Chapter 414 Death Game
Putting aside the foolishness of the people and their jokes, when the fiery meteor fell that day, the entire dream space where the star was located began to experience varying degrees of burning and sub-burning states.

In the dream space, the memory that was as full as the sea seemed to be boiling at this moment. With Sam's attack, a huge hole appeared and the entire sky was covered with dark clouds, as if the end of the world had come.

Just as he said, the "ocean" of dreams was being ignited by him at this moment.

At the moment the attack fell, Xing raised the flame spear in his right arm and inserted it into the ground. The "burning will" turned into a solid shield, like a city wall, blocking Huang Quan and Black Swan.

"Thank you, Xing."

Huang Quan, who was standing behind Xing, could easily block the aftermath of the attack, but he still expressed his gratitude to Xing.

The Black Swan remained indifferent, the divination cards in his hand moved back and forth, his expression was solemn, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

As a rememberer, the black swan has always been looking for "memory" fragments to see the past and predict the future.

But now, in the entire Pinocchio, there seem to be many individuals whose memories are difficult to read. Their mental strength is not greater than that of the Black Swan, but the depths of their memories seem to be shrouded in a fog. The information that the Black Swan can read is very fragmented, and it is even impossible to piece it together into valid words.

This phenomenon is extremely unusual for the rememberer.

As a meme that manipulates memory, the one who can block their perception must be a more powerful rememberer. As far as Black Swan knows, there is only that one person in the entire Pinocchio...

"Is he making plans on this banquet star right now?"

Originally, Black Swan only wanted to implement his own memory aesthetics and collect valuable memories, but now, with Yao Luo around, Pinocchio no longer seems safe.

The Xing and Huangquan trio were not Sam's main targets. As they were on the edge, they were naturally safe and sound. However, the two Infinites at the center of the attack were not so lucky.

At the very center of the attack, a huge black spike was torn apart in the middle by an overwhelming force. Countless viruses and biological energies were turned to ashes in the face of a blow that far exceeded a nuclear explosion.

A mass of flesh covered with red and black blood vessels stood up shakily from the center of the sea of ​​fire, forming the shape of a human.

“Ha~ Huhuha, hiss———!”

"Good boy, you almost kicked my Black Light Virus off the line."

The Infinite Blacklight Virus relied on his extremely strong health bar to completely withstand the full power of the attack for his teammates. The rest of the battle results would be left to the knife light to cut off.

When the flesh mass reorganized to a certain extent, a circle of sound waves filled with bioelectricity and force fields spread out from the center. This was his means of finding and observing the surroundings without capturing them with the naked eye.

When the signal was transmitted to his brain center through the echo, the Blacklight Virus Infinite's reorganization action hesitated slightly, and he even couldn't believe his ability.

Because, in the center of the supernova explosion, his teammate's blade did not leave any scars on Sam's silver armor. On the contrary, the blade that was accelerated by the words was actually stopped by something unexpected.

A sword appeared in Sam's hand, with a flash of fluorescent green energy.

No one would have thought that this mecha, seemingly unarmed, actually had this skill.

In the red heat, another more dangerous color passed through the mechanized body of the Infinite Swordsman, mercilessly splitting it in two.

The mechanical whip kick, through the power added behind the mecha, created a conspicuous sonic boom in the air and hit his upper body heavily.

"Depend on!"

The metal turned into a cannonball and hit the Blacklight Virus Infinite who had not yet fully recovered. The two of them flew out in an instant, their lives uncertain.

"Who else?"

Sam stomped his leg, which had just swung in a violent curve in the air, heavily on the ground. The vortex of red flames made the already scorching flames around it look even more like a huge sun.

Xing's eyes focused. This star core hunter was completely different from Kafka, Blade, and Silver Wolf he had seen before.

His entire body exudes an aura of danger that cannot be ignored. Every part of his body is designed to take lives. Every bit of energy is like a moving disaster that will never stop until all lives are burned out.

