MTL - First Player-Chapter 762 seven hundred and sixty one

   "—I can't take it anymore! These robots are really like mad dogs!"

   "Can't retreat! Protect the church! If Su Mingan dies, we can't resist Tavi at all, and Kaiusta will be finished!"

  Under the thick dark clouds, the city-state fell like a deep sea, and thunder flashed among the clouds, illuminating the blood rain on people's faces.

  The church standing in the dark is full of wreckage of robots, the broken bodies of soldiers are floating around, and the blood pools into pools of blood. Players guarded the church hard, repelling wave after wave of robotic assaults.

   This is the first time since the beginning of the ninth world that players are so united - they have a commander they must protect.

   "Xiao Qi! Learn the old man's movements!"

  In the crowd, a white-haired old Taoist turned his palm out, his waist was the axis, and he actually made a path in the firelight.

   I saw his palm fluttering, which seemed to cause an invisible storm. The incoming bullet seemed to meet the air vortex and bounced back with his movements. His apprentice Zhang Xiaoqi has learned and behaved well, and they cooperated to protect many other players who were too late to dodge.

   This is a major branch of the player’s melee profession—【Qi Gong Master】. The profession’s signature skill, 【Rotation Strength】, can suppress most physical damage.

   Not all players have unique hidden occupations, in fact, most players have overlapping occupations. Someone in the World Forum has sorted out the occupation system, which is roughly divided into five major categories—melee occupation, far attack occupation, **** occupation, summoning occupation, and halo occupation.

  According to rough statistics, more than 100,000 players have acquired the profession of "Lancer" alone, and their professional skills are almost identical.

  According to rough statistics, the occupation with the largest number of players is "Flame Mage", and the total number of players holding this occupation exceeds 500,000. In this way, Aini is so obsessed with "the mystery of fire" that he is justifiable. After all, he is the strongest of the half a million fire methods.

   "Moonlight Blessing!"

   Among the players, a woman dressed like the Moon God of Xiguo raised her hand high and put a defensive cover on the people.

   "Come on! Kobayashi!"

  The young man wearing a peaked cap shouted, his cat-shaped octopus summoned beast tore apart the body of the mechanical army.

   "Om!"

  Angel player Windsor gave birth to a pair of wings behind, and rainbow-like light of various colors enveloped people.

Higurashi, who is slashing with black knives, Fang Yuan, who uses an electromagnetic stand, An Island Funko, a healing player, and a ball of violence, which is close-hand combat. These colorful light waves, energy, and flames cooperate with each other, like It was a huge light rain.

  The church glowed with warm yellow light, but people were not in a good mood. They could vaguely see the blood-red eyes in the sky, as if they were getting closer.

That kind of...like the eyes of a human looking down at an ant, the look of a high-dimensional creature looking down on a low-dimensional creature, the look of a butcher looking at the livestock to be slaughtered...this kind of "overlook" "The angle of view makes the scalp feel numb, as if looking at him, you can feel the trembling of the soul, and hear the small bewitching whispers...

  Even if they hugged tightly, it was just an ant rolling through a fireball. As the ants on the outside continued to burn to death, the ants on the inside gradually shivered.

   "Are we...which route is wrong? Is there something wrong with this copy!

  Some people feel panic, the **** pollution brought by [Hewei] can easily make people mess up.

   "Everyone, don't look at those eyes in the sky!" someone shouted.

   "It appears, does it mean that [Hewei] has finally broken through the firewall and can intervene in this world? Then humans can't live at all!"

   Not everyone is calm. After the initial enthusiasm for star chasing faded, some people started to create chaos, and once the chaos appeared in the crowd, it spread like an infectious disease.

"calm down!"

   Player Angelica went down with a staff, and the green vines spread, stopping the noisy players.

   "Boom!"

   At this moment, there was a loud noise in the distance.

  A giant mountain-like body appeared at the end of the street, looking down at them coldly and silently.

   Angelica knew that giant mountain - it was

  The Great Killer of the City of God during the Battle of Dawn, a heavy robot with a combat power of more than 3,000 points.

  "." Her pupils began to tremble.

