Chapter 691 Chapter 688 · BE21 · "Alliance with the King"

   "Call..."

  The cold wind hits the head and covers the face.

  Su Ming'an stared blankly at the heavy snow outside the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers covered his throat, an urge to vomit came, the liquid slipped from the corner 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?" Teretia's concerned voice came from the side.

  Su Ming'an 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 has to hurry up...

   He stood up against the wall.

   If he wants to stop the nuclear explosion, he has to kill Lin Guang, the authoritative person, and if he wants to kill Lin Guang, he must drag it to the clone. Once he can't drag his clone to arrive, he can only let the only combatant Tretia kill. But Tretia was bound to lose his combat effectiveness with the "d-r-e-a-d" order.

  Noel's eyes were red, Yamada was tamed by Lin Guang, Luna died, and Lu Yuan was in Doomsday City... No one could help him, even if he mobilized troops from the battlefield, it was too late in such a short time.

   Dead game.

   Three-line dead end.

  —The nuclear explosion of the city of Linguang God, the final battlefield of the Battle of Dawn, Yue Yue, who was killed by the door key army...

  How can he be perfect in three lines?

  How will he drain his last ounce of ability to save them?

  He was desperate to stop the nuclear explosion in front of him, but players like Edward only wanted to shoot Yueyue and kill his companions.

  This is also the reason why the whole world celebrates the champagne after Edward's death, and even those neutral bystanders can't stand it. Because these disregarding the overall situation of the players ran against him, he abruptly turned the victory ending that was already over into **** difficulty.

  ...But if he doesn't save him, he himself will be reduced to hell.

   Some people are at the mercy, and some are desperately guarding them.

   He doesn't even have room to be miserable for himself, and the consequence of self-pity is self-destruction. He couldn't just sit back and watch Yueyue, who was lying beside the blood pool and was bombarded to death.

  【Quicker...】He thought so in his heart.

With a    "click", he took out the medicine box from the grid of his backpack, which contained eight mental stabilization capsules and four mental stabilization injections. These are all the inventory he made in the central laboratory at the beginning, enough for him to finish the copy and even save it for the next copy.

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

   "click" and "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 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 mist floating in a dream.

  These soft colors hug him slowly, maybe this is what people call it, like the warm embrace of a mother. He had never felt so peaceful.

  【Hurry up...】

   "Clang—" The syringe fell to the ground, Su Mingan staggered and stepped on the broken needle, leaving four traces of injection needle holes on his neck. From the depths of the corridor, Yamada-choichi came over like a gray-black shadow, like a bird passing by his eyes.

   "Su Ming'an..." Yamada Choichi quickly noticed Su Ming'an, and he was stunned.

  The black-haired young man who stumbled and was embarrassed, his eyes were stiff and his face was pale, and he had no energy at all—is that Su Mingan?

In the end what happened?

   What happened that he couldn't touch?

  Yamadacho felt vaguely that at this time, Su Mingan seemed to be living in another world, and he was even like an NPC in Su Mingan's cold eyes. This guess and intuition made him panic.

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

  Su Ming'an did not respond to him, he took the wheelchair and quickly rose to the sky.

   His eyes seemed to be engraved with the blue lightsaber, which pierced his chest once, and pierced her neck once. Her desperate eyes were still in front of his eyes...

  【Hurry up...】

  The cold wind raised his black hair, and the simultaneous intake of twelve doses of medicine made him seem to be floating in the clouds, and even the barrage of the audience turned into a swirling white light and shadow.

   Arrived on the rooftop, he stretched out his hand and controlled AI Yeya to invade the center console. A few minutes later, a slight "chacha" sound of stepping on the snow came from the back.

   "—Luvis!"

   Lin Guang's voice with implied anger came from behind, and hundreds of artillery fires bombarded Su Ming'an. As soon as he heard the sound, Su Mingan was ready, and the wheelchair barrier immediately rose.

   From the beginning to the end, Su Mingan didn't even give Lin Guang a look, and kept staring at the control interface. He never looked back, only the flashing road map and the guard station remained in his eyes.

  【Hurry up...】

   "Click-" The defense value dropped to zero after the indiscriminate bombardment, the barrier was broken, a strong force came, and the wheelchair was kicked away with a "bang".

  Su Mingan fell to the ground, in a calm mood. This time he expelled more guards, and the clone arrived fifteen minutes earlier.

  “click—”

   Linguang pinched Su Mingan's neck and lifted him high, but Su Mingan didn't move.

The blood-colored aviation obstruction lights shone into their hair, and stayed on Lin Guang's clenched hands. The faint sound of "cluck" sounded like a burst of beans, and Su Ming's senses shrank into a pitch-black dot. His bloodshot eyes calmly looked at Lin Guang who tightened his fingers, as if there was just a plankton without intelligence in front of him.

   His vision was so dull that nothing could be reflected in his eyes.

  “…”

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

   He took a step back tremblingly and looked at Su Mingan who fell into the snow blanket. He didn't want to admit that he was afraid just now, but he actually felt a sense of fear at Su Mingan's eyes just now.

   "Cough...cough...cough..." Su Mingan coughed, leaving slippery bloodstains on the armrest of the wheelchair with his five fingers.

   "Luvis, don't stop the nuclear explosion..." Lin Guang reached out his hand.

   But Su Mingan couldn't help but stop it.

   Once the nuclear explosion is launched, these key NPCs will die. Su Mingan couldn't wait until Kaiusta was over to take a look at the end of the nuclear explosion, so the return point would have been fixed long ago.

