MTL - First Player-Chapter 773 Seven hundred and seventy-two

  Chapter 773 Chapter seven hundred and seventy-two · "Su Mingan, give up."

   Standing on the standpoint of God, he has nothing wrong.

For the sake of the continuation of one's own civilization, it is completely justified to deprive another civilization of the continuation. In the view of the ruined world, the **** is a heinous invader, but in the god's own civilization, he is the general who will save the building. The pouring savior.

  He's arsenic, my honey, war is like this.

   "Su Mingan, this world is like a box inside another box. Even if we escape from this box... we are still in other boxes." The **** looked at Su Mingan:

  “There are infinite people chasing the dawn, but limited people becoming the dawn. Fortunately, we are the latter, and we have become the ‘dawn’ itself in people’s eyes.”

   "I actually value you very much. You are so similar to me, it is like the other side in the mirror. You are far younger than me. I believe that as long as time is long enough, you can be better than me."

   "I am very interested in you. Your past and your ideals all make me curious, just like pursuing the unsolved mysteries of human beings in the world of scientific research."

   "I hope you stay by my side. If you are willing to stay, I can let these players go. They can continue to walk."

  The god's words were slow and long, and Su Mingan gradually walked up the steps, only three steps away from the **** in the wheelchair. They are bathed in the light together, like wearing two bright neon clothes.

  The torrential rain beat violently on the floor-to-ceiling glass behind the gods, like the Milky Way overflowing in the sky, playing an exciting movement, and it was confusing.

   Some players have shown eagerness. They lie on the ground and make a "whoop" sound in the pool of water—they don't want to become blank players whose points have been emptied. Since the defeat cannot be changed, it is better to let Su Mingan...

   "Are you persuading me to become an observer, stay in this copy forever, and be your dog?" Su Mingan said.

   "'If you don't want to be a dog, how to save people'. Don't you understand this truth? Su Ming'an, why don't you be like me, the position of the person in power is not easy to sit in?" said the god.

  Su Mingan's eyes trembled slightly.

  God knows more than he thinks.

  He took another step forward and finally climbed to the same level as the gods. The surrounding robots showed mocking expressions—the supreme leader of the ruined world finally chose to surrender.

  The thick scarlet hose dragged behind Su Mingan, rumbling all the way, and he walked right in front of the god, and the two were very close.

   "You finally chose to stay?" the **** asked.

   "I have one last question I want to ask you." Su Mingan said.

"you say."

   "Are you Asa Actor?" Su Mingan asked.

   Facing Su Mingan's question, the **** curled his lips, but didn't smile again. He looked at Su Mingan calmly, without saying a word.

  The hall fell into a brief silence, and there seemed to be an invisible barrier between the stage and the audience. Some players lowered their heads, silently complaining that there was no Su Mingan who could save them.

"—I have already said that the human beings in the ruined world are used to fighting among themselves, have no cohesion, and like to target their own heroes." In the audience, the large robot pointed at Su Ming'an and laughed: "Isn't this still a surrender? What is the last one?" The problem is to give yourself the last dignity..."

  The other robots laughed loudly. Some of them were immersed in the joy of victory in the war, some were still thinking about how to pick up their children, and some were looking around curiously. Without exception, their laughter is full of joy and joy.

  Among the mocking laughter, Su Mingan's eyelashes trembled.

  Behind him there are faint waves of light flickering, like jellyfish floating one by one.

  The next moment.

   "Boom—!"

   There was a violent explosion, which exploded like a thunderbolt.

  The laughter stopped abruptly in an instant, and the robots took a step back one after another, looking in horror at the stage that was suddenly covered by light. It was as if a rain of light was falling on the stage, and two scorching shadows could be vaguely seen swaying and tearing apart in the rain of light!

  The aggregated floating cannons lit up in the air, like a magic hammer falling from the heaven, striking with such force as to shake the earth.

  Purple-level weapon floating cannon, if you don't move, you will be dead, and if you move, you will be shocked.

   "Crackling—!"

