"The second time, my Guy defected to the indigenous camp together." Alex said in a low voice.

"This time, with Guy's encouragement, I dispelled the belief in the evil gods of these indigenous people. I used to think they were very stupid, but at that time, I felt that stupidity was a good thing for the first time."

Alex chuckled twice. "Their faith comes from the land and the evil gods. They will never leave the territories that the evil gods have given them to invade other places. In other words, they will not follow up like the army on my side. Large-scale wars continue to invade other places."

"I foolishly thought that as long as the indigenous people win this war gently, all this will be over."

"I already know that hiding this potion is useless, because those who are saved by me will tell their own faction about the effects of this potion no matter what, so this time I chose to tell the effects of the potion directly to the indigenous people. "

Alex looked down and couldn’t see his expression clearly. "After resurrecting two dead indigenous people, these indigenous people believed me easily. I created a large army of indigenous undead. I made a plan to attack the enemy in an orderly manner. I will achieve a phased victory."

"When the opponent was desperate and prepared to use large quantities of artillery, I ambushed the opponent with the undead army and transferred this huge number of artillery to the indigenous people."

"On the sixth night, under the dual deterrence of the undead army's large quantities of artillery, they finally gave in and chose the indigenous peace negotiations and gave up further offensive."

Alex’s voice is hoarse. "I don’t know how long such a false peace can last, but at that moment I was relieved. After the peace agreement was signed and the war ceased, I thought I could win the game this time, but I never thought of it"

He closed his eyes and gasped hard for two breaths before continuing with difficulty, "When I return to the camp of the indigenous people, they will use artillery at the undead army that has been fully resurrected."

"Those indigenous people say that the immortal people are evil and cursed by the gods. They have tolerated the existence of this group of undead people. They endured until the end of the war. Until now, they finally decided to judge them."

Alex said hoarsely, "No matter how I explain that this group of undead people are no different from normal people after they are fully resurrected, they still don't believe it. Everyone's face is filled with unspeakable fear, clamoring for this group of undead. People will not die easily, and they must be repeatedly bombarded with artillery to smash them into pieces to be unable to resurrect."

"The group of undead used to be their parents, friends, lovers, and even children. They knelt before me, holding their bodies and crying and begging me to resurrect them, but now, after using this group of undeads to win, But because of the opponent's strength, I felt afraid, and in turn pronounced the opponent as a heresy and sent the opponent to hell."

Alex sneered, "How ironic, I was glad that they didn't hurt others' ignorance, but this moment has become a weapon to hurt myself."

"I tried hoarsely to get these undead people to escape, but they stayed where they were."

"Because in the process of their resurrection, they will gradually return to the memories they had seven days ago. They don't know what to post in these seven days. They just blankly opened their arms to the relatives and friends who approached, showing their smiles, and then let them go. Put yourself on a cannon."

Alex clenched his teeth. "Until they were aimed at the cannon hole, they still didn't understand what happened. I watched them call their closest person's name at the moment when they were fully alive. People smashed into crumbs."

"The second game, I lost again, and again I chose to read files and start over."

"In the third game, I did not join any camp. I continued to create my own undead army like crazy, to attack and control the other two camps. The more they resisted, the more people died, my undead. The greater the number of troops."

Alex took two deep breaths. "In this way, I soon took over the situation. The other two sides had to stop the war to restrain me and chose to cooperate. One side transported a large number of artillery, and the other side used the terrain to cooperate with each other to attack me. "

"But the artillery was intercepted by me again. I experienced the first two times. I was not only proficient in fire rationing, but also very clear about the terrain. I thought it would be fine as long as it lasted for seven days."

Alexstonton "On the sixth night, I went to ask Cthulhu, I said as long as there is no war in these seven days, I will win, right?"

"He said yes, but the world line you are on will continue to run with the world line you won."

Alex shed a drop of tears, and his tone became more swallowed. "That is to say, if I win in this world line, I must keep making undead people to ensure that my camp is strong and restrain the other two camps from cooperating. So that they cannot go to war."

