Chapter 770 Seven hundred and sixty nine

The bright red blood shot up.

“Tick, tick, tick.”

Liquid drips to the ground. The bright red and ice white collided, reflecting everyone’s shocked eyes.

Their expressions were still in a state of worrying about Su Mingan. Someone’s steps have not had time to land, and someone’s hand has just stretched out anxiously—

They saw this scene.

Blood slid down the blade and dripped on the ground.

The invincible Arman sword pierced the body of the god, pierced through the chest, and pierced out from the back.

The special effects of [Forced Hit] of the Yellow Rose Lock flow on the blade, like a rose blooming in blood. Su Mingan maintained the posture of drawing the sword, raised his head, and looked at the **** who was very close to him.

Aktor’s face was still calm and unwavering, and the **** seemed to have returned to his usual peace. The pair of gray pupils clearly reflected the tear-stained Su Mingan.

Then, the corner of the god’s mouth moved slightly.

“A little unexpected.” The **** smiled: “You are the only variable outside my plan, Su Mingan. As the number one leader of the world game, your perseverance and wisdom are worthy of recognition.”

The dark red blood slid down the corner of the god’s mouth, the **** stepped back a few steps, and the long sword pulled out a long blood line in the air.

…

“Ding Dong!”

【Kill (God Bionic Body), Exp50000! (Experience will be replenished after the player upgrades to Tier 5 and Tier 1)]

【Obtain the title (God Killer): You have the qualification to understand the word “God”, and you will understand the mysteries of “authority, energy, belief” more easily. 】

…

In people’s shocked sight, the **** fell down.

The blood stained the ground red, like a **** map that is gradually spreading.

This scene was too sudden, too joking, and too absurd. People haven’t prepared themselves mentally, and they even feel that the really tragic battle has not begun, but it ends suddenly, making them feel that this is another round.

The brain went blank, and they didn’t know what to say. The only thing left in people’s eyes was the figure wrapped in the scarlet hose. The black-haired young man was holding a blood-stained sword, and his face was full of uncontrollable tears. The expression on his face was entangled with love and hatred, as if he was laughing or crying.

When the excitement reaches the extreme, people will laugh and cry. When the sadness reaches the extreme, people will laugh out loud instead. Laughter and tears are always inseparable.

No one knew Su Mingan’s mood, his expression seemed to be blank.

“…”

Su Mingan couldn’t hear what the **** said, nor could he hear the system prompt.

Crazy, trivial, superimposed, detailed, screams and cries from different human beings, like the sea water pouring over his ears, everything in front of him is like a swaying double image in a dream—Beiliser is waiting Countless simulated loneliness and despair, as well as the deep sadness and regret of losing his companions rushed in, occupying his entire thinking space.

Sense is like a fragile silk string, he has long been unable to find its complete trace, and before he knew it, it snapped with a snap.

This sword hit, all depends on the equipment skill of the Yellow Rose Lock.

His entire vision has been cut off very quickly. After coughing, he felt a warm and moist touch gushing out from the corner of his mouth.

“—Su Mingan! Su Mingan!”

Amidst the haze, a voice kept calling him, with the tone and persistence of a young man.

“—Su Mingan!”

Followed by more different voices.

They were like floating duckweed, or a strand of straw hanging from the stern, and he looked up in the depths—seeing these hook lines hanging down to him, and a statue of a **** falling into the depths.

Some people say that Su Mingan is also a kind of “god”.

All existences that endow human beings with blessings and beliefs, and whose ability and will crush them, can be regarded as “gods”—it is a kind of “meaning”, in order to confirm the legitimacy of certain moral and collective behaviors Sex, and man is a product “subordinate to meaning”.

A kind of collective will, a kind of belief, human beings cannot do without it. In the end times of extreme despair, human beings need its existence even more.

In the eyes of outsiders, Su Mingan is omnipotent and always right—he is the “god” in the end-time environment of the world game.