   After the heavy robot, he approached with a large wave of mechanical troops, and many people's mana values ​​had bottomed out.

   But there is no way for people to escape, and all the way back is the army of black crows.

   If you look down from the sky, you can see that the church has been filled with countless black rivers. Because the soldiers lost their means of contact, the church is like an isolated island.

   "Who can find a way out..." A girl with a ponytail trembled as she watched this scene.

   "Even if Su Mingan wakes up, it's not enough. His condition must be extremely poor..."

   "Heavy robots have more than 3,000 combat power. Does anyone have a large group attack method? Now this is the most effective!" Qiuqiu called out loudly.

   No one responded to her, and panic ran through the crowd.

  Between the heavy rain, the strong wind swept up a black storm mixed with metal fragments, engulfing the streets, houses, and streetlights in their eyes. The scarlet eyes in the sky also seemed to have a mocking smile.

Small.

  For a while, players only had this concept left in their minds - insignificance.

   They once thought that as long as they gathered together as a group of the fourth natural disaster, it would be enough to suppress all chaos. They didn't expect the chaos to be themselves.

   "Cough...cough cough!"

  Hitsuki slashed with one knife, and even his face was covered with traces of smoky fire.

   He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his arm was numb with the knife, which reminded him of the Kraken siege in Praia.

   Just then—he heard a crisp "click". His eyes moved slightly.

   A touch of warm yellow brilliance suddenly spilled out and fell on the players' feet, thighs, backs, and shoulders, and finally went up smoothly and sprinkled on their hair.

   The door of the church was pushed open.

  The warm yellow light in the hall spilled out through the gap, and at the entrance of the church, the black-haired youth pushed open the long-closed door. In the light, the sapphire on his shoulders shone slightly, the cloak behind him was as bright red as blood, and the shadow under his feet was drawn very long by the light.

  The players were silent for a moment.

  The crowd was like the stop button was pressed. Only the sound of "da, da, da" footsteps remained.

   "Su Ming'an!!"

   Suddenly, a girl with a ponytail shouted out first, her face flushed red.

   "Su Ming'an!"

   "Su Ming'an!"

  Behind her, like a wave, one after another call sounded one after another, followed by a collection of thousands of voices, and people called the name one after another. Mixed with all positive emotions such as joy, expectation, excitement, etc., it seems to be shouting some holy sound in unison.

   Higuchi suddenly had a bad feeling.

  These people...just like a group of fanatical believers who saw their "gods" come out of the church.

  Su Ming'an's expression did not change. He walked straight towards the heavy robot. The players immediately stopped the confusion and spontaneously made a way for him.

  Like Moses dividing the sea, Su Mingan stepped over this long line and walked to the front of the crowd, everyone looked at him excitedly.

   "Su Ming'an, I love you!!" Many people exclaimed excitedly.

   "I'm on TV! Yay! It was a great night, even though we never met."

   "Su Ming'an! Wife! Wife! What!"

  Su Ming'an ignored these noisy voices.

   Facing the approaching heavy robot, he raised his head.

  The players looked at him expectantly. They thought that Su Mingan should start the trial next, and then the space shook. This is the practice of "the first player Su Ming'an", they have long been familiar with it.

   But even though the heavy robot was very close, Su Mingan showed no sign of raising his hand to let go of the trial.

   He just took a few steps closer and said a few syllables:

   "Chey, Hasay, Bu."

   for a moment.

  The heavy weapon that was approaching like a giant mountain—stopped.

   is like being pressed the sleep button, its eyes are red representing energy

   went out instantly, and the whole big iron body stopped in place. The players never imagined that Su Mingan actually knew how to shut down these heavy robots.

   "Is this the advantage of Asa Akto's innate identity? You don't even need to type to know the password to turn off the robot." Someone said sourly.

   "He is the first player after all."

   "Envy..." Someone sighed. Su Ming'an still ignored them.

   At this moment, Noel, Yamadachoichi and others chased out of the church and anxiously called his name.

  Su Ming'an did not look back.

   His figure flashed and he quickly stepped into the dark rain.

   There was almost nothing in those dark gray eyes.

