First Player

No. 77 "He is only nineteen years old."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the sky seemed to be cracked with countless holes, and the heavy rain formed a waterfall, pouring towards the earth.

"Stab it—prick it—"

Several rays of light like thunder flashed on the high-altitude glass platform, and the raindrops fell with bloody light, like drops of blood seeping out.

Su Mingan felt that everything in front of him was fragile, the glass platform under his feet, the sword in his hand, and even...himself. It's like a small boat that may capsize in heavy rain at any time.

The long wind swept the entire sky, and the rain of bullets was even denser than the raindrops. There were already more than a hundred mechanical armies lying down in front of him.

But there was still a steady stream of mechanical troops coming towards him from the broken window.

The bullet grazed his cheek, a few strands of broken hair fell, and a trace of blood slid down the corner of his right eye, like a bright red eye.

"Click."

There was a crisp sound of bones coming from his right arm, which must have been the damage caused by swinging the sword too hard. There was a warm and moist feeling on the shoulder, like blood. He has lost count of how many wounds he has on his body, and injuries have become a habit.

In the gray rain curtain, no one spoke, there was only the sound of artillery fire and sword blades, but in the dull air, there seemed to be floating the unwilling resentment of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the ruined world.

...don’t want to lose.

...do not want to bow to the invaders.

… They don’t want to give away this world that they have lived in for thousands of years.

Su Mingan could hardly hear the sound except the heavy rain hitting the glass. During the hypothermia, he could only use blood to keep warm. If any part of his body bleeds, he could only feel the warmth.

...After reaching the fifth level for settlement, the experience gained during this period must be quite a lot. He thought hazily.

In the blur of hearing, he heard a "chacha" sound coming from the sky, which should be a signal that Team Mu was adjusting Xiaomei.

When he turned around and slashed back, he saw a white figure passing by the edge of his field of vision, it was Beilisel.

The mechanical army did not attack Beilisel. Beilisel had been standing in the corner of the glass platform, his pupils dilated.

Suddenly, Beilisel raised his head and looked at the god holding the helicopter door in the air.

The gods have been silent for a long time, like an audience caught in a grand drama, silently witnessing the end of the world. His expression was one of controlled indifference, without the excitement of impending victory. To describe it more accurately, it is more like a bystander who is about to lay a flower at the tomb.

There is only sorrow in the eyes of the gods.

Sadness for Su Mingan, a person who is very similar to him. He looked at Su Ming'an as if he was looking at the past and the future.

Beilisel's pupils trembled violently, and he was caught in the struggle between sanity and madness. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head and roared at the god:

"——Where did you hide Asa!!! God!!"

The god lowered his head and looked at him indifferently.

"——You must have hidden Asa! Otherwise, why do you have the authority to use his body! He has administrator rights, why can you invade his body! Give Asa back to me! Give it back to me! !" The white hair was messy and stuck to Beiliseer's cheeks, like snow that was about to melt. He stretched out his hand, and hooked his fingers into claws toward the sky, as if he could hurt the gods who were far away from him.

His pupils were bloodshot and his expression was almost ferocious:

"Give Asa back to me! Give Asa back to me!!!"

"Why do you all persecute him! Why do you all target him!"

"Why can't he live! Why can't he live! He is only nineteen years old, why!!"

Amidst the patter of rain, his voice came out like a needle, and the extremely high pitch made the god frown slightly.

"Shut him up."

The god spoke coldly.

Several mechanical armies turned their heads, took a few "bang bang" steps, and instantly controlled Beilisel. The rough touch of masonry squeezed Beilisel's back, and he vomited blood.

Beilisel's melee ability is extremely weak, and his original clone Ming could easily suppress him.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Blood fell with the sound of coughing, dripping on the glass on the ground. The place where Beilisel stepped on was already stained with blue blood - these were cut by Su Mingan's sword after sword against the mechanical army.

