Resurrection Empire

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At this moment, No. 38 suddenly felt that the temperature around his body suddenly became very high.

Ren Zhong's chest in front of him shone with an extremely dazzling light.

The light continued to spread.

No. 38 turned his head and wanted to run, but found that his shoulder was held tightly by Ren Zhong, unable to move.

Before dying, No. 38 asked why with trembling lips.

Ren Zhong was still smiling, and at the same time he replied: "No reason, hey, just play, just like you. In addition, I have to thank you for providing me with a new way of thinking."

"Varied……"

Before No. 38 finished speaking, he was evaporated into elementary particles.

……

Zhou Ya turned her head to look at Ren Zhong, and asked to herself, "Tang Xiangyun came to you to fulfill the bet? Do you want to see him?"

Ren Zhong: "See. But it's not Tang Xiangyun outside the door."

Zhou Ya: "Huh?"

……

Although there were some twists and turns and some unexpected things happened, such as inexplicable headache and dizziness after using the power, 38 thought that he had quickly completed the first task assigned by Hewitt Augustus.

When following the two colleagues who had become "one of our own" to leave quickly, No. 38 clenched his fist slightly, thinking to himself.

It went well, everything went so well.

First, I verified and tried the limits of supernatural powers in advance in the game of human nature, and made sure that I could indeed control people in relatively extreme emotions in batches in an appropriate environment. Down.

Then, as soon as I return to the Mengdu Group, I will definitely have the opportunity to meet Hewitt Augustus.

Next, it is time for the entire Mengdu Group and Yuanxing humans to pay the price.

Here, after the booth's glass curtain wall was raised again, Zhou Ya looked at Ren Zhong with a puzzled face, "Why did you knock me out just now? Who is that outside? What did you talk to him about?"

Ren Zhong waved his hand, "This is not something you should ask. I don't need to tell you anything."

Zhou Ya: "Huh?"

Of course Ren Zhong would not explain everything to her.

That's too complicated and unnecessary.

Hewitt Augustus really wanted to lure wolves into the house this time, playing with fire and setting himself on fire.

Ren Zhong also found the reason why he can resist No. 38's brainwashing.

He even deciphered the possible principle of the opponent's ability.

This is a kind of interference at the level of information flow, which can invade the pseudo-random brain quantum storm with the regular icosahedron law from the bottom, and tamper with the bottom consciousness of the other party.

For example, number 38 can see a clock over the heads of roughly everyone in front of him.

He also has an invisible third hand.

He can use this third hand to turn the clock above other people's heads. If the clock is turned to twelve o'clock, others will hate him especially and regard him as a deadly enemy.

But if the clock is set to six o'clock, others will trust him unconditionally.

This trick of No. 38 is effective for all Yuan Xing people, it can be said that it is invincible and invincible in the world-except for the heavy responsibility of having a truly random and chaotic thinking.

At this time, in the game field, after just a few minutes, the war has come to an end.

Not too many surprises, although the number of Hu Yang's comrades-in-arms is slightly smaller, their overall combat power is indeed far superior to that of the opponent, especially Hu Yang's own top-level combat power.

Although the opponent has a strong will to fight, but without a commander, he can only rely on a rootless duckweed-like fighting spirit that has been brainwashed to carry it to death.

After a brief stalemate, Hu Yang led his comrades to defeat the self-rescue alliance.

More than ten minutes passed, and there were more than 300 survivors on Hu Yang's side, and there were less than [-] people left in the self-rescue alliance.

The number of contestants in the field also dropped below [-] suddenly, declaring that the game had entered the finals.

At this time, nearly three hundred members of the self-rescue alliance were squeezed together, standing back to back in a group.

Hu Yang and her comrades surrounded each other from all directions, and kept squeezing the opponent's space inward.

If it was a normal Origin Star War, these people in the Self-Salvation Alliance would have surrendered long ago.

