Lao Wang was also in the hands of the treasure just now, and he was happy. He forgot to remind him for a moment. In fact, according to Lao Wang's estimate, Jonas had already reached the peak of foundation building. It would be more difficult to use this heavy sword, but it would not be like this. However, he forgot that he felt it was easier because the body of the deified cell was too perverted, and the magic sword recognized the master, so he would feel lighter in his hands...

"Is it okay?" Wang Chong was so amused and wanted to pick up the heavy sword.

"Don't move!" Flying pig was heartbroken, with a look of mourning, and the eight fingers felt completely numb at this time: "Broken, broken!"

Mad, this is so fucking!

Mirror world.

In the dark night, suddenly, a bloody full moon lit up from the sky! The dark red moonlight fell on this cursed world, blooming with magical fluctuations. In this wave, one figure after another crawled out of the shadows, and they twisted silently. Then, they stood upright and looked up at the bloody full moon in the sky. The moment before they were the cursed and twisted killing monsters. Now, under the moonlight, the soul of will is returning to their scattered cognition bit by bit.

"Ao..."

"No!"

The crazy curse faded away, and when memories recalled from their minds, great pain rose from the bottom of their hearts, and they howled in despair.

Resisting the military camp...

As the bloody red moonlight fell, everyone walked out at the same time and gathered in the camp open space. The flashing yellow bonfire seemed to dilute the bloody red moonlight, illuminating everyone's faces looking at the sky.

The grief was spreading, "The day of sobering is here again."

"The most painful thing is this."

Curse is crazy, but it is not a relief to be immersed in the madness of curse, but it is obvious that the managers of the mirror world will not give them this opportunity. The bloody red moon that appears every once in a while brings awake time to all exiles. Pain that is sadder than madness grows in the chest of every survivor. They suffer the killing they make in madness. They remember everything, how to kill, how to eat raw meat, and thirsty and drink blood.

"You can't live, you can't die..."

With a long sigh, in the distance, in the bloody red moonlight, a large group of spirits with grey colors emanating from the ground, their spirits trembled, and deep pain condensed in the depths of their souls. They wanted to scream, but they could not roar or vent at all, and could only suffer all the pain silently. Their consciousness, which had just been forcibly awakened, was shattered by terrible memories over and over again, which made them constantly collapse and collapse, just like a huge rock that had exploded into gravel and crushed into stone powder, and each time it was broken deeper!

This is the truth of the prison in the Mirror World!

Death is just the first step. The real torture is the soul after death. Even if they can survive in the killing, they will tremble over and over for their beastly behavior in the day of awakening. Killing may not shake them, but when the memory of crawling on the ground licking blood rushed to their hearts, they immediately knew that everything they had insisted on collapsed. It is better to be crazy than to be awake, at least madness is forgotten.

Suicide on Sober Day? Of course, some people have done such stupid things, but these idiots will soon know that they are very wrong! Death is not the end. The souls are blocked in this mirror world. Here, the souls after death will be captured by the rules of this world. They are trapped in the dark underground and continue to receive deeper pain. It is a torture that points to the essence more directly than killing!

It is not until the last trace of soul is finely ground by pain that the last trace of soul will end. No, the so-called end is just the speculation of survivors. Perhaps the extinction is not the final end, but the beginning of another deeper new pain!

The soft discussion suddenly became low and then disappeared. All eyes were withdrawn from the bloody red moon in the sky. A figure walked out of the main tent, and all eyes were looking at him with a fiery look.

Wearing a green robe, their leader, their enlightenment star, and the guide lighthouse, drag them out of the curse, awaken their dignity, and give them hope to Buddha Mo asked!

Mo Wen followed closely by the "Four Believers" of the Resistance Army - the elephant man with a long nose is always standing in front. His sensitive nose can smell the scent of danger. A proud peacock clan followed Mo Wen closely, and his suspicious eyes swept to everyone who might touch Buddha. On Buddha's left hand, a six-eyed monkey master was following with three pairs of eyes shining brightly. On his right hand, there was a Vajra clan with a powerful body as strong as a magical weapon. The huge Vajra body was enough to shock all threats.

The atmosphere of grief was swept away with Mo Wen's arrival, and everyone's eyes became firm. The rebels were awake, which was completely different from the kind of memory and pain that brought by the day of awakening. Mo Wen brought them a dignified self, and he was the only redemption in the mirror world. As long as Mo Wen was still there, they would not fall into despair again.

And now, they want to save more brothers and sisters to join them!

Mo Wen stopped, he looked around, and Vajra knelt down in front of him. Mo Wen nodded slightly to Vajra, reached out and touched Vajra's forehead. Vajra's excited hands reached over, and picked Mo Wen up and stood on his shoulders.

When Vajra stood up again, everyone needed to look up to see Mo Wen. Everyone's eyes burst out with trust and worship. Not everyone could get Vajra's kneeling, even the powerful golden elixir. The dignity of the Vajra clan can be killed but not humiliated, and only Vajra who died standing! But here, Vajra kneeled down willingly and dedicated his dignity to Buddha, which means that he can contribute everything to Buddha.

