless treasure with a 1% success rate.

After all, no one can put a price on a god-level weapon of destruction.

The Forge of Flesh experiment has been going on for a long time, and this is the first time he has the opportunity to embark on this great and noble quest. His predecessors carefully selected thousands of people over a long history, but none of them succeeded. But they never doubted the correctness of this path.

After all, their basis is a clear fact - all life on the surface has an upper limit. An unnatural ceiling.

For the vast majority of life, the strength and magic of life force and spiritual force are in perfect proportion. But once that magic power exceeds a certain limit, the growth rate will be flat, approaching a certain value infinitely. At first they thought it was the limit of the biological body's ability to withstand magical power, but when the limit of man and dragon are the same, this matter becomes subtle - like something adds a simple and rude to all living things. Power ceiling.

So what happens when you break it?

Flesh furnaces require living creatures to maintain, and they never lack living materials.

For thousands of years, the furnace has melted into countless lives, and the power in it should be enough to create a shock - as long as the "nucleus" they drop has the qualifications to surpass the ceiling of power. In theory, then, people who are regarded as "nuclear" may be able to break away from the current limited magic system and show the true possibility of living things.

There is only one question left.

There are not many creatures close to the power ceiling, but it is definitely not a once in a thousand years. The problem is controllability. Once stripped of the current magic system, and their conjecture happens to be correct, they will create a real monster, an artificial **** who is not bound by laws. The gatekeepers are not going to devote themselves to their ideals and leave such a big trouble to the surface - they must ensure that the creation is absolutely controllable.

And the answer is very simple, destroy the "nuclear" will. Completely annihilate the spirit of that life while he or she is stripped from the magic system. Make it the ultimate weapon that is not restricted by laws and obeys all orders obediently.

That is the real "beyond the truth", the real progress and glory of mankind.

They have everything ready. Relatively upright people are the easiest to destroy, and finding a guy with enough mental toughness is harder than finding a creature close to the ceiling of strength. Among the more than 1,000 people in front, there are hundreds of them who have forcibly improved their strength through experimental means, but they all failed to last until the last moment.

Not surprising. The test area management squeezed the cup tightly, thinking a little dejectedly. After all, they set up a magic circle to amplify negative emotions, and all the previous "nuclear" collapsed too early, without exception. Those idiots who don't know how to work, either can't face the real desperation in the furnace and end their lives, or they break down before the power shock is complete and completely abandon themselves - and eventually become part of the furnace of flesh and blood.

Come on, the glasses manager looked at the black figure in the light screen. Come let me see your persistence.

Oliver is a little dizzy. His sword was faster than his thoughts, and his blood seemed to be boiling metal. As if another person dominated his body, his speed was not slowed down by the injury, but was getting faster and faster.

He didn't think about death, he didn't think about pain, only the blade that cut through the air in his eyes. A strange sense of pleasure climbed Oliver's nerves, time was slowing down, and the other party's movements were slowing down. The bone sword cut through Randy's muscles, and the next moment the disgusting touch reached his palm. And Oliver was so numb he couldn't feel anything, his limited consciousness kept repeating broken simple sentences.

To defeat, must defeat the opponent.

Randy felt the chill for the first time.

When he met this young man who was a bit dead-headed, he only regarded him as a first-class adventurer with good skills. It may be because the opponent's behavior is too honest, and he just blindly defends and evades the battle. He doesn't know how serious the opponent is when he gets up.

Now he would rather not know.

Randy never thought he would lose, he was in much better shape than the other side. Targeted killing is again his specialty. But the other party seemed to have lost the sense of pain, and his movements were frighteningly flexible, like a ghost. The shield in his hand is getting heavier and heavier, and the wounds on his body are getting more and more, but the opponent is more and more at ease, and the attack is as elusive as a phantom.

The eyes without any emotion are sticking to him, cold and focused. Oliver Ramon is analyzing his attack patterns at an astonishing rate, absorbing and exploiting them.

As time passed, Randy couldn't even hit him again. And the strange knight opposite him seemed to have endless strength, and the curse of the pale sword could not be shaken off. The confident hunter has finally become the hunted party.

Monster.

As soon as this thought crossed the killer's mind, his heavy shield was kicked away neatly, and his wrist made a crisp cracking sound that was overwhelmed. The opponent's heavy metal boots kicked Randy's abdomen, and the tall killer's eyes went black. After all, he couldn't maintain his balance - and then he was firmly pressed to the ground, unable to move half an inch.

