Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

An arrow, also composed of virtual code and meme information streams, was nocked on the bowstring.

Yang Xinxin manipulated the Fallen Puppet, its head bowed. The puppet, which looked like a terrifying doll, had a pair of strong and powerful arms. It quickly drew back the great bow, and the black arrow was aimed directly at the black ink that was the body of the Mad Owl.

"Memevirus Loading".

Yang Xinxin softly read out the command, and the Fallen Puppet immediately released the bowstring.

The "meme arrow" flew away without a sound or energy fluctuation; it seemed not to exist in this dimension, directly traversing the barriers of space and matter.

The mad owl subconsciously condensed a large amount of black ink, which was a spatial energy that eroded dimensions.

In principle, 99% of attacks using alien energy cannot escape the "energy" itself. Even if the attack method cannot be guessed, it can be defended against by neutralizing the energy.

It's like no matter if the opponent uses bows and arrows, spears, or machine guns, as long as a thick fortress is built, it can block the opponent's attack.

However, it couldn't stop the poison gas.

Causality is a rule, not the energy body itself.

Therefore, the meme arrow passed straight through the Mad Owl's black spatial energy shield wall.

It blended into the black ink the instant it touched it.

Mad Owl's mental will faltered slightly.

I didn't feel any pain from the ink clone being attacked; it was as if a gentle breeze was blowing.

That's it?

But the next moment, he finally realized something was wrong!

“This is… No!!”

A panicked scream erupted from the depths of the ink.

Madman felt a cold, absolutely obedient "command" being forcibly written into his consciousness, rewriting his very essence.

His mind began to stiffen, and he was being stripped of control over his body, as if countless invisible threads were wrapping around him, trying to turn him into a puppet to be controlled!

This kind of control, which originates from the conceptual level, terrifies him more than direct harm!

"Don't even think about it!!!"

Before completely losing himself, the mad owl let out a desperate roar and used his last resort ability—"Causal Separation!"

Once again, at the cost of sacrificing part of his own "existence," he forcibly severed the causal link of the "meme virus" that was in effect!

"puff--!"

As if a piece of his soul had been forcibly torn off, the ink that the mad owl had transformed into churned violently, then suddenly contracted, transforming back into human form.

But this time, he knelt down on one knee in mid-air, coughing up black blood. His breath was extremely weak, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with the terror of surviving a disaster and boundless resentment!

He glared at Zhang Yi and Yang Xinxin, especially at the seemingly harmless girl, and for the first time felt a chill that he might die.

Those with rule-based abilities are his greatest nemesis.

Moreover, the other party's ability is of the "control" type, which is also the type of ability that he, with his irregular physique, hates the most.

"It works!" King Arthur gripped the holy sword tightly, a blush rising on his pale face with excitement. "This kind of attack based on causality, even if the body can split apart, will still affect the original body! He can't withstand it!"

Benjamin Morgan rubbed his fingers together as usual, a gold coin bouncing between them. He grinned, "I knew it! With most of Earth's elite forces gathered, as long as we find the right method, there's no nut to crack! We're guaranteed to win this time!"

Even the usually composed Odin showed a hint of relief in his single eye.

The continuous high-intensity combat, coupled with the immense pressure of facing such an almost incomprehensible and bizarre ability, created an overwhelming sense of pressure.

Zhang Yi did not relax at all; instead, his gaze became even sharper as he locked onto the ink that was constantly twisting and trying to break free from meme contamination.

He knew better than anyone else that a knight-level being with an ability index of 50,000 points, especially a monster corrupted by the [Sin of Wrath] Samael and struggling to survive in the hellish Dark Sun Forest for 500 years, would not only have the tricks he had up his sleeve.