Mo Wen looked around every face, and saw 1,016 rebels from different races.

Everyone respected him very much. In the eyes of these people, Mo Wen could feel the improvement of his ability. It was an extremely terrifying change. He himself didn't know what kind of strength he was now, especially his spiritual power, which continued to become stronger as the team of the Resistance Army expanded. This was an extremely wonderful feeling. Impressed, Mo Wen felt a hint of key. However, like the flowers and moon in the mirror, it was obvious that he could see it, but there was always a layer of unbreakable film, and he could never grasp the real key points. He still couldn't figure it out in detail.

Perhaps, if the Resistance Army continues to expand and gain more believers, he can see more clearly. Of course, although the Resistance Army's strength continues to expand, Mo Wen still tries to keep a low profile. Using this power to fight against the will of the Divine Realm is obviously an egg hitting a stone. However, what Mo Wen wants is not a real confrontation, but using his method to gain a place for the earth.

"Everyone, it's another day of sobering. In the last eleven days, we only rescued 121 brothers and sisters to join us. This number is far from enough compared to the survivors who are still in the curse. However, fortunately, these 121 brothers and sisters who have suffered as much as we have torture and suffering, all stood here today, with no less and no one left. They all chose to believe me, believe everyone, believe in our resistance army, thank you, and thank you everyone."

Many people in the crowd stood up their chests. They were the 121 people who were rescued last time. Their eyes were particularly strong, their tight lips and their tight breathing, and they had a strong sense of mission.

And they will be the main force of this rescue operation.

"Remember, we try not to use violence, let everyone know our existence, and let them come to us. Of course, sometimes violence is the only way to open up the situation. When it is inevitable, we don't need to hesitate. Everyone's safety comes first, let's go!"

Mo Wen announced the beginning of this rescue operation.

The Fallen City.

The sobering day brought by the bloody red moon is of varying lengths. Sometimes it will end in only three days, and sometimes it will take a long time for a month. This is related to everyone's strength.

The Fallen City is a place left to them for repentance in the divine realm. Only by allowing them to experience the happiness of "living" can they compare pain. This is the true meaning of punishment.

Only here can they feel some of the feelings that they should have as a civilized life.

"Have you heard of the Rebels?"

The tavern is already the third day of sobering day. The wine sealed under the cellar is opened. Although it is difficult to drink, the taste of civilization brought by the wine makes everyone who visits are willing to get drunk here. If the wine is not drunk, everyone will be drunk. Moreover, there will always be all kinds of new news here.

In the past news, most of the time, some strong master finally failed to resist and died in a certain place, or another master was sent to this damn mirror prison.

However, what news they heard the most during these two awakening days was the rebel army?

What to resist? Mirrored world? Or are they high above and control their sober or sinking prison councils like gods?

People are in prison. Even if they have a day of awakeness, they can be cursed and lose consciousness at any time, and become monsters that can only kill and lick blood. In this case, what can you resist? How can you resist?

Some old survivors who have lived long enough in the mirror world have always scoffed at such news, "Don't get involved. If anyone of you is a newcomer, listen to me, in the mirror world, don't die casually. Death will not free you, but will only make you more painful. I believe that before you came to the market, you have seen those grey undead. Death will only turn you into that kind of thing, and the pain you suffer will be ten times more than it is now!"

"But I heard that the Rebel Army had a name called Buddha, which could completely lift the curse and keep awake."

"How is it possible? Have you drunk too much pee? Lanmalot, what kind of broken wine do you make?"

"If you don't like to drink, don't drink it!"

The crazy rat Lanmalot shouted in response, saying that he was the so-called "boss" of this dilapidated tavern and one of the longest-lived survivors here. Moreover, the wine he brewed was really not blown, it was indeed as hard to drink as urine, but no one could blame him. Lanmalot was indeed a winemaking master, but even God was useless here.

Lanmalot's brows were frowning as he listened to the news about the Rebels, because he had already contacted the Rebels on the last day of awakening.

The rebels asked him to promote them, but Lanmalot saw them use tough and violent means to plunder one of his old friends, Bear Glen.

Resistance? Anyway, Lanmalot doesn't believe in the unreliable news at all. At most, it's just a group of madmen who gather together to do crazy things. He has lived in the mirror world for decades and has seen too many such things. Poor old friend Glen, without him, Lanmalot's winemaking is missing the same material. The bear man can always get honey. Glen always keeps his ability secret, but Lanmalot knows that there is a biological equipment called a hive hidden in Gran's body, which is usually used to summon poisonous bee swarms to fight, but the bear man's greedy nature makes its function become eating.

Poor Gran, Lanmalot shook his head. The reason for his captive was that the madmen knew the secret of his hive.

Alas, without honey, the wine he can take out next sober day will definitely not be as bad as urine, because he is sure that it will definitely be even harder than urine!