People always believe that the future of mankind should not be created by the so-called gods, but must be formed by the cohesion of the thin power of everyone. Just like the ruined world, even if there is a **** in people’s eyes like “Asa Actor”, it is still inseparable from the dedication of Jiuxi, the struggle of countless scientists, and the sacrifice of countless revolutionaries.

So human beings don’t believe in everything about Su Ming’an as a “human”, because he really managed to create the future by himself, crushing all the players, and even Noel’s fighting power can’t keep up with his footsteps—“Human” can’t do it at this point.

It seems that in their eyes, “Su Mingan” is hardly a person.

He is more like a spirit, a war in which countless people uphold the “Su Mingan Spirit” as their ideal.

This is a point of view in the World Forum. Some people think that Su Mingan is not a selfish person. They think that Su Mingan is sacrificing for some ideal.

Therefore, this point of view deprives Su Mingan of his rights as a “human being” as a matter of course, erases his spirit of sacrifice and struggle as a “human being”, and denies all the rationality of his struggle so far. If he is an independent, single “person”, it is impossible to do this.

—unless he is a “reified spirit”.

—unless he is an “incarnation of the will of the world.”

—Unless he is a “perfect program”.

—Unless he is “a tool sent by the organizer”.

—or…unless he is “the host itself.”

These speculations are complicated. People try their best to guess the name “Su Mingan” above the height of “untouchable” and “unimaginable”, and try their best to give him complicated reputation, identity and aura.

They guessed so much, but he couldn’t be a “person”, a 19-year-old student.

He is no different from Aktor who was forced to solidify on the throne of God.

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【You are gradually getting used to titles such as “god” and “incarnation of the will of the world”. You sit in this position and use your reputation and fame to deploy resources and command the army. 】

【You are getting farther and farther away from normal humans, your personality has been completely alienated, your emotions have become indifferent, even if you laugh, you feel that this is an apology to the dead. 】

【—You are Asa Actor. 】

【The co-lord of mankind, the embodiment of civilization, the will of the world. 】

【You sit numbly on a chair,】

【It’s like becoming a solidified empty shell. 】

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“…”

Drowning in the deep sea that cannot escape.

Su Mingan’s five senses have gradually been broken, and he almost forgot who he is, as if his actions for these few hours were all based on instinct.

Aktor’s empathy, North Lyser’s empathy was like a tsunami, drowning him.

But there are still people who are persistently shouting:

“—Su Mingan!”

“—Su Mingan!”

Noel’s crisp and high voice, Yamada Machiichi’s soft but firm voice, Violet’s smooth silky voice, Xi’s clear voice like a stream… and the echoes of countless people.

Pulled the hooks hanging towards him, after struggling for a long time, he finally opened his eyes.

Amidst the scarlet blood, Noel shook his shoulders. A strand of blond hair hung before his eyes, the color of a sunflower.

Seeing that he woke up, Noel had a smile on his face, that smile seemed to be regained.

“As long as you’re fine.” Noel’s voice was trembling: “Just leave it to us… just leave it to us.”

Beside Su Mingan, people were trying their best to untangle those tangled scarlet hoses, but these hoses had already stuck to Su Mingan’s back, like a group of blood-sucking worms who would not let go. what will happen.

Most of the hall was filled with dense crowds, people in robes, armor, and civilians. Su Mingan hardly knew any of them, but they looked at him with trust, as if they had already regarded him as a banner.

“This thing can’t be disassembled, and it can’t be chopped.” Zhang Xiaoqi muttered, jumping up and down like a hairy monkey, fiddled with the scarlet hose.

“Can you try to pull it from the other side? I always feel that this ending is too weird, and it doesn’t feel like it’s over yet. Hurry up and help Su Mingan get out of these hoses first.” Qiuqiu tried desperately, sweating profusely.

“I don’t know, Su Mingan is awake, let him judge…”

“…”

Su Mingan looked sideways and found that the god’s body was gone. In fact, when the **** fell to the ground and the blood flowed out, the god’s body decomposed and disappeared automatically.

“…No.” He said, his voice was so hoarse that he was shocked.

