Chapter 756: Crisis Approaches

c「Bang!! 」

Under the violent impact sound, the howling airflow blasted open the tightly shut stone door.

"Fall back again!"

"The monster is chasing after us!"

A fierce shout.

Lin An, who had used his last Blink opportunity, suddenly grabbed the black dragon wings behind him with a backhand, threw the black dragon attached to his back, trying to block the pursuing Crying Angel.

Anyway, the time reversal will end soon, and this extra black dragon will disappear along with it.

Not dying is still not dying.

Holding on until the last moment, Lin An almost drained his stamina to the limit.

"Roar!"

"Bang!!"

Death roar of the dragon.

Next came a ripping sound of flesh being torn.

All I saw was the black dragon still in a dazed state, instantly shattered by the stone statue.

The ferocious dragon's head was smashed into a pulp.

Like a wild dog flung off a highway, it truly died a miserable death.

Seeing this, Lin An's heart sank, yet a hint of relief rose.

As expected.

Even if the youth's body strength matched that of a Third Rank, he could not withstand this strange destructive power.

If I hadn't found a rough idea, this trial would be utterly terrifying compared to the strength trial.

"Pfft"

Blood rain scattered.

Large amounts of golden blood sprayed like molten lava.

The little creature wrapped around Lin An's wrist also woke up in shock, staring blankly at the miserably dead "self".

???

Just thrown out...

Is it another me...

After a glance, I dare not look again.

Clenched eyes shut.

The little creature shuddered all over, instinctively turned its head, and continued to wrap around his wrist playing dead.

How scary...

Accelerating, accelerating, accelerating, as Lin An rushed into the passage his mouth twitched, noticing this detail of the little creature.

No time to be distracted; he can only flee with all his might.

However, there's not much psychological burden either.

The black dragon corpses dead in the Secret Realm had already piled up half a ring.

Just get used to it.

6 hours later.

Beside Room 277, at the third turn passage.

Xiong Hanzi and Fei Ou Na stared anxiously at Lin An, whose brows were tightly knit, not daring to make a sound.

For fear of disturbing his train of thought.

Not long ago, Lin An stubbornly took two turns to escape the statue pursuit.

That thrilling scene, even if they didn't see it, just hearing the sound told them how dangerous it was.

I don't know if Captain Lin found the crucial clue.

Zhang Tie was a bit bored, and idly pulled out a can from his backside.

While looking at the trial channel's information, he reluctantly shared the can with Zhang Yong.

Eating alone, he still doesn't have that habit.

Zhang Yong's expression was awkward; his hands receiving the can didn't know what to do.

This thing... can it really be eaten...

After a while.

Leaning half against the wall, Lin An suddenly moved, causing everyone to look over at once.

Zhang Tie, who was scooping up luncheon meat with his bare hands, upon seeing this quickly swallowed the meat chunk, mumbling:

"Captain Lin, how is it?"

"What the heck is that damn thing?"

Everyone was tense.

Since Lin An said the North American War Zone's approach had a problem, there must indeed be a problem.

Looking up, Lin An smiled faintly and said:

"Pretty much done."

"I've roughly summarized the situation of this trial."

"It's pretty much as I guessed before, except for the way the Crying Angel kills..."

Prick up the ears to listen.

Killing method?

Lin An... weren't you supposed to figure out how to farm points?

How did you start researching this...

The activation conditions of the Weeping Angel—hasn't the North American War Zone figured them out yet?

Seeing everyone's doubtful looks, Lin An didn't intend to hide anything, and directly asked:

"What do you think is the essence of speed in the Agility Trial?"

"Or rather, what does the utmost speed signify?"

A counterquestion left the Awakened Ones of both theaters stunned at the same time.

On the contrary, Xiong Hanzi blurted out an answer without thinking:

"Run fast!"

"React fast!"

"Fast as lightning!"

Zhang Yong wore a black line on his head, ignored Xiong Hanzi's reply, pondered a moment, and tentatively answered:

"The essence of speed is the motion of an object?"

"The utmost speed... is light?"

Fiona, crouched beside Lin An by the wall, her eyes flickering, glanced at Zhang Yong:

"I think the same."

"But... the utmost speed might be..."

"Time?"

She gave a slight nod.

Lin An glanced at Fiona, somewhat surprised—he hadn't expected this girl's reaction to be faster than Zhang Yong's.

The answer is correct.

However...

He glanced at Zhang Yong.

To be honest, he is actually quite curious.

Zhang Yong is clearly a test subject of the second Long'an Project, so why isn't his performance outstanding?

Although he is considerably stronger than ordinary Awakened Ones, and even spontaneously unlocked his gene lock.

But... this performance falls far short of matching the reputation of the Long'an Project.

Too weak.

So, thinking this way...

Just how low did the military reduce the difficulty to lower the risk of test subjects defecting?

You know, the Second Will's perverse cognitive ability is such that even he at his current stage can't hope to match it.

No need to dwell on this point; anyway, there will be a chance to clarify.

Lin An paused a moment, then continued:

"That's right."

"The ultimate manifestation of speed is a change in time."

"In other words, a change in time must certainly manifest in this trial, right?"

Without waiting for anyone's answer:

"First, keep this in mind; we'll move on to the next question."

Lin, unwilling to be stingy, fully shared his train of thought.

Anyone who can be brought in counts, to some extent, as one of our own.

"The second question."

"For the trial mission, since the Weeping Angel was chosen as the monster, why were its traits extensively altered?"

"For example..."

"1. In the original plot, the angel statue would instantly kill the target when the observer looked away."

"2. Prolonged eye contact will assimilate the gazer."

"3. Killing the target will stitch together the corpse into a new monster."

"4. The Weeping Angel's lethal method essentially sends humans to an unknown time."

"Why have all four of these traits disappeared?"

"If it's truly a completely different monster, why would the system bother shaping it as a Weeping Angel?"

"That's like taking off your pants to fart—pointless?"

Zhang Yong's expression froze, his brows knit tightly, and he began to think.

"Lord Lin An."

"You mean..."

"These four traits must have been retained!? Either they haven't shown up yet, or they've been slightly altered!?"

"Exactly!"

Lin An nodded expressionlessly, speaking rapidly:

"I used some method to repeatedly compare the speed of the monsters we encountered with those encountered by others."

"Each time a Weeping Angel appears, its speed is noticeably different."

"And precisely because... I suspect the Weeping Angel's traits could not possibly all have disappeared, so I do not agree with the North American War Zone's line of thought."

"A monster that could be called perfect and ancient in the original storyline—how could it possibly turn into a foolish, useless thing that only shows up after waiting a few dozen seconds in the trial?"

"With a solemn gaze, Lin An opened the Joyful and Prosperous channel, constantly sharing how many points his team had farmed in the trial:"

"As expected."

"If we keep farming points like this, we'll all die."