Lu raised his head and stared at the sky of the First Tribe.
Beside him were Beiwang and Angelica, who had fled the First Tribe and were very far away from the square. .
But despite this, the sight that could be seen by the entire dome was still shocking.
The poisonous rain drifted, and the sky and the earth were hazy, as if there were countless terrifying creatures hiding in the darkness and roaring.
The ocean-like dark tentacles flowed under the sky. They were gloomy, disgusting, and evil. Just looking at them made people dizzy.
Like an isolated island, a white figure is dotted in the darkness, ready to be swallowed by the dark tide at any time.
"...It's too exaggerated." Lu muttered to himself.
He once thought that this dungeon was just a competitive dungeon for the Silver Star. As for its plot, it's not important, it's just a battle of faith between two gods.
But now, the first player tells them with facts that if they don't participate in the plot, the team will really be destroyed in the end.
The top players, who have always been good at guiding the plot, now can only watch the plot unfold.
"We have to help Su Ming'an." Angelica said, "This is a boss battle. If he dies, Qiongdi will be destroyed."
She turned her head and saw that Beiwang had begun to retching. Even at such a distance, the negative impact of the tentacles was still very serious.
"...I can't help." Lu said with an ugly face: "It's no use if we go over there, we'll get dizzy just by looking at them."
"Then I'm leaving." Angelica said simply: "Kill yourself."
... She thought that if there was no chance of winning, it would be better to leave early to prevent being alienated. Their mental state was already very bad.
This eighth world... is simply a scam, tricking players like them into coming in to kill. Many people have been irreparably harmed.
She didn't know why the first player persisted. Even if he failed, his strength would not be wiped out. He might as well save his state and fight again in a later copy.
Doesn't he know that this is an ineffective behavior that uses up his energy in advance?
"That's right. Angelica suddenly said: "Lu, your Peak Alliance, can you bring me one? "
"Are you also interested? I remember that you are from Noel. There is a high probability that the first player will not invite Noel to join the alliance."
"Noel will convince him." Angelica said: "With Lu Shu no longer standing in the way, the estrangement between them will not be difficult to remove..."
"Huh, huh..."
Mizushima Kawakora struggled to climb out of the cave and saw a doomsday scene in the sky.
Her legs had been cut off by Noriji before, making it difficult to move. She dragged the blackened legs and crawled out. The purifying power of the white flames had begun to destroy her nerves.
She frowned, a layer of black mist clinging to her palms, and she neatly cut open the leg meat that retained the white flame energy.
She looked toward the sky.
The white tentacles are like white islands standing in the torrent, colliding with the black tentacles that stand like mountain peaks.
"...Is he really going to become a god? Bai Shen, Bai Shen?" She murmured: "Hasn't he noticed that his name has disappeared?"
The people under the sky raised their heads and stared at the scene on the sky.
It is very similar to the situation where Bai Shen blocked the Curse of the Sky five years ago.
Five years ago, the Bai God they believed in also appeared in this manner, blocking a disaster that could destroy them.
"Mom, look, it's daybreak..." The big, silly Changsheng carrying an ax hid in a stone house on the edge of the square, with a childlike smile on his face.
His hand was pressed against the back of the old woman's neck, and the power of the curse was passed between blood relatives and entered her skinny body.
"Chang Sheng, don't let go, let's continue playing games..." the old woman comforted softly.
The judge Diansi raised a blazing flame and burned down the rain of poison.
"Please pray for Lord Baishen one by one!" he shouted to the panicked people.
He knows the importance of faith. Now that Lord Bai is coming again, he will not let Him die like a flash in the pan.
Noel, who had already torn off her long skirt, rushed into the tunnel and ran in one direction.
At the edge of the jungle, Teacher Fang, who was leading a group of children, adjusted his glasses and comforted them softly. Similar scenes occurred in every corner of the dome.
Outside the screen, tens of millions of nervous viewers watched the final scene.
Some people are cheering, some are full of confidence, some are full of worries, and some are full of malice looking forward to the ending of team destruction.
The major sections of the forum, the discussion area, and the world chat area are filled with all kinds of heated discussions. This copy contains too much information, and it is the first hundred-man war held, attracting the attention of the world.
