Shang Jianyao looked at the figure in front of him, dressed in an old-world clergyman's robe and wearing a dated soft hat. There was no fear on his face, but rather an excited expression.
"DiMarco?" he asked, as if confirming.
The figure with a prominent hooked nose withdrew his gaze from surveying the surroundings and looked at Shang Jianyao intently:
"You could say that.
"You don't seem scared at all?"
"What's the use of being scared in this situation?" Shang Jianyao laughed. "Is this your Awakened ability, to directly invade someone's mind without going through the 'Mind Corridor'?"
DiMarco smiled:
"It has a nice name, called 'Destiny Vision'."
As he spoke, his expression twisted slightly, as if he could no longer suppress some emotion hidden within:
"You're not even scared!
"Don't you know I love watching people in fear and helplessness? Don't you know how wonderful it is to end a life full of hope with my own hands?"
His expression became more and more distorted, revealing an unspeakable violence and madness.
"Haha." He then threw back his head and laughed. "Come on, let me give you a good lesson, let you know what fear, terror, despair, and helplessness are."
As he spoke, his figure split apart, turning into countless DiMarcos.
These DiMarcos were all wearing old-world black clergyman robes and wearing the same dated soft hats, surrounding Shang Jianyao in the middle.
"Is this the price you pay?" Shang Jianyao still had a smile on his face, with a hint of eagerness.
DiMarco chuckled:
"You think I'd answer you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Shang Jianyao, dressed in gray-blue camouflage uniforms, also split into multiple figures. Some carried single-soldier rocket launchers, some held assault rifles, some wore white coats, some carried stretchers, some held small speakers, some held megaphones...
Among these figures, eight were very clear, while the others were relatively blurred.
Countless DiMarcos looked at countless Shang Jianyaos, and for a moment, they forgot what they were supposed to do.
On an island with mountains, water, and bright sunshine, the Shang Jianyao army and the DiMarco army formed a standoff.
After two or three seconds, DiMarco muttered in confusion:
"You also obtained 'Divine Mirror Vision'?
"No, this is more like multiple personality disorder..."
These words came from the mouths of different DiMarcos, overlapping and echoing in layers.
Hearing this, Shang Jianyao shook his head regretfully:
"Your performance isn't very good...
"You can't even have each DiMarco say different things."
It was one of the Shang Jianyaos who said this. Other Shang Jianyaos were either bursting with laughter, speaking sarcastically, dancing for entertainment, or helping to repeat the phrase with the megaphone, each showing a different expression.
The facial muscles of all the DiMarcos twitched simultaneously, and that feeling of brutality and cruelty reappeared.
"It's just not necessary..." The DiMarcos squeezed out a sentence from their throats.
Before they finished speaking, they felt something was wrong:
Why were they arguing with that guy about this inexplicable question?
The next second, all the figures that DiMarco had split off into reassembled into one.
The only DiMarco rapidly expanded and grew larger, soon becoming as large as the mountains on the island.
"Divine Mirror Vision" is one and many, capable of being large and small!
…………
Inside DiMarco's dilapidated room.
Genaeva's gaze swept across Shang Jianyao, Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen.
He instantly analyzed that their eyes were wrong, their state was wrong.
At the same time, the expressions of Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen changed, sometimes twisting, sometimes normal, sometimes grim, sometimes confused.
Jiang Baimian discarded the "Death" single-soldier rocket launcher and pulled out a "Joint 202" pistol.
Her right hand slowly raised, as if to point the gun at herself.
Along with the change in expression, the bending of Jiang Baimian's arm stopped, and the muzzle moved outward little by little.
A gloomy feeling immediately surfaced on her again, and the muzzle moved back again.
At this moment, she seemed to have two souls, one dominating, wanting to commit suicide with the gun, and one in a suppressed position, relying on the instinct to survive, desperately resisting.
She was like this, Bai Chen was like this, and Long Yuehong was also like this.
They were all in the state of aiming at themselves with weapons and moving the muzzle away from their bodies, switching back and forth, as if in a tug-of-war.