“What did you say?”

As soon as Su Mingan spoke, everyone immediately shifted their gazes to stare at him.

The longing and admiration in their eyes makes people hallucinate those memories of Akto—those people who obviously don’t know Akto can give their lives because of Akto’s order.

“…Go first and find the gods.” Su Mingan said intermittently.

He doesn’t believe that a **** who has no plans will fail completely just because he was cut off with a sword. If this is the deliberate act of the gods, then everyone has fallen into a chain.

“People have been sent to look for it. Most of them started to search the floors of the building, and some people went to the rooftop.” Xi held his hand next to him: “We will find a way to help you get rid of these hoses. If the hoses don’t get out for a while , the next time you start, you’re still going to be in emotional resonance. You’ve done enough to rest.”

…yes?

… Can I take a break?

Su Mingan didn’t believe it would be so good. Every time people told him that “everything is over”, it always ushered in a bigger crisis.

“I…” He opened his mouth, but felt his face was sticky, as if it was another tear that fell naturally.

Xi stretched out her hand.

She scratched his cheek with some rough fingertips, wiping away the tears on his face. Since he broke away from the emotional empathy of Northern Lyser, these physical tears could not be stopped.

After she wiped it gently, the water dripped even more fiercely, and Su Mingan couldn’t help closing her eyes, trying to control these disobedient reactions.

Soon, a gentle hug approached him, like approaching a fireplace with crackling matches in winter.

Xi hugged him very restrainedly. She put her hand on his back, as if giving him strength and comfort.

“…Many years ago, there was a lot of rain in the forest that day. You sang the song of freedom by the campfire. You promised that you would go to the end with us.” Xi whispered: “Now, Sen is gone, Trey Ya is gone, Noah is gone, Xia Sheng is gone, Yaowen is gone, but the survivors will continue to accompany you.”

“If you feel sad, of course you have the qualifications to give up. I gradually figured out that this is not your world, and you already have the right to choose.”

“We won’t push you, we won’t hate you, everyone here likes you.”

“Xiaoshuai, if you want to stay, that’s fine, I will continue to accompany you, and countless people who have survived will accompany you.”

“If you want to keep going, that’s fine, maybe in the future… you will meet countless people like me.”

“Most of what we present to you are scarce survival resources, unbearable human nature, harsh winters, displaced people, and wars all over the land… This world is full of devastation, and it seems that there is nothing worth nostalgia for.”

“But as long as you look back, remember that there is a civilization called Ruin World here, think of the names and faces of us people, think of the bonfire and oasis here, and think of the first bunch of lilies blooming here in spring, think of me What I told you today…”

“Then I’m very satisfied.”

“We are already very satisfied to meet you.”

It was like a blast of fireworks in the daytime, the warmth on her face seemed to extend from the nerve endings, and it was as hot as a fire.

Su Mingan’s gaze trembled for a moment.

His eyes passed over Xi’s shoulders, looking at the people talking and walking, as if he heard the echoes of countless people in the ruined world.

Suddenly, he saw a dark figure standing on the edge of the sky fence.

The white-haired youth stands in the darkness, always following the darkness. When Su Ming’an suddenly met his gaze, Lin Guang pulled his lips and smiled.

Lin Guang’s smile is no longer so stiff compared to when we first met in Cataclysm 32, just like a normal person’s smile. But there are still strong traces of imitation in this smile, it can be seen that it is the result of careful practice, not that Lin Guang is really happy.

Su Mingan stood up.

Everyone followed his actions, stopped talking, and showed vigilance against the sudden appearance of Lin Guang.

In the darkness, Lin Guang just moved his lips and made a mouth shape:

“Stay, come down, come on.”

Even the mouth shapes are in Dragon Mandarin.

After a while, Lin Guang didn’t make any eye contact with him. Turn around, leaving behind an extremely indifferent back.

“Dah.”

“Dah.”

“Dah.”

Lin Guang turned his back to the people every step he took, making a dull sound on the iron plank road behind the fence.