Empty Valley

The floating island was staggered in height. If forced into layers, the upper city would comprise approximately sixty floors. To combat the ghouls, a varying number of players were assigned to each floor. The two major guilds combined deployed 100,000 players each night.

Today is the God's birthday. In order to ensure the normal progress of tomorrow's God Competition, the Duozhu Guild voluntarily dispatched an additional 50,000 people, greatly reducing the defense pressure.

Above the rainbow in the empty valley, White Dove, without having to make any moves, felt a long-lost sense of peace. But his heart didn't relax; instead, it grew heavier.

The white dove lowered its eyes and looked towards Hongwan Bay.

It was empty there, as the goddess Duozhu had gone to attend the birthday celebration of the goddess.

Tomorrow is the competition of gods.

Ou Yusi told him not to stand guard today and to rest early to prepare for tomorrow's game. But the white pigeon still came.

He couldn't catch up with her to the celebration, only the rainbow in the valley still lingered with her scent.

Whenever he saw Hongwan, he could imagine her figure, either drawing a bow and arrow, or frowning in deep thought, her long hair and skirt drooping.

People have seen the cold and arrogant goddess, the indifferent and detached goddess, and the heroic goddess.

Only he had seen the goddess in both joy and sorrow.

She couldn't leave the cage woven by the false divine light, and so he couldn't leave either.

Someone is watching him.

The white dove quickly noticed the gaze and looked back, and found a figure on the roof of a tall building in the distant temple.

The other party is waving.

He thought about it, then his body turned into a flock of pigeons and flew over.

As the pigeons circled the rooftop, he spotted a patch of small, glowing white flowers. As a super-god, the white pigeon immediately recognized them as the rootless flower used to make stamina potions.

The white dove did not return to its human form, but remained in the air in the form of a dove.

The building next door is red flame cotton, the one further back is raw thunder wood, and the last one is pitch black with only a faint fluorescent light. It should be the place where ouroboros are raised.

The person below laughed and said, "You want potions too? Don't look for them. There are only raw materials here, no pharmacy."

The white dove landed in front of him, keeping alert: "What did you say to Mia?"

He saw with his own eyes that the "messenger of God" called Mia to the temple, which was also in this place.

Paopao was just worrying about how to start the conversation, but when he heard this, his eyes lit up.

After all, he was young, and it would be inappropriate for him to talk to a stranger about the person he liked, no matter how many things he had prepared.

"You really like Mia. The boss told me that Mia likes you too." Paopao pretended to be familiar. "Dude, it's a mutual crush. Congratulations."

Bai Ge immediately understood that the other party wanted to take advantage of his and Mia's relationship to do something.

He said with a cold face: "Boss? Isn't he the 'God's Messenger'?"

Did the other party let the cat out of the bag?

Paopao didn't take it seriously and gestured downstairs: "I asked you to come here, I didn't mean to pretend. And you already guessed we were Yong'an Farm, why bother with this?"

Only then did Bai Ge realize that he had been distracted by the ingredients of the potion and had missed the scene in the temple.

The guild leader had speculated last night that the Duozhu Guild was interested in Yong'an Farm because of the potion. Therefore, he assigned him the task of observing the farm's potion source and seizing it if he found an opportunity.

Bai Ge didn't take any action. He had already received a scolding during the day. So when he found the raw materials for the medicine, he was inevitably distracted and didn't observe Yong'an Farm properly.

Perhaps there were too many people worshipping the statue during the day, which gave the white pigeon a preconceived impression.

I thought that in the daytime, the crowds in the temple were silent and solemn. At night, when no one was around, it would be even quieter.

Unexpectedly, once the door was closed, the temple at night was filled with the atmosphere of the city.

The divine servants, dressed in white robes, came out and strolled through the sparse yet bustling streets. The buildings on both sides of the streets were all lit up with neon lights, their doors open, and the heat and aroma of food intertwined and filled the air.

Some of the priests rolled up their sleeves and were preparing food or inviting others to take their seats.

Some gathered in groups of three or five, gathered around the table, drinking wine and serving tea, chatting happily.

This... is Yong'an Farm?

The Yong'an mission that caused bloodshed among the three major camps?

Paopao sighed at the right moment: "I've never seen this kind of life offline."

The white dove looked at him in confusion.

Paopao laughed and said, "I don't know what it's like in your hometown, but in the city where I live, the night market disappeared several years ago. People who work or go to school all go home as soon as it gets dark. They always feel unsafe outside."

Seeing that Baige didn't say anything, Paopao said "Oh" and lit up the ID above his head.

He held out his hand. “I don’t know if you’ve seen him on the forums. Paopao, the only player on Yong’an Farm.”

Bai Ge didn't shake hands with him, but Paopao's identity as a player obviously eased his tense nerves.

"China is the country with the best public security." Somehow, he continued the previous topic.

Paopao remained noncommittal and continued, "Yong'an Farm is the safest place in Soul Society. If I invite you and Mia to live on the farm, would you accept?"

"Do you think I don't know Yong'an's situation? The news about the fifth dungeon and the fifth camp were all smokescreens you fabricated, right? Fifty kilometers away in the hollow valley, the combined forces of the five major guilds are eyeing you covetously. Are you trying to win me over now to gain more combat power?"

"Dude, you really think too much."

Paopao looked helpless and gestured below, "Did you see her? NPC, my girlfriend."

