Just as his mind was in chaos, a formless and terrifying force quietly approached his huge body. It was the power of the God Race that Yu Ting had gathered again.
But Yu Ting was not in a hurry to detonate it. Instead, he let the power that was mixed with his divine power and soul stick closely to the back of the blood pigeon, and then continuously seeped in like water.
As for Chen Guang, even though his mind had long been tortured by the dilemma, his body continued to chase and kill the players around him with the instinct of the blood pigeon's phantom beast.
It was said that after an actor got into character, there might be a situation where he couldn't get out of character. In the past, this kind of thing would never happen to Chen Guang, who was the world's best actor.
But this time, he found himself in an extremely awkward situation.
His mind was extremely clear, but he couldn't control his "body" at all.
The blood pigeon's huge body might be acting according to the instinct of a real phantom beast, or it might be driven by the second personality that he had used his acting skills to hypnotize himself.
What made him feel the most helpless was that he was extremely calm and clearly watching everything that was happening, but he couldn't stop it.
In other words, he didn't know what choice he should make at this time.
Should he go against the self-restraint that he had all along and choose to walk the path of becoming a god?
Or should he forcefully take back the control of his body, let these mortals go, and then accept the outcome of the mission failure, so that he, the master of the Holy Grail, could personally feel the mystery of the so-called "reset"?
Perhaps self-sacrifice could make him look great, but he was unwilling.
Besides, there were too many changes in the mission of the Realm in Cup this time, so he couldn't help but worry about everything in the outside world.
Perhaps, the real world had completely invaded?
Then, his reality might no longer be the reality of the past?
As the initiator of everything, as the only person in the world and perhaps the entire universe who knew the truth of the Heavenly Holy Grail, and as the only person who could control the power of the Holy Grail, if he died easily, what kind of change would it bring?
Would it be the end of the world, the end of the universe?
Chen Guang asked himself, sometimes I'm great, but sometimes I might be selfish.
If he really lost everything, even if the earth was destroyed, he couldn't do anything about it. But he always wanted to protect the people that he really cared about.
If he were to die in the World in the Cup now, then the countless dreams he had made in the past would all be for naught.
Parents, friends and relatives, and everyone who was related to him or not, might turn into nothingness in this completely changed world, becoming something that had never existed in the first place.
So what am I supposed to do?
It seemed that he could only allow himself to transform from a human into an even more "great" god?
As Chen Guang was thinking about this, he suddenly felt an itch on his back.
He wanted to scratch, but he had no hands, only a pair of stiff wings.
Then, a soundless vibration suddenly came from his back. However, this vibration did not originate from a single point. Instead, it originated from the entire back of his Blood Pigeon Body, moving forward and penetrating bit by bit.
The terrifying impact came so suddenly and silently, but it was unstoppable.
After the numbness and itchiness, there was an intense burning sensation.
Blood Pigeon raised its head slightly and looked back, but there were no fireworks or smoke.
But the strong impact did not stop for a moment, and the intense pain spread from Blood Pigeon Body to Chen Guang's ego.
He had a feeling that he might have been splashed with acid.
Then he tried to turn his body, rubbing his huge back against the sand of the colosseum, but it was useless.
The seemingly never-ending impact continued to spread along Blood Pigeon's skin bit by bit at the molecular level, just like ten thousand nuclear-powered icebreakers working on the Antarctic continent.
In the distance, Yu Ting gritted his teeth. His mind was filled with the resentful curses of the rest of the God Race.
But Yu Ting turned a deaf ear to them. He had already ignited the divine fire of the remaining gods' souls, and completely detonated the divine power.
Apart from this method, he could not think of another way to kill Blood Pigeon.
"Shut up! You idiots! Don't forget, this is an order passed down by the Will of the Origin. Completely losing this divine soul but completing the mission is not a loss. The Will of the Origin will not mistreat any deity who has contributed to the endless Divine Realm! "
Vithenny, who was beside Yu Ting, tried to defend him.
