Addicted to Acting, I Seem to Have Screwed Up the Style of the World

Mordred raised his sword and swung it quickly, each time bringing enough magic power to damage a huge stone pillar.

"I am King Red, I shall suppress all enemies!"

Mordred, who seems to have started the fate record in some way, said so, and at this moment, Paimeng shot with all his strength. In the eyes of outsiders, this smashing technique is just two words, professional.

It's a pity that this professional smashing skill is not in a good state in the current situation, simply because smashing people can't cause any damage at all.

Through the character card, he can learn the experience of the corresponding character, but in the character card he has obtained so far, he is not particularly proficient in combat.

What's more, it seems that I haven't obtained a character card for a long time. After all, those improvements may not be as good as learning the knowledge I saw in Yog's library, and the magic obtained directly through the concept of magic.

Although he is not good at fighting, he has used it so many times anyway, so Xia Qing manipulated Paimon to pass through the space in front of Mordred without any injuries.

However, as time goes by, the possibility of not being attacked at all is gradually decreasing. The confrontation between Paimon and Mordred will only result in being completely invisible to ordinary people.

Every second was spent in constant confrontation, and Paimon couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when Mordred's King Red form was about to disintegrate.

"This guy... can really hide."

Sensing the gradual loss of power in his body, Mordred frowned slightly.

At this time, Paimon said with a hint of excitement in his tone: "Okay, I finally dragged you until that power disappeared. Next... Mordred, ushered in death in the trial of the Archon's Spear Bar."

And Mordred who heard this sentence stabbed Paimon with his sword while he was not paying attention: "Although I have become weaker, it does not mean that you have become stronger!"

At this time, Paimon, who pretended to underestimate the enemy, gradually became more vigilant under Mordred's attack, but vigilance could not make up for the large gap in strength.

After a high-speed sword practice with Mordred, Paimon pretended to be invincible and probably missed a bit when facing Mordred's attack.

Mordred, who had rich combat experience, naturally would not have failed to notice Xia Qing's deliberately exposed flaws, grasping the moment of the battle, Mordred directly raised his sword and stabbed Paimon.

"Squeeze..."

Paimon, who was directly stabbed in the heart, looked a little unwilling, and at the same time that Paimon's heart was pierced, the blond girl in Heizhen's castle got up from the big bed covered with silk brocade.

"Darwin lost to King Red, how could I have such a strange dream?"

Joan murmured to herself with a blank face, while at the same time, Paimeng on the other side used the remaining strength to complete the last part of the black chastity ceremony.

"Jeanne Darwin, please inherit our demon god's will to uphold the laws of heaven! Now I need a restful sleep, see you next time."

Paimeng, who was deeply injured, waved his hand towards Hei Zhen, and just as Hei Zhen was about to say something, a space tunnel appeared directly below.

After sending Hei Zhen away, Paimon turned around and prepared to fight Mordred again.

……

The torrential rain dissipated, and the moist breath after the rain spread in the air.

The long night is over, and the dawn is coming.

With the light of day piercing the night, the skyline shimmered and the battle of the castle finally came to an end. This battle finally ended with the complete defeat of Hei Zhen's side.

Hei Zhen covered her mouth to hold back the feeling of vomiting, and gasped for breath with a pale face, which was at least a few months away from the feet of ordinary people in the castle.

"This feeling is really uncomfortable and outrageous."

Hei Zhen, who was traveling through space, appeared at this time, and there were many space travelers who were in a state of being. Looking at the desolate wilderness around her, she slowly closed her eyes.

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"It's really embarrassing--"

At this moment, a voice exactly like her own sounded in her mind, and Hei Zhen's expression instantly changed from uncomfortable to vigilant.

At this time, the surrounding area is a wilderness, where is the guy with the same voice as himself?

But in the next moment, blood covered his vision, and the surrounding environment changed in a trance.

There was a sticky and wet feeling under his feet, and he looked down at his ankles soaked in blood.

"where is this place?"

Hei Zhen subconsciously murmured to herself, and at the moment, a voice with almost the same tone sounded from a position not far in front of her: "This is the reflection of Frostmourne, the world in your heart."

In the pitch-black space of the soul, only the blood emits a terrifying red light that is enough to illuminate the surroundings. In the center of this altar-like place, the scorched black is like a black throne that has been burned by the fire, standing on the raised platform of the altar's core.

Xia Qing crossed her legs, propped her face with her right hand, and pressed her arms against the armrest of the throne. With an appearance not far from that of Hei Zhen, she continued: "This is the scene in your heart, and..."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Qing's words in Hei Zhen's appearance were interrupted by the owner of Ruo's appearance: "Who are you?"

Regarding this question, Xia Qing, who was feeling the gradual increase of his energy limit, replied in the same voice as Hei Zhen: "I am you, the new Lich King, Joan of Arc Darke."

Not easy.

Hei Zhen's first reaction when she heard Xia Qing's words was that someone finally called her by her name. Because of Ner'zhul's relationship, it seemed that many people took her last name as Darwin.

But soon she calmed down her uncomfortable expression, sneered and said in a tone of disbelief: "Do you think I, the Lich King, will believe your nonsense?"

It is useless to indulge in sadness, you will only drown in sadness, and what can't kill you will make you stronger.

At this moment, she has decided not to have any useless emotions that she is not qualified to have now.

"No no no—"

At this time Xia Qing shook his hand, and Hei Zhen immediately vetoed this scene: "No? Oh, I won't believe your words."

"I didn't say this to think you believed me, I mean... you're not a Lich King.

