First Player

 Chapter 1050 Chapter One Thousand and Forty-Eight · "Gods and Gods."

  【Witch Age 335】

　　【His Majesty Blackberry Kenite, was nineteen years old. 】

After the war, he will temporarily leave government affairs to his confidants, board the airship, and try to find angels. 】

The fire of war has burned all over the earth. He heard some people scolding him as a "tyrant", saying that in order to fight for the ruins, he caused the displacement of civilians and the death of countless knights and soldiers. 】

【But he knew that in this ignorant era of melee, if we don't use blood and fire to make people surrender, just shouting will be ineffective. Only by gaining the power to govern people can they be forced to stay away from the church. 】

  【People in this era will hate him, but as long as the trend of unification is achieved. People in the next era will be grateful to him for bringing peace. 】

  【So, he doesn't care about the reputation. 】

　　　If the dead in battle resent him, then resent him. Kenite's name is Tyrant, but he is Blackberry. 】

 …

BlackBerry has gone to many places.

 He sometimes transforms into a merchant and peddler and walks around the streets. Sometimes he would dress up as a traveler from afar and listen to the news in a tavern. Sometimes he transforms into a bard and tells people stories about angels. Sometimes he transforms into a priest and goes to church to read ancient books.

 He traveled for a long time but did not find the angel.

 …

  【Witch Age 336】

　　【His Majesty Blackberry Kenite, was twenty years old. 】

　　【Whenever the war situation becomes a little stable, he will fly around in an airship. 】

　　【During this year's intermittent travels, he met an interesting girl. 】

The girl’s hometown is very beautiful and has not been affected by the war. He stayed here for a long time. 】

 …

Blackberry liked this town, the scenery was very similar to his long-destroyed hometown.

The girl seems to come from a wealthy family. She often wears thick clothes and walks on the streets. Blackberry looked at her from a distance, as if he saw himself without a broken family. If the knights had not broken into his home that day, his life might have been as good as this.

 A few days later, Blackberry returned home, still not giving up looking for the angel.

 …

  【Old day 830 years】

　　【Old God Sumian Asastor, nineteen years old at the time. 】

On January 2, the army fell in the Kanser area, 243km away from the second tower. 】

“—We are entering the Kansel area, and there is road collapse ahead.”

 Sound comes from the headset.

 The army cleared the way, and Su Mingan's team was responsible for delivering the Immortal Talisman and Special Effect Medicine to the vicinity of the second tower. This journey was particularly difficult, like ants marching through fire. But his position is the safest.

Along the way, others kept a distance from him for fear of bumping into him. Even if people meet his eyes, they will lower their eyes for a moment.

Su Mingan once felt that there was not much difference between becoming a "god" and becoming a "city lord". They were both leaders of civilization. But now he discovered that the gap between the two was like a chasm. The former is a substantial difference in life, but the latter can communicate with everyone.

Even Yamada Machichi and others had to pretend to be respectful when reporting the situation. This made him feel as if something cold and dense was sticking to his body, gradually pulling him away from others.

  “—Su Xiaobai!”

At this moment, a young soldier suddenly rushed in front of him: "Su Xiaobai, I saw you here. Do you still remember me?"

"God... Lord God, he didn't mean to rush into you..." The officer, who was over fifty years old, was so frightened that his hair stood on end.

Su Mingan remembered who this young man was from the depths of his memory. He waved his hand to stop the officer.

"Wang Mingming...have you joined the army?" Su Mingan said.

After three years of not seeing each other, Wang Mingming, a young man, has grown a lot taller, and his round eyes look very big.

Wang Mingming moved closer to Su Mingan: "Yes. It's not just me."

"Han Han has also joined the army. She likes to draw very much. She knows that if she wins the battle, everyone in the world will be able to draw freely, so she is already in the logistics department. As for me, I am more powerful and have joined the front line. .”

“That kid Shang Qi continues to stay in the City Guard Department. Now he has been promoted and is exterminating alien species in various cities. He also wants to participate in politics in the future, and he will help you when the time comes!”

Su Mingan slowly remembered them. On that afternoon when the rain was pouring, they had sat around a pot of prawns. It was only a few days ago, but his memory seemed blurry. Too many faces crowded his brain.

