Chapter 690 Chapter 688·BE21·"Alliance with the King"

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

The cold wind is coming.

Su Mingan stared blankly at the heavy snow outside the floor-to-ceiling window, covering his throat with his fingers. An urge to vomit came over him. Liquid fell from the corners of his mouth, and a pool of red blood gradually seeped out on the ground.

He lowered his head, his eyes were in a trance, and an obscure sound came from his throat.

 “Teacher?” Teredia’s concerned voice came from the side.

Su Mingan stared at the ground. He even felt that his vision was falling forward and he would roll forward and fall to the ground at any time...

 By the way, he can't waste time, he must seize the time...

 He stood up supporting the wall.

If he wants to terminate the nuclear explosion, he must kill Lin Guang, the person with authority, and if he wants to kill Lin Guang, he must wait until the clone arrives. Once he can't delay the clone's arrival, he can only let Tredia, the only one with combat effectiveness, kill him. But Tredia will inevitably lose combat effectiveness due to the "d-r-e-a-d" command.

Noel has red eyes, Yamada is tamed by Linguang, Luna is dead, and he is far away in Doomsday City... No one can help him. Even if he mobilizes troops from the battlefield, it is too late in such a short time.

 Dead end.

 The third line of deadlock.

—The nuclear explosion in the City of Linguang God, the final battlefield of the Dawn War, Yueyue who was killed by the Gate Key Legion...

 How can he be perfect in the third line?

How can he squeeze out the last bit of his ability to save them?

 He was desperately trying to prevent the nuclear explosion from the front, but players like Edward only wanted to attack Yue Yue and kill his companions.

This is why Edward's death was celebrated with champagne all over the world, and even neutral bystanders couldn't stand it. Because these players who didn't care about the overall situation went against him, he abruptly turned the victory ending that was originally completed into a hellish difficulty.

 …But if he doesn’t save him, he himself will fall into hell.

 Some people obey the orders, while others fight to the death to protect them.

 He has no room to feel sorry for himself. The consequence of self-pity is self-collapse. He could not sit idly by while Yueyue was lying beside the pool of blood and was bombarded to death.

　　【Faster...】he thought in his heart.

With a "click" sound, he took out the medicine box from the compartment of his backpack, which contained eight mental stabilization capsules and four mental stabilization injections. These were all the inventories he had made in the central laboratory, enough for him to use until the end of the copy, or even save them for the next copy.

Yet now he needed them desperately, even though he had never taken such a large amount at once.

 "Click" "Click" The medicine box opened and closed. He swallowed eight capsules in a row, and the shaky vision in front of him quickly stabilized. The floating heavy snow seemed to be covered with a layer of gray, and the dazzling green light on the ground gradually turned into a soft gray, like the floating fog in a dream.

These soft colors slowly hugged him tightly, perhaps this is what people say, like a mother's warm embrace. He had never felt so peaceful.

 【Faster...】

“Dang—” The syringe fell to the ground. Su Mingan staggered over the broken needle, leaving four traces of injection needle holes on his neck. The figure of Yamada Machichi coming deep in the corridor was like a gray-black shadow, like a bird flying past his eyes.

"Su Ming'an..." Yamada Machichi quickly noticed Su Ming'an and was stunned.

That black-haired young man who stumbles around in a panic, with stiff eyes, pale face, and no energy at all—is that Su Mingan?

In the end what happened?

 What happened that he couldn't touch?

 Yamada Machichi had a vague feeling that Su Ming'an seemed to be living in another world at this time. He was even like an NPC in Su Ming'an's cold eyes. This kind of speculation and intuition made him panic.

 "Su Ming'an, what happened..." Yamada Machichi asked.

Su Mingan did not respond to him. He took the wheelchair and quickly rose into the sky.

His eyes seemed to still be engraved with the blue lightsaber, piercing his chest once and her neck again. Her desperate eyes still stayed in front of him...

 【Faster...】

The cold wind raised his black hair, and the simultaneous ingestion of twelve rounds of medicine made him seem to be floating in the clouds. Even the audience's barrage turned into white light and shadow.

Arrived on the rooftop, he stretched out his hand and controlled AI Yaya to invade the center console. A few minutes later, the sound of "thumping" on the snow came from behind.

  “—Lovis!”

