First Player

No. 7 "God, you Sima bastard."

The afterglow of lights spilled from the gaps in the lead-gray walls, rolling out a soft outline in the hall.

Higher than the edge of the circular fence of the hall, the figure of the young man in a white suit is like the soft moonlight, and the ginkgo cufflinks on his wrists are still shining.

The light dimmed his facial features that had the same appearance as Akto - Akto's face was not sharp, it could even be said to be soft. But when the gods used this face, the eyes lost any warmth and became like cold ice thorns.

People's vigilant and fearful eyes followed this god, and he climbed up the stairs, looking down at everyone.

At this time, scarlet hose filled most of the hall. The black-haired young man who was sleeping with his eyes closed remained motionless, like a black butterfly condensed in amber.

Countless hoses of different thicknesses surrounded him, entangled with his limbs that were hanging down weakly. The young man's head drooped slightly, and his side face was hidden between the scorching light and shadow cast by the circular night light, like a streak of bright red. Xiwei Tianguang.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes casting a small shadow, as if he had finally found eternal peace in his deep sleep. His overall state seemed even more peaceful than when he was awake. But everyone knows that these scarlet hoses represent extreme danger. If you continue to sleep like this, you will usher in death, which cannot be reversed.

"——Su Mingan!" Noel called him forcefully. At such moments, Noel is always the first to speak up.

"——Su Ming'an!!" Yamada Machichi's call followed.

"——Su Ming'an!" Immediately after, other players tried to call. The voices were of different pitches, both men and women, and they all looked at the figure in the center.

Being in such a real world and having seen all kinds of suffering in the world, it is difficult for them not to immerse themselves in it, and most of them are infected with nervousness.

"——Xiao Shuai!"

"——Sir!"

"—Lord!"

"..."

Everyone is calling to him.

But Su Mingan remained silent, as if he had fallen into an eternal sleep. His thin body was sunk deep in blood, and every inch of his muscles was flabby, as if he had completely lost response to the outside world.

Yamada Machichi said worriedly: "It should be okay for the time being. Su Mingan experienced Akto's emotional resonance before, and nothing happened for a full hour and forty minutes."

"It's completely different!" Noel suddenly said.

His blue pupils stared at Su Ming'an, and his fingernails dug marks on his palms: "Su Ming'an's acceptance of Akto's emotional empathy can persist for so long - that's because their compatibility is already very high. But now he accepts Bei Ming'an. Lisel's emotional resonance is different! Su Mingan and Bei Lisel have no compatibility at all!"

Otherwise, how could Noah and Sen have irreversibly died after less than fifteen minutes of emotional resonance. Because they have no compatibility with Akto.

Now, Su Mingan's situation is the same.

Yamada Machichi finally realized the seriousness of the situation.

The god looked at this scene, put his hands on the fence, and said with regret: "What a pity. It's really a pity..."

He folded his hands, his posture still calm:

"Just a little bit... just a little bit closer, you are going to win. I admit, he is the most difficult opponent I have ever seen, whether he successfully saved the girl named Luo or escaped the emotional resonance trap ...Fortunately, nothing went wrong in the end. You people in the ruined world are also a group of respectable resisters, and I will remember you well."

His voice echoed in the hall. People were extremely angry, but they didn't dare to step forward. Those scarlet hoses that covered half of the hall were like pythons that preyed on people. If they rushed forward, they would die.

"Those who start giving victory speeches now will probably die ugly in the end." Yamada Machichi's face turned red and he said loudly: "God cares about this little Sima, and I will also look forward to your failure! Mother Ganlin!"

The god thought for a moment and actually nodded: "You are right, I can't give you a chance."

He raised his hand, and the scarlet hose immediately spread towards the side where the crowd was.

Yamada Machichi felt awkward for a moment, as if he had reminded the other party of something.

"Everyone prepare for resistance skills!!" Seeing this, Violet, as the commander-in-chief of the battle, immediately spoke up.

Players have been divided into various teams before going upstairs, led by Higurashi, Yamada Machichi, Zhang Daoxuan, Qiuqiu, Ruiying, Locke and others in batches, divided into attack, long-range attack, control, treatment, aura, Summoning and other sections.

"—Everyone prepare resistance skills!"

"—Everyone prepare resistance skills!"

As soon as Violet's voice came out, it was immediately passed from front to back. Players shouted spontaneously to confirm that everyone could hear it. With a "crash", a shocking scene appeared. In an instant, a rainbow suddenly appeared, and various colors of light were blown away one by one. Lights up, lights up from the player base.

The structure of this central government building is very similar to the ruined buildings in Central City forty years later. The middle circle is close to the straight elevators. Iron covered bridges crisscross various terrains, and most of the gaps are covered by transparent glass. When you look up from the floor below, you can see the floor above through the glass.

The glass in the outer ring has been broken, and the vast sky can even be seen. The people standing at the edge of the hall have been soaked to the skin.

"put!!"

Violet ordered loudly, her long hair rising with the cold wind.

She gave an order, and the control professional waved his staff, and the colorful halo of light floated forward.

I don't know who summoned the flying sword. It had a dazzling cold light, hanging upside down like a waterfall, as if it was about to cut open a piece of heaven and earth.

I don't know who summoned the fire. Dozens of bright red flamingos rushed towards the god standing on the plank road, turning into a golden-red air flow line.

"Bang——!"