Among the layers of mechanical debris, Su Ming'an's figure was almost submerged, and Beilisel could no longer see Su Ming'an clearly. His pupils began to lose focus, tears fell down his cheeks, and he made a sound like an injured cat:

"Why... why am I the only one who remembers him? Why is it that I am the only one who still loves him now..."

"Why……"

"Why can't such a good person come back..."

The hundreds of millions of people in the ruined world will not explore whether the Akto of today is the Akto of the first year of the disaster. Now that there are bionic bodies with exactly the same personality, appearance, and voice, who else but him will miss the real Akto day and night?

"I……"

Beilisel lowered his head and stopped talking, and the god didn't care about him at all.

"clang!"

The sword blade inserted into the chest of a mechanical army and penetrated the opponent's core energy. Su Mingan took a staggering step back, and there was a crisp "click" sound from his right ankle.

The hypothermia made his senses blurred. When he heard the sound of bone cracking, he just tilted his body to the left and had no energy left to care.

"I kind of regret promising Lin Guang not to kill you." God said, "Who would have thought that you would be so stubborn and delay me for so long."

He looked at the glass platform in the sea of ​​blood. Even if it was bleeding and floating, this scene could not be described. The mechanical debris piled up into a hill, leaving only the central circle of Su Ming'an as pure land. Even the Sword of Arman is full of metal cracks, and even if it is a gold-level weapon, its durability is almost cut off.

Such a high-intensity mechanical attack, according to the judgment of the gods, should have already exceeded Su Ming'an's limit. Who knew that Su Ming'an could actually exceed his own limit, even for so long.

"I still have things to do, and I can't waste time on you." The god said, "Although I value commitments, I have to make an exception now. Lin Guang... Anyway, even if I give him a corpse, he won't What more can be said."

Su Mingan reluctantly raised his eyelids.

The god stretched out his hand and pointed it at him.

It was as if a hot wind blew between them, and in the next moment, an impact like a huge wave suddenly surged out from the god's hand!

Like an invisible flying bird, it formed a line between heaven and earth, and instantly penetrated this shaky glass platform.

"Click——"

Like a mirror that was suddenly shattered, the glass platform instantly lost its support. Spider-web-like cracks spread rapidly, and the glass platform immediately fell into pieces.

Su Mingan's feet were empty.

Broken glass, piles of mechanical debris, scattered metal pieces... they all fell with him. At the height of the 21st floor, his black hair rose upwards with the violent wind, his ears were filled with violent storms, and his pupils Among them, only the helicopter was getting further and further away from him.

Rain and cold wind filled his robes, and glass shards hit him with the rain. The world was enveloped in thunder. A big drop of rainwater got into his eyes, blurring the water and blood at the corners of his eyes.

The god was still at the helicopter hatch, looking in his direction.

"Goodbye," whispered the god.

Su Mingan coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his body looked like a broken leaf swaying in the wind and rain.

20th floor, 16th floor, 12th floor...

As he fell, it seemed as if all his vitality had been stripped away, his breathing was tightly suppressed, and the strong wind stopped his breathing. Those scarlet hoses followed closely, falling with him like a red rain.

His figure seemed to be broken by the heavy rain.

This night's decisive battle was full of traps, ambushes, and series of tricks... one after another. The absolute technological suppression of civilizations. Even if he played his bad hand to the extreme, he could not avoid the current ending.

In every world, as the identity at the core of every world, as "Asa Akto", he has done his best. So many years of war, such long-term resonance, so many rose bloods... He has already exceeded his load. He couldn't even remember what happened to the dungeon a few days ago, and his memories seemed extremely distant.

The screen in the live broadcast room was frantically scrolling, and the text was already blurry. Deep in the building floor, a warm yellow halo was projected from the windows one after another, hitting Su Mingan's face and reflecting his blood-stained body.

Vaguely, he heard what sounded like a small eyebrow, and her voice was like a trickling stream.

"...Excuse me, can everyone hear me?"

Her clear voice came from every corner of the city. It also poured into his ears.

heard it.

