First Player

Chapter 318 Chapter 316·"So he will be the god in my life"

The white solid emits a burst of red light, and hits the soul clan still sitting in the seat like a meteor. The flames in it seem to burst out, and the scarlet color leaks through the cracks——

"boom--!"

The Soul Clan were about to move, but before they could make it in time, a violent explosion surrounded them, completely covering the entire seating area.

Since it was a confined space, these soul clans had no time to escape.

Sawdust scattered and flesh and blood flew everywhere. Su Mingan thrust out his sword and cut off the broken arm of a soul clan flying towards him.

The white solid that Su Mingan threw out just now was the mechanical explosive he created. Since he was standing behind Alcherev, no one could see the movements of his hands behind his back.

Including the one made at the beginning of the game, there were two explosives in total, both of which were thrown out by him.

Explosives are extremely effective, and he had seen its high burst damage as early as the Fourth World. It was extremely effective to be detonated in a place like this. He heard the sound of killing like running water in his ears.

Kasang on the side was trembling all over, as if he didn't expect to see such a scene.

"Xiao... Xiaona!"

He rushed over, as if he wanted to jump into the flames, but there was a "click" in his leg, and he fell down with a face full of pain.

Su Mingan ignored this man and struck out with his sword at the soul clansmen who escaped from the explosion.

"Uh-huh!"

Blood spurted out before his eyes.

He reached out his hand and summoned Shadow.

The saved seven career points were reduced to two points. There was no nonsense when the shadow appeared, and the space shifted directly to another exit. The extremely wide range of space vibration completely covered the group of soul clans that were running around.

"boom--!"

In the sealed underground auditorium, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Corpses fell to the ground one after another, their bodies mangled and stained with fire that had not been extinguished.

Kasang crawled into the smoke and found Xiaona who had fainted under the sawdust.

The explosives exploded on people's heads, but Xiaona who fell down was not affected at all, except that she was pinned down by a chair.

Kasan moved the chair desperately, and his hands were scraped with blood from sharp wooden thorns. His legs dragged on the ground, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.

When he struggled to drag Xiaona out with both hands, he saw a shadow above his head.

The man with a blood-red mask and a broken arm cast a ferocious look at him, and a sharp claw was reaching towards his head.

"Uh-huh!"

The long sword penetrated the chest of the man in the red mask. Su Mingan sheathed the sword and kicked out Chad. He was kicked into a bright red flame.

He watched Chad rolling desperately in the flames, turned around and looked at Kassan who was lying on the ground and hugging Cortana tightly.

...and Alcherev who was standing not far away watching him.

The old man's body was not injured at all, and even his clothes were still flat. His hand was even on the outer edge of his top hat, as if he was adjusting it.

Su Mingan heard the system prompt at this time:

[Temporary mission: Destroying the gathering point of the soul clan in Huajie Street, East District has been completed. (Kill the gathering point and pass the half-soul race)】

[Kill the gathering point soul clan: 43/52]

[Calculating camp points...]

[Points will be distributed after the soul hunting camp is settled. 】

…

"Ding dong!" With a crisp sound, Su Mingan's level rose to level three and level six.

Ying is still hunting down the escaped Soul Clan, and it won't be long before these guys are completely wiped out.

Su Mingan raised his sword towards Alcherev, the only soul clan still standing in the auditorium.

He didn't know what the other party's attitude was.

But it can already be seen that the opponent's combat effectiveness is quite high. Experience such an explosion as if nothing happened.

As a high-ranking soul clan, the opponent may be stronger than Saya back then.

Archerev was silent.

He circled his hand around his top hat, straightening the top hat that had tilted a bit in the explosion.

"Excellent." He suddenly said: "It seems that I was right to bring you here today."

"...You have long been dissatisfied with these guys?"

"What the soul tribe needs are compatriots who are united, not monsters who only have the idea of ​​​​the weak and the strong." Alcherev said: "They...were too influenced by Lucia's strong ideas."