[It took eight days to make a comeback against the odds. Is the number one player really invincible? 】【—A peak competition enters the final stage! Are the players at the top of the list facing team destruction? ? 】【Several surviving players gave up the game and chose to commit suicide. What does alienation mean? The fangs of the world copy are beginning to show. How can we maintain mental stability? 】【——What is the outcome of the battle between the two gods? Can the sky be saved? Will the first player who gets the Baishen job be separated from the category of human beings? 】【—A discussion on the possibility of reincarnation in the world game! 】【—One Era Change Theory, is this really the first time the World Game is held? 】[…] Various theories were circulated in movie theaters in major parks, pubs, and squares. Everywhere you looked, there were crowds of people and it was extremely lively.
The theory of gods and beliefs in the sky and the theory of epoch change are reminiscent of the high-dimensional creatures in the world game and the pattern of today's human beings.
Some experts and commentators believe that as the world copy progresses, some of the fog of truth will gradually be lifted.
They firmly believe that as time goes by, with human wisdom and creativity, sooner or later they will discover the secret behind this game.
Outside the sky, the curse of living creatures became quiet again due to the loss of Jiu Shen's inspiration.
The tentacles that were massacring the people outside the stone castle were also forcibly pulled back into the blue barrier of two people.
The invitation from the high tower prevented God Jiu from massacring his people.
And under the barrier of the tower's invitation,
It is a life-and-death duel between the black and white gods, arguing over the theory of the era.
In front of Su Ming'an, the black tentacles had grown into a tall tree that towered over the sky. Each tentacle was wrapped around it and became layers of bark outside the big tree. Jiu Shen was in the center of the tree, looking at him coldly.
Due to the forced duel effect of the tower's invitation, he could no longer attack those people, and his target could only be Su Ming'an within the invitation barrier.
"Every time at the end of an era, when I want to destroy them, there will always be people like you who don't care about life or death who want to stop me." Jiu Shen said.
"You underestimate the weight of a civilization." Su Mingan said: "The origin, birth, development, and destruction of a civilization have their own destiny. Even if the world dies because of it, it is what it should be. At the cost of the destruction of all living things in the previous era, Starting the next era, ignoring the wishes of living creatures is just your wish as a god."
"Uh-huh!"
Jiu Shen said nothing, and python-like tentacles rushed towards him. Su Mingan held up the barrier with one hand to protect himself.
“Bang—!”
The tentacles smashed out several spider web-like cracks, but his barrier was not broken by a single blow.
With this blow, Su Mingan confirmed that Jiu Shen's strength had not fully recovered.
Even if Xiber provided him with faith during repeated reincarnations, after all, it was only the power of one person. God Jiu woke up in a hurry now because he was afraid that Su Mingan would become a god and wanted to eliminate the threat. He was actually not in the best condition. .
Facing the overwhelming tentacles, Su Mingan held the barrier to count the seconds and began to change states.
The maneuverability of the shadow state is too poor, the spatial displacement is difficult to spread between the tentacles, and the spatial vibration is also difficult to deal with.
Jiu Shen with 4500 combat power can cause effective damage. In this case, it is better to switch to a clear state with sufficient physical strength and strength, focus on defense and look for opportunities.
As soon as the five-second reading state passed, he clearly felt the great improvement in various physical qualities. The blessing of swordsmanship expertise was already in place. He glanced below and saw that none of the tribesmen actually ran away. On the contrary, they knelt down in unison. , closed his eyes, and prayed in a low voice, as if dragging the entire square into a solemn, solemn, and sacred atmosphere.
Once upon a time, the emergence of rules of faith broke people's derogatory concept of daydreaming.
Because it seems that as long as the fantasy is serious enough and the belief is pious enough, people can really realize their "fantasy".
As a result, the people in the sky enjoyed themselves, and even formed a ruling class of "daydreaming", prayer rituals,
Sacrificial methods and tribal beliefs are proud of it.
Now it seems that all this is not worthless.
—This is a unique way of survival in the world.
Different from modern people who advocate scientific concepts, Qiongdi people regard faith as an ordinary thing like eating and drinking water. It is inseparable from their spirit and is a full part of them as human beings.