  The ground was sunken, heavy rain poured in, and the sound of cracking filled the hall.

  The scene suddenly turned from extremely quiet to extremely dynamic. The robots hid and hid. They never expected that Su Ming'an would suddenly attack the gods! Still such a big movement!

   "Shua!"

  The shadow on the stage flashed past, it was a **** covered with a layer of defense.

  He sat securely on the stage, motionless under the stormy floating cannon attack, even his clothes were still smooth.

   "It's useless." The god's expression was calm, and he had expected that Su Mingan approached him to deliberately strike the final blow. Now he has the most sophisticated technology in the ruined world, and it is impossible to be killed if he is fully prepared.

  They are all the same type of people, how could they abandon their ideals just because of a few words.

   "Su Ming'an, give up." But the **** still wanted to persuade.

  He is too lonely, since he was solidified on the statue, no one around him can understand him. But when I met Su Mingan, he seemed to be looking in a mirror. If there was someone who could understand all his actions, he might not be so deeply driven by guilt and confusion...

  But if Su Mingan chooses to agree to him, this mirror will be shattered.

   "Su Ming'an..." the **** said.

  Su Mingan glanced at the unscathed god, then turned around suddenly.

   The floating cannon behind him was like a scythe mowing the grass, sweeping in the other direction!

   At this moment, the **** finally changed his face.

   "Ahhhhh!" The robot who was still laughing just now never expected that the muzzle of the floating cannon would charge towards them. One by one screamed in horror.

   "Help!"

"don't want!"

   "Run! Help! Lord God, save us!"

   One by one, they were like dogs running in a pool of water. They were bombarded by energy waves and were torn apart. As long as it is stained a little by that blazing white light, it cannot escape the fate of shattering!

  If the machine is broken, their consciousness will also disappear completely!

   "Stop! Su Ming'an! Stop!" The gods never expected that Su Ming'an would dare to do this—you must know that besides the robots, there are so many sleeping soldiers from the ruined world! Su Mingan's bombardment is equivalent to blasting thousands of his own people in. How dare he...

However.

   "唰唰唰—"

  At this moment, fine, overlapping silk threads covered every human body in the ruined world, covering them. The blond-haired boy opened his eyes, which were all sparkling. His ten fingers draped these complicated silk threads, blocking the explosions that would cover the human beings in the ruined world.

  His blue eyes were full of ridicule towards the gods. Noel, who once plotted against the gods as a human being, was not afraid of the current situation at all.

  Because of the skill of [Puppet Silk], Noel never worries about losing himself—whether he becomes red-eyed by the invasion of the gods or falls into emotional resonance, he can control himself to escape. Today is no exception.

  Su Mingan was responsible for blasting these unscrupulous intruders to death, and he was responsible for protecting his own humans from the aftermath. One offense and one defense, the cooperation between the two can be formed perfectly without words.

   "Stop!"

  The **** raised his hand, and in an instant, Su Mingan felt a weight in his body, and extremely strong emotions rushed in from the scarlet hose behind him.

  The originally motionless scarlet hose was reactivated, rushing towards him like crazy, trying to drag him into the emotional resonance again and stop his killing.

  Su Mingan forcibly resisted these negative emotions pouring into his brain, and repeatedly slashed with the Arman sword in his hand, as if struggling in a raging fire.

He doesn't understand the so-called program freedom, and he doesn't want to explore the philosophy between humans and bionics, or whether AI's feelings are generated by so-called free will, or are they shaped by emotional modules—he only knows that what he is facing is a world of ruins. The long-awaited invaders.

  He self-destructed, beheading these robots frantically, the physiological tears on his face could not be suppressed at all, he slashed wildly while crying, blood and tears intertwined, as if Actor's anger was one with him.

   "Stop!"

   "Stop, don't attack them! Don't try to kill my companions!"

  The anger of the gods overflowed the words, and amidst the resonance of the hose again and again, Su Mingan's wrist trembled, and he was so shocked that he spat out a mouthful of blood.