The power of the Lich King is not yours, Joan of Arc? Danek's, but my nameless! "

Xia Qing, who heard this sentence, got up and said this, and Hei Zhen, who heard this speech, stretched out his right hand and appeared in his hand.

"Have you set your sights on the power of Frostmourne? Come and try if you want."

When the voice fell, Hei Zhen shot first, while Xia Qing stretched out to the right casually, and a battle flag identical to Hei Zhen's appeared.

If an outsider sees this scene, they can only find that the appearance and attack methods of the two are very similar, as if they were fighting alone.

"Pointless."

Xia Qing, who spoke in a calm tone, said so, but Hei Zhen, who was fighting Xia Qing, whose current external image was her, felt that the situation was not good.

This guy... has seen through all his plans!

Every time I make a shot, this guy who is exactly like me sees it through, and he is one step faster to resist and counterattack. How does this work? Is it the ability to predict the future?

Flying Hei Zhen's flag, looking at the girl Xia Qing in front of her, she said relaxedly: "Jean, I said before, I am you, and this is your greatest test. Now is not the time for us to fight, from Frostmourne The selection process has not yet started, and I have not revealed any more cards to fight with you as I have been shaped."

Hei Zhen's expression froze when he heard this sentence: "Trial? Selection? What are you talking about?"

"There are never any gifts for no reason in the world. Everything in the world has a price. Jill's appearance doesn't make you directly become the Lich King, but a candidate for the Lich King.

At the moment you became a candidate, I was born as your old enemy and your trial. I am not only your inner demon, but also another you who is the same as you and different from you and shaped by Frostmourne. "

Seeing Hei Zhen Xia Qing's non-hostile tone, Hei Zhen frowned slightly when she heard this sentence: "Do you think I will believe it?"

"Facts cannot be violated, but you don't have to be so vigilant, until the moment when we compete for the throne, I am on your side.

Besides... you are not my opponent now, I know all your means, I obtained the basic inheritance of the Lich King faster than you, and understood this ridiculous identity faster than you.

If I have murderous intentions towards you, your vigilance is meaningless, my nameless has completely surpassed you, Hei Zhen! "

Hei Zhen, who heard Xia Qing's words, was still vigilant, with a ridiculous identity... Could it be possible that this guy, who may be a clone of himself, has seen through some of the inside story of the Lich King's identity?

"Even if what you said is true, I will not lose!"

Thinking of this, Hei Zhen looked at Xia Qing and said, observing her surroundings while talking.

But at this moment, a sense of dizziness came, and the surrounding environment changed from the blood pool throne to an empty wilderness again.

"Just now……"

Just when Hei Zhen was about to say something, Xia Qing's voice sounded faintly at this moment: "Is this the real world? It really is very different from the spiritual world."

"What do you want to do?"

Heizhen subconsciously prepared to fight against Wuming who suddenly appeared beside her and looked exactly like herself.

"Me? Don't worry, Jeanne, you can relax and enjoy this period of time. The cloak that symbolizes the status of the Lich King will eventually fall into my hands. It is the key to determining the throne, and the winner of the battle for the cloak is destined to be my nameless." .

What I want to do...of course, is to bury the Chaldean party in this singularity and avenge Jill. "

Hei Zhen was a little upset when he heard these words, this self-proclaimed nameless guy is so arrogant, just a copy of himself.

"I will do things like avenge Jill. I will reverse all these tragedies. In the future, Jill, mine, and my dragons will all be resurrected by me."

Heizhen's tone was full of confidence, and she intended to add someone after Jill, but tragically found that she seemed to have no one she could trust except Jill.

"Give Jill a vacation. He is already tired enough. The complicated and twisted soul that has lost its original intention should be quiet. As a king, you can't just think about yourself, another me."

Xia Qing, who was waiting, said so, and Hei Zhen pursed her lips with an expression of unwillingness, why did it become like this.

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Whether it is the power of the Lich King or Joan of Arc's identity, they are all mine first, how dare the other one accuse me with such a tone.

Just when Hei Zhen was about to say something, Xia Qing waved his right hand to break open the soil on the plain, as if the skeleton of Su Sheng who had been sleeping underground crawled out.

"This is... the power of the Lich King?"

Seeing this scene, Hei Zhen felt that she was already one step behind, and Xia Qing nodded after hearing this speech:

"That's right, I have already mastered the power to make the dead fight for me. This is the masterpiece of that power."

It is true, but only a little bit.

The necromancer-type moon world itself has its own, and necromancer magic is also included in the concept of magic.

But this skeleton was purely temporarily shaped by himself, and Hei Zhen, who heard Xia Qing's speech, had no doubts.

"As expected of another me, it seems that you have temporarily taken a step ahead. But your advantage will not last long. There is only one owner of the Lich King's cloak, and that is me, Joan of Arc."

Hei Zhen looked at Xia Qing's decisive tone, and Xia Qing, who had exactly the same appearance as the girl beside him at this moment, shrugged and said in a tone of complete disbelief: "Oh, the winner has already been determined. I am the Lich King. One point never wavered!

For you, enjoy the time you have left before everything is taken away by me.Next... Let's bury the Chaldeans completely. "

Looking at Xia Qing, who was not going to take action against him for the time being, and who had put himself at a disadvantage in the previous battle, Hei Zhen, who was not going to start a dispute now, put his arms around and asked:

"Let the results speak for themselves at that time, but are you going to bury the Chaldeans... What means are you going to use?"

Hei Zhen's tone at this time was really a little curious. The Red King of Chaldea was so powerful that he thought he had no room for resistance.

And Xia Qing raised his mouth slightly and said in a confident tone: "The method is already being implemented, don't you think that I summoned the bone of a magician whose origin happens to be an imaginary number to show you off?"