Lin Guang's angry voice came from behind, and the light of hundreds of artillery fires bombarded Su Ming'an. As soon as he heard the sound, Su Ming'an was already prepared, and the wheelchair barrier immediately rose.

From beginning to end, Su Ming'an didn't even give Lin Guang a look. He kept staring at the control interface. He never looked back. All he could see was the flashing route map and guard stations.

 【Faster...】

 “Click—” The defense value dropped to zero under the indiscriminate bombardment, the barrier broke, a strong force came, and the wheelchair was kicked away with a “thud”.

Su Mingan fell to the ground, feeling peaceful. This time he drove away more guards, and the clone arrived a full fifteen minutes earlier.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

 Lin Guang pinched Su Ming'an's neck and lifted him high, but Su Ming'an remained motionless.

The blood-colored aviation obstruction light shone into their hair and rested on Lin Guang's clenched hands. A faint "gurgling" sound came like exploding beans. Su Ming's body senses were all compressed into a small black dot. His bloodshot eyes calmly looked at Lin Guang who tightened his fingers, as if he was just a plankton without intelligence in front of him.

His vision has become extremely dull, and nothing is reflected in his eyes.

　　　…”

The next moment, Lin Guang suddenly let go of his hand.

He took a trembling step back and looked at Su Ming'an who fell into the snow blanket. He didn't want to admit that he was scared just now, and he actually felt fearful of the look in Su Ming'an's eyes just now.

“Cough…cough cough cough…” Su Mingan coughed, leaving slippery blood stains on the armrests of the wheelchair.

 “Lovis, don’t stop the nuclear explosion...” Lin Guang stretched out his hand.

 But it was impossible for Su Mingan not to stop it.

 Once a nuclear explosion is launched, key NPCs like Che and others will die. It was impossible for Su Mingan to wait until the end of Caius Tower to see the ending of the nuclear explosion, as the reversal point would have been fixed long ago.

 【Faster...】

 He still reached out and pulled forward, and soon a crisp sound of bone cracking came from his right leg. Lin Guang, the "little bone-breaking expert", started to use his power again and broke his right leg.

 But this time, Su Mingan's breathing rate did not even change.

 Twelve rounds of mental stabilizing drugs, coupled with the anesthesia that has not yet disappeared from his body, he has almost no pain.

How terrible can a person become without feeling pain or fear of death? Is he a person now, or a lump of flesh that can only act on its own?

 “Whoa!” The scale of judgment flashed past, and a sword blade penetrated Lin Guang from behind. The clone Ming stepped out of the shadows and killed Lin Guang.

 A higher layer of thick snow fell, seeming to bury all the pain. Lin Guang fell forward, and his outstretched palm fell into the snow, and blood quickly seeped into the snow.

Su Mingan struggled and coughed to sit in the wheelchair.

 【Faster...】

He definitely had a chance this time, he was a full fifteen minutes faster, and his injuries were the least serious in three weeks.

Very good.

 It doesn’t get much better than this.

 "Lu Wei..." The voice behind him gradually disappeared, melting into the cold.

 Amidst the falling snow at night, the warning lights were turned off.

Su Mingan was flying all the way towards the blood pool. Edward was struck three times and his bones were shattered by the earthquake.

 He rushed to the other side of the pool of blood. The girl's black hair was like a densely woven spider web, enclosing her slender body in the center of the web, like a butterfly trapped in the fire. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was barely audible.

—She was abandoned here, left to fend for herself and wait for death. How desperate would she be if Su Mingan didn't come?

 At the beginning, when she became a corpse, when she was watching the gunfire hitting her unable to move body - who could be reflected in her eyes before she died? How sad would she be?

Su Mingan pulled her up, she opened her eyes, and the wheelchair drove them out of this boundless hell.

 He arrived and nothing would happen.

"Ming'an, put me down, I have a deficiency disease..." She stretched out her blackened hands to push him away.

However, Su Mingan just shook his head: "I have a missionary aura, and I can save you."

Yueyue’s condition looks better than the previous two weeks, which is the best news.

“Okay.” Yueyue nodded: “Then I will work hard and I will work hard to be rescued...”

"What do you want to hear?"

 “I want to hear about that novel you didn’t finish four months ago.”

 “Okay.” Su Mingan began to tell.

The wheelchair passed through the sea of ​​blood. This time, they even managed to rush into the city. This was an unprecedented breakthrough.

 The much warmer air lifted their hair, and even Yueyue's complexion improved a little.

