Hearing Su Mingan call out his name, Zhao Weidong relaxed a little at the police station.
Yes, the volcano just erupted and we sealed the passage on the ground. Are you a bender who did not evacuate? "Zhao Weidong frowned: "I'm sorry...our experiment failed.
The above asked us to terminate the experiment, but I'm afraid it won't be able to help you eliminate the curse. Now that you're taking the risk to come to us, there's nothing you can do..."
Behind him, several people in white coats also came over, some from Eastern countries and some from Western countries.
They looked at Su Mingan and Xi Boer with fatigue on their faces.
"That's it." Su Mingan said: "The volcano has erupted...
[Pingping:
Zhan Xinjia. .
Qiongdi fell into a period of natural disaster very early. The volcano erupted and we couldn't get out. The ground was covered with hot soil and high temperature.
I'm a little hungry. The next group of people hasn't come yet. Our supplies are becoming increasingly scarce.
Now I only eat one steamed bun a day and sleep under the quilt the rest of the time, which will make me feel better. Su Mingan knew that after the volcanic eruption, these researchers would die alone in the underground passage holding photos of their families.
They have gone through a long experiment of more than twenty years and have been separated from their relatives for a long time. They are like heroes on the battlefield, eager to find a way to save the people of the sky, but they have a tragic ending.
Not to mention, the outside world should have been destroyed at this point in time.
Your next batch of colleagues won't be coming, so there's no need to wait. "Su Mingan said: "Go straight forward from the next underground passage and turn right at the third intersection. You should be able to find an area without volcanic ash. I will leave a barrier there until the volcanic eruption is over.
When the temperature drops, you can find a chance to escape. "
"How do you know the next group of people won't come..." Zhao Weidong said,
Su Ming'an didn't have time to explain, so he took Xi Boer and left.
"——Wait." After Su Mingan took a few steps, Zhao Weidong's voice came from behind: "——At least thank you for telling us another way out. You don't have to worry, even if my colleagues and I return The outside world will continue to study plans to save you. This is our lifelong project, please don't give up! No matter which world you are in, you have the right to live, and our team is here for this!"
Su Mingan did not look back.
He thought of Zhao Weidong's dead body holding Pingping's photo in the underground passage that day.
[The spring outside must be beautiful, with warm spring breeze and blooming flowers. I haven’t seen spring for many years...] [What does our daughter look like now? Her hair must be like yours, dark and silky. Her eyes should be very similar to mine, as they have been since childhood, big and very charming...][][I am so, so eager to meet you. 】 He left here, leaving a barrier to block the black mist for these researchers. After walking to the ground, he looked up and saw a volcano erupting like a doomsday.
Thick magma and hot volcanic ash spurt out like brilliant fire clouds,
He could vaguely hear the sounds of people running and screaming in the distance. He had also experienced this once, when he rescued Feng Qiqi and Sissi.
He identified the direction and quickly ran towards the castle.
[One or five years ago, this was a very special time. 】【In an old castle, another group of outsiders who are making virus weapons should also be alive. 】【Yuan Shuangshuang, who is an experimental material, is still in the laboratory in the castle, and the authority of the Black Crow lies with her,】Su Mingan looked up.
It was hard to tell whether it was morning or afternoon. The Curse of the Sky had polluted the sky so dark that even the sunlight could not be seen. He turned on his watch and walked with Siboer, passing by many Bendians who were fleeing in panic. .
He and Sibor were like a river traveling against the river, passing through the people.
The dark sky curse is slowly pressing down on the world,
The writhing black sludge, like an insect, seems to swallow up everything, swallowing up the creatures struggling hurriedly in the world.
Five years ago, it was the time when the Curse of the Sky came and Bend Earth was on the verge of destruction.
People remain in darkness, like primitive beings who have not yet acquired fire.
Su Ming'an, if..." Xiboer suddenly said: "If I go to my cabin now, will I be able to see myself at the age of ten and you who are about to say goodbye to me? "
"Maybe." Su Mingan said.