Genaeva did not appear in a state of confusion because the "Decapitation Operation" plan formulated in advance had corresponding content:
"Once strange phenomena that are difficult to understand appear on the bodies of the humans in the 'Old Task Force,' Genaeva will perform a stunning operation."
This was a prevention against the corresponding Awakened abilities of DiMarco, a suspected "Mind Corridor" level expert.
Genaeva glanced around and found that Long Yuehong was the one who was most struggling to resist the anomaly, and the various weapons loaded on the military exoskeleton device were about to flip over and aim at himself.
Without hesitation, Genaeva used force in the metal joints of his legs, and the whole person pounced over directly, landing on Long Yuehong's side.
Just as he raised his right hand, preparing to stun the other party, Long Yuehong turned to him!
At this moment, the part of Long Yuehong's face that was not covered by the helmet of the military exoskeleton device no longer had any changes in expression.
Silently, he aimed the loaded grenade launcher at Genaeva.
When attacked by an "external enemy," the two "souls" in his body seemed to have reached an agreement: one did not want to be stunned, and the other relied purely on instinct, responding to all attacks.
Seeing this, Genaeva, taking advantage of the rebound from the landing, suddenly pounced sideways.
He didn't want Long Yuehong to use the grenade launcher, so he could only avoid taking risks and avoid it in advance.
——If the high-explosive grenade hit directly, it could indeed threaten Genaeva's survival, and even if it did not hit, with the size of DiMarco's room, the aftermath was likely to cause damage to Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, Bai Chen, and the others. Therefore, Genaeva directly chose to give up.
This silver-black robot fully exerted his speed, reaction, and skill, constantly making attempts around Long Yuehong, Jiang Baimian, and others.
He did not act rashly, patiently waiting for an opportunity, stunning one counted as one.
And his attempts effectively slowed down Jiang Baimian's and their "suicide" progress, making the situation no longer so precarious.
…………
"The Sea of Origins," on that island with mountains, water, and bright sunshine.
Countless Shang Jianyaos tried to use "Affected Person," but it didn't produce very good results.
The DiMarco figure, as huge as a mountain, looked down at them and stretched out his right hand forward.
Accompanying this action was a grand and solemn voice:
"Visual Deprivation!"
Before the eyes of each Shang Jianyao, darkness descended silently, and they could no longer see anything.
Even though they were in the Mind World, existing in the form of consciousness, and had no real eyes and corresponding nerves, they were still deprived of all "vision."
Immediately afterwards, DiMarco's voice entered the ears of the Shang Jianyaos again:
"Auditory Deprivation!"
This time, silence returned to the ears of the Shang Jianyaos, and no more sound was produced.
Their sense of smell, their sense of taste, their sense of touch, also began to fade away over time.
In the boundless darkness of silence, even their very existence seemed to be dissolved and assimilated.
Somewhere in the "Sea of Origins" far away from this island.
Shang Jianyao, dressed in a gray-blue camouflage uniform, sat cross-legged and floated in the water, not bringing his head out of the sea.
This was the last of him.
——He had only used eight of himself on the island just now, and the others were created using the special properties of the Mind World.
This Shang Jianyao looked very calm, as if he was thinking about something using the underwater environment.
…………
Inside DiMarco's room.
Just as Genaeva was looking for an opportunity to stun his companions and rescue them from their strange state, Jiang Baimian's face and body trembled slightly.
As if using all her strength, she slowly loosened her fingers and let the "Joint 202" in her palm fall to the ground.
When the pistol smashed onto the thick carpet, Jiang Baimian's left hand clenched into a fist, little by little.
This process was so difficult, so slow, and seemed to be interrupted at any time, that Genaeva, who had analyzed the general situation, no longer approached her, lest he affect her.
Finally, a ball of silver-white electric light burst out from Jiang Baimian's palm, soaring and blooming, crackling.
The dim room was slightly illuminated.
Almost simultaneously, the originally motionless Shang Jianyao relatively easily unfolded his clenched left fist.
There was a yellow-green luminous pearl.