First Player

Chapter 551 Chapter 549 · "You came to save me."

Hearing Su Mingan call out his name, Zhao Weidong lowered his guard a little.

"Yes, the volcano just erupted. Are you a Qiongdi person who did not evacuate?" Zhao Weidong frowned: "I'm sorry... our experiment failed. Now you are risking your life to come to us, but there is nothing you can do..."

Behind him, several people in white coats also came over.

"That's it." Su Mingan said, "The volcano has erupted..."

…

[Pingping:

Zhan Xinjia.

Qiongdi fell into a period of natural disaster very early. The volcano erupted and we couldn't get out. The ground was covered with hot soil and high temperature.

I'm a little hungry. The next batch of people hasn't come yet, and our supplies are getting scarcer. Now I only eat one steamed bun a day and sleep under the quilt the rest of the time, which will make me feel better. 】

…

After this volcanic eruption, the end result of these researchers was to die alone in the underground passage holding photos of their families.

They have gone through a long experiment of more than 20 years, and have been separated from their relatives for a long time. They are eager to find a way to save the people of the sky, but they have a tragic ending.

Not to mention, at this point in time... the outside world should have been destroyed.

"Your next batch of colleagues won't be coming, so there's no need to wait." Su Mingan said, "Go straight ahead from the underground passage next to it and turn right at the third intersection. You should be able to find an area without volcanic ash. I will be there. Leave the barrier behind and when the temperature drops, you can find a chance to escape."

"How do you know the next group of people won't come..." Zhao Weidong said.

Su Ming'an didn't have time to explain, so he took Xi Boer and left.

"——Wait." After Su Mingan took a few steps, Zhao Weidong's voice came from behind: "At least thank you for telling us another way out. You don't have to worry, even if my colleagues and I return to the outside world , will continue to study the plan to save you. This is our lifelong project, please don’t give up! No matter what world you are in, you have the right to live, and our team is here for this!"

Su Mingan did not look back.

He thought of Zhao Weidong's dead body holding Pingping's photo in the underground passage that day.

…

[The spring outside must be beautiful, with warm spring breeze and blooming flowers. I haven’t seen spring for many years...]

[What does our daughter look like now? Her hair must be like yours, dark and silky. Her eyes should be very similar to mine, as they have been since she was a child, big and very charming...]

【……】

【...I am so, so eager to meet you. 】

…

He left here, leaving a barrier to block the black mist for these researchers.

After reaching the ground, he looked up and saw a volcano erupting like a doomsday.

Thick magma and hot volcanic ash were ejected, and the sounds of people running and screaming in the distance could be vaguely heard.

At this point in time, he had experienced it once, when he rescued Feng Qiqi and Sissi.

He identified the direction and quickly ran towards the castle.

Five years ago, this was a very special time.

In the castle, another group of outsiders who are making virus weapons should still be alive.

——As an experimental material, Yuan Shuangshuang is still in the laboratory in the castle, and the authority of the Black Crow lies with her.

Su Mingan raised his head.

It was hard to tell whether it was morning or afternoon due to the color of the sky. He and Siboer moved forward and passed by many Qiongdi people who were fleeing in panic.

He and Sibor were like a river traveling against the river.

The dark sky curse is slowly pressing down on the world.

Five years ago, it was the time when the curse of the sky came and the dome was on the verge of destruction.

People nestle in the darkness, like primitive beings who have not yet acquired fire.

"Su Ming'an, if..." Xiboer said suddenly: "If I go to my cabin now, will I be able to see myself at the age of ten and you who are about to say goodbye to me?"

"Maybe." Su Mingan said.

He didn't know what the mechanism of this reversal of time was, whether it brought them back from the future, or whether it was a memory judgment from a causal level. But no matter what, the first action now is definitely to take the power of the Black Crow.

"——Shua!"

Just when he was about to rush into the castle, a golden sword was thrust in front of him.

The golden sword went straight into the ground in front of him, and the light exploded. Spider-web-like cracks spread on the soil, and holy white flames rose up.

He looked up and saw a golden figure.

A thin halo of light shone on the man's body, and the young man stood high in the sky.

The young man's hand was drawing in the air, and the golden sword rose again, aiming at Su Ming'an.

"——I found you, Su Ming'an." Su Lin smiled: "I came to ask for [energy] from you."

…

[Lord God World·Server 79]

Lu woke up from bed and rubbed his eyes.

The sanity settings in the eighth world were so torturous that he almost went crazy, and it took him a long sleep to recover.

He opened the mailbox and suddenly saw a blood-red letter.

He woke up instantly and opened the envelope immediately.

…

[Those who are proud of their shores, the road:]

[Hello, we would like to invite you to a place. 】

The sender below is the [organizer] marked in red. Obviously, this is not a spoof letter sent by a player.

"Invitation from the organizer...?" Lu said softly: "The location was not specified, but the time is three days later?"

He rubbed his temples.

"The organizer is causing trouble again?" He dialed the communication to see if Bei Wang, who was also a top player, had received such an email.

Although it should be Beiwang's bedtime now, it doesn't matter. As long as a communication call comes through, the other party will wake up even if he doesn't want to.

Sure enough, looking north also didn't sleep.