The tip of the sword of rest rested on the killer's throat. The sharp white bone pierced the skin on Randy's neck, and the dark red blood beads rolled down the skin, leaving a dazzling bloodstain. Randy struggled a few times, but Oliver's knees pressed his chest tightly. His shield fell in the distance, his wrist was sprained, and his sturdy body was covered in wounds. Those sword wounds turned outwards, and warm blood continued to seep into the dark black ground.

Crandy did not give up.

Randy reached out and tried to punch Oliver's head with his fist, but was easily blocked. The killer used his last strength to attack again and again, but the result was more and more desperate. After several resistances, Randy let out a very light sigh, and the eyes finally dimmed. He turned his head to the side, the murderous aura gradually dissipating.

Oliver knew what Randy was trying to see, or looking for.

He recognizes the grief. There was no fear in his enemy's eyes—Randy was surprisingly calm, just looking a little sad. The steel-grey eyes finally stopped staring at the tip of the sword, and instead turned towards a direction that was empty.

Mora should be waiting very close for Randy to return, Oliver thought drowsily. What is she thinking now?

But Nemo is also waiting for him.

He is about to take the lives of others with the sword born of blessing for his own desires. Under the sword of rest, is there the first time that there will be a dead soul that cannot rest in peace?

But I have no choice. Oliver was gasping for breath, although there was plenty of air, and his lungs were not punctured by a rib, but breathing made him extremely painful. As long as the wrist is lightly exerted, the sword of rest is pinned down—

No, does he really have no choice?

He also believed that he would die. Not long ago, the Black Badge test in the frontier forest, the moment he faced Pandoratel. The person he loved was faced with the same choice, whether it made sense to save his own life, or to take that step...

The man he fell in love with was really tender.

The bone sword was stabbed with force, and the blade was buried in the mud on the side of Randy's head. The killer opened his eyes subconsciously.

"If it wasn't for Nemo, I would have done it long ago." Oliver gave the other party an extremely weak smile, "...it's really hard to persevere."

Kill those who have protected you, and pass on the pain of losing your loved one with your own hands. He may never really be able to return to Nemo's side, the rest of his life will be imprisoned in this moment, and he can no longer hold the other's hand confidently.

"If I kill you, I'll probably have nightmares for the rest of my life. Why are you my opponent?"

Behind the pale skeleton helmet, the young man smiled very sadly.

"...why am I here?"

Abandoning everything for the sake of the lover, betraying everything, and being the enemy of the whole world, it sounds a bit hopeless and romantic. Maybe Randy and Maura can really do it, Oliver thought. His own depravity may be understood by his peers, but as a true superior demon, Nemo's hostility only invites confusion and irreversible fear.

Once he takes that step, the one he loves will not have a chance to look back. He knows this.

You must not be the one to shake Nemo.

How he wished he could be the chain of the other party - to prevent the other party from getting out of control and preventing the other party from falling off the cliff. Then he can proudly block all doubts for the other party, and they can continue to live under the sun together.

He wants to be a better person for each other. However…

"After you escape from here, go to Nemo Wright of Tumbleweed," muttered Oliver, loosening his grip on the killer. His voice was hoarse, with a slight tremor. "Tell him everything that happened here."

There is still something he can do, if it makes any sense. It is very cruel, but if the other party will be as painful as himself at the moment because of his departure. He does have a chance to become a yoke.

—become the shackles that imprison each other in the sun.

"Tell him I didn't give up my principles for him, and I hope he doesn't either."

"Tell him that he will always find the most suitable solution, and I will always trust him."

"Tell him I love from the heart..."

"...No, tell him, sorry."

When faced with a difficult situation, I take one step slowly, Nemo. Each time it took someone to rush ahead of me before I could muster the courage to follow.

This time, it was my turn to go first.

"I admit defeat." Oliver straightened his back and lowered his gaze.

Randy knew he should take the opportunity to take the other's life, but he didn't move. He stood up quietly and looked at his unreasonably fierce enemy - the eye sockets behind the terrifying bones were slightly red, but the young man was still smiling.

The killer's throat slid, and he wanted to answer "yes". But the **** soil rose up like waves in an instant, completely obscuring his vision, and when they returned to the ground a few seconds later—

The black figure has completely disappeared in place.

The light screen was on and off in the dimly lit room, and the management of the test area finally put down the empty cup in his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Nice job, Ramon didn't give up in the end. Destiny is still on their side.

If Oliver Ramon can deal with "true despair", they might actually succeed this time. After all, the most desperate thing is not being forced to break the principle, nor is it choosing to abandon hope to end everything in order to stick to the principle.

Thousands of years of experimentation and observation, they are more familiar with human nature than anyone—

The real despair exists after the moment of courage, when you are ready to face death. The warriors embraced their last attachment to the world and were ready to give their lives to stand firm.

And then I found myself unable to rest in peace.

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