A round table appeared in a blood-red void, and five figures appeared at the edge of the table as if teleported before taking their seats.
What's astonishing is that these five people not only have the same face, but also wear the exact same clothes. The only difference is that their expressions and body language are slightly different.
Who wants to call a meeting?
Hall looked around.
"It's me."
Another Hall said,
"I have summoned everyone here because there is a matter of life and death that I must discuss."
He looked at the remaining four consciousnesses and slowly spoke:
"To facilitate discussion, I propose that we assign numbers to everyone; I will be Hall Number One."
"Then I'm Number Two."
" Number Three."
Number Four.
Number Five.
The remaining four clones immediately claimed their identities, after all, it wasn't anything important.
Let's synchronize our intelligence, everyone.
Hall Number One said seriously:
" Wens is dead, the power is ours, and Samuer's path may not be viable."
Hall Number Two thought for a moment and said:
"The legion's numbers have exceeded one hundred thousand, and I've currently hidden them all deep within the eastern part of the Demon Realm."
Hall Number Three said:
"My body is sealed away; I should be crossing the sea with that skeletal man."
Hall Number Four sighed:
"As you know, I've been locked inside the machines in the Graycast Corridor. I can't hear anything except the sound of gears; I have no intelligence whatsoever."
Hall Number Five looked at the group, his expression somewhat complicated:
"Um, I'm playing chess with Antos and Adelaide. If you guys don't have anything else to say..."
Hall Number One interrupted Number Five, looking at the crowd and saying:
"As you can see, we have gone down different paths, and internal conflicts may arise in the future."
Hall Number Two frowned and asked:
So what you mean is...?
Number One nodded:
"In order for ' Hall ' to continue, I hereby propose that a distribution of Authority and a division of consciousness should be carried out."
I agree.
Surprisingly, the first to raise their hand was Hall Number Four:
"I'm fed up with being here. The Graycast Corridor is treating me like a beast of burden, not giving me a single piece of valuable information."
"I request to return to the original game. Please vote."
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Hall One, Two, and Three all raised their hands, while Hall Number Five said indifferently:
"You can decide for me. I'm still thinking about what to do next."
"The proposal for Hall Number Four's return has been approved with three votes in favor and one abstention."
Hall Number One clenched his fist and slammed it on the table:
The proposal is approved.
"Great, I'm finally free!"
Hall Number Four laughed heartily and punched himself in the chest.
His illusory body transformed into a cloud of blood mist, dividing into four equal parts. Just as it was about to enter the remaining four parts, Hall Number Five suddenly waved his hand:
"Don't come here. No matter how many Vanessa comes, she'll take them all, leaving me not a single drop."
"Okay, that's settled then."
The blood mist gathered and split into three parts, which entered Hall One, Two, and Three's bodies respectively.
At the same time, an alarm sounded from the core area of Graycast Corridor Great Labyrinth City.
The Great Labyrinth City Machine Spirit felt that there was something slightly wrong with its "heart".
It's not that they stopped jumping, but rather that the amplitude and frequency of the Psionic Energy shocks they emitted decreased, completely shielding them from all external interference.
In the consciousness space, the round table shrank a circle with the death or return of Hall Number Four, and the remaining four clones sat in one direction each.
"The meeting continues. I propose..."
"Wait, I have something to say."
It was Hall Number Five who interrupted Number One's speech!
The remaining three all looked at the now-open consciousness clone, awaiting his profound pronouncements:
Please cut me off.
Hall Number Five said seriously:
"If you're all going to die eventually, at least I can live on behalf of the Hall."
"If any of you win, just take me back."
Upon hearing this Hall, numbers one, two, and three, exchanged glances and fell into deep thought.
And Hall Number Five was adding fuel to the fire:
"Although I'm imprisoned now, it's actually quite nice to have Antos and Adelaide with me."
"I see it. Whether for the sake of the world or for the sake of blood ties, Vanessa doesn't want to wipe us out."
"I said, is there any possibility...?"
Hall Number Two's lips twitched as he said:
" Vanessa just doesn't want to see the ' True Ancestor '?"
"Yes, that's certainly possible."
Hall Number Five nodded:
"But no matter what, she was willing to spare my life."
"Why don't you guys keep trying, and I'll just set up shop like this?"
After a moment's Hall One, Two, and Three, seeing that Hall Number Five was indeed determined to extricate himself from the chaos, raised their hands one after another.
"The proposal to cut Hall Number Five has been approved with three votes."
"Yay!"
Number Five Hall jumped up from his chair like an old man finally retiring:
Goodbye, everyone. I look forward to the day you all take me back.
"Even if you all fail, I will survive as Hall."
Seeing the different clones of the same consciousness so excited, Hall Number Three reminded them:
"Your True Blood is now so diluted that it can only be used to replace your body, not to create new clones."
Whether you survive or not depends on yourself.
"I see."
Number Five Hall stood up and bowed:
Goodbye, everyone.
His figure disappeared around the round table, but unlike Number Four, he did not turn into a blood mist.
From this moment on, Hall Number Five will no longer be connected to the Hall's main consciousness. Unless it is personally retrieved by another Hall, it will remain a complete individual.
The round table shrank again, and Hall 1, 2, and 3 were once again evenly seated along the outer edge.
"Next is the third thing."
Hall Number One said:
"I propose that all of Wens's power be transferred to Hall Number Two."
He looked at the other two and said:
" Samuer is a madman, and I might not have a good ending."
" Number Three, you're going to be a dog for the Skeleton Alliance. Your future is uncertain."
"Only Number Two is gathering our own strength and rebuilding our vampire army."
"He needs this power, so I suggest that Wens ' authority be fully transferred to Number Two."
As the other two were about to express their opinions, Number One's tone suddenly became more serious:
"Furthermore, I suggest that after the transfer of Authority is complete, the three of us should have a thorough separation."
Number Three Hall slammed his fist on the table and stood up:
What do you mean by that?
Hall Number One said calmly:
It means exactly what it says.
"If we continue in the current state, if one of us is captured or tortured, it will definitely affect the other clones. They might even use the connections between us to find and kill us one by one."
"I hadn't originally planned to bring this up, but Number Five inspired me."
"We're all Hall, so it doesn't really matter who survives."
"But if one Hall's mistake leads to the deaths of all Hall other Hall, then what is the point of constantly cutting ourselves off?"
After he finished speaking, Hall Number Two and Hall Number Three fell silent.
After a moment, Hall Number One spoke again:
"Therefore, let's vote on whether to transfer Authority or divide it."
This time, neither Number Two nor Number Three objected; they slowly raised their hands.
"Very good."
Hall Number One said seriously:
"So, everyone, this is the last time we'll see each other."
As he spoke, he injected a stream of illusory energy into Hall Number Two's body, and Hall Number Three followed suit, beginning the transfer of power as well.
Number One Hall looked at Number Two and Number Three:
"I hope one of you can successfully retrieve me from the Material Plane."
Goodbye, everyone.
Three figures vanished simultaneously around the round table, and the round table, which was originally a figment of imagination, also disappeared. The entire consciousness space used for the Hall ' internal discussion also dissipated from that moment on.
At this moment, Hall completely severed himself from his past.