First Player Chapter 493

   Chapter 493 Chapter 490 "He is the saddest."

  Su Mingan took out the compass.

   At this point, the compass that could have shown Sibel's position had malfunctioned, and he couldn't see the red dot representing her.

   "Shadow, let me ask you, has God Bai descended on the sky?" Su Mingan stood up straight.

   "No." Shadow replied, wondering why this person didn't even know about this: "Master Baishen has never appeared. I...have been waiting for his appearance."

   "Well." Su Mingan said, "How old is Sissi this year?"

   "Ten, ten years old." Shadow said.

  Su Mingan nodded.

   He remembered that the previous Sibel looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

  Cissy Zewan seems to be another name of hers. She introduces herself as Sibel, but everyone else calls her Sissi.

   So, is he suddenly back... five years ago?

   Judging from the current information, five years ago, Baishen was created by people's beliefs and descended on the dome for the first time. He blocked the curse of mud that suddenly appeared in the sky, turned into a barrier and died like a flash in the pan.

   Looking at the current time, Baishen does not exist yet.

  So, what kind of special copy did he accidentally enter due to the search of the underground laboratory?

   He didn't even notice when it started and reached this timeline.

  …No wonder the raven suddenly disappeared.

   "Let's go." He looked at the shadow: "Go save people first."

   "—Chase! Chase!"

  In the night, the angry voices of the guards resounded throughout the first tribe.

   In front of them, a group of children ran very fast.

  The girl named Coco kept throwing flames in her hands. They were like arson teams, burning wherever they went.

   The entire clan was burning with bright red flames, and people's coughs were constantly heard.

   "Cough, cough, cough..."

  Due to the destruction of the airtight buildings, black fog filled the air, and some ethnic groups even started coughing up blood.

   Gradually, behind the children, there was no sound of guards chasing after them.

   Thick smoke obscured their vision, and they even started coughing because of the smoke inhaled.

   "Coco, stop..." Some children couldn't help but say.

  The flame in Coco's hand stopped.

   The flames burned so hard that she was also a little scared.

  The children's team stopped in a corner of the tribe, looking at the heat wave in front of them, their eyes were a little dazed.

   After a short silence, a child swallowed and spoke softly.

   “…Are we going a little too far?” he said.

   They were all passionate, and they found a way to set fires that looked very reliable. They wanted to distract the attention of the guards, but they didn't want to destroy the tribe at all.

   But looking at the situation, the fire has already burned a little too far.

   Obviously the usual small fires, the tribe will easily handle, and will not fall into such a terrifying situation.

Xiaoke's fire has the characteristics of continuous burning, and it is a very strong flame. In addition, they came out of the inner tunnel, and the guards were not prepared. They also knew all the places that were easy to catch fire. , Before the elders could react, the flames spread all over the first tribe like a tsunami.

   "I...I..." Feng Qiqi suddenly turned pale.

   "Qiqi, what's wrong with you?" Only then did the children realize that Feng Qiqi's face was already very bad.

   "I forgot one thing..." Feng Qiqi's whole body was shaking: "The current natural disaster period is the flame period. In this environment, the flames will receive all-round bonuses and become difficult to extinguish..."

  The children were shocked when they heard it.

   They didn't consider this situation at all, they just wanted to take the opportunity to save people, but the development of the fire has far exceeded their expectations.

   They seem to...have done something very wrong.

   A mistake that will make them regret for the rest of their lives.

   "—This is the sky fire that Lord Baishen has cast down—Baishen is angry!"

   A loud scream of a female tribe suddenly sounded from the thick fog, and her voice was full of sadness.

   "—Sir Baishen is angry. This is the fire from the sky that He sent down. It's because our faith is not pious enough!"

  Some people also shouted loudly, their voices rising and falling in the black mist.

   "—It must be the young patriarch, Lord Sike Zewan, and Lord Shushan Zewan's escape behavior, which made Lord Baishen angry!"

   "That's right... This fire is our punishment..."

   "Today's plan, the only way to appease the wrath of Lord Baishen is to hold the ritual of worshiping the gods as soon as possible and throw their children into the lava..."

   "Elders! Save us, we are devout believers in Baishen..."

   Hearing these screams, the children's eyes were blank.

   Feng Qiqi gnashed his teeth in anger when he heard these voices. He jumped up and stood on the hillside with some height next to him.

   He took a deep breath, and, condescendingly, shouted at these rising and falling voices:

   "—It's not that Lord Baishen is angry! I set the fire! You guys are sober!"

   "—Don't entrust everything to the ritual of worshiping the gods! It's just a backward ritual! It's useless to put a child into the lava! It's useless!"

   "—It's not the fire from the sky! It's the fire that I set! The ritual of worshiping the gods is useless! How can you be cruel enough to throw a child into the lava!"

   His cry was angry and sad, but it was useless, the fire was so big that his voice didn't get far.

   He clarified it all hoarsely, as if to tear his throat.

  The flames rose, and thick black smoke got into his throat.

   "—all of this, everything I put out—cough, cough, cough, cough!"

   He coughed violently suddenly, his small face flushed with the flames.

   He covered his mouth and opened his eyes full of water. He looked directly at the raging fire below, and saw the innocent people fleeing in the sea of ​​​​fire.