Perhaps they will be manipulated, used by people with malicious intentions, and labeled as ignorant, but compared to the way of survival in other worlds, it is actually no different.
Just survive.
——It is more orthodox than any so-called idea.
At this time, Su Ming'an stood high in the sky and could very clearly sense the power of faith transmitted from all directions.
There are old people, young adults, wives who miss their husbands, and mothers who miss their children.
Pray for the future of the sky, pray for the missing relatives, pray for the distant gods, pray for the defeat of curses and disasters...
They turned into emotional values, merged into his values, and became the power that he could control - allowing him to hold the scepter made of faith and strike at the God of Disaster who wanted to destroy the sky.
It seemed that the entire universe was sharing his fate. The desires in the hearts of the people and the prayers in their mouths rang in his ears like bells and drums.
Due to the influence of faith and sect, their ideas and will at this time are stronger, more unified, and more powerful than people in any other world.
No one chooses to run away, no one chooses to avoid disaster, no one is running around like a player,
They knelt down devoutly, bent their backs, and showed their enthusiasm, turning a deaf ear to the dangers around them.
They gave their lives to their [faith].
[Emotional value: 1000/2000]
"Crack." There was a sound of bone cracking, and Su Ming'an's right hand holding the sword was shattered by the tentacles.
He has maintained a defensive posture, huddled at the edge of the barrier. Since he was restricted from attacking targets, the impatient Jiu Shen just wanted to destroy him. Countless attacks whipped him like vines, and he could only block the tentacles that wanted to pierce his fatal point.
The bones in his palm were cracked and the sword was broken by the shock. He took a step back and exposed his chest.
"Uh-huh!"
A particularly sharp tentacle stabbed violently, but he did not dodge and let it pass through his chest.
The next moment, golden light lit up, it pulled out the tentacle, repaired Su Ming'an's wound, and rushed towards Jiu Shen with a particularly fierce thrust.
The brilliance lasts and the damage transfers.
The old black tree made of tentacles trembled suddenly, as if it had been severely injured, but Su Mingan was not too happy.
Because above it, there is a row of still complete health bars.
[HP: 18900/20000] A fatal wound that is enough to pierce the chest, but it can only cause one-twentieth of the HP damage to Jiu Shen. As for further attacks, it is even more impossible.
Su Mingan has run out of moves.
2600 versus 4500 is an almost impossible victory. He is not the hero in a hot-blooded anime.
Being able to cross such a large gap in strength is explosive. There were so many of these tentacles, layer after layer, that if he couldn't attack effectively, he wouldn't be able to defeat the opponent.
Moreover, with such close contact with the tentacles, his sanity has changed from a healthy state to a critical one.
50 points, still falling.
He glanced at his sentiment score.
[Emotional value: 1500/2000] The faith of the entire world brought him a very fast increase in emotional value.
At this moment, he knew the time was right to take a gamble.
Instead of retreating, he advanced forward suddenly, and the spatial displacement reached the surface of the tentacles.
The annihilation covered his left hand that could still move. He dug his palm into the layers of tentacles and dug towards the heart of the tree. He didn't believe that this kind of thing could not be defeated. Jiu Shen wrapped himself so tightly with tentacles. There must be something.
"Puff puff!" Several tentacles pierced his body, but did not reduce his blood volume. He had already used the Bright Knight's Notes from Another World and was invincible for ten seconds.
Jiu Shen immediately wanted to push him away, but his tentacles were cut off by a sudden black sword light.
After three minutes have passed, the tower invitation ends automatically and other people can also participate in the battle.
The young man in sacrificial attire, with a pale face and a stern expression, stepped onto the barrier and cut off the many tentacles trying to push Su Ming'an away.
Since he has handed over the power of the black python, his strength is greatly reduced now, and it is difficult to even swing the sword.
The tentacles couldn't do anything to the invincible Su Ming'an, but they were able to attack him. Suddenly, the tentacles rushed towards him like a storm, as if they were trying to pierce him into a hedgehog.
"What are you doing here!" Su Mingan saw the sudden appearance of Chief Feng at a glance. Now when fighting among gods, Feng Chang comes to die.
"...Give it to me." Chief Feng stretched out his hand towards Su Ming'an.
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