[The Fifth World, the eighth day]

Under the city wall, the army is ready to go.

The black heads were like ocean waves, and armored weapons of various forms glowed in various colors in the early morning.

Everything was silent, only the sound of wind and sand rubbing against the ground remained, which was completely different from the chaos of the previous large bandit group.

Everyone's faces were filled with joy, and their eyes were brighter than before.

...Everything is because, on their hands, there is a glowing pattern.

This was the source of their hatred, and the hope that they desperately longed for.

Just overnight, under a simple magic circle, everyone's wishes were fulfilled.

"—Our city is in danger."

Suddenly, a loud female voice sounded above the city wall, and the ink-colored ponytail swayed slightly in the yellow sand.

"—The puppet army and the demon beasts are all staring at them."

A girl in a military uniform, holding a black knife, slowly approached the city wall. When facing the black soldiers below, her voice was steady and she was not stage fright.

"The world crisis is ahead, and we have no way out."

"Everything has come to the most critical moment.

The whole army was silent, except for the young girl's loud voice, like the drumming before the war.

"—However, we will not be afraid. We are no longer civilians who cannot live, no longer robbers who only know how to flee, the blade in our hand has direction, the hand that holds the handle has strength-in our eyes, There is fire."

"—We, we are no longer powerless, our bodies are no longer weak, our strength is traceable, we can fight for everything for ourselves..." She stretched out her hand, the back of her hand was facing upwards, and the tattoos on it were glistening. Glow:

"And all that."

She said, raising one hand high, as if raising a flag:

"—all will be within reach."

...

"Shhhhh-"

At this moment, countless weapons were raised high and pointed sharply to the top. The sharp edges were undisguised, as if they were about to pierce the sky. The white light glides over the sharp corners like water, like another star on the ground.

The torrent of steel, although different systems.

But at this time, it surged like a tide.

The girl jumped down from the top of the city and stood in front of the army. The light armor on her body was shimmering, and the cloak behind her was screeching in the yellow sand.

"All officers and men, listen to my orders!"

She raised the black knife with a high tone.

"--kill!"

...

"Cough cough cough..."

Inside the tent, a series of coughs sounded.

The curtain door was suddenly pulled open, and the dusty girl quickly entered, stretched out her hand, and held the hand of the person in the tent.

"Why is the body like paper." Shan Shuang frowned, and the energy passed by little by little.

"I didn't expect it to be so weak." Su Ming'an wiped away the blood from his lips and stared at the barrage that flew by.

Now is the time when the whole army has just set out.

Due to his sudden arrival and the sudden plan to send troops, the other legions did not assemble in time. The second commander, Shanshuang, who was only leading a legion from Goka City, rushed out in a hurry.

It was the afternoon of the eighth day, they had just left in the early morning, and it was time to rest, so Shanshuang set up a tent to let him rest, who seemed to be getting worse and worse.

If nothing else, the second legion will arrive next to the main army station tomorrow, and then wait for the other legions to gather.

Su Ming'an doesn't understand the military, and he doesn't know how to fight a war. He has just arrived, and he is not clear about the current situation of the revolutionary army. The walk will take a break for a while.

He let the revolutionary army set off in such a hurry to test the reaction of the main army.

He always felt that if he didn't hurry up and waited in place until the tenth day, something unforeseen would happen.

The 49.448% chance of survival that never went up was always hanging in his mind like a wake-up call.

Just when he decided to let the revolutionary army go, the chance of survival rose to 52%, which made him feel that his decision was right.

In this world where the overall situation is unclear, the odds of survival are the best barometer for his repeated temptations.

The barrage is still swiping, and they seem to be discussing the previous things:

[Is this revolutionary army going to counterattack collectively? 】

[The identity of the first player is too cheap, I will give in wherever I go...]

