Rosie tried to move her fingertips, and the piercing pain spread all over her body.The blood loss made his body cold, numb, and abnormally sluggish. Only the pain still clearly whipped the perception area of the brain, and it was like a dangling rope, pulling him up from the deep pool of death.

This is not the first time he has faced death directly, and the feeling of dying is not new to him.However, he has never had such a weird experience, like the source of a fountain suddenly cut off, the wounds on his chest and abdomen stopped bleeding, and the blood beads on the surface flickered and condensed into a frozen entity.

He could even hear the sound of cell division strangely. The new cells were continuously produced at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a bottle of sparkling drink that had just been opened. A large amount of foam gushed out of the bottle, and countless cells wrapped the bullets left in the internal organs.The coagulated blood spilled upwards, and the two bullets rolled to the ground, jingling.

The skin grows rapidly, and the smooth as new skin covers the part below the blood scab, and the old scab shatters into powder and falls off.The heart began to pump blood vigorously, his body surface temperature rose, and his muscles and bones were strong and flexible.

Everything happened within a few seconds. In the Huanhai system, it takes ten minutes for an ordinary person to heal a minor injury, and one or two minutes for a mentally strong person. Only those who recover from a fatal injury in just an instantcould be...

monster.

Only those with terrifying obsessions can be invincible in the Lost City.

Rosie ignored the staring eyes of the androids, stood up, and reached for her backpack.The gunshot rang out suddenly, and this time the bullet exploded half of his arm, the blood spread like mist, and the fine blood spots splashed on the black eyelashes.

He lowered his eyes, and touched the submachine gun with his bare muscles and blood vessels. The ammunition had run out, so he threw the gun away, picked up the saber in the bag, and untied the drawstring at the mouth of the bag.The injury on the arm healed in an instant, the pale skin covered the surface of the flesh like ice, and the bullet fell to the ground in vain.

More bullets escaped from the muzzle, drawing long and thin trails, and struck Rosie who was kneeling on the ground.Rosie raised her eyes faintly, stood up and greeted the bullet rain that filled the corridor, the bullet hit her body and ripples of blood appeared, the crimson droplets engulfed his hair, his face, and the whole person was covered in a thickIn the fog of blood.

The bionics shot in unison, while retreating. Perhaps the program also sensed the killing intent, and in a situation where the numbers were overwhelming, they even timidly adopted conservative tactics.

The blood mist kept approaching them, and the bright mirror surface was obliterated by crimson.Suddenly, a dazzling gap opened in the fog, piercing through the clouds like lightning in an instant, and the military thorn in Rosie's hand sank into the power core of a bionic man!

Blue blood intertwined and fell, overflowing the handle of the thorn, and flowing into Rosie's blood-stained palm.The face that was extremely similar to his face stared at him dully, as if looking in a mirror.From the ceiling to the ground, the mirror surface was completely shattered, and cracks like spider webs spread everywhere, reflecting small figures one by one.

Tens of thousands of fragments were put together, and a kaleidoscope reflected the killing situation in the maze.Rosie pulled out the military thorn with her backhand, and countless bionics fell down in the broken mirror, the blue light of the power core went out, and the innocent and beautiful eyes slowly closed.

He took a step forward, looking calmly at his replicas.

There is no fear in Roxi's clear eyes, not because he firmly believes that he is special compared to this group of bionics, nor because the shadow left by Rosie has disappeared - on the contrary, he really doesn't care about himselfpersonality.

It doesn't matter whether Deng Huailing regards him as a substitute for Rosie, or whether he has ever fallen in love with the real him.The only meaning of his existence is to make up for the mistakes made many years ago, to pay off the debt to Cesina City, and to make the deaths of those who passed away valuable.

For this goal, he can dedicate all his energy, life and dignity without thinking, and he can turn into the sharpest sword edge, piercing Robert's throat.A sharp sword is just a tool for killing people. A tool has no personality at all, and it will never feel fear and loneliness.

In this way, he can fight with pure obsession in his heart, and there will never be a moment to back down.

The mirror cracked again, shattering into finer crystals, which rustled and fell.Rosie gripped the saber hard and pinned the other android to the wall, panting with her head down, her hair falling out.Another bionic man behind him wanted to sneak attack, Rosie raised her hand without looking back, the military thorn quickly slashed out with blood, and the arc light cut off the opponent's neck.

The blue blood surged wildly, the bionic man's head rolled down, the section of the cervical spine was exposed, blood vessels and circuits were messily entangled.The army thorn is not a weapon suitable for cutting, but in Rosie's hands, it is as powerful as a Tang knife, harvesting the consciousness of every bionic person.

The corridor gradually filled with blood and body parts, and Rosie walked over them, towards the remaining enemy troops.The gunshots were still exploding frequently, and the wounds on his body appeared and healed, just like the wind caressing the surface of the water, leaving ripples and then quietly disappearing.

"Wait." A bionic man in the crowd suddenly opened his mouth, and took the lead in lowering his gun and pointing at the ground, "Just now the command sent an order, if you can put away your weapon and stop harming the combat bionics, the government is willing to cooperate with 'Skill'Temporary truce, you can take away the clues of this location."

"A truce?" Rosie smiled, and said in a very similar, but colder voice, "Do you think I need it?"

"According to our calculations, even if you can heal yourself in a few seconds, continuing to fight is still an unwise choice. Damage to your spirit is tantamount to slow suicide. According to theory, you can't persist for a long time..."

