Chapter 796 Chapter seven hundred and ninety-five · "It's great to meet you."

   "Boom—!"

  The flames were burning fiercely, and Cheng Luohe took a step back. In front of him, the ten-meter-high hall of the divine religion was burned in the flames.

  This religious hall was built by the gods six years ago. It was used for ideological **** and brainwashing, killing an unknown number of people. Now, he finally burned down this sinful place.

   "It finally collapsed." Tears welled up in the eyes of a soldier whose several brothers died in the building's execution.

   "Collapsed, collapsed..." A white-haired old man kept repeating, and no one knew what the old man had suffered. He is just a microcosm among countless soldiers and civilians.

  People watched the collapse of this sinful building, their heads were slightly bowed, and their eyes were sad.

   "Rest in peace, compatriots who have been persecuted in the past six years." Cheng Luohe stood in front of the building, clasped his hands together: "From now on, I hope there will be no gods in this world."

  Your dissatisfaction, your resentment, your unyielding life... Your officers have all recovered it for you. Now I burn down this religious hall and declare that there are no gods in the world. May your souls rest in peace.

  The flames elongated his shadow, he picked up the vermilion sniper rifle, covered his blind eye, and stepped into the shadow of the city-state again.

  …

  Between blocks, Xi got up from the pool of blood, her ponytail raised high.

  She has been fighting for hours, and her body is covered with wounds.

"Xiaoshuai, I have always regretted...I can't keep up with your pace. I am not as strong as Tretia, not as smart as Noah, not as patient as Beiliser, and not as decisive as Lin Guang. The only thing I can do is to try my best Walk with you." She whispered to herself: "Although you can't hear my words, I have never been ashamed in the past forty years."

  She jumped up in one step and rushed forward.

  A fierce source of light burst out from her body, like a blooming lily bush. One after another, the mechanical army was cut open by her sword, and wherever she went, the soldiers who were struggling were liberated.

  As one of the Nine Seats, she is not conspicuous, and she has no past of bitterness and hatred, but she is like a rock that will never move. No matter when, she will always wait in place.

  Now, except for Rong Yuan and her, all members of the Nine Seats died in battle.

  She will still fight.

  …

  At six o'clock in the morning, all the robots were killed and the war was declared over.

  During this period, tens of thousands of robots felt confused while escaping.

   "My lord, where did you go?" A robot with patterns painted on his body and a bow tied on his head stood in confusion among the ruins.

  They were originally human beings of the civilization of the gods, but the gods were suddenly expelled from the two-dimensional world, and they remained behind, trapped in the bodies of robots.

  Without the leader of God, they don't even know what to do.

   "Why... can't we go back?" a robot trembled.

   "My daughter is still waiting for me at home. I promise her that I will remember the first bouquet of lilies in spring and tell her when I get home." A robot said hoarsely: "I still want to see her."

   "Trust God! He was just expelled from the two-dimensional world, and he will come back to save us!" A robot raised his head and shouted: "Master God! Come back quickly! Lord God!"

  Despite their constant cry of "God", God did not come.

  What they ushered in was the anger of the soldiers and civilians in the ruined world. As "invaders", they were bombarded by overwhelming artillery fire, and their lives were completely dissipated in a foreign land, and they could not go home until they died.

   "Mom, I want to go home..."

   "Daughter, daughter..."

   "We also just want to live, why..."

   The battle of civilizations above all else.

  All the mechanical armies were wiped out, even if they contained the souls of another civilization, the soldiers and civilians of the ruined world would not allow them to survive.

  The winner lives, the loser dies, there is never any room for maneuver.

   An eye for an eye, blood for blood.

  …

   On the first day of the 72nd year of the catastrophe, at ten o'clock in the morning, the Military Hospital of Doom City.

  The hospital is very quiet, only the sound of footsteps of people passing through the corridors. There are rows of generals and players sitting on the benches in the hall, all of them frowning.

   From time to time, someone glanced at the door of a ward, poking around, expecting something.

  When the doctor walked out of that ward, these people immediately surrounded him.

   "How is Su Mingan?" Yamada Machiichi asked anxiously.

"Still in a coma, I have taken medicine, but there is no sign of waking up. The officer has experienced emotional resonance far beyond the capacity of normal people. We have never heard of anyone who can receive the emotional resonance of three people in a row. Under normal circumstances , Just an emotional resonance is enough to kill..." the doctor replied.