The girl's voice was as clear as the clear water of the mountain stream. Although she was trembling, she was very firm. The sound of a white cat meowing could still be vaguely heard. These sounds are like the warm light of dawn amid the gloomy city-state atmosphere.

People lay on the ground and opened their eyes in a daze.

Her voice represents the hope of breaking the tie, and represents the beginning of the team's breaking of the collective emotional resonance, but it cannot stop Su Mingan's fall.

The light gathered and dispersed in front of his eyes. Su Mingan glanced again at the helicopter that was far away from him and had turned into a small black dot, and closed his eyes.

The air starts to get colder.

The temperature, which was already close to zero, began to drop again, and the rain falling from the sky had the potential to freeze.

12th floor, 8th floor, 4th floor...

"..."

"..."

The expected pain from landing did not appear.

Someone spoke in his ear, in a low voice.

"Click-click."

A subtle sound of condensation was heard.

Su Ming'an blinked, and a streak of ice stretched towards him from the sky at an extremely fast speed. It was like an ice-blue snake, grabbing him gently.

At this moment, I felt as if a Disney princess had appeared. The boy with white hair and blue eyes came skating across the ice bridge. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Su Ming'an, who was only a few meters above the ground.

The young man's body leaned forward, bent like a fully-stretched bow. There were still tears on his face, and his eyes were like mist.

"I'm sorry." The young man whispered:

"When I think of him dying alone in the third dimension... I feel so sad that I almost suffocate. I simply cannot accept this truth."

"He's obviously... just a little bit close to seeing the two-dimensional world he created with his own hands... He's just a little bit close to being able to enter the spring he longs for most. He's just a little bit close... I have to come and save him. You, only you, only you look like you...you can scold me however you want..."

Su Mingan stared at the young man in front of him.

"Beili..."

The boy's index finger was placed in front of his lips, and the light in his eyes was about to fall desperately——

"please."

"Call me 'Xiao Bei'."

The helicopter in the sky noticed the movement here and came closer. And Beiliseer still looked at Su Mingan, his eyes full of prayer.

"..." Su Mingan sighed: "Xiao Bei."

Beilisel seemed to smile.

Su Mingan couldn't see, his vision was black.

He heard the boy's extremely soft call, like a gust of wind blowing by his ears:

"Asa."

Su Mingan seemed to have something stuck in his throat.

Regardless of life or death, she came to save him just to hear a familiar "Xiao Bei".

With the emotional resonance of Akto and Beiliseer at the same time, it is impossible for Su Mingan not to have any feelings for these two people. Hearing Beilisel call him Asa, he felt Akto's sadness and Beilisel's extreme loneliness.

It was as if at this moment, he was suddenly cut in half, half belonging to a non-existent soul, and half belonging to the person begging him in front of him.

People who have been caught in the rain always want to hold an umbrella for others. Even if it rains heavily, if no one else gets wet except him, he will succeed. Beilisel's expression at this time was as if he was serving a god who had died in the rainstorm. Sad to the extreme, but pious to the extreme.

"Asa, I'll take you to find medicine."

Beilisel jumped off the ice bridge and ran into the building again. Su Mingan looked back at the helicopter, which was still far away, and rushed in with Beiliseer.

In the hall on the first floor, there were many people sleeping, with peaceful expressions on their faces, as if they had succumbed to a long-lasting resonance. Beilisel passed by these people, pushed open the door to the stairwell, and walked in.

"sorry."

North Lisser said from the front.

This apology was not meant for Su Ming'an.

What he suffered from was the futility of his half-life persistence, the betrayal of Asa's oath, and the abandonment of countless years of staying behind. He was remembering his own cowardice and naivety, ideals and hopes... He was half asleep and half awake in his own lies. , also struggling silently under the oppression of gods.

He walked in front of Su Ming'an, not as if he was in a dangerous building, but as if he was walking on the most ordinary street, letting his snow-white hair flutter in the air behind his head, Su Ming'an followed behind him, looking at the The fluttering robe slowly rose up.