First Player Chapter 769

The afterglow of the light spills from the gaps in the lead gray walls, rolling out a soft outline in the hall.

Higher than the edge of the circular fence in the hall, the figure of the young man in the white suit is like the soft moonlight, and the ginkgo cufflinks on his wrists are still shining.

The light smudges his facial features with the same appearance as Akto's—Akto's features are not sharp, and can even be said to be soft. But when the gods used this face, the eyes lost half of their warmth, instead they were like cold ice thorns.

People's vigilant and fearful eyes followed the god, while he climbed up the stairs, his eyes dropped, overlooking the crowd. He ignored Noel who was standing at the front of the crowd, but shifted his gaze to Su Ming'an in the middle of the hall.

At this time, what filled most of the ice-white hall was a scarlet hose surging like a red sea. The dark-haired young man with his eyes closed and sleeping was motionless, like a black butterfly condensed in amber.

Countless hoses of different thicknesses surrounded him, entangled his limp limbs, the young man's head drooped slightly, and his side face was hidden in the scorching light and shadow cast by the ring night light, like a smear of blood born from bright red. Xi Wei Tianguang.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes cast a small shadow, as if he had finally found eternal peace in a deep sleep. His whole state seemed even more peaceful than when he was sober. But everyone knows that these scarlet hoses represent extreme danger, and if they continue to sleep like this, they will usher in death, which cannot be reversed.

"Su Ming'an!" Noel called him vigorously. Noel was always the first to speak at such moments.

"—Su Mingan!" followed by Yamada Machiichi's call.

"—Su Ming'an!" Followed by other players who tried to call. The voices were of different pitches, both men and women, and they all looked at the figure in the center.

Living in such a real world and having experienced all kinds of suffering in the world, it is hard for them not to substitute themselves into it, and most of them are infected by tension.

"—Xiaoshuai!"

"—Sir!"

"—Lord!"

Everyone is calling for him.

But Su Mingan still didn't move, as if he had fallen into an eternal sleep. His thin body was sunken deep in the blood red, every inch of his muscles was slack, as if he had completely lost his response to the outside world.

Yamada Machiichi said worriedly: "It should be fine for the time being. Su Mingan experienced Actor's emotional empathy before, and nothing happened for a full hour and forty minutes."

"It's not the same at all!" Noel suddenly said.

His blue pupils stared at Su Mingan, and his fingernails made imprints on his palm: "Su Mingan can last so long in accepting Akto's emotional empathy—that's because the two of them have a high degree of compatibility. But now accepting Bei Liser's emotional empathy is different! Su Ming'an and Bei Liser have no fit at all!"

Otherwise, how could Noah and Sen die irretrievably after less than fifteen minutes of emotional empathy. Because they have no fit with Actor.

Now, the situation of Su Mingan is the same.

Yamada Machiichi finally realized the criticality of the situation.

God looked at this scene, put his hands on the fence, and said regretfully: "It's a pity. It's a pity..."

He folded his hands, his posture still calm:

"Just a little bit... Just a little bit, you are going to win. I admit, he is the toughest opponent I have ever met, whether it is successfully saving the girl named Luo, or avoiding the emotional resonance trap... Fortunately, there was no mistake in the end. You in the ruined world are also a group of respectable rebels, and I will remember you well."

His voice echoed in the hall. People were extremely angry, but they dared not go forward. Those scarlet hoses that spread over half of the hall were like pythons that would eat people, rushing to them would kill them.

"Those who start to give victory speeches now will probably end up dying in an ugly way." Yamada Machiichi blushed and said loudly, "God, you Sima boy, I will also look forward to your failure! Gan Linniang!"

God thought for a moment, then nodded and said: "You are right, I can't give you a chance."

He raised his hand, and the scarlet hose immediately spread towards the side where the crowd was.

Yamadcho felt awkward for a moment, as if he had reminded the other party of something.

"Everyone is ready to resist skills!" Seeing this, Violet, as the commander in chief of the battle, immediately spoke out.

Before going upstairs, the players have been divided into various teams, led by Higurashi, Yamada Machiichi, Zhang Daoxuan, Qiuqiu, Ruiying, Locke and others in batches, divided into attack, long-range attack, control, treatment, halo, Summons and other sections.

"—All prepare to resist skills!"

As soon as Violet's voice came out, it was passed from front to back immediately, and the players shouted spontaneously to make sure everyone could hear it. With a "crash", a shocking scene appeared, and the rainbow suddenly appeared, and all kinds of lights were touched one by one. Lights up from the player base.

The structure of this central government building is very similar to the ruins of the central city building 40 years later. The circle in the middle is close to the straight elevator. As soon as you look up from the floor below, you can see the movement of the floor above through the glass.

The glass of the outer ring has been shattered, and even the high and vast sky can be seen, and the people standing on the edge of the hall have been drenched.

However, they dare not back down, and now there is no turning back.

"put!"

Violet ordered loudly, her long hair blowing up with the cold wind.

As soon as she gave an order, the defense professions raised their hands and put up their defense shields. The control professional waved his staff, and a colorful circle of light floated forward.

I don't know who summoned the flying sword, it has a dazzling cold light, like a waterfall hanging upside down suddenly, it seems to cut open a piece of heaven and earth.

I don't know who summoned the raging fire, and dozens of bright red flamingos rushed towards the **** standing on the plank road, turning into a golden-red streamline of air.

"Boom—!"

At this moment, there was a loud collision sound, and the whole building shook slightly. The colorful halo is like an illusory rainbow turning into reality, suppressing those writhing blood-red pythons!