"So you want these people dead too?"

"I just like compatriots with unique opinions." Archerev opened his hands and smiled: "I will not expose you. On the contrary, I think your ideas are quite consistent with mine. You give me a very Familiar feeling... I am more willing to help compatriots like you who share my thoughts."

Su Mingan said nothing.

He didn't know whether the old man said this out of sincerity or hypocrisy, or whether the other party didn't want to get involved with him.

The communicator had no signal underground, and he was going to go up to deliver the message.

"Do you want to leave like this?" Archerev said.

"What?" Su Mingan turned sideways and looked at him.

"The young man on the ground is dying," Archerev said.

Su Mingan lowered his gaze.

Kasan was holding Xiaona who was unconscious, and her body was covered in blood.

Chad's previous kick broke Kasan's ribs, causing internal bleeding. He relied solely on his willpower to push himself to Xiaona's side. Now he has more air coming in and less air coming out.

"It's hopeless." Su Mingan said.

Alcherev smiled and said nothing, but slowly approached Kasan.

Under Su Mingan's somewhat surprised gaze, Alcherev formed a knife with one hand and inserted it into his own heart.

Golden liquid flowed on his fingertips. He grabbed Kassan's jaw and tapped his heart blood on the other's lips.

After a while, the wounds on Kasan's body began to heal quickly.

When he opened his eyes again, Kasan revealed a pair of blood-red eyes.

Alcherev transformed Kasan into a soul race.

...to save the other person's life.

"Thirty years ago, this human boy and I had a similar experience." Alcherev let go of his hand.

He seemed to be lost in long memories:

"Then...I met someone who changed my life."

"A man wearing a pure white mask saved me from dying and transformed me into a soul clan, a high-level soul clan."

"He gave me eternal life and the strength to rule others, and he will never appear again."

"I regard him as my god."

"I hired the best craftsmen to make a pure white mask that was exactly the same as the one he was wearing at the time."

Archerev said this and slowly turned his head.

Those deep blue, ocean-like eyes stared at Su Mingan, who was standing at the top of the stairs wearing a pure white mask.

"...Now you look really alike." He said softly:

“Whether it’s how you behave, what you say, how you look when you’re wearing a mask.”

Su Mingan said nothing.

He just remained silent, responding to Alcherev's verbal temptation.

He has realized that Su Lin has set up a big trap.

Even Alcherev, the leader of the East District Soul Tribe, was a being transformed by Su Lin.

This chess game completely envelopes the Art Empire, Praia, Yunzhong City, and the soul clan and humans above them.

No matter where he goes, he can meet people like Saya and Alcherev who are in the game.

"I was thinking at the time, why did that person save me? Why not let a human who fell in love with a soul race go back to the way he deserves?" Alcherev said softly:

"I live in the gutter like an underground rat, never seeing the light of day, always wearing a mask."

"But then it dawned on me."

"None of this actually matters."

"...We just want to stay alive."

“‘Alive’ with your loved one.”

"And when He gives me this opportunity, I take it and consider Him my god."

"That's all."

"Because he restored my dignity."

"...So he will be the god of my life."

…

Kasan slowly stood up from the ground.

The wounds on his body healed at an incredible speed, and he had already realized something.

As he carried Xiaona on his back and passed the floor-length mirror in the auditorium, he saw his own blood-red eyes.

"Xiao Na..."

he muttered.

After a brief moment of silence, he picked up a dark ghost mask from the ground and covered his face.

The mask was very wide and did not fit the shape of his face, and there were cracks on it left by the explosion.

He adjusted slightly, and the black mask covered his young face.

Carrying his unconscious lover on his back and facing the messy auditorium, he walked slowly, as if ignoring everything outside, as if he was carrying a thousand kilograms of weight on his back.

...until he walked into the shadow of a staircase.

The scent of the Soul Clan surged out of his body.

...and gradually merged with Xiaona's scent.