He didn't know what the mechanism of this reversal of time was, whether it brought them back from the future, whether it was a memory judgment from a causal level, or whether it was creating a reverse-time space out of thin air. But no matter what, the first action now is definitely to take the power of Black Crow. There is no point in looking at myself five years ago.
"--brush!"
Just when he was about to rush into the castle, a golden sword was thrust in front of him.
The golden sword went straight into the ground in front of it, and the light exploded. Spider-web-like cracks spread on the soil, and even the surrounding black particles were melted, and holy white flames rose up.
He looked up and saw a golden figure with a thin halo on the man. The young man stood high in the sky, like a standing golden island in the boundless black ocean of curses.
The young man's hand was drawing in the air, and the golden sword rose again, aiming at Su Ming'an.
"As soon as I find you, Su Ming'an." Su Lin smiled: "I'm here to ask for [energy] from you."
[Lord God World-79 Server] Lu woke up from bed and rubbed his eyes.
The sanity setting of the eighth world was really torturous. Even though his mental points were not low, he was tortured almost to the point of going crazy. He still had to sleep for a long time before he recovered.
He opened the mailbox and suddenly saw a blood-red letter,
This blood-red letter stood out among the white mail, as if it had been specially marked.
He woke up instantly and opened the envelope immediately.
[Shuan Zhe, Lu:] [Hello, we want to invite you to a place. ] [Time:...] The sender below is the [organizer] marked in red. Obviously, this is not a spoof letter sent by a player.
An invitation from the organizer? Lu said softly: "There is no location specified. The time is three days later?" "
He rubbed his temples.
"Is the organizer going to cause trouble again? He dialed the communication to see if Bei Wang, who is also a top player, had received such an email.
Although it should be Beiwang's bedtime now, it doesn't matter. As long as a communication call comes through, the other party will wake up even if he doesn't want to.
Sure enough, looking north also didn't sleep.
"...Hello." A sleepy voice sounded, and a sleepy face from Beiwang appeared on the video screen. He couldn't even open his eyes.
Have you received the invitation email from the organizer? "Lu said
"Oh." Beiwang said, "I got it."
"It seems like an invitation to all top players? No, it may be an email for players with special status." Lu pondered for a moment: "The eighth world is coming to an end. Su Mingan should be able to return tonight. Let's contact him tomorrow. , we have to start preparations for the Peak Alliance."
"Oh," said Beiwang.
"...Okay, you can continue to sleep." Lu said,
There was a "click" and the communication was hung up.
Lu sighed and wanted to go out to relax. The growing sense of crisis made the always optimistic man feel a little uncomfortable.
He put on his coat and mask, opened the door and walked to the street.
As soon as he came out, he heard waves of shouts,
People with oil paint on their faces and holding wooden signs with blood letters were chanting slogans as they passed by the houses.
“—A decision-maker who disregards human ethics! What we want is fairness! We want fairness! No one’s life should be measured in value!!”
"-They are not the guardians of mankind at all! Their faces are exactly the same as in the past. Do they still think this is the ancient Middle Ages?
"As soon as we hand over the resources we seized, we will give an explanation to the medical staff who dedicated themselves for free, and give us an explanation! They have betrayed our trust!"
"——Tricking the masses to stay away from adventure players, deliberately dividing the boundaries between players, what kind of alliance do they have!
Onlookers stood in front of their houses, watching the group of people shouting injustice. They took photos, recorded videos, edited forum posts, and lamented the behavior of this group of people marching.
This procession has been going on for some time. Since the so-called "resource priority rescue" principle was exposed, people have been like dynamite barrels that have been ignited.
Even if they don't know the significance of such a march, they still chant slogans, as if they think that such public opinion can reverse the situation.
Perhaps this is the brilliance of high-dimensional life,
Before they could do anything, people began to fight against each other, pointing their swords at the joint group at the forefront of mental rescue.
Some people claim that - in fact, the top management of the United Group has gone crazy, and the top players in the world have also gone crazy. Madness is a theme of human beings, and only by following this trend can we survive. Otherwise, they will be like "normal people" like them and be forced to have no way out.
