First Player

   Chapter 677 Chapter 674 "D-R-E-A-D"

  【Fifteen minutes ago】

   "Wait...Tretia, I have something to ask you." Su Mingan said.

  Tretia bowed her head slightly, her eyes bright: "Huh?"

   "Why did you announce that I was a bionic body?"

  Tretia: "Only by doing such a betrayal of you can I gain the trust of [Hewei] and successfully enter the City of God. Only then can I successfully save you."

   "What is the concept of [Hewei]?"

Tretia explained patiently: "[Taiwei] are invaders from other civilizations. They can't directly invade our world. They can only confuse agents like Lin Guang by whispering, causing human infighting. I guess, if When human beings are internally attributable to a certain extent, it is possible for them to really intervene in this world.”

   She patiently answered all his questions, the wound on her body from the glass scratches was still bleeding. But she didn't seem to feel the pain.

   She knew that her teacher, Asa Aktor, was dead. In the first year of the Cataclysm of the Century, after Akto decided to activate the dawn system, she saw him enter the "LIGHT" dawn password with her own eyes, and saw his body turn into a gray-haired old man.

  The latecomers are all bionic bodies of Akto.

   She was mentally prepared, she knew she would never see him again.

   But the moment she met Su Mingan at the beginning of Cataclysm 32, she was stunned. He is too similar to Akto. He is also calm and firm, wise and resolute, good at motivating others with words, and will play each of the few good cards just right, leading the crumbling human civilization to the present situation.

"...The moment I saw you, I suddenly realized that in fact, the teacher will never die." Tretia smiled: "The obsession he had before his death was engraved into this world, as if His immortal soul. Whether you are a visitor from another world, or a bionic technology composed of programs. No matter how many times you die and how many bones you accumulate, as long as there are people like you, the fire of civilization will not go out. ."

  Number of deaths…

  Su Ming'an's expression remained unchanged.

   "Bang!" Terettia stretched out one hand, her source light drilled into the body of the dormant machines on the ground, they obeyed her instructions, and cleared a path for her to rush to the recovery room.

The floor-to-ceiling glass on the left can see the snow scene, and the height of the 107th floor can already see the firelight swaying in the distance. If you have observation skills, you may be able to see Su Rin and others who are fighting in the air. The ground is bloody. Army of millions.

   The distance between them suddenly became extremely close.

  It turned out to be such a feeling when looking at the battlefield from the city of God. Like a **** looking down on the world.

   Walking on this long corridor, Su Mingan suddenly realized something similar to "destiny". Even though Kaiusta started only seven days ago, he felt that he had really experienced this period of vigorous dawn battle. Now that the bell of fate has struck the last moment, all the actors on the stage are walking uncontrollably towards the final outcome.

   Will there be a winner in this war? Or will everyone die together?

  Tretia, Rongyuan, Xi, Sen, Xia Sheng, Cheng Luohe, Yaowen, Noah, Xiaobi... In just seven days, he met countless people living in the past and history. Each of them is not like NPC, but like a living real creature.

  Tretia's beige hair fell down and brushed against his ear.

  Her blue eyes are like condensed amber, reflecting his figure attentively:

   "—I will assist you in realizing all your wishes, whether it is to overthrow the gods' camp or keep the fire of mankind alive. As long as you want, I can do it."

   This is an oath.

Her eyes are firm and frenzied, and Tretia is even crazier than Sibel. If Sibel is a giant iceberg lurking on the seabed, Tretia is an active volcano that may erupt at any time, with extremely high heat and scalding heat. The lava could even cover herself.

   But Tretia doesn't have Sibel's chance to reincarnate, she only has one life, what makes her desperate to help him?

  The City of God is in peril. How much risk will she take to infiltrate the building system of the City of God? Once she dies here, she will bear the title of "traitor" and will never be able to stand up.

   "I don't understand why you helped me. I'm not the teacher you are familiar with." Su Mingan said.

