First Player

Chapter 741 Chapter 739·"Your flute music is so beautiful."

During the rainstorm, the reflection of the neon sign flashed in the puddles.

People's eyes flashed with the blue gloss of the forum - this was the information support of the hacker "Team Mu".

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[Captain of the fourth offensive team, Higurashi (21:07): The third district of Dongcheng needs support. 】

[Deputy Captain of the Fifth Attack Detachment Zhang Xiaoqi (21:08): Dungeons 08 to 13 have been breached. Many of our people are injured here. Is there a medical team? 】

[Captain of the third roaming team Violet (21:08): Hold on for five minutes, and the third medical team will rush to your location from the southeast. 】

[Ya Heng (21:08): It’s so exciting. I feel like playing a large battlefield in an online game. 】

[Hua Xiaofa (The reward for the 21 Dou mission is so high, I want to be Su Mingan’s dog.]

[Xiao Lin (21:10): Woof woof woof woof woof woof! 】

[(Forum administrators have banned people with “vice-captain” and below titles)]

[Leader of the Third Regiment, Lu (21:10): Irrelevant personnel should stop talking nonsense in the war channel. If players want to chat, I will chat with you after it is over. 】

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Suddenly, the players rushed forward as if they had been given blood. They really want to show up in the live broadcast room of the top players.

"—Come on! Fuck you!"

"——I want to be Su Mingan's dog! I want to be Noel's dog!!"

"——I want to kill gods! All intruders will be killed! I want to protect this city! Ahhhhhh——"

Some people were infected by the scene of the decisive battle in the heavy rain and couldn't help but become involved in it. This city gives them too many emotions similar to their hometown.

People poured out one after another. As long as someone fell, someone would immediately fill the vacancy. It was as if a pair of God's eyes were observing the battle situation, accurately pushing the soldiers to specific positions.

Although players are generally afraid of death. But those NPCs rushed forward regardless of their own safety, almost as if they were desperate for their lives. Their blood dyed the heavy rain with the lingering smell of blood.

"——I will destroy the mechanical army's station, you continue to rush forward!!"

"——Too many, too many mechanical armies!!"

"——Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, just move forward!!"

A soldier fell from the building holding explosives and tore off the fuse in the air. With a loud "rumbling--", the long-standing financial building in Doomsday City collapsed in the night. The building shattered like a sandcastle. A large number of mechanical armies were buried in it.

A soldier stepped on the accelerator and drove a large truck that was on the verge of damage towards the city gate. Following the excited expression on his face, there was an earth-shattering explosion, and his body burst together with the self-explosion bomb on the truck. The city gate was cracked. Countless latecomers have successfully stepped into it.

A soldier leaves with an explosive trap to prevent the trap from spreading to more companions. Ten seconds later, a fierce fire lit up in the distance, and he and the trap perished among the gorgeous sparks.

They were just "soldiers" because no one could see the faces of the victims clearly in the thick darkness.

People raised their iron-gray firearms to dispel the haze caused by death. The sword blades were shining brightly in the rainstorm, just like their extremely bright eyes.

——Countless people move towards the fire, snatching the dawn in the flames.

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9:12 pm, Doomsday City, Clock Tower.

"Uh-huh!"

Suddenly, during the heavy night rain, a virtual image flashed over the city. The image was coated with a blue-purple halo, and colorful neon lights flashed around the image's face.

——That is the image of Asa Akto. The gods initiated a city-wide live broadcast.

The men holding weapons raised their heads and saw this image.

"You have chosen the most wrong way." The image said: "Stop invading the city-state immediately, and I will not hold you responsible for your fault."

"——Get out of the city-state! Get out of the city-state!"

"——Return the original city lord!!"

People refused to give up, and some even threw Molotov cocktails at the image. The glass shattered with "crackling" and the flames dyed half of Akto's face red. The fire burned brightly, reflecting the scarlet lines in his dark gray eyes.

"Stupid people, if one day you find that everything about you has been arranged by others, your ending is already doomed..." The image said coldly: "Stop your unnecessary behavior."

"Uh-huh!"

A golden arrow flashed past, a bow was nocked on the road, and the sharp metal arrow pierced the image, hitting the image between the eyebrows. This was a declaration of unending war.

"——Su Ming'an is still with you now. We can't surrender to you." Lu's sharp voice penetrated the night rain.

"...Hmph." Seeing this, the image chuckled: "Then continue, you will regret it sooner or later."

The screen flashed and the image disappeared, leaving only the heavy rain still falling densely, surrounding the city-state's fire in the cold.

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Akto opened the door and saw "Su Mingan" lying on the bed.

"There is a little trouble, let's continue." Akto sat beside the bed. He didn't know that the real Su Ming'an had already escaped from his shell.

The clone Ming narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled: "It's not just a little trouble. It seems that the invasion of the outer city is very difficult for you."

After all, it is a combination of the counterattack plan of Su Xiaobi, Noel, Lu, Su Mingan and others, as well as the help of the top hacker "Team Mu" and the super-era AI Yeya, plus a large number of players who have tried their best, even the gods will feel very trouble.

