"boom--!"
The flames burned fiercely, and Cheng Luohe took a step back. In front of him, the ten-meter-high divine church hall was burned in the flames.
This divine church hall was built by the gods six years ago. It was used for ideological rule and brainwashing, and it killed countless people. Now, he finally burned down this sinful place.
"It finally collapsed." A soldier burst into tears. Several of his brothers died in the execution of this building.
"Collapsed, collapsed..." a gray-haired old man kept repeating. No one knew what this old man had suffered. He is just a microcosm of countless soldiers and civilians.
People watched the collapse of this sinful building, their heads slightly bowed, and their eyes filled with sadness.
"Rest in peace, my compatriots who have been persecuted in the past six years." Cheng Luohe stood in front of the building, clasping his hands: "From now on, I hope there will be no gods in this world."
Your unwillingness, your anger, your lifelong unyielding... your superiors have already helped you get it back. Now I burn down this religious church and declare that there is no more god in the world. May your souls rest in peace.
The fire lengthened his shadow. He picked up the vermilion sniper rifle, covered his blind eye, and stepped into the shadow of the city-state again.
…
Between the blocks, Xi climbed up from a pool of blood, her ponytail raised high.
She had been fighting for hours and her body was covered in wounds.
"Xiao Shuai, I have always felt sorry... I can't keep up with your pace. I am not as strong as Tredia, not as smart as Noah, not as patient as Beilisel, and not as decisive as Linguang. The only thing I can do is to try my best. I will go with you with all my strength." She whispered to herself: "Although you can't hear these words of mine, I have never felt guilty in the past forty years."
She jumped up and rushed forward.
The sharp source light burst out from her body, like a blooming lily bush. Each mechanical army was cut open by her sword, and wherever she went, soldiers who were struggling were liberated.
As one of the Nine Seats, she is not conspicuous, and she does not have any bitter past, but she is like a rock that will never move. She will always wait in place no matter what.
Now, except for Rongyuan and her, all the nine seats were killed in the battle.
She will still fight.
…
At six o'clock in the morning, all the robots were killed and the war was over.
During this period, tens of thousands of robots felt confused while escaping.
"Lord God, where have you gone?" A robot with patterns painted on its body and a bow tied on its head stood confused among the ruins.
They were originally humans from the god's civilization. The god was suddenly expelled from the two-dimensional world, and they were left behind, trapped in the bodies of robots.
Without the leader of the gods, they didn’t even know what to do.
"Why...can't we go back?" A robot trembled.
"My daughter is still waiting for me at home. I promised her to remember the first lilies in spring and tell her when I get home." A robot said hoarsely: "I still want to see her."
"Believe in God! She was just expelled from the two-dimensional world. She will definitely come back to save us!" A robot looked up to the sky and shouted: "Master God! Come back quickly! God!"...
Although they kept calling "God", God did not come.
What they ushered in was the anger of the military and civilians of the ruined world. As "invaders", they were bombarded by overwhelming artillery fire. Their lives were completely dissipated in a foreign land, and they could not return home until they died.
"Mom, I want to go home..."
"Daughter, daughter..."
"We just want to live, why..."
The war of civilization is above all else.
All the mechanical armies have been wiped out. Even if their shells contain the soul of another civilization, the soldiers and people of the ruined world will not allow them to survive.
The winner lives, the loser dies, there is never any room for change.
Eye for an Eye,
Blood for blood.
…
Ten o'clock in the morning on the first day of the 72nd year of the disaster, Doomsday City Military Hospital.
The hospital was very quiet, with only the footsteps of people walking through the corridors. Rows of generals and players sat on the benches in the hall, all of them frowning.
From time to time, someone glances at the door of a ward and pokes his or her head, expecting something.
When the doctor walked out of the ward, these people immediately surrounded him.
"——How is Su Ming'an?" Yamada Machichi asked anxiously.
"Still unconscious. He has taken medicine, but there is no sign of waking up. The commander has experienced emotional resonance that is far beyond what normal people can bear. We have never heard of anyone being able to receive the emotional resonance of three people in a row. Under normal circumstances , just an emotional resonance is fatal enough..." the doctor replied.
"Then what will happen to him?" someone asked.
