Chapter 145: The Body of Void Principle, Yaoluo God of War

This earth-shattering blow was blocked by a hand that did not belong to Yao Luo.

Who is it? In this battlefield where no one can intervene, who else can enter the battle between these Herrschers?

Ai Lishia? Although she could join the battlefield at this moment, for this woman who completely trusted Yao Luo, now was not the time for her to appear.

Qianjie? After a lot of consumption, plus the state of Qianjie under the mask, he no longer had the opportunity to join the battlefield, and he definitely couldn't easily withstand this attack.

Who is that person? Where did this expert come from to join this battle?

The answer was in the shocked eyes of the Herrscher of Wind and the Herrscher of Thunder.

A man who has the same figure, the same face, the same strong arms, and the exact same body as Yao Luo!

"How, how is it possible?"

The second Yao Luo, there is actually a second Yao Luo appearing on the battlefield?
In this unfair battlefield where it was one against two, a Yao Luo actually appeared and was standing behind Yao Luo at this moment.

It's not a phantom, nor is it an illusion.

Because, with his appearance, Yao Luo's Honkai energy exploded again, soaring, and in the blink of an eye it broke through the powerful level of 10000 HW!
The only differences in color between Yao Luo's pupils and hair are his different colors.

The purple pupils contained ruthlessness and tyranny, as well as the coldness and humanity contained in them, which were exactly the same as Yao Luo in front of him.

And in his hands, the power of "space" actually stopped the attacks of the two men in place, and this attack that was more terrifying than a nuclear bomb was stopped right there.

"What are you still standing there for!"

The loud shout came from the mouth of this "Yao Luo" who suddenly appeared, and a smile appeared on Yao Luo's unchanged face.

"This is the opportunity I've been waiting for!"

The Herrscher of Wind and the Herrscher of Thunder tried to withdraw and leave, but their arms and entire bodies were firmly locked in place by a spatial force from a higher dimension.

They could only watch helplessly as Yao Luo, who was smiling, received a punch with a "red aura" on his face, which hit him hard...

He hit both of them hard!

"puff!!!"

The two people who controlled the two most unsolvable powers on earth were now hit hard by Yao Luo without any resistance.

What ideal fluid? What crushed thunder? All of them were rendered useless by this punch.

With the blessing of the perfect realm, Yao Luo's attack did not leak out at all. Except for the parts that hit the two people's bodies, not a single bit of energy leaked out.

This one punch will reverse the entire situation. It will reverse the entire situation!
Two pale and weak bodies fell powerlessly into the sea below like flies with broken wings.

"Ahhhhh!! I win, I win!"

This punch ignited people's enthusiasm. It can be said that everyone on this planet who saw this scene was shocked and excited.

Behind Yao Luo, the real body of "Yao Luo" with black hair and purple eyes was exactly the one that appeared in the inner world before:

"The one who rules is Yao Luo."

The power of "memory" is the ability to reproduce all the imaginary things that one knows, including "oneself" of course.

Before the two people's personalities reached a reconciliation, Yao Luo was unable to use the power of memory and destiny to support himself.

The body is completely unable to adapt to the Honkai energy, and "Herrscher Yaoluo" itself will not be exposed in advance.

And now, all problems have been solved. This "clone" whose combat power is comparable to Yao Luo's is enough to prove everything, everything.

However, it seemed that this "Herrscher Yaoluo" also had his own will and thoughts, and did not disappear on the battlefield.

The same went for Yao Luo. The two of them seemed to be looking at some unknown object in the void.

"Come out."

Yao Luo said towards the air.

"Are there any masters?"

The people watching the live broadcast couldn't help but wonder, and the people of Fire Moth were also deeply puzzled.

Could it be that the Herrscher is not the final enemy?

“Pah, pah, pah!”

The sound of applause appeared in the void.

Along with the sound, two figures suddenly appeared on the sea. They were two guys wearing clown masks, wearing exaggerated but elegant silk and satin, gorgeous gold and silver edges, making them seem like they were in the most high-class palace.

However, on their faces, they wore two funny and absurd "clown masks".

One for "joy" and one for "mourning".

"Wonderful, really wonderful!"

The clown of "Mask of Joy" spoke first, his tone full of respect and admiration for Yao Luo.

"Mr. Yao Luo, I have been your loyal fan since the last world."

The clown in the "Mask of Joy" opened his arms, and his tone was full of perverted and exposed voice fluctuations, as if he was holding something with his hands.

Yao Luo was unmoved, he fell in love with another person.

The clown in the "Mourning Mask" said nothing, but there seemed to be a melancholy temperament about him, which invisibly affected everything around him.

Sadness, grief, pain, that is a kind of "emotion" that goes beyond these adjectives and that Yao Luo cannot describe at the moment.

"You are the Masked Fools of the "Joyful" destiny, right?"

Although he asked in a questioning tone, Yao Luo already had the answer more or less in his heart.

"bingo!"

The clown's mask, the "Mask of Joy", was guessed by Yao Luo, and he seemed to have gained some kind of great joy, and he bowed to Yao Luo exaggeratedly to congratulate him.

In other words, anything can cause him "joy".

"As expected of you, the 'Mourner' chosen by my God. Even though we have never met, you have guessed our identities? Hahaha——"

Yao Luo interrupted him without hesitation and then questioned him seriously.

"That is to say, the mastermind behind all this is the Star God of Joy, aha."

The colors of the starry sky shone in Yao Luo's silver pupils, as if he wanted to see through the masked man in front of him.

However, this kind of mask is like isolating a universe. Yao Luo feels that their bodies under the mask are just empty shells, and only without the mask can they see their "real bodies".

"Well, well, you can say that." "Mask of Joy" was interrupted by Yao Luo, and he grabbed his chin and fell into deep thought, and affirmed Yao Luo's statement.

Suddenly, the Mask of Joy quietly approached Yao Luo and spoke in a low voice.

"After all, you are a very popular guy in this galaxy..."

"Lord Memory Fuli has accepted you as the Inscribed One."

"And our Lord also wants to recruit you. After all..."

“It’s interesting, isn’t it?”

"Hahahaha!"

Yao Luo's pupils shrank slightly. "'The Inscribed One' probably refers to his identity as the 'Memory' Envoy. And the 'Mourner' he just mentioned, could it be that he is also the so-called 'Joy' Envoy?"

"Could it be that a person can not only become a traveler on multiple destinies, but can even become an emissary of multiple star gods?"

Although Yao Luo's emotional fluctuations were subtle, the guy in front of him seemed to be cheating and keenly sensed this slight hesitation.

"It sounds like you don't know anything about the 'buried common sense' beneath this galaxy."

The tone of the "Mask of Joy" was filled with chaos and joy of various emotions.

Ordinary people, even if they just talk to him for a sentence or two, might be affected by this strange mental fluctuation and gradually assimilated by it.

"Then let me reveal the most advanced secret under the galaxy!"

The Mask of Joy raises its hands high, like the hands of a conductor in an opera house.

And Yao Luo really needs to know this information.

Even if there is a "trap" in it.

Yao Luo raised his hand gently, and a huge colorful ball wrapped up the two people, Yao Luo, and another Yao Luo.

The sea fell into calm, and the "world" that was deeply influenced by them also fell into discussion about this.

　Happy Chinese Valentine's Day everyone. The lonely author can only spend it with himself (sad)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)