Some of these ethnic groups were burnt to death in their sleep, some fell into the smoke and never moved again, and some were cursed by the black fog at night, turning from living people into a pool mud…

  Men, women, old people, children... They were running in the sea of ​​fire of death, crying and shouting, their relatives fell one by one, and everything in front of them was like hell.

  The people who have worked hard all their lives have now become fragile lives.

   Feng Qiqi's eyes gradually became empty.

   At this moment, a strong remorse eroded his mind.

  …It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this!

   He just set a fire and created chaos!

  …Why, why is it the flame period of natural disasters…

   He was standing on a high hillside with children beside him. As the soul stone was exhausted and extinguished, some people had already started vomiting blood.

  Coco started howling, a pair of dark horns trembling in the back of her head.

   She felt that it was she who was responsible for the arson that caused all this, and that she was the sinner who should have been thrown into the lava. Why should the innocent Qian Qian die? Is it because of so-called traditions and oracles?

  Why are adults so indifferent to black and white, do people become like that when they grow up?

   She cried and cried, and suddenly began to vomit black mud.

  Due to a strong emotional outburst, the curse on her body was detonated in advance.

   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... it's all caused by me... it's all caused by me..." She cried and cried, gradually becoming speechless, and sludge spread out from all over her body.

   She looked at her dirty hands, and at the other children who were full of fear at her, turned around, and rushed towards the sea of ​​fire crying.

  The flames engulfed her body that was on the verge of breaking out of the curse, and the cries were gradually annihilated by red.

  Feng Qiqi blankly watched her back disappear in the flames, watched her playful claw braids ignited by fire, and saw her slender body burn in pain in the sea of ​​fire.

   He watched all this blankly.

   he suddenly realized.

  …he really.

   did a very, very regretful thing that can make him regret the wrong thing for a lifetime.

   He made everything go off track.

   He forced his sister to be put on the death row ahead of schedule.

   He made the ritual of the gods obligatory.

   All his actions that he longed for a happy ending made everyone achieve the worst ending.

  At this moment, without listening carefully, he knew that all those who fled in the sea of ​​fire were saying in unison—

  【Hurry up - let's let the **** sacrifice ceremony take place! 】

   [As long as the child is thrown away, Lord Baishen's anger will be quelled, and the fire will be taken back—]

they said.

   Skyfire is punishing them.

   Hurry up and drop Sissi.

  The hot air poured into Feng Qiqi's trachea, and it was difficult for him to even breathe.

   Hearing the screams of the people from all directions, he suddenly understood that the gods who could not save them were not gods at all.

  —even though he was named a god, but he couldn't protect them, and even a **** who never really showed up—wasn't a **** at all.

  …after that.

   He will no longer believe in anyone who claims to be a god.

   "Feng Qiqi, where are we going now?" a girl asked, her whole body trembling with fear.

   Feng Qiqi turned his head and looked at a dumb boy.

  This boy has been quiet all the time, and he usually laughs. He is much bigger than the others, and he is very sturdy, like a muscular man.

   An old axe was leaning on his side, and he counted the pebbles in his hand like he was counting some treasures.

   "Longevity." Feng Qiqi called out the sturdy boy's name: "Can I ask you...use your ability to protect them and send them out?"

"Oh."

  The sturdy boy named Changsheng responded dumbly, he looked a little dumb.

   "What about you? Qiqi, won't you run away with us?" said a short-headed child anxiously.

   The situation was beyond their control, and all they could do was run as best they could. As for saving people... they can't do it anymore, the fog is so thick that they can't even see the road.

   They have gone from innocents to sinners.

   Whether they meant it or not, they did cause this disaster.

   "I..." Feng Qiqi said softly, "I won't leave."

   "Don't go? Then why are you staying here?" The short-headed child took his hand: "Let's go together! Your father is the next heir to the patriarch. If you leave, the elders will not come and force you to arrest you!"

   Feng Qiqi was silent for a moment.

  Hot air poured down his trachea, scalding his chest.

   He was almost out of breath.

   When he spoke, his eyes were red, and his voice was extremely hoarse:

   "...And what about Sissi? What should she do?"

  The children shut their mouths.

   Today, the only thing that can calm people's anger and sadness is the ritual of the gods.

  Whether it works or not, it must be done now.

   is the fire that heightens its necessity and puts it on the bright side.

   They caused this result.

The elders couldn't catch Feng Qiqi, who was hiding in the fire, so they could only find Qian Qian, who was still living in the stone castle, because both of them were the most talented people in the clan, and one of them had to be invested. magma.

  It is estimated that at this time, Qian Qian has been taken away by the elders. After all, the elders have never appeared in the fire.

   They should have gone to the lava mouth of the back mountain.

   Feng Qiqi turned around.

   There was no smile on his face, and at the moment when he saw the disaster, he no longer had the state of shouting "I am the Dark Lord".

   He did bring people, what he called "judgment in hell", but together with his sister.

   To him, it was darker than darkness, more painful than pain, and more frightening than death.

   He held the black knife in his hand and walked towards the back mountain.

   "Qiqi! Where are you going!" a child shouted.

   "I'm going to replace Sissi and quell people's anger," he said.

   He used to be the person who hated the ritual of sacrifice to the gods the most.

   But in the face of disaster, he was the most powerless.

   He is the saddest.

   He walked away from the crying children and walked into the fire alone.

   The dark energy danced with him, the flames avoided his steps, and everything was cut open by the black knife in his hand.

  —The Destroyer waved his blade.

   All is open for his way.

   (end of this chapter)

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