Akto just smiled: "It doesn't matter, as long as I have your body, the troubles in the outside world are nothing to me. And, Su Mingan, you don't seem to understand your importance - this whole ruin In this world, only you and I have value.”

The clone's eyes flashed, and he didn't understand what the god was riddled with.

Seeing that Akto was about to turn on the emotional resonance device, the clone Ming said: "By the way, I have bombs implanted in all parts of my body. If you want to forcefully dismantle it, I will detonate it and die immediately. If you continue to force your emotions Resonance device, I’ll kill myself too.”

Akto's expression changed and he stared at him for a few seconds, as if judging his determination.

"You look... a little different from just now." Akto said.

"Yeah?"

Akto got up and walked around the room for a while. The faint scent of pine filled the air, and anxiety appeared in his eyes.

"Are you going to do this for a city that doesn't belong to you?" Akto said, "It has nothing to do with you, but you are ready to die for them? Can't you see them? Are you despicable? You jumped to the edge of the world..."

His voice was slow, with a pathos that didn't seem fake, and he seemed to really feel sorry for Su Ming'an. But there were complex emotions intertwined on his face, and it was like he was talking to a non-existent person:

"You're just tired. This was too much for you. You ran away, it's okay..."

The clone Ming watched the other party going crazy and reported the situation here to the main body.

Su Mingan didn't pay much attention to the message. His target was the Dawn System. The hidden field of space brought him close to the core area.

Before that, he needed Noah to suppress the information system, otherwise he would no longer be able to escape once the warning came out.

"I'm here, how is Noah's situation?" Su Mingan typed to ask Team Mu.

Team Mu did not respond for a while.

In the ice-white control room, the bright red Dawn System appears in the center, like a fiery heart.

Plop, plop.

Su Mingan approached it and seemed to be able to hear countless sounds.

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9:13 pm, border town.

Lin Guang raised his head, raindrops falling on his pale face. He stepped on the thick ice under his feet and walked forward step by step.

On the way to Doomsday City, a layer of frost formed on his body. He was playing the flute, and the flute music was "Missing" that he had modified hundreds of times. He wanted it to be the best flute song.

"Woo——"

The sound of the flute is melodious, like a clear stream flowing.

"Your music... is really nice..."

Suddenly, a human voice came.

Lin Guang lowered his head and saw a man lying on the ice, half of his body covered with ice. The man looked like a soldier, and the resource box on his body had not been removed.

Along the way, Lin Guang saw too many corpses, and this was the first time that they were alive.

"Who are you?" Lin Guang said.

"I am... a garrison in Doomsday City. I originally wanted to... leave with a batch of resources. As a result, the car froze on the way, and our team all froze to death..." The soldier said: "You Can you... help us take the resource box back?"

Since Doomsday City is in flames of war, in order to preserve the few remaining resources of mankind, the plan requires some soldiers to leave the city with scarce resources. Death and injury are inevitable.

"No." Lin Guang was indifferent to this. This soldier had not long to live. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard the soldier's voice again:

"If...the former city lord heard the song you just played, he would definitely...like it very much."

"Really?" Lin Guang was slightly startled: "Will you like it?"

"I have some things in my bag, maybe... they will be helpful to you." The soldier took a breath: "I hope that in the future city-state, there will be universities offering music classes... there will be young people who like musical instruments like you..."

"If this is the case, then our fight will be...worthwhile..."

"..."

The ice was silent.

The light stood still for a moment.

He leaned down, pushed the soldier's body aside, and shook the frozen backpack away.

"Shua la la——"

In an instant, the staff and simplified musical notation shook out of the backpack like autumn leaves, fluttering in the wind, like carrying the soul of the deceased into the distance.

On the staff, there are densely written small words and comments. It seems that the soldier was fond of musical instruments during his lifetime. On the paper, there are self-composed music by soldiers, collected flute music before the catastrophe of the century, and some simple drawings.

In the simplified music painting, a little stickman girl and an adult stickman are holding hands. The adult stickman has a long flute in his hand. Behind them is the sun radiating five straight lines.

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[After the war, I hope to play the flute for Emily, who is three years old this year. 】

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This is a line written in the corner.

Lin Guang stared at the staff for a moment, then put the staff in his backpack. He moved away and discovered that in the area where the soldiers were, dozens of bodies were frozen under the ice. Everyone carries a thick resource box on their back, and they never put it down until they die.

It turns out a whole team is here.

Maybe each of them has different dreams in their hearts, maybe they like painting, maybe they like cooking, maybe they like musical instruments...

Lin Guang looked at the thick ice in the distance, as if he saw countless similar scenes through this small piece of ice.

He put his hand on his neck, close to the purple pinch mark, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

"……like?"

It turns out this is love too.

The mountains are continuous, like a fallen dragon of ice and snow, and the ice is desolate and silent. The soldiers had a faint smile on their faces, as if they had seen some warm memories before they froze to death.

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They were buried under the ice and snow,

I just hope the sun will rise every day.