My doppelganger drama

With the addition of disaster, Wan Yi sometimes feels like he has become different.

A disaster fragment does not just mean that one has a special ability.

This feeling became very obvious after a long absence in personal battle and activation of the field.

Is it a deviation in person and symbol?

No, although Wan Yi doesn't understand these mysterious things, he can be sure that he has never changed because of it.

If we want to describe it accurately, it is probably that the scope of Wanyi has been expanded by these new qualitative changes.

Compatibility and convergence are only part of the symbols of omnic and blood-stained, but after giving it to Wan Yi, it is equivalent to giving this symbol to Wan Yi as an expansion.

For them, it is a symbol of ordinary components, which opens up a new path in Wanyi's hands.

The spiritual network formed by the Wanyi can crush almost all differences in spirit. Their will continues to extend and can annex foreign objects.

Compatibility, to a certain extent, extends his spiritual aggression to the physical level, eroding the entity.

Convergence refers to the interception of energy. What are the different energies in the Broken World? They are related to matter and spirit, but these connections can be intercepted by Wan Yi.

Even if these various powers are obtained, Wan Yi's main body rarely uses them, but the clones are always happy to use them, making these symbols stand out from time to time.

But until Wan Yi fully reveals himself, it will be difficult to fully understand.

In this battle, he was facing an opponent that normally should not be easily defeated.

Wan Yi thought it was worth a try.

In other words, I can't wait to do it.

The fact was just as he thought.

Smooth operation, comprehensive suppression, very easy.

…

Wan Yi fell to the ground, and the bloody undead in the sky could no longer support him. The endless stream of Wan Yi's resentful souls had the absolute upper hand. There was no need to even doubt this.

Even if he didn't have that kind of thought, he did seem to have become something that was hard to ignore in this world.

Endless clones are inherently terrifying, and the expansion of the power and symbol of disaster is brought about by theater.

What does that place want?

Thinking about it, Wan Yi turned his head, and the fighting red shadow knelt down on one knee. The shadow was full of cracks, and fragments continued to fall, disintegrating in the wind.

It does not require gas exchange, but perhaps due to human habits, it still makes violent panting movements.

Are you here to take away my symbol? After breathing for a while, Zhan Zhan asked in a deep voice. It seemed to have felt something in the previous battle.

Not that interested. Wan Yi answered truthfully.

From beginning to end, for Omnic and Blood-stained, it was just out of some kind of emotion that they gave him a little souvenir before leaving. He himself only felt that it was best to watch these strange things go. .

It unknowingly expanded to a very terrifying point, which was not his intention.

Speaking of which, so do my clones.

At first, I just kept sending myself out for the sake of security and curiosity, and before I knew it, it became what it is today.

Although it feels a bit strange, I have to say whether I am happy or not...

Wan Yi felt the simultaneous feedback. The constant pain caused by this battle could not cover up the joy brought by a carnival.

With this kind of real emotion, he at least understands that he is still Wanyi and not some other shadow of self.

That's it. Miss Zhan Zhan, who has a deeper sense of emotions, can understand his feelings more deeply.

It is enviable. You can satisfy yourself. You will always be surrounded by 'truth'. No matter how much 'falseness' there is, it is not as good as your 'truth'.

That's not true. Wan Yi shook his head gently, If there is no one else but yourself, it will still become very boring.

Zhan Zhan chuckled and stood up unsteadily: Yes, as long as 'falseness' still exists, 'truth' will be valuable.

Wan Yi felt that it might have misunderstood something, but it didn't matter. He was a dying consciousness and he didn't bother to introduce himself to the other party in detail.

Let's talk about why all the disasters I have seen so far look like they admire and envy themselves before they die.

The earliest omnics were relatively friendly, the perverted lunatic Bloodstained in the back, the fake leader Memory, and the Struggle in front of me who was beaten after being beaten and suddenly convinced.

Oh, it's better to be devoted to your only husband than to just care about yourself and completely ignore the intentions of a little guy like Wan Yi.

What?

And all of us? Who?

You should still be able to breathe. Do you want to finish it with a traditional and elegant trick? Wan Yi suggested to its now fragmented appearance.

No, hey, you still want to humiliate me at the last minute? But Miss Struggle didn't seem to appreciate it that much.

It stared at Wan Yi, as if to remember his appearance: The reason why I accelerated the war is not entirely because of you.

Um?

A signal came from the place of origin. It's a disaster. Don't you feel it?

What? I don't feel anything at all.

The fighting expression seems a little speechless, but Wan can't see clearly anyway, so it doesn't matter.

Well, it seems that you are indeed a very individual person, and you also have unique points like your own personality.

What is the signal from the Origin? Wan Yi ignored the compliment and only hoped that the other party could explain the information clearly before he died.

The ether is restless, waiting for the moment of complete combustion and explosion, submerging the whole world into the red ocean, and disorderly chaos will come. Struggle read slowly.

Wan Yi nodded lightly.

It seems that Resadin's actions have officially begun. Now he wants to speed up the recovery from the rebirth disaster. What's the next step?

When I was reborn, a voice said to me, or to us. Zhan Zhan looked at Wan Yi and said slowly: 'All disasters are the darlings of the broken world, and the final disaster is the broken world. The gospel, the last blessing will choose the future world, may you all get the perfect ending of your story.

Wan Yi listened, his head filled with questions.

It seems that these are indeed very confusing words. Seeing his confusion, Zhan Zhan felt a little like he had regained a victory, and smiled: After all, the facts are completely opposite to what he said.

Wan Yi said nothing.

After Zhan Zhan laughed, he looked at Wan Yi again: However, whether that voice is mocking or deceiving, after seeing you, it seems to make sense.

Where did you get the idea?

Wan Yi wanted to blurt it out, but felt that it would be too embarrassing to say it directly.

Seemingly seeing Wan Yi's confusion, Zhan Zhan completely relaxed and said: Very good, let's continue like this and bring your truth to this hypocritical world...

Swish——

The red dust fell, and the battle performance came to an end.

Wan Yi stepped forward, reached out and took out something from the light red dust.

It seemed to be a badge, engraved with a twisted and rotten heart, entwined with sharp thorns.

Another explosion of gold coins. Wan Yi shrugged and put the things away.

Then he looked back at the empty island.

At this time, no building with more than three floors was still standing. In the previous war between the dead souls of heaven and earth, all buildings of all sizes were completely destroyed.

On the entire empty island, there was only a flat surface and vast ruins.

On top of the ruins, pitch-black tombstones tower into the clouds, and at their roots, densely packed small tombstones spread out to the outside world, all over the sky island. It was as if the roots of a large tree were taking root and extending across the island.

The clouds gradually dissipated, and the golden false sunshine fell on these tombstones and the ruins where the smoke had not yet been extinguished.

Harmonious, yet cold.