Demon Lord 3

Thinking of this, I sighed helplessly. I hadn't realized that the purpose of our visit this time was to save people, but not those people, but this one person, a person with memories and consciousness. But is this person truly a normal person? Although they have human appearance, human memories, and human consciousness, this person seems to be in this dimension. Even if we can take them out, can we truly integrate them into the world? Where will this person reincarnate afterward? This person originally came from another world, another dimension, another dimension, and even if they have taken up a place with us, is that place really that easy to take up? We agree, but some people disagree. What should we do with those who disagree? Thinking of this, my heart was actually beating fast. Maybe I didn't know what to do next. My companions had never encountered such a situation before. They could only leave it to fate. If fate points us in a good direction this time, then we will yearn for life. If it points us in a bad direction, then we will yearn for death. We can only leave it to fate. There is no way to reach this point again. Why do we always reach the end? Maybe we all want to reach a high point and watch the people and things here develop slowly without being controlled by this place, but it seems that we can't do it at all. I thought to myself without stopping my hands. Everything that just happened was repeated again. Except for this girl, there seems to be nothing new, so we don't have to worry at all. According to the method just now I just needed to finish all that, but when I got here, I noticed something was amiss. The bomb seemed off. This time, it wasn't in the ceiling at all, but underground. After destroying the ghost soldiers, they looked and said it was underground. She looked at us in disbelief. I nodded and said that this situation was possible. After all, what had just happened wasn't something we had anticipated. It was a gradual process of events that had led us to this point. Perhaps all this was a warning to us. Perhaps all this was uncontrollable, and we could only adapt to the situation and test our abilities. Thinking of this, I actually sensed something was amiss. After all, why did it go from being in the sky to being on the ground again? Was this a small change or a major one? Could all our efforts have failed? Or was the addition of this girl not a blessing, but a curse? But I've also discovered that whether it's good or bad, or anything unspeakable, it will become our biggest stumbling block this time. Even this girl, this girl, is actually the biggest discrepancy here, completely different from what we imagined. So, what's the real meaning of her actions? Is she a warning to us, or is she completely useless? That doesn't make sense. No matter how she speaks, she's helpful to us, so why did it turn out like this? Xing Zhichuan has always been a killer, and he doesn't understand this aspect of things. He has only a few words about it, which he considers the extra things in this world to be a major obstacle for him. After all, he believes that everyone must face their own weaknesses. His weakness is that as a killer, he thinks and acts calmly and steadily, but he can't adapt to these human thoughts, especially human thoughts. As for adding another person, whether they should be taken out, whether we can complete the mission and pass the level, these are not his considerations. In fact, I have already thought about this: what is the purpose of our companions coming to this world? Perhaps it was to help the master of this small world complete their endless tasks, address their weaknesses, and thus achieve complementary advantages. However, the further we went, the less complementary we became. After all, our numbers were dwindling. If complementary advantages existed as a whole, then we were now nothing more than a remnant of a defeated army. The pressure was significantly increased this time because my left and right arms and legs were no longer with me. Now it seemed as if a single mind was operating, but whose mind was this? Perhaps this so-called brain mind referred to Xing Zhichuan, but what could a single mind do? Without a left and right arm, without legs, without all the things I had imagined before, what could a single mind, with its unbridled imagination, accomplish?