Looking at Wang Mingming winking, Su Mingan just smiled faintly:

"Um."

 Like a real god.

 "Su Xiaobai, you..." Wang Mingming was a little dumbfounded. He still remembered what happened three years ago. Although Su Xiaobai is now an old god, maybe they can still greet each other as before, but...

 It seems to be completely different.

"I...I'm back to the team." Wang Mingming said softly. The commander's gaze was already burning through his back.

 “Go back.” Su Mingan said.

 Too many eyes are focused here, and Su Mingan can no longer be a young man hanging around with his friends.

Wang Mingming turned around, but turned back three times with each step. Before joining the team, he hesitated: "Then...is our original agreement still valid?"

Su Ming'an thought about it for a moment and said, "Starry sky?"

Wang Mingming’s father was still shouting “Starry Sky—Starry Sky—” before he was dragged away by the Holy Alliance Army.

 Su Mingan still remembers this story.

“After the war stabilizes, I will let people open those dusty planetariums.” Su Mingan said. It was just a matter of his words, but it could fulfill Wang Mingming's long-cherished wish for twenty years.

Wang Mingming nodded.

 At this time, he stared at Su Mingan for a long time.

Su Ming'an didn't understand what he was looking at, but Wang Mingming kept looking. Until the sound of artillery fire gradually sounded around, it seemed that the outer defense line was broken and the enemy's attack was approaching.

 Wang Mingming didn't look back until Su Mingan turned his head. His round eyes seemed to become a little brighter, as if there was some kind of fire igniting in the pupils.

“...I will fight for you, Su Xiaobai.” He slowly touched his palm to his chest, where there was a commemorative medal from the Star Planetarium, a relic of his father.

This grown-up young man seemed to understand the gap between them at this moment, and also understood the heaviness of civilization. His former colleagues led the destiny of the world in the name of God. And he slowly returned to his team.

Soon, Su Mingan could no longer see him. Like a drop of water joining a river, there are almost identical soldiers everywhere you look. Similar to Wang Mingming’s story, there are millions of people in the army.

　　　…”

Su Mingan silently looked away and looked at the military map in his hand. The red dots representing the number of people were densely covered on the tablet, and the vast number [510361823] burned his pupils. These numbers all represent people distributed in different areas.

 The location where he is now is just one of the big battlefields. And surrounding the battle for the second tower and the front line, there are thousands of battlefields that he cannot see. This is a war that covers the world, not a battle between two cities. It's just that wherever he is, that's the most critical battlefield.

 The armies of the **** faction began to bombard the barrier, and fire broke out outside the barrier.

The black soldiers bumped into each other densely, accompanied by the sound of the talismans exploding. Red, blue, flames and smoke, water waves and wind blades, like a rotting flood. Since the gods know the location of the ancient ruins, they have armed the Holy Alliance with many props, including magic circles, wild beasts, and mud weapons... They can even drive some alien species, leading to a sharp increase in casualties.

 “Find the Old God! Kill him!”

"—The most important thing is the old god. He has not yet revived. He must be killed!"

“There is also the Immortal Talisman Seal. Everyone, follow me! Destroy the Immortal Talisman Seal!”

Ah Du has invaded the enemy's communication channel, and the enemy's piercing shouts are heard one after another in the headset. Su Mingan listened quietly, listening to the enemy's hatred and murderous intention towards him.

At the end of the army, he saw Mizushima Kawakora at a glance. She led a group of players to stand on the hillside, looking at him from a distance.

 The fighting lasted from afternoon to evening.

Day and night seemed to have reached a critical point at this moment. The scorching flames lit up in the distance, and the flames filled the sky in an instant.

 “Report…energy load exceeds 25%…”

“The frequency of use of the weapon has exceeded the load limit by 10%…”

“The energy transmission device has been damaged and the estimated repair time is 12 hours…”

 Even at night, the sky is still as bright as day. In addition to the overwhelming barrier, there were also exploding flares, flares, bright light spells, and flashing talismans, which turned the earth into a light color.

The sound of the horn became longer and longer, and the air was filled with the smell of haze and sand. War in this era is different from ordinary war, with spells, talismans, and thermal weapons mixed together. Even the most experienced veteran generals have difficulty judging how to face the enemy, not to mention that the enemy has the help of alien species. Just contact can easily cause mental pollution to spread.