"I don't know, maybe he can wake up, maybe not... maybe it won't be him when he wakes up. It's not impossible to become a vegetative state. You'd better be mentally prepared to lose him. After all, the Lord God's world cannot repair the spirit." said the healing player.
As soon as they heard that Su Mingan might not wake up, the players immediately went crazy.
"Su Ming'an! Can you hear my voice? Wake up!" Someone started shouting, trying to wake up Su Ming'an in the ward through the wall.
"Su Ming'an! Don't sleep..." A female player cried.
"Su Mingan! If you don't wake up, I will steal Lu Shu away!"
"Su Mingan! You have the ability to save the ruined world. You have the ability to wake up!"
"What kind of treatment is this? Just to conclude that Su Ming'an will become a vegetative state?" Some people were angry.
"Noel! Don't you have the authority to surpass the organizer? Can you go back in time and let Su Mingan wake up?" A player asked Noel in the corner.
As soon as these words came out, the crowd fell silent, and all eyes turned to Noel.
Noel was slightly startled. There was a circle of gray under his eyes, and it was obvious that he had not rested well. Faced with the player's question, he replied in a low voice: "I have no authority."
Although all players now firmly believe that Noel has authority, as long as he does not admit it, the organizers will have nothing to do with him for the time being. Now that he was determined to block the knife for Su Ming'an, he had the consciousness.
Seeing Noel's denial, some people couldn't help but say: "Why are you so selfish? You are not even willing to save Su Ming'an?"
Noel was a little stunned. He didn't expect that one day he would be accused like this.
He suddenly understood how difficult it was for Su Ming'an. Su Ming'an must have endured much more similar accusations than he did. He felt a dramatic reversal of status. ….
Before he could reply, the moral kidnapper was quickly dragged away. After all, Noel was a general, and it was not the turn of a soldier to accuse him.
"If Su Ming'an really can't wake up..." someone whispered.
"I really feel that there is no hope for humanity..."
In silence, the atmosphere was depressing. People bowed their heads and sighed, but no one said a word.
At this moment, a figure in a khaki trench coat flashed past the corridor and walked into the ward. The red braid drew a red line in the air, like a crimson butterfly.
…
Su Mingan had a long, long dream.
He stepped through the apocalypse surrounded by steel and concrete, and walked past the blood-stained black and white chessboard. The girl in the white coat handed him candy, with the blue sky and white clouds behind her.
As he walked through the cold white city, the girl with blond hair and blue eyes tugged on his sleeve and sang to him the fairy tale song of the King and the Witch. Suddenly, she disappeared in the sound of the piano, like a scattered dead fire.
As he walked through the dark-colored teaching building, a young man waved to him holding a golden trophy, and his figure gradually disappeared between the spotlights.
He walked through dark villages, where blood-stained crosses hung high and ghosts sighed under coffins.
He is bathed in the blue-purple sky, with hundreds of white doves surrounding the tower. His white figure stands quietly in the distance, and thousands of souls sing to it.
He saw the wooden building that collapsed in the flames, and the black-haired girl and her lover were standing there.
Kissing in the firelight.
He blew the salty sea breeze, the knight in golden armor stood guarding the city wall, and the red-haired girl looked back at him. The red rose pierced the devil's heart, and the dazzling cloud city collapsed in the waves.
He walked through the black fog, and the girl in red robe shed tears. She used herself as a fire to burn away all the dirty things and ignorant beliefs in the world, and single-handedly lifted up the entire dark sky.
Then he stepped into the light.
The sunlight fell through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on his body, like wisps of hollow golden light. Thousands of flying ginkgo leaves slowly passed around him.
Countless leaves turned from gold to white due to the change of light, and thousands of flying golden "butterflies" filled the trail, walking with his footsteps.
"Lovis, will you go for a walk with me?"
He heard someone calling him and turned around.
Nothing.
No one was standing there among the flying ginkgo leaves.
He could only continue walking forward and walked through this ginkgo trail.
Suddenly, he saw a white-haired young man walking among the machines made of steel. He was obviously made of flesh and blood, but he seemed to be integrated into the mechanical army.
The eyes were like a wounded beast, like a silent tombstone, like a damp and rotten swamp in a rainy world. But the soul is pure white.