His voice stopped abruptly, a cold star emerged from the back of his neck, and the military stab pierced his throat.Without stopping, Rosie quickly drew out her saber to attack the next person, and bright red flowers bloomed all over his body, and then was washed by the soaring blue blood, like a rainstorm washing away a field of flowers.

A lifeless body fell down, and a layer of dark purple viscous liquid condensed on the mirror under its feet, and the fishy smell permeated the corners of the maze.In the endless killing, Rosie looked in the mirror while turning back and stabbing, and was not surprised to find that the look in those eyes was strange, not hard like him, but belonged to a piece of metal, a piece of stone, a lonely emotionreplaced by inorganic substances.

—It seems that he didn't kill anyone, just killed himself in the mirror.

When Parisa stepped into the maze, it could no longer be called a "maze".Only the mirror on the huge suspended ceiling remained, and the rest of the walls and ground were violently destroyed, and the fine debris like a galaxy scattered all over the place, reflecting a decadent and confused brilliance.

Blood splattered everywhere, a blend of humans and androids, a mysterious purple.A figure stood alone in the middle of the maze, with disheveled hair and blood all over his body. It looked like he was about to fall to the ground in a second.

Rosie turned her head abruptly when she heard the voice, her fingers clenched the military thorns and was ready to go, her pale face showed his weakness at the moment.Parisa raised her hand and reminded: "It's me."

The saber fell to the ground with a clang, and Rosie fell to her knees, ignoring the fragments that cut her hands and knees to a bloody mess, trembling involuntarily.Cold sweat soaked his back and seeped through the fabric on his back.

Parisa's usual calm expression changed, she rushed over to hold his shoulders, her voice couldn't help raising her voice: "Rosie! You..."

"It's okay, no injuries." Rosie explained softly, "All injuries have healed themselves."

Parisa looked around the scene, there were piles of corpses of bionics, about 30 to 40 people, what was even more frightening was that they all had the same face as Rosie, their eyes were wide open, staring at theTwo living people.His eyes touched the hundreds of bullets scattered among the fragments, picked up one, and found a layer of human flesh and blood residue adhered to the surface of the bullet.

He could probably guess what was going on, his expression suddenly became extremely ugly, and he held the bullet and said sharply: "Are you crazy?! You actually stayed to fight with this group of bionics? The policy determined at the time was to avoid directFirefight, forget?"

"This is my personal choice, I'm afraid it has nothing to do with you." Rosie forced a glance at him.

"It has nothing to do with me?" Parisa sneered. "I am the commander of the Lost City series of operations. Under my command, no personal choice is allowed."

"Do you want to do this with me?" Rosie raised her lips casually, "So I'm breaking the rules now, kill me."

Parisa was furious in a rare way, and anger gathered in her green eyes: "Rosie, do you know what's good or bad? You've been out of touch on the channel for a long time, and I've been looking for you all the time—I'm worried that you're dying of worry!You are the kind of person who decides to sacrifice casually, I'm really afraid that one day you will risk your life!"

"Cecina's hidden clue at this location is 'you'," Rosie said nonchalantly, as if she felt that the other party's concern was nothing to do with her, and she was just throwing it at someone who had nothing to do with him, "I killedSome of the bionics, taking advantage of the fact that the bionics at the next location cannot be replenished in time, we must rush over immediately and seize the last clue in one go."

"Did you hear what I said? Do you have to talk to me about tactics at this time?"

"I heard it, but I just don't think it's necessary. You clearly saw it with your own eyes, so I'm fine." Rosie continued to explain the idea of book warfare, "The flow rate ratio of the fantasy sea system to real time is 24:1, and in Robert's case, although the bionicThe number is unlimited, but the external equipment and the space for placing equipment are limited. The androids we eliminated in the Lost City, CyberRose will take 24 times the time to transport them in, so you might as well hurryOpportunity to attack in one fell swoop."

"You... well, forget it." Parisa sighed.He finally understood one thing, he couldn't force Rosie to refuse to do things, to talk about topics that he didn't want to talk about. On the surface, that person compromised with his wrist, but on the inside, he was extremely arrogant and refused to budge on key matters..

And he is doomed not to be able to win against Rosie, because he has already fallen in love with each other, the fulcrum of the balance has been tilted, the levers in their hands are not the same, and Rosie can win everything from him with only a few chips..

He didn't know why he, who was used to being romantic, fell in love with this indifferent warrior, and he didn't know why his yearning for Rosie grew day by day in the past ten years, until he became a warrior himself.The cause of everything must be attributed to the unreasonable "I don't know".

"Let's go." Parisa stood up and held out her hand to Rosie. "I agree with your plan, and the operation continues-if you can hold it. This is indeed the best time, Robert never expectedNow that we're done with the convention center campaign, we're going to blitz the next location."

The figures of the two disappeared at the exit of the maze.After Rosie left, the wreckage and blood stains all over the ground were refreshed by the Lost City, turned into small shining dots, and dispersed in the void.

A minute later, the glass at the entrance was smashed, and Deng Huailing anxiously appeared at the door.He was delayed by bruises all over his body. Even though he rushed here against time, the time flow in the fantasy sea system was still several times faster than in reality, so he had to be one step late.

The battle here is obviously over, there is a faint smell of blood in the air, but only guns, bullets and glass shards are left on the ground.Deng Huailing leaned over to pick up a bullet and looked at it. The inexplicable bloodshot wounds on it made his heart shudder. Endless sadness filled the air, and despair, thicker than the night, surged toward him.

It's as if if he'd been a moment earlier, things wouldn't have turned out this way.