Chapter 552 Chapter 549 · "You come to save me."

   Hearing Su Ming'an calling out his name, Zhao Weidong's vigilance dropped a little.

   "Yes, the volcano just erupted. Are you a Qiongdi person who didn't evacuate?" Zhao Weidong frowned: "I'm sorry... Our experiment failed. You are taking a risk to come to us now, and there is no way..."

   Behind him, several white coats came over.

   "I see." Su Ming'an said, "The volcano has erupted..."

  …

  【Pingping:

  Zhan Suga.

  The dome fell into a natural disaster period very early, the volcano erupted, we couldn't go out, the ground was full of hot soil and high temperature.

  I am a little hungry, the next batch of people has not come, and our supplies are getting scarcer. Now I only eat one steamed bun a day, and sleep under the quilt the rest of the time, which will be better. 】

  …

  After this volcanic eruption, the end result of these researchers was to die alone in the underground passage with the photos of their families.

   They have gone through a long experiment for more than 20 years. They have been separated from their relatives for a long time. They are eager to find a way to save the people of Qiongdi, but they got a tragic ending.

   Not to mention, at this point in time... the outside world should have been destroyed.

"Your next group of colleagues won't come, so don't wait." Su Ming'an said, "Go straight ahead from the next underground passage, turn right at the third intersection, you should be able to find an area without volcanic ash, and I will be there. Leave the enchantment behind, and when the temperature drops, you can find a chance to escape."

   "How do you know that the next group of people will not come..." Zhao Weidong said.

  Su Mingan didn't have time to explain, so he took Sibel and left.

"—Wait." After Su Mingan took a few steps, Zhao Weidong's voice came from behind: "At least thank you for telling us another way out. You don't have to worry, even if my colleagues and I return to the outside world, We will also continue to study the plan to save you. This is the topic of our life, please don't give up! No matter what world people are in, they have the right to live, and our team is here for this!"

  Su Ming'an did not look back.

   He remembered Zhao Weidong's dead body in the underground passage that day holding the photo of Pingping.

  …

  【The spring outside must be beautiful, the warm spring breeze, the blooming flowers, I haven't seen spring for many years... 】

  【What does our daughter look like now? Her hair must be like yours, dark and smooth. Her eyes should be very similar to mine, since she was a child, they were big, very godlike...]

  【…】

  【…I am so, so eager to meet you. 】

  …

   He left here, leaving a barrier to block the black mist for these researchers.

After    walked to the ground, he looked up and saw a volcano erupting like doomsday.

  The viscous magma and hot volcanic ash spewed out, and the running sounds and screams of people in the distance could be vaguely heard.

   At this point in time, he experienced it once, when he rescued Feng Qiqi and Qian Qian.

   He recognized the direction and quickly ran towards the castle.

   Five years ago, this was a very special time.

In the    castle, another group of outsiders who are making virus weapons should still be alive.

  —Yuan Shuangshuang, who is the experimental material, is still in the laboratory in the old castle, and the authority of the black crow rests on her.

  Su Mingan raised his head.

   The sky was so dark that it was impossible to tell whether it was morning or afternoon. He and Sibel walked all the way, passing many people from the sky who were fleeing in a panic.

   He and Sibel are like a river that travels backwards.

   The curse of the dark sky is slowly pressing down towards the world.

   Five years ago, it was the time when the curse of the sky came and the sky was on the verge of destruction.

  People are clinging to the darkness, like primitive life that has not yet obtained fire.

   "Su Ming'an, if..." Sibel suddenly said: "If I go to my wooden house now, will I be able to see my ten-year-old me and you who is about to say goodbye to me?"

   "Maybe." Su Ming'an said.

   He doesn't know what mechanism this time reversal is, whether it is to pull them back from the future, or to make memory judgments from the causal level. But no matter what, the first action now is definitely to take the authority of the black crow.

   "—Shuh!"

   Just as he was about to rush into the castle, a golden sword slammed in front of him.

The    golden sword plunged straight into the ground in front of him, the rays of light burst, and spider web-like cracks spread across the soil, sending out holy white flames.

   He looked up and saw a golden figure.

   A fine halo appeared on that person, and the youth stood tall in the air.

   The young man's hand was imaginary in the air, and the golden sword rose again, aiming at Su Mingan.

   "—I found you, Su Mingan." Su Rin smiled: "I came to you for [energy]."

  …

  【Lord God World·79】

  Lu woke up from the bed and rubbed his eyes.

   The san value setting of the eighth world is really torturing, he almost went crazy, and it took a long time to recover.

   He opened the mailbox, but suddenly saw a blood-red letter.

   He woke up instantly and opened the envelope immediately.

  …

  【Proud of the shore, road:】

  【Hello, we want to invite you to a place. 】

The sender below    is the [Organizer] marked in red. Obviously, this is not a spoof letter from a player.

   "The organizer's invitation...?" Lu said softly, "The location is not indicated, but the time is three days later?"

   He rubbed his temples.

   "The organizer is going to do something again?" He dialed the communication to see if Beiwang, who was also a peak player, had received such an email.

  Although it should be Beiwang's bedtime now, but it doesn't matter, as long as a call is made, the other party has to wake up if he doesn't want to.

   As expected, Beiwang didn't sleep either.