Su Mingan was sitting in a mechanical wheelchair, with his index finger on his forehead, and the last ray of sunlight passed from the corner of his eyebrows. He has maintained this posture for a long time. He was unable to move forward from his position, and the immortal talisman and special medicine could not reach the designated location.

In the distance, on a slightly higher slope, Mizushima Kawakora stood there with his personal guards. Even though the distance between the two was extremely far, Su Mingan could always see her. Wearing a crystal crown and holding a holy sword, she watched the battlefield as he did.

 They didn’t take action.

 Once one side takes action to help the situation, the other side will also start to take action. The killing speed of both sides is almost the same, which will eventually lead to heavy casualties on both sides. Like nuclear weapons that restrict each other.

“Has the flamethrower been activated?”

“(582,192) Requesting support! Come and heal! Isabella is injured!”

“The signal of the Golden Eagle Squadron has been interrupted, located in the Sai area of ​​the Northeast District (482, 192)…”

Su Mingan took off the headset.

 He has been listening to the channel communication for nearly ten hours, and there is a buzzing in his head.

 “…Su Mingan.” Yueyue walked to her side. She was wearing heavy machinery, and the sword blade in her hand was like an icy blue electric light.

"Um."

"I'm going to assassinate Mizushima Kawakora. You must move forward." Yueyue said.

 “Do you have a plan?” Su Mingan did not refuse.

Yueyue showed him the plan, including Yueyue, Li Yuxuan, Yi Zhongyu, Mo Yan and others, forming a sharp-headed force to assassinate Mizushima Kawakora. Su Mingan's team can continue to move forward without restrictions.

 “Okay.” He didn’t interfere too much. In such a large-scale war, he only needs to contribute combat power and symbolic significance, and will not interfere with the generals' decisions.

At 10:40 p.m., the Pointed Team used teleportation props to successfully transfer Mizushima Kawakora. The **** was able to move forward.

 At 11:20 pm, the road suddenly collapsed, which was a gravity trap by the enemy. The moment Su Mingan fell, he was held up by several talismans, but many people were unable to save themselves and fell into the abyss.

The population figure on the tablet dropped by double digits. Su Mingan's fingers flexed and stretched slightly, but he gave up on returning. There are too many traps like this along the way. If he turns back every time, he will fall before dawn.

 “gods…”

 The gods don’t care about these lives. As long as Su Mingan goes back once, the gods will make money. The gods know him so well that every trap and every assassination will happen when he least expects it.

 At 11:42 pm, Su Mingan encountered a trap for the sixth time. This time, it was the guard Yang Qi beside him who noticed it immediately and pushed him out of the explosion range.

 “Lord God…”

Yang Qi, who was as silent as an ancient tree, had no extra words and only left a call.

 “Boom—!”

The fire engulfed his eyes.

 At 0:20 a.m., the mountain collapsed. Meng Xunjia's Bu Xiu immediately lit the talisman and resisted the falling boulders with his shoulders until Su Ming'an and other core figures retreated to a safe area.

 When Su Mingan reached out towards him, the remaining boulder fell completely. The last thing Bu Xiuwei had left was a smile.

 “…gods…”

 “Boom—!”

 The violent noise drowned out everything.

At 2:30 in the morning, thirty-two priests teleported to Su Mingan and stabbed him with sharp knives, but they were all blocked by the general Yi Tiezheng beside him.

Even though Su Mingan killed these priests, Yi Tiezheng's body was covered in black patches. These priests are holding sharp swords that can seal their throats with blood.

“…Your Highness.” Yi Tiezheng closed his eyes.

 The population figures on the tablet flashed dimly.

 At four o'clock in the morning, the rain fell.

Su Mingan stood beside the piles of corpses, staring at the increasingly dazzling starry sky. His black hair was completely wet from the rain, and the casualty list in his hand became blurry.

His body was still clean, with no blood or wounds, but the things around him were so tragic that it was suffocating.

 In the heavy rain, a delicate green-leafed flower swayed among the piles of white bones, as if waiting for the silent dawn to light up.

 Not a virtual screen, not an illusion.

This is the first flower to grow from the ground since the gods blocked history.

 In the rain, he saw a blurry figure.

 (End of this chapter)