At this moment, a loud collision sounded, and the entire building shook slightly. The god did not dodge, and a transparent barrier rose up, blocking the sword blades and fire coming towards him.

"Da, da, da." People were pushed back by the shock wave, but they still held on to half of the hall, staring angrily at the gods!

Since buildings cannot withstand artillery bombardment, neither the gods nor the players dare to use large-scale bombing weapons.

A few unlucky players were pushed back and fell out of the building along the broken glass.

Amidst the violent rainstorm, only the sounds of street fighting in the city could be heard in the distance. Gunshots, explosions, screams... In addition to these soldiers pouring into the central political building, there are countless soldiers fighting for the dawn of the city-state.

"I underestimated you." The god looked at the panting people and commented pertinently.

The strength shown by the players surprised him. Based on the performance of this group of people at the beginning of the dungeon, he thought they were just a mess and could not gather together at all.

This group of players... are selfish, cunning, and arrogant. You can change your stance for a mission. He could attack his own people just for some reward... This was a ragtag group of people, and he thought they wouldn't be so united.

...What gave them the courage to unite?

...What enables them to fight together so heroically?

The god looked towards the center, towards the sleeping figure.

……is it him?

Is it the ridiculous "lighthouse" he talks about that makes them believe he can win?

The secret doors that were closed all around suddenly opened wide.

"Boom, boom, boom."

One after another, cold robots with extremely ferocious weapon shells jumped into the hall one after another, like a city wall, blocking people.

In front of people's frightened eyes, the god jumped off the plank road, fell into the hall, and walked step by step towards Su Mingan who was surrounded by hoses.

"What are you going to do!" someone yelled.

"Stop him!" someone shouted.

"Buzz——"

At this critical moment, thousands of threads suddenly appeared, like a woven net, falling suddenly towards the gods!

Noel raised his palm forward, and fine silk threads were outlined between his fingers. The entire hall was surrounded by his silk threads, and the most dangerous place for strangulation was suddenly aimed at the god!

After talking nonsense with the gods for so long, Noel laid out this strangulation net.

However, the god continued to walk towards Su Ming'an as if he had not seen these threads.

next moment.

Thick, dark energy suddenly came from the other end of the hall, hanging on the silk thread, tearing it off, breaking the net of murder that Noel had planned for a long time.

Noel suddenly looked up at the darkness - the edge of the aerial fence, where a dark figure stood.

"Linguang!" Noel said coldly.

Lin Guang turned his head and looked coldly at Noel below. His whole body was emitting a dark cold light, like a heavy tombstone. It was he who blocked Noel's rescue.

Noel's fingers shrank, but he could no longer feel his own thread. He rarely started to panic.

He and Su Ming'an used the Fei Bird to remotely communicate with each other. He knew that he had to judge the timing by himself and choose whether to kill Su Ming'an or not. But he never took action, thinking that there might be a chance to rescue Su Ming'an.

But he felt regret now - if something happened to Su Mingan, it would be too late.

"Su..." Noel called loudly.

The god is still walking towards Su Mingan.

People can no longer control their anger. Even if they are dying, some people want to rush forward to rescue, but now it is too late.

At this time, the god had already walked up to Su Ming'an, stretched out his hand, and his palm was covered with a layer of warm white light, and was about to slap Su Ming'an on the forehead——

In the sight of everyone’s panic, in the sight of everyone’s fear——

Su Mingan's drooping eyelashes suddenly raised.

The faint dark pupils stared intently at the god who was right in front of him.

The god's expression changed and he retreated suddenly, but a bloody scale flashed above his head, suppressing his retreat.

"Uh-huh!"

Blood flashed in front of his eyes - the blade that Su Mingan suddenly thrust out was stained with the blood of the god.

His vision was still hazy, and Beilisel's emotional resonance had a huge impact on him. He even felt warm liquid sliding down his cheeks. They were physiological tears, as if he had just woken up from an indulging nightmare.

His left palm [Hand of Redemption] was shining brightly, and its copying skill [Puppet Thread] pulled his consciousness in advance. When someone approaches him, he will be pierced by threads and wake up. This is why he dares to take risks, just like the original red-eyed Noel.

——The gods are plotting against him, so why isn’t he plotting against the gods?

——Using a human body to plot against gods, why can’t he do what Noel can do?

He stared coldly at the god who was retreating in embarrassment, and slashed out with his sword again!

"What a surprise..." the god whispered.

In everyone's sight, the black-haired young man who was frozen in the bloody hose suddenly rose up.

"Click-click-click!!!"

It was the sound of a hose being ripped off.

Hundreds of hoses pulled the young man's body, trying to drag him back into the crimson mud, but he stabbed the god right in front of him with the coldest eyes and the sharpest blade.

The movements were righteous without any hesitation, the postures were vigorous without regard for the body, and they completely ignored the hoses that were also bulging out.

Although his face was covered with uncontrollable tears and his eyes were reddened by physiological reactions, he seemed unable to feel the tears falling continuously on his face, as if he could not sense his emotions on the verge of collapse——

He moved forward with his sword frantically, decisively, and with the most disregard for himself - as if the hatred and determination of millions of people were condensed.

"——God!!!" He shouted, like Akto's tragedy, like Beilisel's anger.

It’s more like the same sound resonated by hundreds of millions of people in the ruined world.

"Uh-huh!"

At this moment,

The moonlight is like water, covering the ground.