   "...Hello." A very sleepy voice sounded, and a sleepy face from Beiwang appeared in the video.

   "Have you received the invitation email from the organizer?" Lu said.

   "Oh." Bei Wang said, "I got it."

"It seems to be an invitation to all the peak players? No, it may also be an email for players with special status..." Lu pondered for a moment: "The eighth world is almost over, Su Mingan should be able to return tonight, the peak alliance matter, Getting ready."

   "Oh." Beiwang said.

   "...Okay, you can continue to sleep." Lu said.

   "click" and the communication hangs up.

  Lu sighed, put on a coat, put on a mask, pushed the door and walked to the street.

   As soon as he came out, he heard a cry.

   People with painted faces and wooden signs in blood, chanting slogans, passed the house.

   "—Decision makers who ignore human relations! What we want is fairness! We want fairness! No one's life should be measured!"

   "—Hand over the preempted resources, give an explanation to the voluntary medical staff, and give us an explanation! They have betrayed our trust!"

   "—Fuck the masses away from adventure players, deliberately dividing the boundaries of players, what kind of 'joint' they are!"

  “…”

  The onlookers stood in front of their rooms, watching the group of people shouting injustice. They took pictures and recorded videos, lamenting the marching behavior of this group of people.

   Such a parade has been going on for some time. Since the exposure of the principle of "resource first aid", people are like dynamite keg that has been set on fire.

   Even if they didn't know the significance of such a march, they were still chanting slogans, as if thinking that such public opinion could turn the situation around.

  —perhaps this is the genius of high-dimensional life.

   Before they did anything, the people jumped up and pointed their swords at the coalition that was at the forefront of spiritual rescue.

  Some people claim that the top level of the United Group has gone crazy, and the top players who are at the top of the world are also crazy. Crazy is the theme of human beings. Only by following this trend can we survive.

What the    consortium wants is power and reputation, smart people want a bright and beautiful life after the game is over, powerful people want the right to **** and freedom, and these people don’t even want peace.

  —Confucianism violates the law with literature, and chivalry violates prohibition with martial arts.

   These people are pessimistic about the future.

   Now all resources are given priority to the top players, and they have become neglected garbage.

   After the game is over, how can they survive the huge gap in strength? At that time, there was no resurrection from death, and there was no longer a rule in the world of the Lord God prohibiting each other from attacking each other.

  If we don't "fight" while it's still fair, who will listen to their voices in the future?

   They even suggested to disclose the handle of the top players, such as family background, things they care about, etc., to tie their bottom line as a human being.

   For example, the first player can persuade his mother to let his mother hold him. For Noel, you can influence his New World Guild and let the New World Guild "influence" him. As for Mizushima Chuankong, Lu Shu, Lin Yin and others, they can start from the family level.

   Although this statement is nonsense, it has actually won the support of many people.

   Herbert, who voluntarily betrayed his identity as a player, has already lost the trust of some people.

  Some people worry - these remaining top players will suddenly be desperate, give up human beings with progress, and fly away.

   It seems to be a good choice to put "shackles" on top players that cannot be abandoned.

  …

   As night falls, the world becomes more and more hazy.

   The bright color of the volcanic eruption became the only light, and Su Rin floated before the light, the golden energy tumbling like waves.

   "I'm coming to you for [Energy]," he said.

   "Go away!"

  Su Ming'an didn't say much nonsense, and immediately issued a trial.

   In the past few days, for the battle, he has pushed his emotion value to the full 2000 points, and he can send trials more than 30 times in a row.

  Su Rin froze, but was not affected.

   It was the first time that Su Mingan saw someone who was not under control since he acquired the trial skills.

   He didn't hold back any more, and used all the more than a thousand emotional points, like light pollution, more than 30 red lines flashed wildly on Su Rin's body in the air, like a broken traffic light.

   "Hey, you're really welcome..." Su Rin's voice floated down from the air, and there was still no ups and downs in her voice.

   But his sword was completely still in the air, no longer falling.

"Walk!"

  Su Mingan dragged Sibel and rushed into the castle.

  Su Rin should be under control, more than 30 trials are no joke.

   Yuan Shuangshuang's death time is today. He has to be fast.

  Sibel watched Su Mingan slaughter all the way, and watched him rush in the direction of the laboratory.

  The golden flame of the blade fluttered and cut people's heads. Wherever they passed, blood was pouring out, and the corpses fell in rows.

   Unlike the kind-hearted Zhao Weidong and others, the researchers in the castle are a group of demons who are trying to start a virus war. Killing them does not require any psychological burden.

  The blood burst on their sides, and the wind blew through Sibel's ears. She suddenly felt very relaxed. She ran so freely without any psychological burden, which made her extremely happy, as if she suddenly shed all the burdens.

   "ga-ga-"

   The pitch-black crow stopped on the researcher's blood-stained corpse and made an unpleasant mourning sound.

  Su Mingan slashed over a researcher with his sword, and there were several gunshots nearby, and several bullets fell to the ground "ding bell ding ling".

   These people had guns, but they couldn't break Su Ming'an's defense at all.

   When he turned his head, he saw several researchers who were in a panic and retreated.

  White tentacles grew from Su Ming'an's body, like a ferocious python, devouring it towards the researcher.

   (end of this chapter)