If Kafka is like a spider that can weave the web of fate, then Sam is a weapon of war that will burn all the so-called silk threads of fate asunder.

Xing raised the flaming gun with one hand. She could see that Sam was targeting her, just like he had done before with the Star Core Hunter.

"Just leave it at that, and no one will get hurt."

But surprisingly, Sam looked at Xing and didn't seem to have any intention of making things difficult for her. He just gave her a cold admonition.

"At this moment, it's too late."

Xing interrupted Sam's speech. She was determined to fight. She would not be easily moved by a few words. Just when Xing was about to compete with the mecha in front of her, a hand stopped her.

"Miss Huang Quan?"

Huang Quan, holding a knife, silently stood in front of Xing, holding the scabbard with his left hand, and his right hand seemed ready to move.

"You and her, go to the deeper stage. Your companion will be waiting for you at the end of all dreams."

"My companion, could it be that..."

Xing's golden eyes lit up slightly. If she guessed correctly, the person Huang Quan was talking about was Yao Luo, whom she had been looking for.

And the fact that Huang Quan had seen him meant that Yao Luo was still in a safe state.

"go!"

The Black Swan led Xing to a deeper dream, leaving only Sam and Huang Quan confronting each other in the air.

"Envoy, draw the knife, just like you did in your dream."

Sam did not use the fleeting fluorescent green flash from before, but clenched his fists, causing the temperature around him to continue to soar.

"No, I will never draw this knife now."

Huang Quan refused expressionlessly, holding the hilt of the knife with one hand and facing the war machine that had just razed his dream to the ground with only the scabbard.

Even though Sam was so dangerous that he could kill two Infinites whose strength was definitely not inferior to Xing's current strength in one blow, Huang Quan still had no intention of drawing his sword.

"Your time has not come yet. You shouldn't die here..."

"Hunter, do you still dream now?"

Meanwhile, on the other side.

In front of the screen at Clark Film and Television Park, on both sides of the stage curtain, stood two people, one tall and one short, one male and one female.

The only thing they have in common is that they each wear a "mask" with a different appearance.

"What a rare guest! I told you that you have a familiar scent. Sure enough, you are planning to perform on stage? With me?"

Hua Huo looked at the person in front of her with a smile, who looked different from the previous Yao Luo.

People have many "faces" in their lives, some are used to show to others, and some are used to face themselves. Hua Huo doesn't care about Yao Luo's changes.

Where did this power come from and why did he want to perform on stage at this time? Huo Huo didn't care. Huo Huo only cared about what Yao Luo wanted to do. If he did something boring, Huo Huo would be greatly disappointed.

"Well, what you said is both right and wrong."

"Joyful" Yao Luo looked at the fireworks calmly. Although no expression could be seen on his face, his tone had changed a lot.

“I am not the one who makes the decision, but I am the one who performs on stage. I am the one who has to endure the hard work, but I am also the one who will be happy in a while~”

I saw "Joy" Yao Luo clapping his hands, and his white magic gloves groped in the air and grabbed lightly.

A piece of cloth, or rather, a "magic cloth" snatched from space, was created out of thin air by "Joy" Yao Luo.

"The good show is about to begin, but it's a pity that the family is too stingy. Such a wonderful theater has left the guests in reality. How can it be without an audience?"

"Agree."

Hanabi agreed with great interest. It was hard to find a few living people on the road in Pinocchio these days. Although performing a one-man show could be a way to kill time, Hanabi wanted something more than just that.

"Joy" The bronze ghost mask on Yao Luo's face began to twist, and a pair of fangs bent into the shape of a smile.

"Before the arrival of guests of sufficient importance, I need some 'audiences' to liven up the atmosphere, so that they can have the honor of participating in this event even in reality."

“Ms. Fool, are you interested in playing a game with me…?”

"'Game of Death'~"

(End of this chapter)