Chapter 627 That's not the real me
"Can you also calculate this, your own killer move!!"
At that moment, his face was full of ferocity and blood red. He used the last will in Leviathan and the powerful body of Leviathan itself, and brazenly opened the rusty book to Lin En.
Just like when he confronted the God of All Machines before, Lin En used this book to fight and killed thousands of mechanical consciousnesses in an instant.
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At that moment.
Accompanied by the turning of the pages.
The dazzling blood-red light spread throughout the first chamber in an instant.
The red light was reflected on Lin En's calm cheeks, and also reflected in the empty eyes of the five dead omen-level puppets. This is an absolute killing of consciousness, and a book of extinction of all living beings under the root.
But at the moment when the page was turned, in the light, no one noticed.
Lin En's slightly raised mouth corners.
Buzz——
A terrible wave of death instantly spread from the first chamber to the entire Leviathan.
Alice turned her head suddenly, her face suddenly turned pale. Under the buoyancy of falling, she turned her head suddenly and looked towards the direction of the first chamber.
"Brother!!"
She screamed.
Because at the moment when the wave came, she found that her contact with her brother was suddenly interrupted!
And the white light that spread wildly throughout the Leviathan also began to recede slowly like a tide at this moment.
Even Silver Fantasy stopped suddenly and turned back suddenly.
That powerful and heart-pounding wave.
It also reminded her of the catastrophic method he used when facing her father.
Is he using it? !
Or...
At this moment, even the God of All Machines and Sir Ewen outside Leviathan instantly turned their eyes to the Leviathan that was constantly falling from the black fog. The God of All Machines' expression changed, and he felt the fluctuation of the instant death curse.
Although it can be clearly felt that this fluctuation is far less terrible than what he experienced last time.
But this shows one thing.
The book that should not exist in this world has been opened again!
"He used that curse?!"
The God of All Machines suddenly turned his head and looked at Sir Ewen beside him.
Sir Ewen raised his head and said solemnly:
"No, he lost the book a long time ago."
...
Leviathan.
In the first chamber.
"Hahahahaha!!"
With a tearing and hideous laugh, the rusty book slowly fell to the ground, and the thick blood-red ash appeared on it again, and the paper was slowly covered with cracks, as if it would turn into dust at any time.
In front of him, the five death-level puppets had already fallen to the ground with their eyes open.
And in front of him, Lin En, who was holding the wall, was standing there stiffly like a sculpture, with a faint mist slowly coming out of his eyes, like the stench of a brain after being melted.
He was dead.
Dr. 315, who was bound in the center, smiled grimly, and blood kept flowing out of his eyes.
But at this moment, he was indescribably happy.
He sacrificed all the remaining wills in Leviathan, but he did not die. Although he was also severely injured, the root-level soul container blocked the destructive effect of the death curse on his soul.
"You didn't expect it!"
The dark chains on his body slowly peeled off, and he ferociously tore the chains step by step and moved forward. The white light curtain in the first chamber was also rumbling away like a tide.
And all this told him.
That night doctor is dead!
"You have planned everything, but you certainly didn't expect that you would die under your own killing move!"
His eyes were bloodshot, but he could not hide his pleasure and madness.
"But you did it. You almost completed the task assigned to you by the two roots. Your means and shrewdness really amazed me!"
"But you forgot one thing. This is the dark world, and you are not a god. Even if you are a god, you can't be omniscient and omnipotent. Just relying on you, a small human, dare to control everything?!"
He didn't want to use it.
Because the curse of this book is too terrible, it has even vaguely surpassed the ranks of curses.
And if it weren't for the fact that this book had been used once, the power of the curse had also been greatly reduced. I'm afraid that even with the protection of the root-level soul container, he would not be able to escape the bad luck.
But everything is over.
The night doctor is dead, and this farce should end here!
He fiercely tore at the weakening chains, his arms slowly condensed into a sharp bone knife, and moved step by step to Lin En's body, his eyes were crazy, as if he wanted to vent all the calculations and humiliation he had suffered before.
"I will make your body disappear!"
In an instant.
He fiercely raised the bone knife and chopped it down towards Lin En's head.
Puff——
Accompanied by a huge sound of entering the flesh.
A blood mark slowly emerged on Lin En's hollow cheek, and blood slowly oozed out. Half of Lin En's head slid neatly and diagonally from his neck, and then fell heavily to the ground.
The bloody milky white brain was steaming.
But just when Dr. 315 raised the knife for the second time, a strange scene appeared. The face that had been cut off half of the head suddenly showed a faint smile.
Snap——
The hand was raised instantly, and it grabbed the bloody bone knife that Dr. 315 was about to cut off.
"Ah, it's really not polite to desecrate a dead body like this, what do you think, doctor."
Instantly.
Dr. 315's face changed drastically.
His consciousness was even more loudly booming, and he looked at Lin En's broken face with half of his head cut off, and the faint smile on his face in shock and horror.
The impact of this scene on him made him almost subconsciously take two steps back.
"What's going on?!"
"This is impossible! This is impossible!!"
Is he not dead? !
No! No! That is a death curse! He watched him being affected by the curse of the book, how could he still be alive? !
"How could you still be alive?!"
He screamed at Lin En tremblingly.
Even his body fell heavily to the ground, moving backwards as if he had seen a ghost.
Lin En stared at the half head, still with a faint smile on his face, and then slowly rubbed the cracked curse pupil in his right eye socket, saying:
"Of course it's because..."
In the distance of Leviathan, in a container in the puppet factory.
A hand broke through the transparent container with a click, stretched out from the rolling mucus, and slowly revealed the wet cheek with a mysterious smile.
"That's not the real me."
