The copy is open for the seventh day.
At two o'clock in the morning, Sora Mizushima revealed his identity as a "disciple".
She registered a social account online and posted a video. In the video, she is wearing a crystal crown and a dazzling golden ring around her neck, sitting on the throne in the hall. Her hair was pulled up, revealing the red tattoo on her earlobe.
"The instant death rules I have mastered are not very general, but they are very targeted." Mizushima Kawakora said: "Everyone, if you believe that I can win, please come to the Holy Alliance Army to join the army."
At three o'clock in the morning, the second "disciple" publicly acknowledged his identity - player Xue Qixia. Xue Qixia is the 96th ranked player and is good at mental skills.
He also posted a video. In the video, he is wearing a gold and white sacrificial robe, smiling and waving to the camera, revealing the red tattoo on his left arm: "I am one of the nine disciples. I am confident that I can win the final victory in the battle of disciples. I hope that people with knowledge can Come and support me. Of course..."
He blinked and smiled brightly: "If the number one player is also a disciple, I hope you will be merciful."
At 3:20 in the morning, the third "disciple" publicly admitted his identity - Bevis, the prince of the Lailuo Empire. In the video, he is sitting on a magnificent throne, revealing the red tattoo on his collarbone.
"If you want to place a bet, as the prince of the Lailuo Empire, I can give you generous treatment." Bivis promoted himself.
Since these three disciples were revealed, the other disciples have remained silent.
At 3:30 in the morning, an oracle came without any warning - [Completely prohibit tracing history, destroy all records related to history, and kill all those who try to trace history].
More than seven million temples around the world received this oracle, and it was quickly delivered to everyone through the Internet.
Regarding the First Dream Patroller's behavior of telling stories on the high platform, the gods finally gave a ruthless and tough reply - since you have made this matter public, I will also use the oracle to stop you publicly and see if humans stand on your side. On the other side, they still continue to believe in their omnipotent gods.
At 3:40 in the morning, the Holy Alliance troops were dispatched and broke into people's homes. Once they found books recording past literature, art, and history, they confiscated them all.
In just twenty minutes, fifty-eight independent political entities mobilized more than one million Holy Alliance troops. Hundreds of thousands of homes were devastated. Viewed from a high altitude in the city, even in the middle of the night, the streets and alleys of the city are still brightly lit, and trucks transporting books are lined up in rows.
"Stop! These are treasures of knowledge! They are the results of decades of research by my students and I, and they cannot be thrown away! You—" Xiao Lanping, a professor at Beiqing University, shed tears, and the moist mist covered her frame.
"Professor Xiao! Don't go there!" The teaching assistants quickly stopped her: "Don't be impulsive, they are the Holy Alliance Army!"
Miao Bu, a player of the Holy Alliance Army, threw away the document bag in his hand and smiled scornfully: "The oracle has spoken, don't think about turning around. In the past, you could still hide in the gutter and study history, but now it is no longer possible. I Say—you’d better wake up and obey your most beloved god.”
She doesn't care about the pain of these people. It is her duty as a player to complete the task. As for how many years of hard work these documents took, it has nothing to do with her.
"Tear--" With a sound, she tore the document in half. The pieces of paper were flying in the sky like snowflakes. The data that people had written down day and night, and the pictures drawn bit by bit... just ceased to exist.
"Ah...ah...ah——!" Xiao Lanping fell to her knees, her eyes turning red.
The smoke from the truck choked their throats, and the bright sword light shone in front of their eyes, stopping them from speaking out.
Tonight, the whole world is awake all night.
No one expected that the oracle would be so decisive.
Miaobu finished tearing up the documents and spat on the ground:
"Bah, these papers should have been burned a long time ago. I used to stay up late at the end of every semester in Zhai Xing to write papers, but now it's finally my turn to tear them up."
She glanced at the sad students, turned around and left without mercy.
Xiao Lanping tremblingly picked up the torn papers and shed tears slowly.
…
At 3:50 in the morning, Su Mingan logged on to the Internet and saw people discussing the oracle.
[Sweetheart Bunny: Is it really okay? In the past, it would be a little more relaxed, but now even some books hidden at home have to be dug out and burned...]