"Lovis." When the white-haired young man saw him, he came up to him and said, "Come for a walk with me."
Su Ming'an's throat felt stiff, and he wanted to answer "Okay", but the next moment, the white-haired young man shattered and dissipated in front of his eyes, like colorful white butterflies.
There was only a faint sound of the flute, and the bamboo flute rolled down at his feet.
…
Su Mingan suddenly woke up.
He opened his eyes, feeling cold and wet behind him.
He was breathing heavily, and his heart was beating fast. He put his hand on his chest and could clearly feel the rapid vibration in his chest. ….
[Lovis, come take a walk with me. 】
[Lovis, it’s so nice to meet you. 】
【Lovis...】
There was only the lingering echo in my ears. He suddenly felt unusual pain, as if he had cried in a dream. Even when he woke up, it felt like a heavy boulder was pressing down on him, and his whole body felt like it was being torn apart.
"Calm down...take a deep breath..."
The whispers in his ear seemed to make him relax.
Su Mingan adjusted his condition, slowed down his breathing, slowed down his heartbeat... His vision gradually became clearer, and he saw the person sitting in front of his bed.
Su Lin sat on the chair in front of the bed, holding a thick book in his hand. His eyes were calm and his shoulders slumped forward slightly. This action seemed to provide someone to rely on.
"The sequelae of emotional resonance you suffered are too severe, and you may not wake up. So I made you a dream to remind you of who you are." Su Lin looked at him: "Take a deep breath, relax, and don't speak too loudly. Otherwise, the group of people outside the door will find you awake and rush in excitedly."
"Is the war in the two-dimensional world over?" Su Mingan asked immediately without caring about himself.
Su Lin lowered his head slightly, as if he was also touched by the two thousand three hundred simulations of the ruined world. After a moment, he whispered:
"it's over."
"Tonight, Caiusta's simulation will completely end."
"Don't worry, no one has passed the level perfectly so far. As the supreme leader of the war, you will be the first person to do it perfectly."
For a moment, Su Mingan finally relaxed.
He looked out the window of the ward. Every building in the city-state was filled with golden sunlight. People walked in the radiance, and their whole bodies were filled with golden brilliance.
The sunshine is so nice today.
Very good.
"Su Lin, thank you." Su Mingan looked out the window.
Su Lin stared at him for a few seconds. The two of them seemed to be suddenly in a peaceful state of silence, and Su Lin seemed to be hesitating about something.
When Su Ming'an's eyes met his, Su Lin stretched out her hand
He took action and handed the thing in his hand to Su Ming'an.
Su Mingan seemed to feel something, and his eyes trembled.
This is a bamboo flute stained with blood.
It lay quietly between the palms of Su Lin's hands, and the blood on the flute body was not wiped off.
"The flute he was going to give you was confiscated by mercenaries and given to you, but he didn't know that it was his gift to replenish you." Su Lin said, "It fell on the ruins of the building. Here it is for you."
Although Su Lin didn't say who "he" was, the two of them knew it.
The expression on Su Mingan's face froze.
Five seconds later, he reached out and took the bamboo flute. There was a white string hanging at the end of the bamboo flute. His craftsmanship looked very poor, and Lin Guang could never learn this.
But even if he couldn't learn, Lin Guang always tried his best to praise him for all the good things. No matter how bad the tea is, I will give it to him, no matter how ugly the knots are, I will give it to him.
The crooked Chinese character "龙国" on the bamboo flute is still ugly. I really don't know how Lin Guang has the nerve to say that he has learned it very well.
He smiled subconsciously, then quickly took it back, stroking the flute with his fingers, leaving only a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Don't be too sad, just stay true to your feelings." Su Lin said, "You always do a lot of things alone and silently, just like I did when I was young. Loss is normal. After trying your best to retain it, just accept it."
"..." Su Mingan lowered his head.
After a while, he pinned the bamboo flute on the left side of his waist, corresponding to the bamboo flute on the right side.
"I am not sad."
Su Mingan raised his head and gave Su Lin an ugly smile.
"This way...I will have two bamboo flutes.".
Feng Yao doesn’t get enough sleep