 In the streets and alleys, colorful ribbons are flying under the eaves, like rainbows blowing in the wind. It is the New Year's Eve time. Many people raised their heads high on the streets and watched the brilliant fireworks in the sky.

 At midnight, fireworks lit up the sky, and even the sound of the wind in the ears was filled with high joy. While people were watching the fireworks, they also saw wheelchairs flying by in the air.

“—That wheelchair seems to be the Lord of Akto City!”

“—Why did he come to this small town?”

"It's a good thing! A great thing! City Lord! How is the situation on the front line? Can our soldiers come back..."

“Is the city lord here to celebrate the New Year with us?”

Su Mingan couldn't hear people's voices clearly, and his vision had shrunk to a small point. He drove his wheelchair and rushed Yueyue to a place with medical equipment.

He broke into the hospital, passed by the screaming doctors and nurses, and closed the door.

"Lie for a while." He laid Yue Yue on the bed with tissue fluid flowing, and found some life-threatening drugs such as Johnson's and Johnson's. Her body had begun to lose temperature, and her eyes gradually narrowed, like a ship slowly sinking. The sunken boat.

 “So sleepy...” she said.

 “Hold on a little longer and listen to my voice.”

Su Mingan spoke in a low voice, the anesthetic effect had worn off, and the pain from his throat being pinched gradually occupied his brain.

The blood seeping out of her body was like a burning flame, like an oil painting on the white bed, just like the Yu Guo novel by Pascal Guignard that he had recommended to her.

 And he was reciting the novel to her:

“[But why do you continue to paint, when everything will be consumed?]”

 He took out a tube of injection, and his throat burned as he spoke:

“[Everyone brings his own little torch, and together they join in the big one that lights up the world.]

　　【Sometimes, a mist or a high mountain is enough. Sometimes, a tree bowing and swaying under the ravages of strong winds is enough. Sometimes, even night is enough, and there is no need for sleep to reveal to the mind those things that do not exist or are lost in the night...]"

 Even if it’s just a piece of mist, a tree, or a touch of night.

 He likes this novel precisely because of this passage.

Holding the injection tightly, Su Mingan turned around, the liquid in her hand slightly pushed, intending to inject her, but the story in her mouth continued:

“I think there is another paragraph that is very interesting, and the emotional conflict between them impressed me deeply.

 He said, "I suffer, madam, I suffer from not being able to touch you..."

 His voice paused.

She closed her eyes and lay flat on the white bed. The white sheets opened on both sides were like angel wings, spreading around her side. There was no vibration of life in her chest.

"…Yue Yue?"

Su Ming'an stood still.

 He inserted the injection into her arm, and moved his other hand forward to explore her breathing...

“She replied, [Sir, nothing can touch me but the gentle wind...]”

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

 The injection fell to the ground.

He stopped speaking, his stiff eyes moved slightly, and he let out an indistinct whine in his throat, swallowing the blood that suddenly rose up from his chest.

 His fingers did not feel any wind.

The doctors and nurses who heard the commotion rushed in and saw Su Ming'an standing quietly by the bed.

 “City Lord…”

 His expression was frozen at a certain moment, and his lips were blue. His eyes were frozen in the air.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the doctors and nurses, the corners of his mouth that were as stiff as a straight line slightly raised.

It was as if there were invisible threads hanging on his lips, pulling at the corners of his mouth. These threads forced him to look like a clown, with the corners of his eyes raised, his vision out of focus, and a cruel smile.

 He realized a fact.

 An extremely tragic fact.

The air seemed to be a sharp knife, making him bleed and tremble all over. Despair erupted like lava from the gray matter folds of his cerebral cortex, filling his skull. Every word he spoke was like teeth moving against his teeth, and there was a bitter taste mixed with blood in his mouth.

"It's too late." He smiled, his arms hanging down weakly, as if he was mocking himself: "It turns out it's really too late..."

 His laughter was cruel and hasty. He gasped for breath every time, as if he was about to drown.

 She was dead on the bed.

He smiled, but he felt the pain of suffocation more and more, his throat was burning, and every laugh he made was self-punishment.

 The doctors and nurses hesitated for a moment, but did not smile.

 Only one young man with low emotional intelligence laughed along.

"Haha, City Lord, what are you laughing at? Stop laughing, I want to laugh too, hahahaha..."

 (End of this chapter)