Chapter 139
Mo Fan knew it very well. The dragon looked mighty and powerful, but in fact, 99.99% of its body was probably the product of mechanical technology.
The only part that was not a product of technology was the brain and the crystal core in the brain.
I remember that three years ago, when this dragon was only at the emperor level, only about 50% of its body was mechanized.
Now three years have passed, and with Lu Chen's further research on mechanical beast control, the fully mechanical beast control was completely born.
There is no doubt that he first took the first trump card under his command. I just don't know what kind of strength this dragon has reached after being fully mechanized? I'm afraid it will be really outrageous!
After all, the strength of this dragon was originally the peak of the 80th level emperor level, plus the mythical quality. How strong will it be now? I really can't imagine it.
Lu Chen casually said a few words to Bai Pianran, then turned his head and looked down at Mo Fan from a distance.
Being looked down upon by a man standing on a black dragon, a normal person would probably feel a strong sense of oppression.
But Mo Fan didn't feel much. He even slowly raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were calm, with no light in them, only pure black, so calm that it was creepy.
"Have you accepted the result? You are quite sensible." Facing Mo Fan's gaze, Lu Chen slowly smiled.
"Really? I don't think I said that." Faced with this extremely obvious ridicule and sarcasm, Mo Fan still did not have any emotional fluctuations. He slowly spoke, and his voice was no different from usual.
Lu Chen snorted coldly, straightened his chest, crossed his arms, and said proudly: "Why bother to hold on? Now that things have come to this, you might as well admit defeat."
"In this way, maybe because I am in a good mood, I can still let you continue to live in the same state as before. The overall situation has been decided, why do you have to be so stubborn? Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Lu Chen felt very unhappy that Mo Fan still maintained such a calm and calm demeanor at this point.
He must be just holding on. On the surface, he is as steady as an old dog, but in fact, he must have been panicking in his heart. It must be like this, these so-called geniuses just love to pretend.
Lu Chen thought so in his heart and nodded slightly. He confirmed his thoughts, it must be like this, that's right.
At this time, he couldn't help but think of the scene three years ago again, it seems that it was the same three years ago.
Even though he was already scarred and bleeding, even though all the beasts were dead, even his consciousness was on the verge of collapse.
But Mo Fan never said a word of begging for mercy or admitting defeat from beginning to end. Even though the final outcome was already determined and he lost miserably, he did not break down emotionally, let alone shed tears. Instead, he stubbornly persisted until the last moment.
In simple terms, unless you really beat me down and empty my health bar. Otherwise, I will never fall completely and will always fight to the last moment.
Such perseverance, such persistence, such demeanor, and even in the face of failure, he never thought of avoiding it. Instead, he tried his best and worked hard until the last moment. Even if he was powerless to turn the tide, he still wanted to be persistent with a clear conscience.
All of this made Lu Chen envious, eager, and frightened.
His system could give him everything, but it couldn't give him these. These things were what he really wanted but couldn't get.
Mo Fan always had these things, but he couldn't take them away from Mo Fan no matter what. It was like this three years ago, and it's still like this today, three years later.
Why? Why did he lose so passionately and with such a high spirit even when he lost?
And I won every time, but I was always nervous and uneasy. It was as if this victory was stolen. Why? Why?
Is the gap between people really so huge? No, I don't believe it. Besides, even if I was not as good as him before, I am better than him now. After all, I am the real protagonist now, the real person with luck. What is he? Just a loser who resisted stubbornly.
The waves in his heart were getting bigger and bigger. Looking at Mo Fan, Lu Chen's expression gradually became ferocious, and murderous intent emerged in his eyes.
His voice was cold and murderous: "No matter what you say or what you think, you will die today."
"You are already deserted by everyone. You have been stabbed in the back twice by the most important person in your life, and pushed into the abyss of despair. You have failed to such an extent, death is actually a relief for you, isn't it?"
Lu Chen originally thought that Mo Fan would refute his words fiercely, or make some different points.'s opinion.
However, what was unexpected was that after hearing his words, Mo Fan nodded decisively.
Then he echoed: "That's true. I am indeed a much more failed person than I thought. My failure is more ridiculous than a clown."
Mo Fan's sudden self-deprecation made everyone stunned. Lu Chen looked at him strangely and began to wonder if Mo Fan really gave up and abandoned himself.
While speaking, Mo Fan had already pulled out the knife that had stabbed into his body slowly and hard.
Because of the influence of anesthetics and sleeping pills, Mo Fan's movements were very slow and stiff. This caused the serious wound that penetrated the whole body to expand a little when the knife was pulled out.
Blood splattered, but Mo Fan had no intention of using damage transfer. Normally, sleeping pills and anesthetics cannot transfer it, but this external injury can.