However, this was meaningless. At the very least, in this mission space, Yu Ting had used his authority as the leader of the advance party to ignite the power of the other Protoss. No matter how indignant and resentful the other Protoss were, the process was irreversible.
Chen Guang had to stop himself from pouncing on Fat Man and the genius student. He flipped on the ground again in an attempt to extinguish the "fire" on his back.
But it was all in vain. The excruciating pain penetrated through Xue Ge's skin and continued to spread to his muscles and bones.
In the eyes of the onlookers, the arrogant Blood Pigeon suddenly fell to the ground and struggled as though he was in excruciating pain.
After a short moment of hesitation and panic, the remaining gamers, led by the hale and hearty elder, made a decision.
Fight!
Mr. Dang was right. If the Celestial gamers perished, the mortals would be next.
Against Blood Pigeon, who had entered the third stage, without Mr. Dang, the strongest MT and the strongest damage dealer, the mortals had no hope.
"Let's do it, Sister Peasant. Otherwise, we'll miss our last chance!"
The female Elf Archer, who was beside Peasant, said.
Peasant gritted her teeth and said, "Wait a moment, I think Blood Pigeon is Mr. Dang."
She finally voiced her conjecture.
"How is that possible?"
The other girl found it hard to believe.
Peasant said, "In Mission Eight, Mr. Dang didn't complete the mission, but he didn't die. I suspect he triggered a special event and became a BOSS. Didn't Blood Pigeon write on the ground? "
"That's a trap! The Mythical Beast BOSS is trying to make us lower our guard. No matter what, he has started killing the Human gamers, and we have no choice! Even if he's Mr. Dang, what's the use? We are on opposing sides. If we don't kill him, we will die! "
The other girl said agitatedly.
Facing Blood Pigeon, who was suddenly injured, everyone knew that this might be their last chance.
Peasant trembled. She knew that her companion was right.
"Make a decision. We don't have time to hesitate," the Elf Archer said.
The elven archer said again.
Finally, Peasant nodded and gritted his teeth as he said, "Alright … alright."
In the blink of an eye, the Elf Archer aimed at the Blood Pigeon. Peasant held the hourglass in his right hand and placed his left hand on his Longbow.
On the other side, the fat household appliance man and the middle school student, who had been running away in panic, turned around. They put on their equipment again and charged at the struggling Blood Pigeon with no regard for their lives.
Although their equipment looked comical, their power was quite extraordinary.
The production line robot that the fat man was sitting on was more than ten meters tall. It could produce the metal waste at an average speed of one microwave oven every five seconds, and then use the high-speed conveyor belt on its shoulder to throw it out, just like a battering ram in a movie.
As for the young prodigy, although he was wearing a strange armor, he did not fully utilize the awakened ability of the fat household appliance. Instead, he strangely tossed out grayish-black energy balls from the cockpit from time to time. The balls wobbled as they floated towards Blood Pigeon's head. Then, they would hit Blood Pigeon's body like water bubbles, but there was nothing strange about it.
The greatest threat to Chen Guang was the Elf Archer's Magic Arrows, which were enhanced by Peasant's time effect.
Every arrow hit the vital parts of the Blood Pigeon's body. It was either the eyes, the neck, or the slightly opened beak of the Blood Pigeon. It was commonly referred to as the deep … throat.
Chen Guang, who had been in the Jianghu for tens of thousands of years, had never been in such dire straits.
This sort of feeling was perhaps even more painful than the feeling of true death in the Sea of Momentary.
At the very least, he would be able to die once and for all, and he would also know how many times he could revive after he died.
It was a little painful, but he wasn't worried.
Now he was worried because he didn't know if he could revive.
In addition, he felt terrible in his heart as well.
On one hand, he was questioning himself. On the other hand, he was suffering from the corrosive poison that was destroying his body. On the other hand, the Human that he wanted to protect was trying to kill him.