   "It doesn't matter, to me, it's all the same."

  Su Mingan frowned, and he emphasized: "But I'm Lewis, and I'm not the same person as Akto."

"I love your soul, I love the eternal symbol of civilization for the sake of civilization, you have such a soul, and I love such a soul, it doesn't matter who you are. As long as you always have such a soul Soul, I will love you."

   Her words made Su Mingan stunned.

   This unique and weird "love" he had never heard of before.

   penetrates appearance, money and background, and only loves the most essential characteristics of a person. This love can be broad enough to fall in love with anyone with a homogeneous soul, or it can be selfish enough to do anything for the one soul it loves only.

   This definition of "love", which he had never heard before, reminded him of God.

   God loves the world.

  Tretia, who loves a kind of soul so thoroughly... This kind of broad and extremely selfish love reminds him of God's "love".

   At this moment, she suddenly looked like a god.

  Her beautiful facial features, gorgeous lip blush, and her bright eyes all became homogenous in his eyes. It seemed to him that he saw an equally simple and monstrous soul, a love so wild and incomprehensible.

   There seems to be a magnet on her body, making it difficult for ordinary people to take their eyes off her. This interesting philosophical line of thinking sets her apart from ordinary people.

   "It's here." Tretia stopped suddenly, and inside the glass door was a white room, the lower end of the machine that was raised like a punch, and a quiet cabin lay on the ground.

  Ling Guang fell asleep in the recovery cabin, with a peaceful expression on his face, without the usual haze and distortion on his face. When he closed his eyes, he almost looked like Lu Shu, with a warm and calm air on his body.

  …but he is only Lin Guang now.

   This is a demon, a demon who sacrificed millions of lives with blood and devastated the life of the world. While the demon appears quiet and harmless now, the demon only bares its fangs when awake.

  Su Mingan stood against the wall, barely able to control his legs, the effect of the anesthetic was fading little by little.

   "Why does he have to enter the recovery cabin every year?" Su Ming'an asked.

"Maybe it's to restore his memory." Tretia began to arrange bombs. She set up a pulse current bomb, which could sweep the room in an instant: "The moment Lin Guang woke up and opened the hatch is the most vulnerable, neither The protection of the recovery pod, and there is no link to the red hose."

  Su Mingan turned his head to the side and saw the heavy snow outside the floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor. The snow scene unfolded in front of him like a movie curtain, almost within reach, and a blossoming white epiphyllum reflected the sky-high flames in the distance.

   It turns out that the city of gods can’t keep the four seasons like spring.

   In this world, there is no spring at all.

  …

   Time passes by little by little.

   At the moment when Lin Guang opened his eyes and got up.

   "Boom!"

   Explosive sound.

  The fire swept through the room like a tsunami. The floor-to-ceiling glass of the promenade, which is only two meters away, was heated and expanded, and it was bent like thin paper. In an instant, heavy snow poured in from the crack, instantly turning Su Ming'an's hair white.

   He felt cold enough to faint. This body has undergone Su Rin's surgery, and Su Rin once instructed him to "infuse energy once a day".

   But now the situation is critical, Su Rin can't get out of the front line commander, and the two can't meet at all.

   "Whoohoo!"

   One side of the fire lit up the sky, and the other side was sprayed with ice and snow. In an instant, the 107 layers were illuminated as bright as day, and the ground cast a scorching shadow. Su Ming'an took a step back and clearly heard the whining from the body that had been anesthetized for a long time.

  The old bullet wound, the leftover effect of anesthesia, the side effects of the mental stabilization capsule, the lack of physical energy... A series of negative effects poured out at this moment, and the cold intensified Su Mingan's senses.

He instantly filled the room with another 4000 mana spatial vibration, "Boom!" With a loud noise that almost shattered the eardrums, even the reinforced metal walls began to collapse, and everything he saw trembled. transpiration—

   "Teacher!" Tretia wanted to help him.