Even if the pain caused by the wound itself still needs Mo Fan to bear. But that was only a moment, which was much better than now.
But Mo Fan didn't do that. He just stubbornly pulled the knife out of his body bit by bit.
During this process, he could clearly feel the blade cutting his skin and tearing his flesh. It was originally a severe pain that ordinary people could not bear, but at this moment, Mo Fan liked it very much.
Because of the intense pain, the paralyzed body and gradually blurred consciousness finally recovered a little, so that he did not faint.
With a puff, the knife was finally pulled out by Mo Fan. He did not throw the knife away, but slowly raised it in front of him and looked at it.
Mo Fan held the knife in one hand, and with the other hand, he slowly took off the demon mask on his face, revealing his cold and handsome face.
Looking at the ordinary sharp knife in his hand, Mo Fan, who was originally expressionless, suddenly laughed.
The sudden laughter made everyone confused again, feeling puzzled and a little uneasy. The main reason was that Mo Fan's laughter at this time was too weird.
If Mo Fan was laughing bitterly for his own ending and fate, that would be fine. The key is that his smile seems to be happy and joyful from the bottom of his heart, with a kind of relief that is almost liberated.
It's as if he has finally unloaded some burden, got rid of some shackles, and can be completely liberated.
Lu Chen, Bai Pianran, and some other guys who have not yet cooled down, looking at the bright and happy smile on Mo Fan's face, all feel very strange, what is he happy about?
Mo Fan didn't let them wonder for long, and immediately gave the answer.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the knife in his hand, laughing and sighing: "I haven't received a gift for many years. I didn't expect that on my 22nd birthday, I finally received a gift from my family again. My sister gave me a knife. Although the way the gift was given is a bit strange, I finally received a gift, didn't I?"
Hearing Mo Fan's words, everyone was stunned even more. Bai Pianran suddenly had an idea, subconsciously raised his wrist, and glanced at the date displayed on the smart watch.
September 9th, Bai Pianran remembered this date, it was indeed Mo Fan's birthday. Today is actually Mo Fan's 22nd birthday.
"Brother, today, today is your birthday?" Mo Zixuan seemed to remember something, and while looking at Mo Fan and stuttering, he instinctively began to retreat again.
She wanted to stay away from Mo Fan, and an extreme terror was brewing in her subconscious.
"Yes, sister, today is your brother's 22nd birthday. I am very happy to receive the gift from you. It has been many years, many birthdays without you. I haven't received a gift from my family for many years."
Mo Fan sighed, and while speaking, he continued to look at the knife in his hand. It was as if he was admiring the most perfect work of art in the world.
"You guys, too, left me alone in that place. You didn't even come to see me on my birthday. Are you really that busy? Maybe, after all, I don't understand your world."
"Fortunately, today, you once again made me feel the warmth of home. I like your birthday gift very much."
"Brother, don't be like this." Looking at Mo Fan, whose blood was flowing all over his body but whose face was still covered with a strange and happy smile, Mo Zixuan's voice began to tremble involuntarily.
She was almost unable to control herself and turned around and ran away. Such a Mo Fan was too scary.
"What's wrong with me? I like the gift you gave me and I'm happy about it. Is there any problem? Really, I haven't celebrated my birthday with my family for many years. I'm very happy on this birthday."
Mo Fan said, and laughed out loud again. And this time it was notIt was just one or two laughs, but continuous laughter.
Mo Fan was laughing, and laughing louder and louder. He laughed until he lowered his head and slowly looked up at the sky. He laughed until his whole body was twitching, and his mouth was wide open, with a crazy expression.
The crazy laughter resounded through the world, turning into rolling waves, piercing everyone's ears.
This time the laughter did not come from the Devil Mask's innate ability, the devil's laughter, but Mo Fan's own laughter.
But this crazy laughter was far more terrifying, more hysterical, and more crazy than the devil's laughter of the Devil Mask. Anyone who heard this laughter was terrified.
Mo Fan was like those who were killed by the devil's laughter, laughing until his facial features were distorted and the corners of his mouth were cracked. He laughed until someone didn't know whether it was tears or blood, or a mixture of the two, slid down his cheeks.
At this moment, Mo Fan's hair was disheveled, his figure was embarrassed, extremely crazy, and as strong as a madman. Whether it was his face or his body, it was all blood red, just like a demon crawling back from hell.
Mo Fan wanted to ask these people, and the world, what did he do wrong?
What did he do that was intolerable and evil? Why was fate so cruel to him? Why didn't it just tolerate or show mercy to him?
At this moment, along with Mo Fan's crazy laughter, a huge black door exuding an extremely terrifying aura slowly appeared behind him. The innate ability of the demon mask Qianhuan, the demon gate.