"But the undead will become alive after seven days. They are no longer immortal. They are also normal living people of flesh and blood. If I continue to make undead, I must keep killing people. If I Stop killing people, and the war will continue to erupt, and everything I want to change remains essentially unchanged."

"I once again chose to read the file and start over."

Alex was quiet for a long time, his eyes staring blankly at the statue of the old evil god, "I have done it again ten times, and I have tried everything I can to prevent the outbreak of the war and prevent everyone from dying."

"But even if I have an unlimited amount of undead potions, with ten re-emergence opportunities, there will still be a large number of people who will die in this war."

"I realize that I can't save anyone with medicine. The only way to stop the war is that there is no initiator of the war, so that the harm of the war will not be further expanded."

Alex cried numbly. "So when I read the file for the last time, I chose to pour all the paint given to me by Cthulhu on the arsenal and kill everyone by myself on the eve of the war."

"In the end, the real world will run for the last time, I killed everyone, and the world's time continues to flow forward."

"And I lost the game of Cthulhu, so he combined my ten-time cycle of experience to create this nightmare-like war world, and he will always be here as a character in his game, watching my pain as a pleasure. "

Alex bowed his head, tears dripping from his jaw. "Every cycle in this war world I exist starts with a new batch of soldiers that I have never seen before, and then plays like this soldier. I ended up counting the undead I made by sinking into the bottom of the lake."

"I can't remember how many times Guy was sunk into the bottom of the lake and appeared in the tent again, lying next to me, because the other living dead will forget what they posted seven days ago when they are resurrected. They don't remember anything."

"But I remember."

Alex smiled nervously at the evil **** woodcarving, tears rolling down "every cycle, I remember them all"

"Because I am not the living dead, I am the only living person in this world of the living dead. God does not allow me to die, so I can't forget, I remember them all."

Alex's voice is hoarse to the breath

"At first I was trapped here, and I tried to change the things posted here, trying to save them in this virtual world, but then I gradually despaired that I could not change anything."

He smiled blankly

"No one understands what I'm doing, except Guy, who completely believes in me, so I told him what might be happening, Guy said, let's run away."

"We found a misty blank area, which should be the border of this virtual war world. We couldn't get out after using many methods, but my Guy did not give up. After each cycle, I would say it again. Come here again to find a way to go."

"Until one day." Alex whispered, "I knelt on the border, and the trapped desire was driving me crazy. I heard the voice of the evil **** again. He asked me, do you want to go out."

"I said yes, he said he could design a channel for me to go out, but only one person from Guy can escape from here, let me choose."

Alex’s eyes flushed. "I chose to let Guy out."

"Guy doesn't know anything, he can't hear the voice of the evil god, I, he disappeared into the fog, and the surprise voice passed from the other end, saying Alex, I am out"

"The fog disappeared in front of my eyes in an instant. I arrived at Guy who was standing on the other side of the barrier. He smiled and waved and asked me to go out soon. I said that I have to study the rules of going out. It may have been a mistake. Bump, I may have to wait for the next seven days to come out."

Alex blinked slightly. "Guy is the living dead. I know he will be completely resurrected in the next seven days, and then forget that I am trapped in this world. He may think I am dead in that real world." ."

"But at least, there is one person, my lover was saved by me."

"Guy came to the edge of the barrier to find me every day. He couldn't come in. He shared with me what he saw outside every day. He was pleasantly surprised and said to me that he found my tomb with Yi on it. Lena’s letter and wedding dress, he said that the little girl grew up and actually made him a wedding dress."

Alex's voice even swallowed. "He is smiling so happily with his wedding dress. I feel that my pain is meaningful for a moment."

"But seven days later, I came to that border again, ready to see Guy for the last time before the cycle restarts."

Alex trembled. "I found Guy on the other side of the barrier. He was holding up a wedding dress and turned into an unconscious corpse. He turned into a blue-and-white zombie."

"I almost went crazy, beating the woodcarving of Cthulhu over and over again and asking him why."

"Cthulhu told me that Guy was originally a living dead. When he left this virtual world and entered reality, the time on his body was also separated from the time in the virtual world, and the real time was synchronized."