  The ice-white hall has been dyed in various colors. Iron-gray metal wreckage is lying on the ground, and blue blood full of paint smell is floating in the water.

  Su Mingan turned his head and glanced at the angry god. This was the first time he saw the **** so out of control, like an angry lion.

  …Yeah, they are the same people.

  Only have affection for one's own civilization, only deeply love one's own homeland, and only be sentimentally attached to one's own companions. As for the rest, it has nothing to do with them.

  They are all too tired and burned themselves to ashes, how to ignite the ashes? There is only a barrenness left in the bottom of my heart, only the will to keep the majority of people alive, and I have no spare energy to care about the fate of other civilizations.

  —If there is no real way out, who would want to become a "god" who bears the lives and sins of hundreds of millions of people?

   "Stop! Stop!"

  Looking at the **** who lost his mind, Su Mingan finally seized the opportunity. The floating cannons behind him suddenly converged, and fired a final blow in the direction of the god—

   There was a loud bang.

   "Boom!"

  The high platform was torn apart, and all the scenes melted into brilliant white light, covering the figure of the god. Su Mingan didn't wait for the artillery fire to end, and immediately turned and ran outside.

  He needs to contact Team Mu immediately, this is the only breaking point.

  Since the appearance of the gods, Team Mu has no voice, so he must stay away from the gods.

  But he definitely can't run away rashly, he will be caught. He dared to escape only if he got the **** into such trouble.

   "Da, da, da, da."

  Treading over the water pool, stepping over the shattered metal wreckage, passing by the soldiers and players who looked at him drowsily.

  The way they looked at him was mixed with doubt, puzzlement, anger, and sadness.

   They seem to be silently questioning—

  Why are you running away?

  Why can you escape?

   "Boom!"

  Su Mingan's expression remained unchanged, and he rushed into a long corridor that was about to collapse. He didn't know where the corridor led, so he could only run outside.

"Da da da."

  The winding and deep corridor, you can't see the end clearly, you can only see a piece of darkness and a few puddles of water reflecting light on the ground. He ran hard in the corridor, with heavy steps, dragging the hundreds of hoses that gnawed at his back.

   Thirty seconds later, he quickly felt out of breath. Those hoses made a screeching sound and squeezed towards him. It should be that the gods got rid of the artillery fire and gave an order to attack him.

   "Team Mu! Team Mu!" He called, but Team Mu still didn't respond.

  The hose became tighter and tighter, as if a crimson monster devoured him. Negative emotions of loneliness and despair rushed into his brain, like sinking into the deep sea with his legs tied. There is only a long corridor like a black hole left in front of my eyes.

  In an instant, he had the urge to revert back to death. But if he does it all over again, there is a high probability that he will be completely destroyed in the new emotional resonance.

  Some things, even death cannot escape.

  At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps in the slope.

   "!"

  Su Mingan raised his vigilance and immediately backed away in the opposite direction. His five senses had long been lost, and the scene reflected in his retina was extremely hazy.

  In the dark, he couldn't see who the other party was, but the other party must be an enemy, and it was impossible for him to have a companion here.

  He never expected that someone would come to save him who was on the verge of extinction.

  The light of the wristwatch lights up, illuminating the outlines of vintage portraits on the walls of the corridor, and the scarlet wallpaper embroidered with golden heraldry. It also illuminated a strand of white hair floating on the other side.

"you…"

  Before Su Mingan could speak, the man approached quickly, and suddenly stretched out his hand, desperately pushing aside those blood-sucking insect-like hoses, allowing Su Mingan to barely breathe. Immediately afterwards, he hugged Su Mingan who was bound by a hose, and ran forward desperately, as if trying to fish Su Mingan out of the dark deep sea.

   "Boom-boom!"

   It was as if a beating hot heart was forcibly pulled out of the chest cavity, and dozens of hoses were torn to pieces like blood vessels flowing with blood.

  The man hugged and pulled Su Mingan, letting the white hair flutter in the air behind his head.

  His coat fluttered, and a refreshing cedar fragrance slowly dissipated in the air.

  (end of this chapter)