Chapter 986: Death Lord 3

The edge of the battlefield.

Xiong Hanzi, who didn't dare to move his eyes even for a moment, stared fixedly at the sky.

The sudden appearance of the Death Lord truly gave him a big fright.

He never imagined that the Death Lord formed from little Mo Ling would be so terrifying.

The more he watched, the more his heart trembled.

Although he didn't know what use the Death Lord spawned by Mo Ling had after it entered, aside from fighting Lin An, how could he save Lin Dui?

But after watching for a while, even if he wasn't involved, he could clearly see something was off.

"Mo Ling, that little girl... how is she getting bigger and bigger?"

"Lin Dui is getting fewer and fewer!"

He scratched his head.

In his eyes, the originally evenly matched black and white 'great army' had now reversed the situation.

The speed at which the Lin Ans were dying was obviously faster than the speed of splitting.

This meant that the Lin An corpses forcibly revived by Mo Ling were gradually occupying the 'slots' for splitting.

For a moment, the black representing the Death Lord was continually devouring that hint of white.

Due to the numerical disparity, the white shadow that should have condensed into a stronger aura now dimmed strangely.

It was as if nutrients had been deprived, preventing it from being born.

Meanwhile, on Mo Ling's side, the darkness like twin death gods was gradually condensing.

After repeated observation, even the dull-witted Zhang Tie realized it.

If they kept fighting, a second Death Lord would likely appear, while on Lin An's side, splitting would gradually become impossible.

As if realizing something.

Xiong Hanzi became more and more agitated the more he thought.

"Damn it.."

"Could it be that Chu the Great Pervert had foreseen this scene?!"

"Is he planning to create many Mo Lings to replace Lin Dui?!"

"Is the number this meme can infect limited?!"

Poor him, his brain operating at the limit, he strained to think and finally arrived at this vague guess.

But there is no doubt that this possibility absolutely exists!

However, the joy didn't last long, and Xiong Hanzi couldn't help but feel a tangle of conflict in his heart.

If that's really the case.

Then Mo Ling replacing Lin Dui in being infected would be like drinking all the poison.

But then, how could little Mo Ling return to her original state?!

Besides, Mo Ling can only become a Death Lord after dying, right?

He muttered to himself.

He, who never believed in anything, now could only, like a blind bear praying to Buddha, constantly pray that Chu An wasn't so perverted.

Since he could think of a way to break the stalemate, maybe he could also save Mo Ling.

After all, Chu An had done the thing of reviving people after death before.

Just as he was lost in random thoughts, that hint of darkness like twin death gods gradually became visible.

"Boom!"

"Boom!!"

The violent clashes of spiritual energy intertwined.

Filled with deathly aura, the Lin An army under the ability to revive the dead madly charged toward the opposite side of the sky.

Under the condition that corpses could not be killed.

Even Aberrant Mutants with extraordinarily strong combat power could not withstand up to tens of thousands of attacks at this moment.

Finally, under the corrosion of deathly aura, they turned into scattered bones on the ground.

One of the two Aberrant Mutants died, and the originally disadvantaged splitting Lin An instantly collapsed.

Large numbers of Lin Ans died.

Like a breached dam, under the huge numerical disparity, the splitting speed of the Lin An army plummeted sharply.

And the originally spreading ripples, now as if drawn by a magnet, began to flow in large amounts toward the twin death gods.

It was like an infection diversion.

For a moment, the newly appeared Lin Ans' eyes began to gradually show emotion.

Deprived of the infection source's control, above the rocket wreckage, a figure spat out from the void and slowly emerged.

His head felt like it would split.

In midair, Lin An, whose consciousness had barely recovered, stared blankly at the battle before him.

His consciousness and memory still lingered at the moment when the Second Will received the system task.

Watching 'himself' constantly rush out from before him, a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.

He took a close look.

He saw small groups of various forms of himself charging and slaughtering toward the self shrouded in deathly aura, while in the high sky, two gigantic twin death gods were madly hunting the Aberrant Mutants.

Although he still couldn't control his body nor understand what was really happening.

but seeing the scene before him, even Lin An, no matter how steadfast his mind, felt for a moment that it was utterly absurd.

What the hell is going on!!

I'm hitting myself again!?

Those two Death Gods... why does it feel so familiar to him!?

Isn't that white bone monster his own aberrant mutant form!?

His thoughts were in a tangle.

Like him, the Second Will, who had just broken free from the Meme's decline, was also a bit dazed.

He quickly scanned the battlefield.

After a moment, the Second Will seemed to think of something, and a strange expression flickered across his face:

("Lin An, we should have been controlled by the Meme just now.")

("Do you still remember the Human-Insect and the mission name?")

("If I'm not mistaken, the effect of the Meme is to strengthen the deepest thoughts of the mind.")

("The Human-Insect's original form might have been a starving human, so after he ate his own limbs? He turned into a bug that devours everything?")

("And we...")

A bitter smile appeared on the Second Will's face:

("It might be my problem.")

("I don't know what you caused over there, but here, I might just want to become independent. This causes, under the Meme's effect, the main body to constantly split into versions of myself from different times...")

Listening to the Second Will's explanation, Lin An's eyes flickered, he suppressed the shock in his heart, and quickly understood.

However, he subconsciously glanced at the Second Will.

Become independent?

No.

The Second Will's instinctive thought should be to become the sole 'self', then eliminate the other Lin Ans.

Otherwise, there's no reason for him to hit himself.

And under the Meme's influence, he should have a problem with his memory fragments.

Each memory fragment thinks it is Lin An, and without continuous memory, the fragment mistakenly believes that 'self' wants to split away from memories that don't belong to it.

Furthermore, the split-off entities only possess the abilities and thoughts from those fragments...

It's somewhat complicated...

Despite the headache, Lin An also didn't expose the Second Will's explanation.

The urgent task is to figure out what those twin Death Gods are.

Moreover, Lin An looked at the two patches of darkness in the sky and felt a heaviness in his heart, as if he were very familiar with them.

An ominous thought arose in his mind.

Death God...

Could it be... Mo Ling!?

The thought just arose.

In an instant, another abnormality came from the high sky.

Only seeing that under the attack of the massive undead Lin Ans and the twin Death Gods, the lone Aberrant Mutant could no longer hold up and was instantly blown up.

The scattered sharp bones fell like fragments to the ground.

At the same time, Lin An suddenly felt the Meme's fluctuation, which instantly released from him and poured into the twin Death Gods in the high sky.

Movement restored.

Freed!?

Lin An and the Second Will's hearts jolted violently, before they could let out a sigh of relief.

The next second.

The twin Death Gods, infused with a large amount of Meme, suddenly froze in place.

An aura even more terrifying than before began to frenziedly condense.

The originally vague darkness also gradually took on a concrete form.

Under the cloak, that face was so familiar.

Looking at the facial contours on that face, Lin An couldn't help but startle.

Although it didn't quite match his memory, upon closer look it was practically identical to her.

That is...

Mo Ling!?