[Egg Drop Soup: If human beings had no history, would it really be a good thing? The No. 1 Dream Patroller’s live speech, the stories he told about the fifty fire bearers... It’s really hard for me not to be touched...]
[Su Mingan is perfect: Hush... Lord God must be right! 】
[Hard workman: The First Dream Patrolman is only a human being after all. No matter how strong he is, he can't shake tens of millions of holy allies, let alone the omnipotent gods. 】
[Fendai: But if you forget the past, what is the difference between humans and newly born androids? 】
[Spade Prussia: If the end of the world is really going to happen, hurry up. It’s already annoying. Humanity should have been destroyed long ago. Let my shitty bosses die quickly. 】
…
At 3:55 in the morning, Su Mingan received a call from Lu.
"I know your situation, is it convenient to talk now?" Lu's voice was still gentle, even though the situation took a turn for the worse.
Su Mingan glanced at Chao Yan, who was huddled in the refrigerator, and said, "Go ahead."
Lu said: "The gods are so eager to erase history. Is it to prevent you from becoming a god?"
Su Ming'an said: "Yes. If you want the old gods to completely lose the chance of turning over, you must destroy all the foundations of belief in the old gods. When humans forget the poetry, paintings and literature of the past, they will no longer be attached to the gods of the past."
Lu said: "Understood. Yamada Machichi and I plan to stay near the first tower. We feel that something is slightly wrong. There has been a recent alien riot and the alien king is about to resurrect. We suspect that they will emerge near the first tower. come out."
Su Mingan said: "Okay, where are the others?"
Lu said: "Mo Yan went to Ubang to investigate, and he believed that the 'girl in need of escort' might be in Ubang. Noel went to the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, and he planned to raise a battle line in the name of 'Tang' and 'Su Shize' for you later Take over. Isabella went to the Central Research Institute. She wanted to protect the last historical data. Mizushima Kawakora met with the leaders of various forces in the temple. She seemed to want to defeat the other disciples. As for the player named 'Xue Qixia', He is leading the Holy Alliance troops to search everywhere, and he is looking for the three elements of becoming a god."
Su Mingan thought for a moment and said, "Understood."
Lu said: "With the release of this oracle, the world has become a huge network... Under the big network, everyone is quickly looking for their place. And you are the one who can affect this big network - So, what do you want to do?”
Su Mingan looked at the Eye of the Past in his hand, its eyes moving vividly.
"...Our road is difficult." Su Mingan said: "Human beings cannot fight against gods."
"Yes, it's very difficult, it can even be said to be hell." Lu said: "Frankly speaking, I don't think we can take the route of 'disobeying the gods'. It's too difficult. Most people will obey the gods. I don't think so." to any light.”
"So we can only put ourselves on a level equal to God." Su Mingan said.
"What do you mean..." Lu's breathing was a little heavy, and he was already aware of Su Ming'an's thoughts.
"Since humans can't resist gods..." Su Mingan said lightly: "It seems that I can only follow Akto's old path - 'claiming to be a god'."
Lu's breathing was stagnant.
After a moment, Lu said: "...I understand, then, Su Ming'an...no, Old God. I will call you this from now on."
…
At four o'clock in the morning, Su Mingan revealed his identity.
Like Sora Mizushima, Xue Qixia, Bivis, and Zou Yuqing, Su Mingan became the fifth person to publicly reveal his identity as a disciple. At the same time, he also disclosed his identity as the "51st Fire Bearer".
The background of his video is not as solemn as Sora Mizushima, nor as gorgeous as Beavis. He was just sitting on a chair, with the white wall behind him.
Chaoyan adjusted the lens for him, and Su Mingan took a deep breath.
When the red light of the camera started to flash, Su Mingan looked up.
"It has been a long time since I last gave a solemn speech. I remember that the last time I called on everyone to fight was on the city wall." Su Mingan said:
"I think you must be curious about what happened after the fiftieth fire bearer, whose hands the special medicine was finally passed to, and who became the savior."
"I want to tell you - that young man holding a glass bottle in his hand walked a long, long way, and never gave up his ideal of saving the world. He contacted all major forces day and night, and finally sank to the bottom of the lake. However, he did not die. That young man, he has...walked right in front of you."