[I don't know how to arrange identities for players, but this wave of identity arrangements is really the son of the organizer. 】

[It's so boring... I don't know what you guys are doing with the barrage, people don't watch it. 】

[By the way, have any of you seen the new news on the forum, about the first player? 】

[Which new news has nothing to do with him, which one are you talking about? 】

[I saw it too... It seems to be what happened when Su Mingan closed the live broadcast. Several players said that they were tortured to rob their equipment and finally killed...]

[This kind of thing is very common, I have seen a lot of it in other live broadcast rooms. 】

[Someone said that they want to jointly sign the letter... But I really think there is something wrong with the brains of this group of people. Who should I write the letter to? Who cares about them? I still can't see the situation clearly, and I can't see who is the boss. 】

【…】

"Why do you keep coughing up blood... Is this how the puppet army treats you?"

Su Mingan was paying attention to the barrage when he suddenly heard Shanshuang's voice.

This valiant-looking female general was still frowning, as if she had always been bitter and hated since Su Mingan saw her.

"I heard that the puppet army is going to harm you under the pretext of a rite of passage, but everyone has been brainwashed by the gods, thinking that you are really going to be promoted to immortals. If possible, I would rather It's better not to rush to send troops to launch a general attack, and to let you help us improve our talents, accumulate and annihilate those people in one fell swoop," she said.

Su Mingan responded while watching the reaction of the barrage: "There's no time left."

"What time?" Shanshuang was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted: "It doesn't matter, we have already prepared for the sacrifice of resources. This is how we have passed this year, even if it is delayed for a few days, how many more deaths will there be? Personally, no problem - it's all for the ultimate peace."

"I mean, me."

Su Ming'an let go of his hand and sighed towards the palm of his hand, but he felt that his mouth was cold.

The curse of the blood-red tattoo is still there, and he still deducts some blood from time to time, which has little effect. What really made him feel bad was this body that was cooling down a little bit.

He seemed to suddenly understand the reason why Shengqi was so anxious—perhaps admiring him, he should not have lived the day of the coming-of-age ceremony. Even if the rite of passage doesn't kill him, he can't wait for the experiment to end.

His body couldn't support it at all.

"..."

Shuangshuang seemed to be a little silent.

She seemed to want to comfort something, but opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

When Su Mingan was bleeding like that yesterday and hurt his own body, she didn't stop him.

Because in her eyes, from her standpoint, she respects such a person so much only because of his achievements, not because she really loves him so much. Even after her admiration status was exposed, her favorability level only rose to 60, a level above friendliness.

She always has a scale in her heart that can measure everything in front of her, and reason is always greater than her sensibility. In her eyes, the revolutionary army is the heaviest weight, and in her eyes, admiration can only become a weight that increases the weight of the revolutionary army.

If it is said that letting him lose blood and weakening him can make the revolutionary army stronger, and can really defeat the main army, she will never stop it, and she will even be very happy.

——Individual sacrifice can be exchanged for the progress of everyone, then this is a matter of course.

She cares so much about Su Ming'an now, but it's just a pity that she doesn't want him to die, and wants him to live and research more results.

For this reason, she didn't care about the words "player" and "NPC" that Su Mingan said in the conference room before. She couldn't understand it, and he didn't say it, so she didn't ask.

As long as she can see that everyone is progressing in one direction, all the details are irrelevant to her.

"That's right." Shanshuang suddenly remembered something: "Where's the commander?"

Su Mingan raised his head slightly.

"I seemed to hear Chen Yang saying that he was going to exterminate some monsters around here, but it's been a day without any movement... I sent him a message, but he didn't seem to reply..."

"He died." Su Ming'an said, "Sheng Qi killed him."

His words were direct, without the slightest bit of concealment.

This kind of loss of life is very common in the eyes of people in this world, and it is almost unstoppable.

The single pair of eyes blinked slightly.

The crow feather-like eyelashes moved, like a black butterfly trembling with the tip of a flower.

"That's it." She said in a light tone: "...That's it."