  【Hurry up...】

   He still stretched out his hand and pulled forward, and soon a crisp sound of bone cracking came from his right leg, and Lin Guang, the "little bone-shattering expert", started to work again and broke his right leg.

   But this time, Su Mingan didn't even change his breathing rate.

   Twelve doses of mental stabilizer, plus the anesthesia that has not disappeared in his body, he has almost no pain.

  How terrible can a person be without feeling pain and without fear of death? Is he alone now, or is he a lump of meat that only moves on its own?

   "Huh!" The scale of judgment flashed by, and a sword blade entered from behind Lin Guang. Clone Ming walked out of the shadows and killed Lin Guang.

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

  Su Mingan struggled and got into the wheelchair while coughing.

  【Hurry up...】

   He definitely has a chance this time. He was 15 minutes faster, and his injury was the lightest in three weeks.

Great.

   couldn't get any better than this.

   "Lu Wei..." The voice behind him gradually disappeared and melted into the cold.

  Between the flying night snow, the warning lights stopped.

  Su Mingan flew all the way and rushed towards the blood pool. Edward was shattered by a brace three times.

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

  —She was abandoned here and left to fend for herself, waiting to die. If Su Mingan didn’t come, how desperate would she be?

  In the very beginning, when she became the corpse, when she watched the artillery fire hit her immobile body—who would be reflected in her eyes before she died? How sad will she be?

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

   He arrives and nothing will happen.

   "Ming An, put me down, I have a deficiency disease..." She stretched out her charred hand and tried to push him away.

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

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

   "Okay." Yueyue nodded: "Then I will try my best, I will try my best to be rescued..."

"What do you want to hear?"

   "I want to hear the novel you left unfinished four months ago."

   "Okay." Su Ming'an began to tell.

  The wheelchair swept through the sea of ​​blood, and this time they even managed to rush into the city, which was an unprecedented breakthrough.

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

  The streets and alleys, the colorful nets flying under the eaves, like a rainbow fluttering in the wind, it is New Year's Eve time. Many people raised their heads high on the street, watching the brilliant fireworks in the sky.

   As it approached midnight, fireworks illuminated the sky, and even the sound of wind in the ears was filled with high joy. While watching the fireworks, people saw wheelchairs speeding through the air at the same time.

   "—that wheelchair, seems to be the Lord of Akto!"

   "—how did he come to this small town?"

   "It's a good thing! It's a good thing! The city master! How is the battle on the front line, can our soldiers come back..."

   "Is the city owner here to celebrate the New Year with us?"

  People's voices were mixed, Su Mingan couldn't hear clearly, and even his field of vision had shrunk to a small point. He drove the wheelchair and led Yueyue to the place with medical equipment.

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

"Lie down for a while." He put Yueyueping, which was flowing with tissue fluid, on the bed, and found out the life-threatening drugs such as johnson. Her body had begun to lose temperature, and her eyes gradually narrowed, like a ship gradually descending sunken boat.

   "So sleepy..." she said.

   "Hold on a little longer and listen to my voice."

  Su Ming'an's voice was low, the effect of the anesthetic had faded, and the pain of the throat being pinched before gradually took over his brain.

   The blood that seeped out of her body was like a burning flame, like an oil painting in the white bed, just like Pascal Quinnard's Yuguo novel he had recommended to her.

   And he was reciting the novel for her:

   "[But why do you still paint, since everything will be consumed?]"

   He took out a vial of injection, and his throat was on fire when he spoke:

  "【Everyone brings his own little torch and gathers in the great torch that lights up the world.】

  【Sometimes, a mist or a mountain is enough. Sometimes a tree swaying with its head bowed under the ravages of gusts of wind is enough. Sometimes, even the night is enough, that it takes no sleep to reveal to the mind those things that are not present or lost in the night...]"

   Even if it's just a mist, a tree, a touch of night.

   He likes this novel precisely because of this passage.

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

   "I think there is another very interesting part, and the emotional collision between them impressed me a lot.

   He said, [I am in pain, Madam, I suffer from not being able to touch you...]"

   His voice stopped.

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

"…Yue Yue?"

  Su Mingan stood still.

   He stabbed the needle into her arm and moved his other hand forward, reaching for her breath…

   "She replied, [Sir, nothing can touch me except the gentle wind...]"

   "Bangdang—"

The    injection fell to the ground.

   He stopped speaking, his stiff eyes moved slightly, and a dull whimper came from his throat, swallowing the blood that suddenly came up from his chest.

   There was no wind between his fingers.

   The doctors and nurses who heard the movement rushed in and saw Su Mingan standing beside the bed.

   "City Lord..."

   His expression was frozen for a moment, and his lips were blue. His vision hung stiffly in the air.

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

   It was as if there were invisible threads hanging from his lips and pulling at the corners of his mouth. These threads forced him to be like a clown, the corners of his eyes twitched, his eyes lost focus, and he showed a tragic smile.

   He realized a fact.

   An extremely tragic fact.

  The air seemed to be a sharp knife, causing him to drip with blood and tremble all over. Despair erupted like magma from the gray folds of the cerebral cortex, filling his cranial cavity. His word for word was like a tooth clenching his teeth, a bitter taste of blood mixed in his mouth.

   "It's too late." He smiled, his arms drooping weakly, as if mocking himself: "It's really too late..."

   The laughter was tragic and hasty, and he laughed and gasped, as if he was about to drown.

   She was dead on the bed.

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

  The doctors and nurses hesitated for a moment without laughing.

   Only a young man with a low emotional intelligence laughed along with him.

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

   (end of this chapter)