First Player

"--What did you say?"

Anger surged on Yamada Machi's face. If the distance wasn't too far, he really wanted to punch the god.

"Jiuyou is about to be sealed off. If you don't want to die, just get out." The god floated down into the sky, gave a faint explanation, and left. At the same time, the Holy Alliance troops also retreated from Jiuyou.

...What happened up there?

The starry sky was so far away that Yamada Machichi couldn't see what was happening above. He turned around and said, "Su Mingan is still up there, we can't leave him alone."

"Staying here won't help him," Lu said calmly.

"I wanted to fight to the death, but I found out that I punched the cotton. This is not a problem that can be solved by fighting force..." Isabella took off her glasses, revealing her red eyes: "We can't change anything. "

The passage to Jiuyou was shrinking little by little. Just when Yamada Machi hesitated, Su Lin left directly, as if he didn't intend to care anymore.

Then came Burris. He chanted something devoutly, took the scepter and left Jiuyou.

Then came Lu and Isabella. They knew it was useless to stay, so they chose to leave.

Finally, Yamada Machi turned around and glanced at the person who was still standing where he was.

Lu Shu. Mo Yan.

Lu Shu still raised his head and looked at the distant sky. His eyes were bloodshot, and he always seemed to be in this posture, looking up with his head held high, standing silently, not saying a word, but always staying longer than anyone else.

"...Lu Shu, you'd better leave." Yamada Machichi said.

Lu Shu lowered his head. He maintained this posture for too long, as if he could hear the sound of the sculpture breaking: "Without me, he is the only one left in Jiuyou. If he needs someone to help him, this place cannot be empty."

The look in his eyes was one of longing for something to come to him.

Yamada Machichi was silent. They could be controlled by gods at any time, but only Lu Shu's will belonged to him.

The passage was about to close, and a white line passed across the sky.

Lu Shu caught the falling white line - it was a sword, condensed with frost, snow and blue-green. It's the sword of Arman.

The sword is out of hand... Is he still there?

Lu Shu's shoulders trembled, and he saw a crack on the blade of the sword with words on it.

【Walk. 】

The carving is crooked, and it must have been carved at a critical moment. Lu Shu stared in silence for a few seconds.

Then he picked up the sword and dragged Mo Yan.

"Walk."

Mo Yan looked at him in shock - aren't you the one who is most determined to stay?

"Let's go." Lu Shu repeated.

He insisted on staying because he didn't know whether Su Mingan needed help. If given a clear request, he will not do the opposite. He had understood more than ten days ago that this was not what Su Mingan wanted, and it could not help him.

For a torch to light itself until it burns out, at least someone needs it.

He leaves himself alone when he is needed most.

…

"...Has the request for help been successful? Will the Alien King help us deal with the gods?"

As soon as Su Lin came out of Jiuyou, people were asking anxious questions. They didn't know Su Lin either, but they just found that Su Lin was the first one to come out.

The Holy Alliance troops had retreated, and the battlefield became quiet except for the wails of the wounded.

Further away, there are players lying on the ground, surrounded by broken blood-returning potions and blue-returning potions. This battle was the most fierce in history, and the gods almost tried their best to prevent them from entering the Nine Netherworld. Fortunately, their number one player was more skilled and went in anyway.

"How's it going? It was successful!" player Lu Meng said loudly.

Now that the gods have retreated, the copy is finally coming to an end!

"Is Lord God still in there? When will He come out?" Wang Mingming pushed through the crowd and rushed out. His arm is still bandaged, but he is happy - if the old god wins, the numb days ruled by the gods are finally over! The distant starry sky, beautiful poems and paintings... will return to people's lives.

Agnes, Eli, Zhang Daoxuan and others stood far away. For them, Su Mingan's victory was good news, but Mizushima Kawakora's reputation was severely damaged by this copy. Whose turn is it to stand on the high platform this time?

The prophet Ailande is indeed a good candidate, and the re-emerging Lin Jiang is also good. Iris has also gained a lot of foundation recently, and even Alger from the Peak Alliance has interacted with them.