"The Cthulhu said in a compassionate voice, Alex, have you forgotten that in the real world, in the ending you chose, Guy had been bombed to death by you long ago. He was originally a corpse."

"Guy can only live for seven days. After seven days, he will become what he should be in the real world."

"I am not reconciled. I have tried to get Guy out of here again and again, but I have failed, but I just let the border know how many zombie brides are."

Alex’s voice gradually fainted, "I finally gave up, numbly took the wedding dress and letters that Zombie Guy had brought back, and waited until the next cycle to give it to another Guy, so that he could wear Elena’s before he died. Marry me in the wedding dress, which is perhaps the most happy thing for him."

"Others, I can't do anything."

Inverse God looked at him, "You should hate Cthulhu, I don't understand why you are helping Cthulhu this time to complete the sacrificial ceremony of this new Cthulhu heir."

Alex's eyeballs rolled, seeming to look at the **** of rebellion, and then turned back to the statue of the new evil god, "Do you know how to escape the control of a god?"

Reverse the gods for a moment, "Go and create a new god, right?"

"How can you make sure that this new **** is a good person and won't continue to design games to torture you?"

Alex's voice is so soft that he can hardly hear it

"I don't know, but I have never seen the Cthulhu have such a strong obsession with a new soldier. The moment the soldier named Bai Liu entered this world of war, I heard the Cthulhu happily saying to me, New The evil god, the heir he has chosen has finally arrived."

"At that moment, I could hardly control my disgust towards Bai Liu, and I also hated the subordinates he brought in. I hated them contacting Guy very much."

Nishen recalled it in his heart, so Bailiu said before that he had just entered the game and saw Alex’s first side favorability fell below the safe value, and they chose to have a stable favorability with Alex’s rival camp players. Above 60.

It turns out that there is this reason behind it.

Alex continued, "But soon I didn’t hate Bai Liu so much, because the evil **** told me that once the new **** took shape, he would fall, and his control over me was lifted. Bai Liu came to destroy him and inherit. Of his god."

"The rotation between gods is also so cruel, and humans are no different." Alex couldn't restrain the mocking smile on his face. "Maybe because of the nature of gods, they are also humans full of desires."

"Have you ever thought about why the evil **** would tell you this harmful information to him?" Nishen opened his mouth, "in case he wants to kill him."

At this point, Nishen stopped abruptly.

Alex turned his head to look at Nishen, his brow bones are low, his eyes are gloomy, and his laughter is crazy, "Who is it that kills me? I am the least afraid of death now."

"I don't want to save anyone anymore, and I don't have anything to fear. No matter what the cost, as long as it can end all of this, I am willing to do it."

Alex panted, eyes red

"That guy, that evil god, when I said this, when Bai Liu would destroy him, he smiled from the heart."

"He fully expects Bai Liu to kill him and become a new evil god."

Alex sneered sickly, "Probably he and I are impatient, waiting to die in this world full of human ugly desires until he is going crazy, so I look forward to someone who can end his life. "

Alex looked straight at the wood carving of the old evil god

"You know, new soldier, I talked to this evil **** once after losing the game. He questioned me aloft and asked if I knew why I lost this game."

"I said I don't know, I have tried my best, but still can't change anything, why can't everyone survive."

"So he laughed. He said that most of the human desires are based on mutual harm. The more unhappy a person, the stronger his desire to hurt others or his desire, the more meaningful his existence."

"He is the insight of all the evil desires in this world, the listener of the store, and as long as there is one person in this world whose desire is bloody, the game of Cthulhu will never stop."

Alex’s eyes gradually moved from the old woodcarving to the face of the new woodcarving. "And Bailiu, he found, is the most suitable player in the desire-related game. His desire is too strong, so strong that it can exceed this game, touch To the existence of God."

"Bai Liu is a player for the game of Cthulhu. Everything that Cthulhu has prepared in the game, war, destruction, death, soul, is to celebrate his coming."

"God takes care of him and is willing to die for him." Alexton said, "Whether it is the last one who has fallen a long time ago, or the one who is full of expectations."