What the United League wants is power and reputation, smart people want a glorious life after the game, and powerful people want the right to control and freedom, but they can't even get peace.
Confucianism disrupts the law with literature, and chivalry violates the law with martial arts.
Regarding the future prospects, these people are very pessimistic. Now all resources are given priority to players at the top of the list, while they have become neglected garbage.
After the game is over, how can they survive with the huge power gap? At that time, there was no resurrection of the dead, and there were no longer rules prohibiting attacks on each other in the world of the Lord God.
If they don’t “fight” while it’s still fair now, who will listen to their calls in the future?
The information gap between isolated islands allows them to target those who are most at risk.
They even suggested that revealing the background of these top players, such as their family backgrounds, things they care about, etc., would constrain their bottom line as human beings. In this way, there is no need to worry about players at the top of the list suddenly deserting.
For example, the first player can persuade his mother to hold him back. For Noel, you can influence his New World Guild and let the New World Guild "influence"
he. As for Mizushima Kawakora, Lu Shu, Lin Yin and others, we can start from the level of aristocratic families.
Although this statement is nonsense and is simply seeking death, it actually has the support of many people. There are wise men among humans, and there is no shortage of them.
Herbert, who took the initiative to betray his identity as a player and lowered the overall progress bar of humanity, has caused some people's trust to disappear.
Some people are worried that some of the remaining top players will suddenly become desperate.
Just take the progress, give up on humanity, and fly away.
It seems to be a good choice to put "shackles" on the top players that cannot be abandoned. As night falls, the world becomes more and more hazy.
The brilliant color of the volcanic eruption became the only light, and Su Lin floated in front of the light, the golden energy rolling like waves.
I came to you to ask for [energy], he said,
"Go aside!
Su Mingan didn't waste any words and immediately issued a judgment.
In order to fight these days, he has pushed his emotional value to the full 2000 points. He just used 200 points to hold up two barriers. He can fire a single trial more than 30 times in a row.
The bright red scale pattern appeared on the back of his hand. Su Lin froze, but was not affected.
Since acquiring the judgment skill, this was the first time Su Mingan saw someone who was not under control.
He no longer held back and used up all the more than a thousand emotion points. Like light pollution, more than thirty red lines flashed crazily on Su Lin's body in the air, like a broken traffic light.
"Hey, you're really rude. Su Lin's voice floated down from the air, and it still had no fluctuation.
But his sword has completely stopped in the air and is no longer falling.
"Walk!"
Su Mingan dragged Xi Boer and rushed into the castle.
Su Lin should be under control, even if the San effect is not used, more than thirty rounds of trial are no joke.
Yuan Shuangshuang doesn't know when she will die, and her death time is today. He has to be fast.
Siboer watched Su Mingan slaughter all the way with the freedom blade, and watched him rush towards the laboratory.
The golden flames of the blade danced, cutting people's heads, and the white tentacles overlapped, piercing people's bodies. Wherever it passed, blood sprayed everywhere, and corpses fell in rows.
Unlike the kind-hearted Zhao Weidong and others, the researchers in the castle are a group of demons who want to launch a virus war. Killing them does not require any psychological burden.
Blood exploded on their sides, and the wind blew over Siboer's ears. She suddenly felt very relaxed. Running freely like this, without any psychological burden or any clear goal, made her extremely happy, as if she was suddenly thrown away. All the burdens have gone,
"Gah ga ga -"
A pitch-black crow landed on the researcher's blood-stained body, making an unpleasant mourning cry.
Su Mingan chopped down a researcher with one sword, and several gunshots and bullets were heard next to him.
"Ding-a-ling-ding-a-ling" fell to the ground.
This group of people had guns, but they were unable to break through Su Ming'an's defense.
He turned around and saw several researchers who were retreating in panic.
White tentacles sprouted from Su Ming'an's body, like a ferocious python, and engulfed the researcher.