He moved his arms with all his strength and slowly pressed his heart:
"here."
"He's alive here, he's not dead. He's...come here."
More and more people entered the live broadcast. Su Mingan started the live broadcast as the number one Dream Tourist, and almost everyone came in.
The barrage was turned off, and people could only look at the young people in the camera in silence through the thin lens.
——Does he know who he is declaring war on?
——He has a great future, his future is bright, why did he set himself on fire?
Su Mingan looked directly into the camera, her golden pupils as calm as lake water:
"I have checked the information before. A few decades ago, there was a beautiful bird living in the world. Its name is no longer available, but its appearance and temperament are very similar to the 'nightingale' that I am familiar with. Let's Call them 'nightingales'."
"The singing of nightingales is outstanding. In a world where humans dare not sing loudly, they are braver than humans."
"The land we are stepping on was once a lush forest before it was reduced to steel and concrete. Nightingales once built their nests here. Their ancestors lived here for thousands of years and reproduced from generation to generation. They chirped and sang, They use their voices to convey the weight of their souls, and will not stop even if they are hunted by others. They will still sing with their hoarse throats - until they are persecuted to death, the last singing nightingale dies, and the forest turns into a cold city. .”
"In this era, I have become the last 'Nightingale'."
He spread out his hands, holding the leader's mask, the deputy minister's medal, and a rusty pencil case that belonged to Su Wensheng:
"When all the nightingales fail to speak, my throat still sings."
"I want to tell people - we have not lived in 'reinforced concrete' since our birth. We once belonged to the 'forest'. In the forest, we could boldly sing, preach, and even paint, write, and sculpt... instead of Forget all the memories of your hometown and become a civilized wanderer.”
"I want to tell people - even if the 'forest' is no longer there, and even if we have to erase the last memory of the 'forest', I am still imagining - imagining that I am stepping into a sun-dappled forest, with green leaves falling, The flowers were in full bloom, and I walked among the mountains and flowing water. When I raised my head, the peach blossoms in spring fell on my shoulders."
"I want to tell people - winter is not eternal, the gaps in the walls will be filled, the flowers in the garden will bloom. People will love in flames and shouts."
"The bones of the pioneers, laden with regrets, should be buried in a noisy spring."
"They should not be buried in a civilized foreign land, unable to find their way home when they return."
"So much so that I carry them on their way home and become the end point and miracle of civilization."
"Everyone."
Su Mingan slowly raised the Eye of the Old Day in his hand:
"I am an old god from thousands of years ago. Today's gods have seized my throne and corrupted you into walking zombies who have forgotten history."
"His purpose is to destroy the world, but on the contrary, I hope to take you back to that era with the sound of free bagpipes."
"I am the number one Dream Patroller and an old god."
"Those who are still awake, those who have found their way back, those who are unwilling to kneel and follow me - follow me, and I will give you love and forgiveness."
His speech lasted a long time.
He said that there is the Valley of Heaven above and the Nine Netherworlds below. After death, good people will go to the Valley of Heaven and enjoy endless bliss, while evil people will go to Jiuyou after death, and their souls will be tortured.
He said that there are seven sins in the world, and forgetting one’s roots is a grave sin, and one has to endure seven levels of purgatory.
He said that after death, the good and evil of human beings will be judged by angels. In the past, people would write down their life achievements on papyrus for angels to review. Once history is forgotten, achievements will no longer remain.
Today's scriptures, he said, have been tampered with. The Angel of Order is not Wright, but Li Mingyue. The killing angel is not Ang Bu, but Xiao Ying. The angel of judgment is not Biluo, but Chaoyan.
He said that those who believe in the old gods will have a bright life in the next life, safety and prosperity, life after life, and eternal life.
His story lasted for a long time, and everyone could only listen in silence.
It wasn't until he nodded slightly to signal Chaoyan to end the live broadcast that Chaoyan turned off the live broadcast.
The room was very quiet. Su Mingan slowly stood up from the seat, his legs and feet were a little numb. He looked out the window at the night sky. Red fires lit up all over the city, and his ears were filled with the sound of wind.