It's not that they don't like Su Ming'an, but it's not a good thing for one family to dominate. Only a world with many heroes is stable. Just like this time, if Su Mingan really dies and there is no successor, mankind will instantly fall into an extremely desperate situation. Therefore, several bright lights must exist at the same time. Even if one of the brightest lights goes out, the night will not fall.

However, Mizushima Kawakawa's competitive spirit was too strong, and he happened to run into a copy with Su Ming'an, which resulted in such a competitive situation. This is not what most people want to see. They originally wanted Mizushima, Kawakora and Sora to go hand in hand to promote healthy competition. Who would have thought that gods could seduce her like this.

Su Lin looked at these people with different thoughts. He never bothered to explore the diversity of human beings. These people were not worthy of his observation.

"……gone."

He took off directly and flew towards the edge of the world.

Until Isabella, Lu, Yamada Machichi and Lu Shu came out. They cannot see what is happening in the stars. Facing the expectant gazes of everyone, they didn't know what to say.

"What should I do?" They made eye contact.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.

——Until a familiar voice came from the distance:

"I have reached an agreement with the gods, and the gods have withdrawn. Duoying is an intruder, and you must not believe every word he says. As for the alien king, it has been sealed in the Nine Netherworld. From now on, I will become your new god .”

People looked up, joy filling their eyes instantly.

A figure stood on the blue island-like command center. Familiar eyebrows, familiar expression. He is wearing a gorgeous robe that symbolizes the old gods. Anyone who takes a look at him will recognize it - that is the number one player Su Ming'an.

That is their old god.

Yamada Machichi glanced at the entrance of Jiuyou in surprise - Jiuyou had been sealed, and Su Ming'an did not come out in the end. So who is this Su Ming'an...

"Congratulations everyone." The old god said: "The Battle of the Lighthouse is over."

His voice is like a clear sweet spring, pouring into everyone's heart. The effects of Missionary Aura continue to work, and even players are convinced of it.

In an instant, cheers resounded throughout the battlefield, penetrating through the long yellow sand and spreading like flying birds. Amidst the electromagnetic sound and the joyful announcements of the generals, thousands of small battlefields and rear battlefields... all learned the news.

Wandering refugees, stationed soldiers, leaders of various countries, players left behind, and outsiders from other eras... all learned the news.

—The old gods prevailed.

——The gods retreated.

For a time, joy covered the earth, and the sky and the earth were filled with the smell of joy.

The war lasted for five years, after the death of the old god, two continuous heavy rains, the collapse of the coalition government, and the separation and reunification of various countries... it was so long that the Forest of Steles filled the mountains and plains.

it is finally over.

"Damn it! The number one player is awesome! Enter Jiuyou and everything will be solved!" the players shouted.

"it is finally over……"

"Can we draw and sing in the future..."

"Will those who died and were executed be rehabilitated? The Old God is merciful and will definitely clear their names..."

The cheers were deafening, and Yamada Machichi covered his ears, his eardrums almost shattered.

The old god's smile looked extremely warm, like the warm sunshine... but he felt that the smile seemed fake and could break at the touch of a touch.

……yes.

The Old God only said "The Battle of the Lighthouse is over"... What after this?

After this, He never spoke again.

His smile makes people feel... It seems to be the last ray of light before the sunset, golden and bright, but about to fall into the silent cold night.

Lu Shu ran straight over.

Amid overwhelming laughter, he ran over in stride. There was a long distance between the entrance of Jiuyou and the headquarters. At that time, Chao Yan almost tried his best to send Su Mingan over. This time Lu Shu ran over and encountered no obstacles.

He passed by the soldiers lying on the ground hugging each other, by the players high-fiving in celebration, by the smiling generals, and by thousands of smiling faces... They were all smiling, even though most of them were bitter. smile, because the joy of victory is not as good as the pain of loss, but at least they can be happy for a few seconds about the future they won with their own hands.

Thousands of smiles and laughter passed through his eyes - until he ran to the headquarters and boarded the podium panting.

The priest next to him immediately came to stop Lu Shu, but the old god waved his hand.

Frost still condensed on Lu Shu's face, and blue-green pollution lingered on his arms. Lu Shu ran over immediately without receiving treatment.