Her eyes became a little dim, but soon she stood up, and her partner who was fighting with her died suddenly, but she didn't seem to be affected by the news at all.

Outside the tent, the army is about to set off again.

People in this world seem to have long been accustomed to sacrifice and being sacrificed.

As long as everything is for the ultimate victory, in their eyes, everything can be abandoned.

Companions, relatives, lovers... Life has gradually become a quantified number, everyone is struggling to survive for the [future], because of the lack of resources, because of the imminent danger, even ignorant children understand that survival is a matter of life. something that requires repeated struggles.

Some people may never come back once they go out.

Some partings, maybe a turn around, is a goodbye.

Including single and double herself, she has long had such a realization.

Chen Yang, he was just one step ahead.

She didn't seem to want to talk much, but she didn't shed any more tears. Turning her head again, when she opened the curtain door, Su Mingan saw the hair rope swaying behind her head, as bright as a red butterfly.

...this is probably the only thing about her that is still girlish.

Su Mingan got up slowly, he felt very cold, but not to the point where he couldn't move.

He sensed the movement of the shadow.

Before, he had been letting the shadow move freely, catching some players in the nearby forest to loot, or killing some lonely monsters to supplement his experience. Due to the sharing of experience, his experience bar is now very close to the second-order ninth, and there are six career points, and the fault tolerance rate is very high.

As long as nothing goes wrong in the last six or seven days, there should be no problem going according to the original plan.

He lifted the curtain and saw that the army had already started. He belonged to the **** team, which was isolated from the army. He had a special elite to protect him, and he did not need to live and eat with the soldiers who were not well equipped.

But when he got out of the tent, he saw a figure standing under the shade of a tree with a butterfly on his shoulder.

He saw Lu Shu early in the morning, and when he was picked up by Shanshuang, he found that Lu Shu was in the team, but he had not spoken to Lu Shu until he returned to Goka City until the army set off.

Lu Shu couldn't see him, and he didn't want to communicate with Lu Shu for the time being.

Because he had been busy dealing with various NPCs and had to think about the overall situation, he really didn't have the energy to persuade the Fifth World to start blindly assassinating Edward. Although he had said before that he wanted to have a good chat with Lu Shu, But at least not now.

He glanced at the figure waiting under the tree, then passed the person and walked out.

...

[Main God Space No. 23]

In the brightly lit room, the curtains completely cut off the outside world.

It looks like a shrewd man in his thirties is dressed in a high-definition suit, but his posture is a little unruly. His legs are opened from the inside to the outside, and the whole person is sitting on the swivel armchair of the office desk. ~ He didn't seem to notice the no smoking sign posted on the wall at all, the cigarette **** was burning freely in his hand, a little orange spark, like a gleam in his eyes.

Opposite him, sat a man who looked to be in his forties, with a bald head, a Chinese-style face, square lines, and a temperament like a high official. Judging from the age of recovery, this man was at least seventy or eighty years old before. next year. Obviously he can get points to grow his hair, but he still has a bald head, which may be due to habit.

But in the face of this man who was smoking a cigarette by himself, this high-ranking man looked sad.

"Still haven't figured it out yet?"

The man exhaled a puff of white smoke, and the silver stars on his shoulders shone under the bright lights of the conference room.

"Although the World Forum has restored Zhai Xing's previous network system and many basic websites can also be used, a lot of information is still lost." The bald man looked at the man smoking a cigarette in a leisurely manner, with a slightly hunchbacked body. Sit up straight:

"This has led to ... it is very difficult for us to find out the family background of some people, including those on the list."

"Heh." The man smiled, the cigarette on his mouth was still burning slowly. He took the cigarette out of his mouth, and with a puff of white smoke, he spit out clear words: "So there is no result?"

"Not necessarily." The bald man's eyes flashed with excitement: "Although we haven't been able to find those top players with deep backgrounds, we have made a big discovery."

"what?"

"Player number one." The bald man said with a serious tone: "We have figured out his background - including the identity of his parents."