At this moment, his spirit was gradually shaken. His original self, which had left his physical body, was slowly returning to his physical body and was showing signs of reuniting with Blood Pigeon's consciousness, which was controlling his physical body.
But he couldn't do that.
If his consciousness were to reunite with his physical body, what awaited him would probably be rage to the point where he would completely lose his rationality.
He finally found out why his consciousness was detached from his body. It was the aftereffect of using the Meditation Technique in the Labyrinth of Chaos.
The aftereffect was about to dissipate because of his emotions.
The Elf Archer's Magic Arrow pierced his throat and penetrated downwards. The arrow transformed into pure destructive energy that destroyed the Blood Pigeon's chest.
Intense pain came again. The Blood Pigeon turned around angrily, flapped its wings, and roared.
But just as it was about to pounce, there was a loud noise behind it. Blood spurted out like a fountain.
This time, the Blood Pigeon's entire back was gone.
Countless feathers scattered in all directions, along with shattered flesh, bones, and exploding blood.
When the bystanders looked over, they only felt that this huge blood pigeon had turned into a huge flower of blood that had suddenly bloomed.
This explosion sent the blood pigeon flying forward again. Her feet left the ground by accident, and she was immediately suppressed by the last remaining force of the magic array.
The flower of blood was flattened as if it had been smashed by a spatula.
The Blood Pigeon's huge body trembled, but it didn't move anymore.
"Is it dead?"
The fat man tried to throw a microwave at the pigeon, and even smashed it into its body, which was still gushing with blood.
Chen Guang's second personality in the Blood Pigeon's body collapsed under the sudden burst of pain.
His real self was being pulled by an unknown force, trying to get back into the Blood Pigeon's body.
Even Chen Guang felt sad when he saw the Blood Pigeon's miserable condition. He tried to resist it.
On the one hand, he tried to form a new consciousness in the Blood Pigeon's body, and on the other hand, he tried to use a method to calm his own consciousness.
But it was all in vain. Although it was a mental method, it still needed the cooperation of the three aspects of essence, qi, and spirit.
His bird body couldn't use complicated human martial arts at all, not to mention that he was seriously injured.
While tearing at the Blood Pigeon's body, he resisted at the same time. The struggle of consciousness made his mind fall into another extremely mysterious realm.
His "soul" was suddenly separated from the Blood Pigeon's body, and he could even look down at himself.
He was still alive, but his soul had left his body. But the body that left his body was not his real body.
Besides, he existed in this World of Cups as a spiritual body.
Even if he had a physical body, it should be a fake body created by the energy of the World of Cups.
No matter how real the feeling was, as the master of the Holy Grail, the experiencer of the World of Cups, and the real sufferer of the test, he had a clear understanding of it.
He knew in his heart that this body of his was fake.
But now, even his fake body had been inexplicably stripped away.
Chen Guang's mind stopped at the same place. Looking at the Blood Pigeon's miserable condition, he felt like he was flying freely in this World of Cups after being separated from his body.
He wanted to stay awake, but he couldn't control the strong feeling of separation and the endless expansion of the tentacles of his mind.
Everything in the colosseum seemed to be touched by the tentacles of his mind. Not only that, his consciousness kept spreading to the sky above his head.
At this moment, he felt like he had become one with the colosseum of the Slaughtering World, but at the same time, his "soul" was being pulled into the Blood Pigeon's body.
It was a painful torment, but it was also an unparalleled pleasure.
He seemed to be gradually turning from a mortal to an omnipotent and omniscient god, but on the other hand, he was a heavily injured pigeon struggling on the ground, unwilling to die.
His illusory body was dying, but his real soul was expanding infinitely.
The threads of his mind, like the tentacles of a jellyfish, spread upward over the one-kilometer diameter colosseum, and kept going up and up.
With the mosaic audience in front of him, Chen Guang originally thought that the blue sky and white clouds above the colosseum were just high-quality pictures. But when his mind really began to spread upward, he found something strange.
There was no picture of the dome, and the sky might be real.