Lu Shu looked at the old god and asked:

"……is it you?"

I don't know what this sound contains.

The old god told others: "Go and call some healing talisman seal masters to come over and treat him."

The priest immediately accepted the order, and within a few seconds, several healing talisman seal masters ran over, their eyes burning with the flame of reverence.

Lu Shu still stood where he was and asked again:

"……is it you."

The old god smiled: "Who could it be if it wasn't me? This is my last trump card. Although it feels a bit special, it is indeed me."

Lu Shu did not ask further questions.

He quietly came down to receive the treatment, and the sizzling sound sounded on his skin, like the flesh being roasted on a raging fire, but he remained motionless, like a solidified statue.

…

[Because the gods took the initiative to retreat, the Battle of the Lighthouse ended. 】

[Victory camp: Old God’s side. 】

[The following will calculate the camp contribution value for you...]

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[Because Jiuyou is blocked, the alien king is temporarily unable to revive. The second tower ends. 】

[Number of survivors of Order: 2 (Su Mingan, Mizushima Kawakora)]

[Su Mingan and Mizushima Kawakora have been promoted to B level. The status of other participants remains at C level. (The winner who completes the third tower will continue to advance in rank, up to S)]

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[The third tower has been opened. 】

[The name of this tower is: "Millennium Wish". 】

[Task content: This tower will no longer reflect the past to the present. Participants can begin their journey by entering the tower. 】

[Current look back time: 512 years (Steam Age)——? Year (initial era). 】

[Any of your actions will no longer change history simultaneously. 】

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[List of contestants (twelve people in total)]

[Su Ming'an, Mizushima Kawakora, Lu Shu, Noel, Yueyue, Xue Qixia, Eli, Agnes, Burris, Alger, Zhang Daoxuan, Lu Meng. 】

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"——Lord Son of God. According to your plan, we will lure the tyrant to the Abyss of Naraku in the name of the Supreme Magician. The tyrant is now at the end of his crossbow. You only need to hold the holy sword to completely kill this demon." The priest said respectfully. .

The oil lamp swayed with a bright fire, and the light filled the church.

A blond boy was wearing a velvet coat, and his blue earrings swayed like a slender blood vessel. His eyes were indifferent: "The tyrant has really been led into the abyss of Naraku?"

The priests said: "The tyrant is fearless and has an extremely bad temper, but he regards the long-lost Supreme Magician as a god. You just used a little trick to take out the Supreme Magician's belongings, and he believed it and took the initiative. Going into danger."

"We blocked the tyrant to the edge of the cliff and lined up with holy shields. Even if the tyrant could intensify the black fog disease on people, it would be useless. But we only dare to block him on the cliff, and we still have to rely on you. Only by holding the holy sword can he beheaded."

"Lord Holy Son, please bring your sword and put an end to this devil who does all evil!"

They bowed their heads and held the holy sword high, their eyes full of fanaticism.

The bright light danced on Noel's eyebrows, and he bent his eyes, feeling very interesting.

...Does the "devil" really do all kinds of evil?

Emperor Blackberry Kenite was twenty-six years old at the time. Under his attack, most of the world's territory had been captured. He unified the writing and legal standards.

He did have a violent temperament, so people were afraid of him, which allowed the war to progress so quickly and avoid more sacrifices. He did attract hatred because he vigorously banned the Witch Trial and made more people wake up.

In the past, if you hated someone, you could burn them to death by labeling them a "witch". But now it requires troublesome evidence collection, proof production, and defense... to declare a person guilty. This is very troublesome for the rulers.

His thinking is too advanced and advanced. Like a "witch".

"Witches" shouldn't exist.

Noel only accelerated the historical process of this era, but had no interest in meeting Emperor Kenite. He waved his hand: "Let the goddess do it, she has more time than me."

He just received a system message that he was about to open the third tower. Anyway, besides him, the Son of God, there is also a Goddess. She is an NPC and has less time than him.

So, a girl was welcomed into Naraku Abyss.

The girl wore a goddess costume and held a holy sword. Surrounded by church soldiers, she came to the edge of the cliff.

This is year 342 of the Witch Age.