Even if the result of surrender is still death, it is at least a second to struggle for one more second.

Can live, who wants to die.

But the strange thing is that none of these back-to-back people thought of surrendering, as if they were true warriors who sacrificed themselves for lofty ideals.

Ren Zhong in the booth observed everyone's expression through holographic projection, feeling sad in his heart.

These people are too pitiful, and they will be foolish to the end.

Ren Zhong continued to zoom in and listen to the conversation of these people through the live broadcast system.

"Impossible, we can't kill her, and we will lose."

"Yes."

"How to do?"

"I'm not reconciled."

Suddenly, in the depths of the self-rescue alliance, a person whose arms and legs had already been blown off yelled at the sky, "We are sorry for the leader, I have let the leader down! I don't regret my death!"

After all, he detonated the high-explosive grenade in his hand.

Ren Zhong stood up brazenly.

Chapter 381 Meaningless Passionate

In the next 2 minutes, something happened that stunned Ren Zhong.

While the No. 1 self-detonator blew himself up, he also took away several companions around him.

Instead of showing the slightest anger at this, the other members of the Self-Saving Alliance seemed to have been awakened suddenly.

Before, they only had the idea of ​​killing Populus euphratica, and even forgot the essence of the game of human nature.

The sequelae of brainwashing on the 38th were finally revealed.

They have lost the ability of logical association, and there is only pure single-line advancement in their thinking.

After analyzing the situation, they came to the only conclusion that as long as Hu Yang couldn't be killed, everything was meaningless.

After completely losing sight of the possibility of killing Populus euphratica, they fell into a huge self-blame for not being able to realize the wish of No. 38, and couldn't extricate themselves.

Their self-blame is like water vapor stuffed in a pressure cooker, constantly accumulating and churning, but they can't find a vent.

Now they know what to do.

"We can at least use self-punishment to show shame, to confess."

As a result, one after another, the remaining members of the self-rescue alliance either pointed their guns at their temples, or pulled the fuze of the grenade and pinched it in their hands, or aimed their cannons at the ground in front of them.

Accompanied by a burst of gunshots and explosions, just 20 seconds later, more than two hundred remaining members of the self-rescue alliance completed suicide at the same time.

The uniformity of these people's actions, the decisiveness of their attitudes, and the decisiveness of their actions are simply unimaginable.

The battlefield, which was still in full swing just a moment ago, quickly fell into dead silence, leaving only a mess.

Hu Yang and her subordinates looked at each other in blank dismay.

Ren Zhong also stared at the spooky horror movie-like scene with wide eyes, unable to speak for a long time.

Although he realized the danger of No. 38 early on, the reality was beyond his imagination.

These people were betrayed by No. 38 so clearly, but none of them realized the problem, and were even crazy enough to use their lives to complete the last step of foolish loyalty.

Ren Zhong felt that if it weren't for his own existence, this number 38 would have become the absolute protagonist in the entire history of Yuan Xing civilization with this ability alone.

In the field, after a short rest, Populus euphratica sat on the ground feeling a little empty and lost.

Her adjutant sat beside her and said in a tone of pain and confusion: "Sister Hu, we won."

Hu Yang nodded, "Yes."

Adjutant: "But the game is not over yet, there is still only one person who can leave alive. Now... what should we do?"

Before the enemy disappeared, Hu Yang and her comrades were extremely united because they had a clear goal.

But now, everyone will have to face the cruel reality.

It's time to make a choice.

Hu Yang thought for a while, stood up first, looked up at the high wall blocking the game field in the distance, and said slowly: "Don't worry, I will be able to contact Mr. Ren in ten minutes, and he will find a way."

The adjutant asked: "What if... I mean, what if he..."

Hu Yang shook his head, "I believe that Mr. Xin will not lie to me."