   "Kill Linguang!" Su Mingan immediately shouted.

  Tretia didn't hesitate, covered the source of light, turned and rushed towards the room, her long beige hair was raised high by the impact of the fire, and her eyes were red with smoke.

   This layer has begun to shake, and there are faint signs of collapse. The 4000 mana space vibration is more violent than high-precision explosives, and it is no longer clear what the original structure of the twisted metal blocks was. Tretia rushed straight towards the recovery cabin, her pupils almost dyed blood red—

   She saw the light in the firelight.

   His body was hot, as if disintegrating under the light, and half of his body was scorched, revealing large black cracked flesh. He seemed to be opening his mouth to say something, but the voice was too fragmented for her to hear.

   "Squeaky-!!"

  The ceiling was cracked, and several awakened robots were firmly in front of her. She fired a shot, and the source light exploded. The combat power of up to 3000 made her like a tiger entering a flock.

   "Boom-boom-boom!"

   The fire exploded, the scorched black fire rose, and the air was shaking in pain. Her hands turned into metal arms, and she punched her. The interface of the robot was smashed, and her head was separated. With her long hair flying, she hit her knees, pressing her knees against the chest of the flying robot.

   "Boom!"

  The metal pieces flew down from the sky, scratching her cheeks, the blood was gone in a flash, her palms opened and closed, and the sharp metal thorns pointed directly at Lin Guang—

   At this moment, she finally heard Lin Guang's voice.

   "Tretia, humanity has long since lost. You and I are both struggling ants in the world."

  Lin Guang's expression was desperate, and the recovery of his memory reminded him of a lot of things, and he already knew the essence of this world.

   "Fuck! It's you!" Tretia couldn't help but scolded, she stabbed him in the neck without hesitation.

   And Lin Guang just looked at her:

   "Treatia. D-R-E-A-D."

next moment.

  Tretia's fingers stopped in front of Lin Guang's neck.

   Her expression turned from anger to doubt, then disbelief, doubt, sadness... At last, there was only despair on her face.

  Lingguang's words were like a switch. At this moment, a lot of memories emerged in her mind.

  …

  Su Mingan waited at the door for a while, but did not wait for Tretia to return.

   He sat down against the wall, his body almost freezing.

  The wind and snow met his face, and the fire was blazing into the sky in the distance. It was eleven o’clock in the middle of the night, and the war had entered a white-hot stage, and countless lives were lost every second.

   "Da, da-" Footsteps came from the right end of the corridor.

   A woman with red hair came slowly. Her face is youthful and beautiful, and a shell necklace hangs around her neck.

  —Su Mingan knew her.

   She died sixteen years ago, when Doomsday City was just established. Her name was Faith, and she died of a poisoned bottle of milk. Why is she here?

   "Hello." The red-haired woman didn't seem to see the current situation where the fire was filled with light, and her words were formalized and rigid, like a running program:

   "It's too cold, please drink some hot milk." She reached out and handed him the milk bottle in her hand.

   "Who are you?" Su Mingan asked.

   "I'm Faith, a mother," Faith said.

   "Aren't you dead?"

   "I am not dead, I am Faith, a mother."

   Fessi handed him the milk again: "Drink some hot milk, at your age, drinking some milk will help you grow taller."

   But Su Mingan didn't answer.

   He looked at Faith who looked like a program, and suddenly realized the truth of the world, even though it was still a layer of paper that could not be pierced.

   At this moment, a strong sense of absurdity and rupture rose in his heart.

   He heard Lin Guang's voice.

   "Lovis." Lin Guang said:

   "You usually play games, so when you control characters to fight, let them be beaten and injured over and over again, but have you ever thought about how sad they would be if they were conscious, but couldn't control themselves, and we were always in control?"

   "I don't understand what you said." Su Mingan said.

  Lin Guang just smiled miserably.

   There was no light in his eyes.

   (end of this chapter)