The **** did not dodge or evade, and a transparent enchantment climbed up, blocking the blades and fire that attacked him.

"Da, da, da." There was a violent retreat sound, as if the tide had receded suddenly. People were pushed back again and again by the shock wave, but they still held on to the half-court area of the hall, staring angrily at the gods!

Because buildings cannot withstand artillery bombardment, neither gods nor players dare to use large-scale bombing weapons.

The few unlucky players were pushed back again and again, and fell out of the building along the broken glass.

Among the sound of heavy rain, only the sound of street fighting in the city-state came from a distance. Gunshots, explosions, screams... In addition to these soldiers who poured into the central government building, there are countless soldiers fighting for the dawn of the city-state.

"I underestimated you." The **** looked at the panting people and commented pertinently.

The strength shown by the players surprised him a bit. According to the performance of this group of people at the beginning of the dungeon, he thought they were scattered and could not gather together at all.

This group of players...selfish, cunning, and arrogant. You can change your position for a task. To be able to attack one's own people for a few rewards... This is a mob, and he didn't think they would be so united.

…What gave them the courage to unite?

…What made them fight so heroically together?

Kami looked to the center, looking at the sleeping figure.

…is it him?

Was it his ridiculous "beacon" that convinced them he could win?

The secret door that was closed around it suddenly opened wide.

"Boom, boom, boom."

One after another, icy robots, with extremely hideous weapon casings, jumped into the hall one by one, like a city wall, blocking people.

Under the terrified sight of the people, the **** jumped off the plank road, fell into the hall, and walked towards Su Mingan, who was surrounded by hoses, step by step.

"What are you doing!" Someone yelled.

"Stop him!" someone yelled.

"Om—"

At the moment of this crisis, thousands of silk threads suddenly appeared, like a woven net, and fell towards the gods!

Noel raised his palm forward, and the fine silk thread was drawn between his five fingers. The whole hall was surrounded by his silk thread, and the most dangerous place of strangulation suddenly aimed at the god!

After talking nonsense with the gods for so long, Noel has laid out this net of strangulation.

The **** continued to walk towards Su Ming'an as if he hadn't seen the silk threads.

next moment.

Viscous, pitch-black energy suddenly came from the other end of the hall, hung on the silk thread, tore it off, and broke the net of killing intent that Noel had intended for a long time.

Noel suddenly looked up at the darkness—the edge of the fence in the sky, where a dark figure stood.

"Lin Guang!" Nuo Er said coldly.

Lin Guang turned his head and looked coldly at Nuoer below. His whole body exuded a dark cold light, like a heavy tombstone. It was he who blocked Nuoer's rescue.

Noel's fingers shrunk, but he could no longer feel his own thread, and he began to panic in a rare way.

He and Su Mingan used Fei Bird to remotely talk to each other about code words. He knew that he had to judge the timing by himself, and choose whether to kill Su Mingan to make a comeback. But he never did anything, thinking that there might be a chance to rescue Su Mingan.

But now he feels regretful—if something happens to Su Mingan, it will be too late.

"Su..." Noel called out loudly.

The gods were still walking towards Su Mingan.

People can no longer control their anger. Even if they die, some people want to rush forward to rescue them, but it is too late now.

At this time, the **** had already walked in front of Su Mingan, stretched out his hand, the palm of which was covered with a layer of gentle white light, and was about to pat Su Mingan on the forehead—

In the sight of everyone's panic, in the sight of everyone's horror—

Su Mingan's drooping eyelashes suddenly lifted.

The faint black pupils are staring deeply at the **** right in front of them.

The god's face changed, and he retreated suddenly, but a **** scale was already flashing above his head, suppressing his retreat.

"Shua!"

Blood flashed in front of his eyes—the blade of Su Mingan's sudden stab was stained with the blood of the god.

His vision was still hazy, and the emotional empathy of North Liser had a huge impact on him. He even felt a warm liquid sliding down his cheeks, which were physiological tears, as if he had just woken up from a drowning nightmare.

His left palm [Hand of Redemption] was shining brightly, and its copying skill [Puppet Silk] pulled his consciousness ahead of time. When someone approached him, he would be stabbed by a silk thread and wake up, which is why he dared to risk himself, just like the red-eyed Noel back then.

—The gods are plotting against him, so why isn't he plotting against the gods?

—As a human being, how can he not do what Noel can do to calculate the gods?

He stared coldly at the **** who retreated in embarrassment, and slashed out with his sword again!

"It really surprised me..." the **** whispered.

In everyone's sight, the black-haired young man who was frozen in the **** hose suddenly exploded.

"Click-click-click!"

This is the sound of a hose being snapped.

Hundreds of hoses pulled the young man's body, trying to drag him back to the crimson mud, but he stabbed the **** in front of him with the coldest eyes and the sharpest blade.

The action is unhesitating, the posture is reckless, completely disregarding those hoses that also exploded.

Even though his face was full of uncontrollable tears and his eyes were flushed by the physiological reaction, he didn't seem to be able to perceive the tears falling on his face, or his emotions on the verge of collapse—

He frantically and resolutely moved forward with his sword in a posture that disregarded himself most—as if he had condensed the hatred and determination of thousands of people.

"—God!" He shouted, like Aktor's tragedy, like North Lyser's anger.

It's more like the homophonic resonance of hundreds of millions of people in the ruined world.

"Shua!"

At this moment,

The moonlight is like water, paving the ground.

Chapter end

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