"...Hello." A sleepy voice sounded, and a sleepy face from the north appeared on the video screen.

"Have you received the invitation email from the organizer?" Lu said.

"Oh." Bei Wang said, "I got it."

"It seems like an invitation to all peak players? No, it may be an email for players with special status..." Lu pondered for a moment: "The eighth world is about to end. Su Mingan should be able to return tonight. Things about the Peak Alliance , let’s start preparations.”

"Oh." Beiwang said.

"...Okay, you can continue to sleep." Lu said.

There was a "click" and the communication was hung up.

Lu sighed, put on his coat and mask, opened the door and walked to the street.

As soon as he came out, he heard a shout.

People with oil paint on their faces and holding wooden signs with blood on them were passing by the houses while chanting slogans.

"——Decision-makers who disregard human ethics! What we want is fairness! We want fairness! No one's life should be measured in value!!"

"——Hand over the resources we seized, give an explanation to the medical staff who dedicated themselves for free, and give us an explanation! They have betrayed our trust!"

"——Tricking the masses to stay away from adventure players and deliberately dividing the boundaries between players. What kind of 'union' do they have!"

"..."

Onlookers stood in front of their houses, watching the group of people shouting injustice. They took photos, recorded videos, and lamented the behavior of this group of people marching.

This procession has been going on for some time. Since the "resource first rescue" principle was exposed, people are like dynamite barrels that have been ignited.

Even if they don't know the significance of such a march, they still chant slogans, as if they think that such public opinion can reverse the situation.

——Perhaps this is the brilliance of high-dimensional life.

Before they could do anything, people started fighting on their own, pointing their swords at the United Group, which was at the forefront of spiritual rescue.

Some people claim that - in fact, the top management of the United Group has gone crazy, and the top players in the world have also gone crazy. Madness is a theme of human beings, and only by following this trend can we survive.

What the United League wants is power and reputation, smart people want a glamorous life after the game, and powerful people want the right to control and freedom, but these people don't even have peace.

——Confucianism disrupts the law with literature, while chivalry violates prohibitions with force.

These people are pessimistic about their outlook for the future.

Now all resources are given priority to the players at the top of the rankings, while they have become neglected garbage.

After the game is over, how can they survive with the huge power gap? At that time, there was no resurrection of the dead, and there were no longer rules prohibiting attacks on each other in the world of the Lord God.

If they don’t “fight” while it’s still fair now, who will listen to their calls in the future?

They even suggested that disclosing the handles of the top players, such as family backgrounds, things they care about, etc., would constrain their bottom line as human beings.

For example, the first player can persuade his mother to hold him back. For Noel, you can influence his New World Guild and let the New World Guild "influence" him. As for Mizushima Kawakora, Lu Shu, Lin Yin and others, we can start from the level of aristocratic families.

Although this statement is nonsense, it actually has the support of many people.

Herbert, who actively betrayed his identity as a player, has caused the trust of some people to disappear.

Some people are worried that these remaining top players will suddenly disregard everything, take their progress, give up on humanity, and fly away.

It seems to be a good choice to put "shackles" on the players at the top of the list that cannot be abandoned.

…

As night falls, the world becomes increasingly hazy.

The brilliant color of the volcanic eruption became the only light, and Su Lin floated in front of the light, the golden energy rolling like waves.

"I came to you to ask for [energy]," he said.

"Go aside!"

Su Mingan didn't waste any words and immediately issued a judgment.

In order to fight these days, he has pushed his emotional value to the full 2000 points, and he can fire more than thirty times in a row.

Su Lin froze, but was not affected.

Since acquiring the judgment skill, this was the first time Su Mingan saw someone who was not controlled.

He no longer held back and used up all the more than a thousand emotion points. Like light pollution, more than thirty red lines flashed crazily on Su Lin's body in the air, like a broken traffic light.

"Hey, you're really rude..." Su Lin's voice floated down from the air, and it still had no fluctuation.

But his sword has completely stopped in the air and is no longer falling.

"Walk!"

Su Mingan dragged Xi Boer and rushed into the castle.

Su Lin should be under control. The trial of more than thirty rounds is no joke.

Yuan Shuangshuang's death time is today. He has to be fast.

Siboer watched Su Mingan slaughter all the way and watched him rush towards the laboratory.

The golden flames of the blade danced, cutting people's heads. Wherever it passed, blood sprayed everywhere, and corpses fell in rows.

Unlike the kind-hearted Zhao Weidong and others, the researchers in the castle are a group of demons who want to launch a virus war. Killing them does not require any psychological burden.

Blood exploded on their sides, and the wind blew across Sibor's ears. She suddenly felt very relaxed. Running freely without any psychological burden made her extremely happy, as if all the burdens were suddenly thrown away.

"quack--"

A pitch-black crow landed on the researcher's blood-stained body, making an unpleasant mourning cry.

Su Mingan chopped down a researcher with one sword. Several gunshots were heard nearby, and several bullets fell to the ground with a "ding, ding, ding, ding, ding."

This group of people had guns, but they were unable to break through Su Ming'an's defense.

He turned around and saw several researchers who were retreating in panic.

White tentacles sprouted from Su Ming'an's body, like a ferocious python, and engulfed the researcher.