  ･･･

   Between rainstorms.

   On the other side of the city-state, a young man with white hair sat on a bench, looking at the rolling night sky.

   He was soaked through the rain, and even the bandage on his lower abdomen oozes blood, and the whole figure is like a pale oil painting. Only a bright red butterfly rested on his frostbitten fingertips.

   The passers-by who escaped saw him and hurried away, for fear of encountering a mental illness.

   "Why does that person look like Lin Guang..."

   "No way, it's been more than 20 years."

  The rain fell on the ginkgo leaves, fell on the shoulders of the white-haired youth, and slid down the cold wind, like the sudden warm colors in a stack of oil paintings. He was motionless, like a pale stone statue.

   Just then, an umbrella hit him on the head.

  He looked up and saw a little girl standing on tiptoe to hold an umbrella for him. The girl should be a resident of the inner city. She wears a padded jacket and her cheeks are flushed.

   "Little brother, who are you? Why are you sitting here alone?" The girl's big eyes blinked.

   "Go away." Lin Guang scolded.

   The girl said a little aggrieved: "But if you are in the rain alone, you will get sick. I heard that there is a war in the city, and it is very dangerous here."

   She felt that the thin young man in front of her did not look like a soldier, his face was too bad, like an ordinary person.

  Ling Guang didn't speak, just stared at the girl, his eyes rolled with uncontrollable cumulus clouds and killing intent.

   "Are you going home with me?" The girl said: "There is no one in my house now, my mother is gone, and my father is gone, but I have a lot of medicine at home, and I can cure you.

  Linguang felt impatient. He wanted to knock over the umbrella in the girl's hand, but he bumped into the backpack beside him. In an instant, the scattered sheet music and paint scattered on the ground. He immediately went to pick it up, but luckily he picked it up before it got wet.

"You like painting? I like it too!" The girl suddenly smiled when she saw this: "I have a batch of paints at home, can you paint for me? My parents have never made friends with me, and now they are gone on the battlefield. , I want to make a friend!"

  Lingguang's complexion finally changed - he went all the way, it was difficult to find paint, and people only had bread and water in their hands.

   "Take me there," he said.

   "Okay! I'll take you there!" The girl jumped forward, she finally made new friends today.

   They went all the way around the fighting area and came to a small civilian house. The girl asked him to wait at the door. She went to get paint and slippers, and Lin Guang Yiyan waited at the door.

  According to the girl, she has the last batch of paints in the city-state. If her mother used to like to paint, she would not even have this last batch of paints.

  Lingguang began to conceive, he really wanted to reproduce the paintings he painted before, if he had paints...

   A warm smile appeared on his face.

   "Little brother! I found the paint! I'll look for slippers later..." A girl's voice came from inside the house.

  Lin Guang nodded, and suddenly heard a thick male voice from behind:

   "—Yes! That's him! I saw him on a park bench before! That's Lin Guang!"

   "Kill him! Kill him! If we kill him, Su Mingan must be very happy!"

   for a moment.

  The artillery fire fell on top of his head, bursting violently, and the flames spewed out!

  Linguang immediately stretched out his hand to block the firelight around him, but saw the residential building in front of him crumbled apart in the firelight.

  Three seconds later, he rushed into the residential room, only to see a charred calf hanging between the burning umbrella cloth. The light in the girl's eyes faded, and her face was full of confusion.

   "Little Brother"

   Blood gushed from her mouth:

"why······"

   "I just...want a...friend."

   Before she could finish speaking, she died.

  Linguang stared blankly at this scene. He saw on the ground that the last batch of paint was also destroyed in the fire.

   There won't even be a chance to reproduce. He never painted again.

  “.”

   He turned his head slowly and looked at a team of heavily armed players.

   "We seem to have killed a n-girl?" A player scratched his head.

   "What does it matter, it's just a n! Lin Guang is not dead yet, kill him!" Another player who claimed to be a good player activated his skills again.

  Ling Guang stood there, a lot of blood oozing from his lower abdomen, and his eyes became blank.

   When reaching out and summoning a large amount of source light to counterattack.

  There was nothing in his pupils either.