The smile on the old woodcarving of the Cthulhu God became more and more weird and gentle and sweet, and the new woodcarving of the Cthulhu God had less than one third left, and it was about to be perfected from the log.

The smile on the face of the Xinxinshen woodcarving is faint, like a compassionate **** overlooking the crowd hypocritically.

Temple.

The petrification of the prophet sitting on the stone bench has spread to his heart, which makes it difficult for him to speak, and his voice becomes difficult, "You put something in this copy"

The man in the hood carried the same weird and gentle smile on the Cthulhu's old wooden sculpture. He put his palms together and opened his hands, and a pure black whip and a floating inverse cross appeared out of thin air between his hands.

"His original weapons and beliefs."

The whip was covered with bone spurs and was extremely sharp. The previous siren bone whip was compared with the lizard bone whip of spades. Although this whip looked similar, it carried a very obvious suffocation.

The inverse cross is made of some unknown stone, and the color on it is as if blood is flowing, containing a kind of fascinating light.

The pupils of the prophet shrank for a moment, "You put Bailiu's weapon and the inverse cross in this copy"

"Bai Liu is the perfect heir I have selected from so many white six." The man smiled with a connivance, "I broke his original weapon and inverse cross. I should always replace him with a newer and better one. Isn't it"

"It's like I killed his old god. I should give him a more perfect new god."

The prophet gasped hard, "Bai Liu hates you, he will not become your believer, so your statement of giving him a more perfect new **** is not true at all. He will not believe in you, and will not want to What you give him, Bai Liuhui believers will only be"

"Tavel." The man under the hood opened his eyes, with a smile, "But the prophet, in the absence of Tavel, you have missed a person who believes in the White Willow Society."

The prophet was startled, his face completely frozen this time.

The man under the hood laughed, "That's Bai Liu himself."

"The more perfect new **** I am talking about does not refer to myself, but Bai Liu himself."

"Bai Liu doesn't like me, hates me, or hates me. I need him to have this kind of emotion to me." The man's eyes were filled with a smile. You have to face me and kill me."

"Because God is the only one who has the ability to kill God, Bai Liu should have fully understood this truth now. In order to kill me, he had to accept all the gifts I gave him regarding the power of God."

The man smiled softly, "and then become the new evil **** who killed my old **** as I wish."

The prophet was struggling as if he couldn't breathe, saying every word, "Do you really want Bailiu to become a new **** so you are going to be destroyed by him because of this."

The man in the hood stood up slowly, his back facing the prophet who was about to be completely petrified, the waves rising from the sea outside the temple, with a smile on his face, nothing reflected in his eyes

"Prophet, you can go to the future, then you should know that everything in this world is immortal, rocks, water, waves, sky and earth, even God will one day be annihilated."

"That's why organisms have the instinct to reproduce. All conscious things are instinctively looking for some way to continue their existence."

The prophet coughed, "Are you trying to find the continuation of your own existence in Bai Liu?"

"No, I think it's boring to pursue this continuation of existence." He smiled, "So I hope there is someone who fully conforms to the rules of my game, and a player who can crack all of my games can break me. All the rules made by each world came to me and killed me as a game designer with my own hands."

His eyes hidden under his hood flashed with a strange light, "Don’t you think it’s fun to be killed by such a person in a game?"

The prophet said hoarsely, "So many Bailiu can win your game, why did you choose Bailiu as your heir?"

The man turned his head slightly, and asked in a funny way, "Then I ask you, why do you put all your winning chips on this one Bai Liu, and why don't you put it on other Bai Lius."

The prophet was silent.

The man turned his head, the sea breeze blew him with the long ponytail that exposed his hood. He lowered his eyes and smiled softly. "Because you and I know that this white willow is different."

"The souls of Bai Liu and those shoddy Bai Liu are completely different. He is the most perfect and the most interesting."

"He has a soul full of desire and restraint."

"If I am going to fall in some way." He looked at the vast expanse of the sea and smiled expectantly. "I hope Bai Liu who possesses such a soul will kill me with his own hands."

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