But there was no limit to the upward extension of his mind, and his left and right were still trapped in the one-kilometer diameter of the cylinder.
His mind kept spreading upward at a speed that completely surpassed the speed of light, trying to touch the blue sky and white clouds.
This was not his active behavior, but he couldn't control his mind at all, just like water that couldn't control itself from spreading in a sponge.
The threads of his mind were different from the spiritual force, but the thoughts of his soul body seemed to be merging with the whole World in the Cup.
But this World in the Cup was very strange. The surface space was only one kilometer, but the vertical space was endless.
Suddenly, there was a "pop" sound.
Chen Guang's mind seemed to break through something.
Then he saw a completely dumbfounded scene.
He saw himself!
Not the bald guy in the World in the Cup, but the real him!
The "himself" was holding the steering wheel with both hands, looking straight ahead with a pained expression.
This was the "himself" who was driving to the airport outside!
"Where the hell am I now?"
Chen Guang's mind slightly "looked down" and saw the Supreme Holy Grail on the cup holder of the car!
"Holy sh * t!
It means my mind rushed out of the cup!
What the hell is this situation! "
Looking at the "himself" in front of him, Chen Guang's mind was in a mess.
"Wait a minute, is this all of my consciousness or part of my consciousness that came out?"
"Most of my thoughts are in the World in the Cup, and the part of my thoughts that came out now …"
"Wait, a person's thoughts should be a complete individual, so the current me should still be the complete me."
"But half of it is in the cup, and the other half is outside, looking at" me "?"
"Liuli?"
Chen Guang tried to call Liuli in his mind, but still no one paid attention to him.
He "looked" outside the car again. The car that should be speeding on the highway at 120 km/h was completely still.
He simply floated out of the car and looked around.
In front of him was a world that had come to a complete standstill.
The sun hung high in the sky, its light soft.
The wheels that should have been spinning at high speed were completely still.
The white smoke coming out of the exhaust pipe dragged a long line behind the car, and the further it went, the lighter it became.
He could even "see" the flame in the internal combustion engine that was "frozen"!
The leaf that flew over from the side of the highway quietly hung in the air, about seven or eight meters in front of his car.
Chen Guang "walked" over and stretched out his "finger" to try to touch the leaf, but he touched nothing.
"Wait, I don't have fingers at all!"
Chen Guang suddenly realized that he was just an existence made up of thoughts. Compared to the rules of the outside universe, he should be something that didn't exist at all.
"Also, why is my thought no longer spreading?"
"Maybe in the rules of the outside universe, the diffusion of my thought is suppressed?"
With a thought, Chen Guang flew up.
He floated in the air and looked at the bird that was flying forward with its wings spread, but it was also completely still.
Thinking about the flow of time in the outside world when he was in the World in the Cup, he was sure of his guess.
When he was in the cup, the flow of time in the outside world was indeed changed.
Maybe it wasn't completely still, but at least it was slowed down countless times.
This shouldn't be something that he could see and feel, but because of the mutation of the Slaughter World this time, it was completely presented to him in such an incredible way.
"Now that I'm out, what's the situation in the cup?"
With a thought, his thought returned to the cup. He could still see the body of the blood pigeon lying on the ground, and the blood and flesh splattering in the air.
The drops of bright red blood were also suspended in the air.
The time in the World in the Cup was also confused.
His thought was in two different planes at the same time, so compared to his thought, the two worlds had become a static existence.
"Is this possible?"
After complaining, Chen Guang let out a long breath, and inexplicably relaxed.
The sense of urgency that had never weakened since entering the World of Slaughter suddenly disappeared from his body.
"You may not believe it, but I feel like I pressed the pause button when fighting a boss."
Since time has stopped, I can finally catch my breath and rest for a bit!
He found that he really didn't need to worry.
He had endless time to think about how to deal with the situation in front of him because the concept of time had disappeared!
At this moment, in the Slaughter World, Peasant didn't know that the sand in the hourglass in her right hand was falling.
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