"Actually, I also have a question. If there was no Wang Zheng, would you like me?" Lear asked.
In Lear's life, he had always pursued power and success. The revival of the Solar System was like his destiny. He had missed out on many things in life. If there was a girl who had moved his heart, even though he had found a bunch of reasons, his heart was willing to accept her as his other half. That girl was Meng Tian.
Meng Tian was silent for a while. "No."
Lear laughed. Meng Tian was still so direct, without a trace of pretense. This was probably what attracted him to her. Because his life was too fake, he longed for reality. Wang Zheng's life was very real, but people of the same trade were enemies.
"Thank you for today." No matter what, Meng Tian still had to express her gratitude.
"I have no way of letting you leave this place, but in your last moments as a human, I hope you will not treat me as an enemy," Lear said.
Meng Tian smiled. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend. We have gone around in a big circle, and it seems like we can be friends before we die."
Looking at Meng Tian's bright smile, Lear's heart suddenly felt calm. The past seemed to come back to him. With ambition and desire, he walked step by step to the end of his life. Was this really what he wanted?
"Actually, I am quite jealous of Wang Zheng. He is so capable, how can I, a tall, handsome, and rich person, endure it? I just don't understand how he is so strong. My Ares Art is an absolute art passed down from the ancient martial arts era. Achilles and Lie Xin also have their own family martial arts. When did he learn it?" Lear smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Meng Tian seemed to feel Lear's helplessness and sorrow. Thinking about it, it was quite sad. Lear had been too stubborn, always competing with Wang Zheng. Actually, there was no need, the world was so big.
"I also don't know about this, but Wang Zheng's martial arts are indeed very strong. My martial arts were also taught by him." Meng Tian thought of the sweet times with Ceng Ming. That was her most beautiful doubt. Actually, she was talking about Lear, but also herself.
Lear glanced at Meng Tian. "I am very hurt. What kind of magic potion did Wang Zheng feed you and Aina, making you so obsessed with him? If possible, in my last moments, can I look for you? Just like this, we can chat. Looking at you, I can still remember that I was once a human."
Meng Tian nodded. "Same here. Don't make it sound like I'm better than you."
Li Er left. Meng Tian could feel that Li Er had "let go" of her. In a place like this, there was no pretense. Li Er actually did not regret it, and neither did she. She chose to follow the exploration ship to this place and was chosen as a sacrifice. What was all this for?
Could they escape?
There seemed to be an invisible hand that prevented her from escaping. She hoped that Xie Yuxin and the others could leave safely. That was enough.
"Boss, boss, I feel that you are very happy. Did you make progress with Meng Tian?" Luo Fei was very happy for Lear. He had always hoped that Lear would find joy in life, just like him. He would be happy as long as there was food to eat.
Lear's gentle gaze gradually disappeared. After a moment of silence, he said, "If I'm not wrong, Wang Zheng is the one who inherited the Oracle."
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. "With the intelligence of the Holy Church, they should be able to tell that he's like a turtle in a jar. His situation isn't any better than mine!"
Luo Fei was stunned. Could it be that what happened just now was an illusion?
The Lear who was like a spring breeze and the gentleness when he was chatting with Meng Tian were all an act???
"Not only do we have to survive, but we also have to make the people who looked down on us and abandoned us regret it. If I can't make the world like me, then I'll make them fear me!" Lear's coldness revealed an inexplicable confidence.
When he said this, Luo Fei felt that Lear … was completely resurrected. Logically speaking, he should be in a state of despair now. But?
Lear ignored Luo Fei. He already had an answer in his heart. All along, Wang Zheng had given him pressure for no reason. This was a blow to Lear's confidence. However, after determining that Wang Zheng was the inheritor of the Oracle, the passive situation changed. His desire for battle had reached its peak. This was interesting. This way, he could be more unscrupulous and fight with Wang Zheng!
"Cough cough. Boss, what's so happy about? Let me be happy too. I'm not in the mood to eat anymore," Luo Fei said.
"Don't you think that the evolution of our genes is much better than the others?" Lear said and stretched out his hands. He had already shown a part of the mutation. The process was painful, but the effect was very wonderful. Moreover, it was quite effective.
"I … don't feel anything, just a little hungry." Luo Fei scratched his head.
… Lear was speechless at this guy. "I feel that it's our Ability X. Both of us have a devouring tendency. This kind of soul compatibility is the best. We might as well pay more attention when we're in the petri dish. Our physiques might really be able to create miracles!"
Whether that was the case or not, Lear now had to work hard in this direction. Wang Zheng's chances of survival were very low. After all, it was the Great Elder who took action. Based on his judgment, the Great Elder would definitely kill Wang Zheng if he couldn't get the inheritance of the Oracle. At this stage, even if Wang Zheng had extraordinary abilities, he wouldn't be the Great Elder's opponent. The inheritance might be the strongest, but it would definitely take time.
To him, merging with the strongest Abyss Zerg genes was a way to jump out of the human frame. He didn't care what he became. The kind of power he could obtain could be defeated, but similarly, the chances were very low. The final result of the Saint was to create a new human with perfect genetic integration, not a new monster. Basically maintaining the appearance of a human, inheriting the power of the genes, and even continuing to use physical techniques and Ability X. This was the ultimate evolution. Obtaining the all-weather survival ability of the Zerg and terrifying physical fitness would give birth to a god!
The chances of both of them were very low. This was another competition. Would Wang Zheng survive? Or could he break through?
If Wang Zheng was lucky enough to survive, and he made a breakthrough, Lear could once again stand on the same starting line as Wang Zheng. However, their stage would be the entire Milky Way Alliance, or even the entire human race.
This was what Lear desired!
As for Meng Tian, it had to be said that it was half true and half false. Lear was indeed moved, but in the end, it wasn't what Lear was after.
It was definitely a miracle that someone could be so persistent in Lear's way.
In the Sacred City, dark clouds gathered and murderous aura shrouded the entire city. Looking at the methods of the Saint, one could tell that the battle of the Oracle was no joke. If they didn't get the extra tags after three days, what awaited them would be death. The massacre began in the darkness.
Wang Zheng's location, which was originally the center of the storm, was unusually quiet.
For the average trial taker, since Wang Zheng could be selected as one of the six candidates, his strength was self-evident. Those with a bit of brains would weigh their own status. Moreover, this was just the beginning. There was no need to stand out too much. He was someone who dared to put on airs in front of the Elders.
Tan Yuyang also didn't know whether to laugh or cry. As time passed, could it be that Cadillana and Bilro were afraid?
(Second update. Lear has already evolved to this stage. Don't his partners want to go to the game and trample on him? The perfect Phantom King and Golden Wheel Battle King, the king of close combat and long range combat, reappearing on the road to becoming a god. Once you have it, there's nothing else to ask for!)
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