The adjutant hummed, "I also believe in the famous Mr. Ren, but we still have to consider the objective facts. Sister Hu, look, we have too many people who are still alive. There are more than 700 people! I have never heard of it. In which game have so many people been redeemed at the same time. Especially now that we are so united. What the citizens want to see most is the good show of cannibalism that we are about to stage? This is the game of human nature The culmination of that, and we're about to be the best performers on the show. They're not going to give that up."

Someone next to him also said: "Yes, the Paradise Club has to make money. They will definitely not let Mr. Ren redeem everyone. This is inevitable."

Hu Yang was silent.

What the adjutant said is indeed true.

Even though she believed that Zhong Zhong would be able to redeem some people, including herself of course, the considerations of her comrades were also very reasonable.

At this moment, another loyal subordinate of Populus euphratica walked by.

This is a sharpshooter who has gradually emerged in recent battles, with extremely fast reaction speed, precise marksmanship, and powerful strength.

So far, this sharpshooter's record can also be ranked among the top five in the entire Populus euphratica army, and he is a recognized master.

At this time, the man was holding a gun in his hand, but the muzzle of the gun was not aimed at Populus euphratica, but at his own temple.

His eyes were filled with tears, and he said slowly: "Sister Hu, if there is really only one person who can walk out alive in the end, if I keep winning in the following internal duels, then I will run into you sooner or later. Although You once said that you would give us a fair chance to fight, but I don't want it. I don't want to point the gun at you. The people of the Self-Saving League can do this, so can I! I can't control others. I can only control Myself. So..."

As the man was speaking, the portable pistol on Hu Yang's shoulder suddenly fired, sending the gun flying out of his hand.

Hu Yang glared at each other, "What we are fighting for is fairness and dignity, what we want is fairness! What are you doing? Look down on me? Are you negating our persistence?"

The man's right hand holding the gun trembled violently, and he shook his head again and again, "No, that's not the case. I think you are more talented, sister Hu. If you walk out of here alive, you can achieve greater achievements and stand in a higher position." , then my family outside will have more hope.”

Just as he was talking, on the other side, Hu Yang's adjutant and some people beside him also pointed their guns at his neck at some point.

Hu Yang was in a hurry and shouted: "Stop! You all stop! I told you to wait another ten minutes! Why are you in a hurry! You want to say that it is for your family outside, but there are many people here who have no family? Don't they want to live? Have you considered this?"

Seeing that the others were still unmoved, Hu Yang gritted his teeth, "Okay, if it has to be like this, then well, let's all die together."

As she spoke, she also raised a bomb in her hand, and put her finger on the fuze lock.

She finally got the situation under control.

It is also suicide, but the mental state displayed by Hu Yang and her comrades is completely different from that of the self-help alliance.

What the players and the audience see from the Self-Saving League and No. 38 is a humanitarian disaster intertwined with absolute selfishness and lies, which perfectly fits the lowly human beings in the conventional cognition of citizens-the despicable persona of barren people.

But at this time, the objective facts they saw in Hu Yang and her comrades-in-arms were shining with the glorious side of humanity.

The comparison between the two not only caused strong discomfort in the hearts of the audience, but also caused doubts in the hearts of many citizens.

They thought to themselves, which one is the true face of the lower human beings?

Of course, even in such a scene, some people still lament that the brainwashing ability of heavy responsibility may be even higher than that of No. 38.

It's terrifying.

At about this time, Ren Zhong was not idle either. He was using Ma Xiacheng as an intermediary to negotiate directly with the high-level person in charge of the Human Nature Paradise section of the Shenxun Group.

The park's executives really don't want the next major event to be cut in half, which will have a negative impact on this top entertainment program.

No matter what Ren Zhong said or said, he only agreed with Ren Zhong to redeem at most five people.

But after Ren Zhong came up with the progress of the recovery plan and forced Ma Xiacheng in turn, everything was settled.

As the alarm sounded again, everyone's equipment in the arena was temporarily frozen, and the game was over.

A hole opened on the glass curtain wall in front of Ren Zhong.

He jumped out.