Shang Jianyao looked at the figure in the old world priest suit and old-fashioned hat in front of him. There was no fear on his face, but instead he looked excited.

"Dimalco?" he asked as he confirmed.

The figure with a obviously hooked nose retracted his gaze of looking at the surrounding environment and looked at Shang Jianyao seriously:

“That’s right.

"You don't seem to be afraid at all?"

"In this situation, what's the use of being afraid?" Shang Jianyao smiled and said, "This is your awakened person's ability. Can you directly invade other people's spiritual world without going through the 'spirit corridor'?"

Dimarco smiled:

"It has a nice name, called 'Fateway'."

As he spoke, his expression became distorted, as if he could no longer suppress the emotions hidden in his heart:

"You are not afraid!

"Don't you know what I like most about seeing others fearlessness and helplessness? Don't you know how wonderful it is to end a hopeful life with your own hands?"

His expression became more and more distorted, showing indescribable violence and madness.

"Haha." He then raised his head and laughed, "Come on, let me teach you a good lesson and let you know what fear, fear, despair and helplessness are."

As he spoke, his figure split and turned into countless Dimarcos.

These Dimarcos all wore black priests from the old world and old-fashioned soft hats, surrounding Shang Jianyao in the middle.

"Is this the price you paid?" Shang Jianyao was still smiling, Yin was a little eager to try.

Dimarco laughed softly:

"Do you think I will answer you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shang Jianyao, wearing a gray-blue camouflage uniform, also split up many figures, some carrying single-soldier rocket launchers, some carrying assault rifles, some wearing white coats, some carrying stretchers, some holding small speakers, and some holding loudspeakers...

There are eight very clear figures in these figures, while the others are relatively vague.

Countless Dimarco looked at countless Shang Jianyao and forgot what he was going to do.

On the sunny island with mountains and water, Shang Jianyao Corps and Dimarco Corps formed a confrontation.

After two or three seconds, Dimarco whispered in confusion:

"You also obtained the 'Divine Mirror Pass'?

"No, it's more like a split personality..."

These words were spit out from the mouths of different Dimarcos, and they were stacked together and echoed layer by layer.

Shang Jianyao shook his head regretfully when he heard this:

"You're not doing well...

"It's impossible for each Dimarco to say something different."

The person who said this was Shang Jianyao, and the other Shang Jianyao was either laughing out loud, sarcastic, or danced to entertain the air, or used the speaker to help repeat it, and the performance was different.

All the muscles on Dimarco's face twitched at the same time, and the tyrannical and cruel feeling appeared again.

"It's just that there's no need..." Dimarcos squeezed a sentence from their throats.

Before they finished speaking, they felt bad:

Why argue with the guy opposite? This inexplicable question?

The next second, all the figures that Dimarco split up reunited, leaving only one.

This only Dimarco quickly expanded and became larger, and soon became like a mountain on the island.

"Divine Mirror Master" is one or ten thousand, and it can be big or small!

…………

In the dilapidated Dimarco room.

Gnava's eyes swept over Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen.

He instantly analyzed that their eyes were wrong and their condition was wrong.

At the same time, Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen's expressions all changed, sometimes distorted, sometimes normal, sometimes hideous, and sometimes confused.

Jiang Baimian discarded the "God of Death" individual rocket launcher and pulled out a "United 202" pistol.

She slowly raised her right hand up, as if she was about to point the gun at herself.

With the change of expression, Jiang Baimian's arm bent stopped and the muzzle was removed out bit by bit.

A gloomy feeling immediately appeared on her body, and the gun was back again.

At this moment, she seemed to have two souls, one dominated and wanted to commit suicide with a gun, and the other was in a suppressed position, relying on the instinct of survival, trying her best to fight.

This is what she is, Bai Chen is, and so is Long Yuehong.

They are all in the state of aiming at themselves with weapons and keeping the muzzle away from their bodies, switching back and forth, such as tug of war.

Gnava did not feel confused because the "decapitation action" plan formulated in advance contained corresponding content:

"Once there is an incomprehensible strange phenomenon in several humans in the 'old tune group', Gnava will perform the stunning operation."

This is a prevention of the corresponding awakening ability of Dimarco, a suspected "spiritual corridor"-level strongman.

Gnava glanced at him and found that Long Yuehong was the one who struggled to fight against the abnormality. The various weapons loaded by the military exoskeleton device were about to flip over and aimed at him.

Without hesitation, Gnava's legs exerted force and rushed directly to Long Yuehong's side.

Just as he raised his right hand and was about to knock the other person out, Long Yuehong turned to him!

At this moment, part of Long Yuehong's face, which was not covered by the military exoskeleton helmet, no longer had any expression changes.

Silently, he aimed the loaded grenade launcher at Gnava.

When attacked by "foreign enemies", the two "souls" in his body seemed to have reached an agreement: one did not want to be stunned, and the other relied on instinct to respond to all attacks.

Seeing this, Gnava rushed out with the rebound from the ground.

He didn't want Long Yuehong to use a grenade launcher, so he could only avoid taking risks and avoid them in advance.

——If the high-explosive grenade hits directly, it can indeed threaten Gnava's survival. Even if it is not hit, with the size of Dimarco's room, the aftermath may cause harm to Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, Bai Chen and others, so Gnava directly chose to give up.

This silver-black robot fully utilizes its speed, reactions and skills, and keeps trying around Long Yuehong, Jiang Baimian and others.

He did not make a rash move, and waited patiently for the opportunity. It was counted as one to be able to knock one out.

His attempts effectively slowed down Jiang Baimian and others' "suicide" progress, making the situation no longer so precarious.

…………

"Sea of ​​Origin", on the sunny island with mountains and water.

Countless Shang Jianyao tried to use "pretentious people", but it did not produce too good results.

Dimarco, who was as huge as a mountain, looked down at them and stretched out his right hand forward.

Along with this action is a grand and solemn voice:

“Visual deprivation!”

Before Shang Jianyao's eyes, darkness came silently, and they could no longer see anything.

Even if they exist in the spiritual world, in the form of consciousness, they have no real eyes and corresponding nerves, and are still deprived of all "vision".

Immediately afterwards, Dimarco's voice came to Shang Jianyao's ears again:

“Audible deprivation!”

At this moment, Shang Jianyao's ears fell silent, and no movement occurred.

Their sense of smell, their taste, their sense of touch, also begins to pass over time.

In the vast darkness of deadness, even its existence seems to be melted and assimilated.

Somewhere away from the island's "Sea of ​​Origin".

Shang Jianyao, wearing a gray-blue camouflage uniform, was suspended cross-legged in the water and did not lift his head out of the sea.

This is the last him.

——Just just now, he only used eight of himself on the island, and the others were created using the special purpose of the spiritual world.

Shang Jianyao looked very calm, as if he was thinking about something with the help of the undersea environment.

…………

Inside Dimarco's room.

Just as Gnava looked for an opportunity to stun his companions and rescued them from the strange state, Jiang Baimian's face and body trembled gently.

As if she had used all her strength, she slowly let go of her five fingers, allowing the "United 202" in her palm to fall to the ground.

When the pistol hit the thick carpet, Jiang Baimian held his left hand slightly.

The process was so difficult and so slow that it seemed to be interrupted at any time that Gnava, who analyzed the general situation, no longer approached her, so as not to affect her.

Finally, a ball of silver light burst out from Jiang Baimian's palm, rising and blooming, making crackling sounds.

The dim room was illuminated a little.

Almost at the same time, Shang Jianyao, who was originally motionless, spread his left fist relatively easily.
Chapter completed!