   "Then what will happen to him?" Someone asked eagerly.

"I don't know, maybe he can wake up, maybe he can't... Maybe it's not him after he wakes up. It's not impossible to become a vegetable. You'd better be prepared to lose him. After all, the main **** world can't restore the spirit." The cure next to him Department of players said.

  As soon as they heard that Su Mingan might not be able to wake up, the players immediately exploded.

   "Su Ming'an! Can you hear my voice! Wake up!" Someone started shouting, trying to wake up Su Ming'an in the ward through the wall.

   "Su Ming'an! Don't sleep..." A female player cried.

   "Su Ming'an! If you don't wake up, I will steal Lu Shu away!"

   "Su Ming'an! You have the ability to save the ruined world, and you have the ability to wake up!"

   "What kind of treatment is this? Do you just draw the conclusion that Su Mingan will become a vegetable?" Someone was angry.

   "Noel! Don't you have authority over the organizer? Can you go back in time and let Su Mingan wake up?" A player asked Noel in the corner.

  As soon as these words came out, the crowd fell silent, and all eyes were on Noel.

  Noel was slightly stunned, his eyes were covered with a circle of gray, obviously he hadn't had a good rest. Facing the player's question, he replied in a low voice: "I have no authority."

  Although all players now firmly believe that Noel has authority, as long as he refuses to admit it, the organizers will have nothing to do with him for the time being. Now that he has made up his mind to stand in the way of Su Mingan, he has come to his senses.

  Seeing Nuoer's denial, someone couldn't help but say, "Why are you so selfish? You don't even want to save Su Mingan?"

  Noel was a little stunned, he didn't expect that he would be accused like this one day.

  He suddenly understood Su Ming'an's difficulty, similar accusations, Su Ming'an must have suffered far more than him. He felt a dramatic reversal of status.

   Before he could reply, the person kidnapped by morality was quickly dragged away. After all, Nuo Er was a general, and it was not yet the turn of a soldier to criticize him.

   "If Su Mingan really can't wake up..." someone whispered.

   "I really think there is no hope for humanity..."

  Among the silence, the atmosphere was oppressive. People bowed their heads and sighed, but no one made a sound.

   At this moment, a figure in a khaki windbreaker flashed past the corridor and walked into the ward. The red braid drew a red line in the air, like a crimson butterfly.

  …

  Su Mingan had a long, long dream.

  He walked through the apocalypse surrounded by steel and concrete, and walked past the blood-stained black and white chessboard. The girl in a white coat handed him candy, and behind her was the blue sky and white clouds.

  He walked through the cold white city, the girl with blond hair and blue eyes tugged at his sleeve, humming to him the fairy tale song of the king and the witch, and suddenly, she disappeared amidst the sound of the piano, like scattered dead fire.

  He walked through the gray teaching building, a teenager holding a golden trophy waved to him, his figure gradually disappeared between the spotlights.

  He walked through the dark village, the **** cross hung high, and the ghost sighed under the coffin.

  He bathed in the blue-purple sky, hundreds of white pigeons surrounded the tower, and his pure white figure stood quietly in the distance, thousands of souls sang to it.

  He saw the collapsed wooden building in the flames, and the black-haired girl and her lover were kissing in the firelight.

  He blew the salty sea breeze, the golden armored knight stood guarding the city wall, and the red-haired girl looked back at him. The red rose pierced the heart of the Demon King, and the dazzling cloud city collapsed in the waves.

  He walked through the black mist, and the girl in the red robe shed tears, using herself as a fire to burn up all the dirty things and ignorant beliefs in the world, and carried the entire dark sky with her own strength.

   Then, he walked into the light.

  Sunlight fell through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on his body, like strands of hollow golden light. Thousands of fluttering ginkgo leaves passed around him slowly.

  Countless leaves turn from gold to white due to light changes, and thousands of flying golden "butterflies" cover the trail, walking with his footsteps.

   "Luvis, do you want to go for a walk with me?"

  He heard someone calling him, so he turned his head.

   Nothing.

  No one stood there among the flying ginkgo leaves.

  He could only continue to move forward and walked through this ginkgo trail.