Lanmalot focused his will on his winemaking career as much as possible. As a person who can always be sober due to his racial talent, finding something meaningful is the motivation to survive.

Just as he was wondering whether he would tell the people gathered in the tavern that the next drink was worse than this one, Lanmalot saw the door of the tavern being pushed open by a familiar tall figure.

The smiling bear man walked in. He was wearing a white robe with a rune on it. This was not the point. The point was that this bear man was Lanmalot's old friend, and he could make his wine as hard as urine.

"Old Mi?!!"

Lanmalot called Gran's foreign name in a lost voice.

"Hey, rat, are you still alive?"

"Gum, are you okay? You're not dead?"

Gran raised his exaggerated brows, and the expression on the bear man's face was particularly rich, "Did you see me being rescued?"

"Save? Didn't they kidnapped you? Why are you still alive? You..."

"Hahaha, you old rat, your grandpa bear is living a good life. This time Grandpa bear is here to take you away."

Glen spoke and stretched out his bear claws towards Lanmalot. The drinkers around him stared blankly. They obviously knew the friendship between the bear and the mouse, so they did not rush to intervene.

Bang!

Before Lanmalot could resist, he was slapped on the ground with his claws and fainted. Glen picked him up and carried it on his shoulder, and then smiled at the people who were dazed at the table and said, "Everyone who trusts Lao Xiong will join me to join the Resistance Army. I think it is unreliable. Haha, we won't force you this time. Next day of sobering, Lao Xiong will bring Lao Qiong and prove that the Resistance Army is real, and will bring real redemption to everyone!"

boom……

Suddenly, the tavern became chaotic, and several strong auras rose slightly, but hesitantly took them back. They wanted to stop Gran. However, as soon as their momentum came into contact with each other, they sensed that Gran's fighting spirit was completely different. It was not like a decadent and aroused from the curse. The vigorous vitality made them wonder.

Several down-and-out figures joined Bear Glen. They had a desperate smile on their faces. They didn't care whether Gran believed it or not. Anyway, their bodies had reached their limits. They were not sure if they could survive the next awake day and follow Gran to the worst result. They would just hand their souls into the hands of this cursed world earlier.

The Haihuang Star World has unilaterally cut off the connection with the Star Alliance, and the only teleportation field established there has been closed. If you fly, even if the mechanical spacecraft can reach the speed of light, you don’t know how many years it will take to fly to the distant dimensional world. Therefore, if you want to go to the distant dimensional world, you will naturally walk the dimensional gate.

Last time I came here, I stayed in the magic weapon supervised by Titan. This time I walked, the black vortex airflow in the dimension gate could clearly feel the vastness of the energy even at the entrance. It was a kind of wormhole energy. Short-distance transmission may be more efficient and stable with rune transmission arrays, but if it was a very long distance, wormhole transmission could truly reach any corner of the fifth dimension world.

At this time, four figures were standing at the entrance of the Dimension Gate waiting.

"Your Highness Wang Chong." The leader is a Fire Demon Clan. The appearance of the Fire Demon Clan looks very similar to a god-like person, but her skin is slightly red, just like Senior Sister Lavier. If the skin is not slightly red, she looks no different from a normal human: "I am Graventu from the Star Covenant Guard, and I will be responsible for assisting Your Highness in this mission."

"Lucky, there is Captain Laughlaventu." Wang Chong smiled and reached out to hold him.

"Igaro."

"Iga Sword People, Iga Thirteen, Iga Chihiro."

"I've seen His Highness Wang Chong."

The four Blood Demon Clans with sheep horns reported their names. The Iga clan is also a prosperous tribe among the Blood Demon Clan. There are many masters. Although they are all real pills, as vassals of the Fire Demon Clan, these four people stood faintly beside Graventu and retreated half a distance. They both looked very respectful to Graventu and Wang Chong.

When he was an earthling, the Blood Demon Clan could easily surpass Wang Chong, but once he entered the Tianzun class, his status became different. Not to mention how the Blood Demon Clan would look up to the Earth civilization at a glance, but at least he had to maintain enough respect to Wang Chong. His Highness of the Tianmen, in terms of identity, can be on par with many elders of the seventh-level civilization such as the Blood Demon Clan.

"Your Highness Wang Chong should be the first mission of the Heavenly Lord?" Graventu said: "The first mission of the Heavenly Lord is often relatively simple, but the reward is generous, which also reflects the inner sect's emphasis on Your Highness Wang Chong. For example, this mission to conquer the Sea Emperor Star is a mere four-level semi-civilization. With the strength of Your Highness Wang Chong, you can easily level it. Moreover, with our assistance, you can get it."

"That's true." Igaro is older, and is the elder of the four Blood Demon Clan. He has always been Graventu's deputy in the Star Covenant Guard. He said with a smile: "If His Highness Wang Chong is not used to the blood of the world, he just needs to directly sentence them to the crimes. Let us take action on the rest."
Chapter completed!