Chapter 1087: Conscious Entanglement

Conscious Entanglement

Zhao Yi's voice echoed on the Stage through the curtain.

Amidst the chaotic battlefield, Chen Ling, who was already verging on his limit, heard this voice, and his blurred consciousness returned to clarity again. After punching over the Audience member in front of him, he stood unsteadily in place, looking towards the curtain.

"Zhao Yi..." Chen Ling murmured to himself.

"According to the Integration Faction's latest theoretical doctrine, the biological DNA similarity between humans and Calamities is 47.83%, only 1% higher than yeast. Therefore, physically, we are extremely different from Calamities... But research found that Calamities also emit brainwaves similar to human consciousness, and the overlap rate is as high as 95%."

"This means that under specific conditions, humans can undergo Conscious Entanglement with Calamities, and even potentially completely replace the Calamity's consciousness!"

"And this process is called [Slaughtering the Calamity] in the Integration Faction's doctrine!"

Zhao Yi's voice was incomparably loud. Although Chen Ling didn't quite understand the first half, when he heard "undergo Conscious Entanglement with Calamities" and "potentially completely replace the Calamity's consciousness", streaks of faint light lit up in his eyes.

This was Chen Ling's first time hearing the concept of [Slaughtering the Calamity], but from the looks of it now, the Integration Faction's theory was extremely similar to the predicament he was in.

Just as he intended to listen carefully to Zhao Yi's explanation about Slaughtering the Calamity, the "[Mockery]" outside the curtain directly disappeared. A red afterimage crossed Jian Changsheng's sea of Killing Intent, about to attack that noisy "fly" that inexplicably appeared across space.

"Holy Son, be careful!!"

Even though the skeletal pale wolf was already vigilant enough, it still couldn't keep up with the Calamity of Mockery's speed. By the time it shouted this sentence, it was already too late...

The sky full of Red Paper abruptly twisted, rolling towards Zhao Yi's face from all directions. The end of every piece of Red Paper opened into a sinister giant mouth, crazily biting as if bestowed with life!

Boom——!!

A streak of Killing Intent sword beam almost brushed past Zhao Yi's body!

Pitch-black Killing Intent danced like flames under the night sky, acting as a curtain wall descending from the sky, isolating Zhao Yi from all the Red Paper. At the same time, an afterimage swung his sword and pierced towards nothingness, outlining a black shadow holding a Great Red Paper Umbrella...

"Calamity of Mockery, you found the wrong person." Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth and smiled, "I'm not dead yet!"

The "human figure's" gaze once again shifted to Jian Changsheng, seemingly also finding this guy extremely annoying. After gently waving his hand, a scarlet pupil disappeared from his eye socket. The next moment, a massive Red Paper eye hung high above the sky vault like a red sun.

As the red sun eyeball locked onto Jian Changsheng, another ominous premonition surged in his heart...

"Damn it, do I have to die two more times?"

Jian Changsheng muttered, and then turned his head to shout loudly at Zhao Yi,

"If you have something to say, say it quickly!! I can't stall for too long!!"

Zhao Yi: ...

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, trying his best to break free from the oppressive feeling of the life-and-death crisis. Compressing the theory that Integration Faction scholars took over a dozen class hours to explain, he shouted again:

"The key to [Slaughtering the Calamity] is not the 'slaughter' between humans and Calamities, but the 'annexation' of consciousness!"

"No matter how two people fight, in the end both sides will suffer. Moreover, human consciousness is relatively weak, and in most situations is not a match for Calamities... If you want to truly defeat a Calamity, you must first become the Calamity!!"

Hearing these two sentences from Zhao Yi, the skeletal pale wolf couldn't help but speak:

"Holy Son, you compressed this way too much... Can Chen Ling understand??"

At this time, Zhao Yi's voice was hoarse from shouting. He coughed twice in succession, nodding his head without hesitation:

"He can, this kid is much smarter than me..."

The skeletal pale wolf opened its mouth, wanting to complain "being smarter than you is nothing rare", but thinking about the current situation, it still forcefully held it back.

"Then he better be able to understand it quickly." The skeletal pale wolf glanced at the gradually shrinking sea of Killing Intent beneath Jian Changsheng's feet, its tone somewhat low,

"After all, we don't have much time left..."

...

"Not 'slaughter', but 'annexation'..."

While Chen Ling was doing his best to resist the Audience swarming up around him, he was constantly pondering the meaning of these words in his mind, his brows tightly furrowed.

His fight with the Audience was essentially a fight over the Stage. And the only way to fight over the Stage was to beat everyone except himself off to the Audience Seats... This could only rely on "slaughter". If so, what did "annexation" mean?

How was he supposed to annex this group of "Audience"?

Chen Ling had no clue, or rather, his spirit had already been tortured to the extreme by the pain of his flesh and blood, fundamentally unable to think rationally like normal...

Every punch he swung was executed with the mentality of it being his final strike. His stamina had already neared its limit long ago. Moreover, under the Audience members' crazy attacks, he completely didn't look human anymore. His original skin had already fallen off, revealing the pitch-black body underneath that was identical to the Audience.

A black shadow fighting with densely packed black shadows on the Stage. At a glance, one couldn't see clearly which one was Chen Ling at all. Only that complex Theatrical Robe and sinister Nuo Mask were still distinguishing Chen Ling from other Calamities.

Bang!

Finally, Chen Ling's tottering body was kicked heavily to the ground.

Pain and exhaustion transmitted from every inch of his entire body, making Chen Ling's spirit dazed and sluggish. He struggled wanting to climb up from the ground, only to be kicked down again and again by the Audience members swarming up afterwards.

With Chen Ling's fall, the interference to the Calamity of Mockery became more and more scarce. The red and black flames began to dissipate visibly to the naked eye. Jian Changsheng, who was still fighting with the Calamity of Mockery outside, only felt the pressure becoming greater and greater. Just slightly losing focus, he would be split right through by the Great Red Paper Umbrella...

"Trouble..."

Jian Changsheng respawned in blood and Killing Intent, but this time he could clearly feel that the Demigod Killing Intent he stored was almost exhausted. Persisting for at most a few more minutes, he would fall in Rank, reverting back to Fourth Order.

By then, the Calamity of Mockery killing him would be simpler than pinching an ant to death.

Thump——thump thump...

The roaring sound of trampling echoed by Chen Ling's ears.

He vaguely felt that several pairs of palms were dragging his body, walking step by step towards the edge of the Stage, as if throwing out trash, about to throw him into the Audience Seats...

Chen Ling's consciousness gradually sank into the abyss.

Just at this time,

Ning Ruyu's blood-soaked figure instantly flashed past his mind.

"First Senior Brother..." Chen Ling murmured like sleeptalking, his eyes slowly opening once again.

At the same time, the figures of other senior brothers and sisters in the Ancient Vault of the Drama Path, as well as Yao, Jian Changsheng, and others, also surged into his heart one after another... Chen Ling wasn't afraid of death, but if he died here, everyone he cherished would be buried here.

Unwillingness and anger once again filled Chen Ling's heart. He didn't know where the strength came from either, but his pitch-black hands reached out once again, tightly grabbing the arms of those Audience members preparing to throw him down...