  Suddenly, he saw a white-haired young man walking among the machines made of steel. He was obviously made of flesh and blood, but he seemed to be integrated into the mechanical army.

  The eyes look like a wounded beast, like a silent tombstone, like a wet and rotten swamp in a rainy day. But the soul is pure white.

   "Luvis." The white-haired young man greeted him when he saw him: "Come take a walk with me."

  Su Mingan's throat constricted for a moment, and he wanted to answer "yes", but the next moment, the white-haired youth shattered and dissipated before his eyes, like colorful white butterflies.

  Only the sound of the flute was faint, and the bamboo flute rolled down to his feet.

  …

  Su Mingan woke up suddenly.

  He opened his eyes, and his back was cold and wet.

  He gasped for breath, and his heart was beating very fast. He pressed his hand on his chest, and could clearly feel the rapid vibration in his chest.

  【Luvis, go for a walk with me. 】

  【Luvis, it's great to meet you. 】

  【Luvis...】

  There are only endless echoes left in my ears. He suddenly felt an unusual pain, as if he had cried in a dream, and even when he woke up, it was like being pressed by a heavy boulder, and his whole body felt like it was being torn apart.

   "Calm down...Take a deep breath..."

  The whispers pasted to his ears seemed to relax him.

  Su Mingan adjusted his state, slowed down his breathing, slowed down his heartbeat... His vision gradually became clear, and he saw the person sitting in front of his bed.

  Su Lin sat on the chair in front of the bed with a thick book in his hand. His eyes are calm, and his shoulders are slightly slumped forward. This action seems to provide someone to lean on.

"The sequelae of your emotional resonance are too severe, and you may not wake up. So I wove a dream for you to remind you of who you are." Su Lin looked at him: "Take a deep breath, relax, and don't sound too loud. Otherwise, the group of people outside the door will all rush in excitedly when they find you awake."

   "Is the war in the two-dimensional world over?" Su Mingan asked immediately, ignoring himself.

  Su Lin lowered his head slightly, as if he was also touched by the two thousand and three hundred simulations of the ruined world. After a moment, he whispered:

"it's over."

   "Tonight, Kaiusta's simulation will be completely over."

   "Don't worry, no one has cleared the level perfectly until now. As the supreme leader of the war, you will be the first one to pass the level perfectly."

  In an instant, Su Mingan finally relaxed.

  He looked out of the window of the ward, and every building in the city-state was filled with golden sunlight. People walked in the radiance, and the whole body was radiated with golden brilliance.

  The sunshine today is so nice.

Very good.

   "Su Lin, thank you." Su Mingan looked out the window.

  Su Lin stared at him for a few seconds. The two of them seemed to be in silence suddenly, and Su Rin seemed to be hesitating.

   When Su Mingan's gaze met his, Su Rin stretched out his hand and handed the things in his hand to Su Mingan.

  Su Mingan seemed to feel something, his eyes trembled.

   This is a blood-stained bamboo flute.

   It lay quietly between the palms of Su Lin's hands, the blood on the flute was not wiped off.

   "The flute he was going to give you was confiscated by mercenaries and given to you, but he didn't know that it was a gift he gave you." Su Rin said, "It fell on the ruins of the building, here it is for you."

  Although Su Lin didn't say who "he" is, the two of them knew it.

  The expression on Su Mingan's face froze.

  Five seconds later, he stretched out his hand to take the bamboo flute. There was a white string hanging from the end of the bamboo flute.

   But even if he can't learn it, Lin Guang always tries his best to give him all the good things. No matter how bad the tea is made, I will give it to him, and no matter how ugly the weaving is, I will give it to him.

  The crooked Long Guo characters on the bamboo flute are still ugly, I really don't know how Lin Guang has the nerve to say that he has learned it well.

  He smiled subconsciously, and quickly retracted it, rubbing his fingers on the flute, leaving only bitterness in his mouth.

   "Don't be too sad, just be true to your own feelings." Su Rin said: "You always do many things in silence alone, just like when I was young. Losing is normal. After trying hard to keep it, just accept it."

   "..." Su Mingan lowered his head.

   After a while, he pinned the bamboo flute on his left waist, corresponding to the bamboo flute on the right.

"I am not sad."

  Su Mingan raised his head and gave Su Rin an ugly smile.

   "In this way... I have two bamboo flutes."

  (end of this chapter)