He turned his face and lowered it slightly, his expression shrouded in a faint shadow.

Bai Ge observed Heng Bobao and found him lively and smart, indeed a lovable NPC.

Paopao's words carry a strong sense of guidance.

Bai Ge couldn't believe it: "You offended so many guilds just for her?"

Paopao didn't say yes, nor did he say no. He was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and laughed.

"She stood there, I stood here, and I felt very lonely. Just like when I saw you standing on the Rainbow of the Empty Valley, looking at the empty Rainbow Bay, you felt very lonely too.

"I don't know if we'll ever have a conclusion, but... since the road ahead isn't completely cut off, I can only go to the end."

-

Even though the Valley mobilized 100,000 players every night to combat the Ghoul invasion, that was only a peripheral issue. Inside the Floating Island, everything was very quiet.

An Rou saw quite a few people along the way, from the floating city to the lowest floating island, No. 339, in the upper city. After the sunset curfew, the NPCs hid in their homes, looking out through the windows.

If they weren't so thin, An Rou could even put herself in their shoes, and on a quiet night, through the colorful glass, admire the skills of the players in the distance as if they were fireworks.

Every time you change the color of the glass, you can see different and gorgeous fireworks.

This kind of tranquility makes people particularly want to talk.

However, the people around him are cold as ice and keep him at a distance.

An Rou tried to speak many times, but was stopped by Mia's aura of "keep away from strangers".

When it comes to emotions, Mia has frozen the white dove in her heart. When it comes to sympathy and pity, Mia has already accepted the sacrifices of everyone in the valley.

An Rou could easily see that she wasn't cold-blooded. Perhaps it was this tacit understanding that made her feel that her sacrifice was the first of all others.

This is the instinct to relieve guilt.

After walking down the last stone step, An Rou stepped onto floating island No. 339 for the second time in one day.

After tonight, the God Competition would begin, and she would rarely get another chance to be alone with Mia. The God's Birthday Celebration was held in the center of the floating island, about a half-hour drive from here, so she couldn't delay any longer.

An Rou was ready to force the topic open.

However, a series of dull knocking sounds caught her attention.

Not far away, several Duozhu players were carrying a heavy iron box. In front of them and behind them, there were also people carrying iron boxes.

The knocking sound came from the iron box, followed by the ghoul's angry roar.

An Rou turned on tiptoe and walked over.

"Where are you going?" Mia stepped over to her side. "The celebration is at the center of the floating island."

An Rou looked at the iron box. The Duozhu players didn't walk too far before they stopped and put the iron box on the ground.

Only then did she realize that the island was surrounded by black boxes of all sizes, extending like a flood control embankment beyond her sight.

However, the flood control embankment is for saving lives, but these boxes surrounding the floating island are deadly.

Since there was no one else around, An Rou simply stopped pretending and asked directly, "What about these ghouls deployed to the competition field?"

Mia naturally wouldn't answer since she knew the answer.

An Rou: "The celebration hasn't started yet, can I go and see it?"

The reason for asking for opinions is, firstly, that we do not want to conflict with the wrong person at the wrong time, and secondly, to give due respect to this third-ranked super god.

If Mia developed the bad temper of an ordinary high-level player, Zhang Da, who was brought by An Rou, would not be able to stop her.

Mia looked at her and didn't agree.

This was the first time An Rou raised her favorability rating, and she wasn't too surprised, but her feelings towards An Rou became noticeably more complicated.

The owner of Yong'an Farm is actually an NPC.

An NPC whose words, actions, and conversations give people the same feeling as a real person.

No matter how realistic the NPCs in holographic games are, they cannot erase this difference. Mia subconsciously feels that this is the difference between whether a person has a soul or not.

An Rou has a soul and is the spokesperson for those sacrificed NPCs.

Mia stepped aside, still saying nothing.

An Rou walked towards the metal box.

The players in front put down their boxes and left, as they were rushing to attend the celebration. The players behind them came over with their boxes, and when they saw the goddess and the messenger, they saluted respectfully.

Seeing An Rou about to touch the iron box, a player quickly warned: "Be careful, messenger, there is a devil inside."

Then his companions pulled his clothes and said, "Are the messengers of God afraid of the devil? Is the Lord God afraid of the devil? Don't talk nonsense."

The player reacted, bowed apologetically, and left with his companions.

An Rou's fingertips fell on the metal box.

The surface is rough and has a distinct grainy feel. When pressed hard, the iron sheet does not budge at all, indicating that the material is very solid.

This metal box is similar to the cage where the joint team imprisoned Meng Ziyu.

The only difference was that the cage was completely sealed, enough to starve Meng Ziyou of oxygen. The iron box, on the other hand, had several vertical holes spaced far apart, which neither affected the box's stability nor prevented the ghoul from getting oxygen.

Konggu didn't want to weaken the ghoul's strength.

An Rou's eyes moved closer to the small hole.

Mia saw it and subconsciously flew over, but on the way she remembered that the farm owner was not afraid of ghouls at all.

Hidden in the "temple" of the floating city is a top-level ghoul that devoured the souls of countless high-level players.

With a bang, the ghoul, attracted by the scent of souls, crashed into the door. Through the tiny hole, An Rou successfully saw its wide-open eyes and connected with its consciousness.

She looked through the ghoul's vision and saw the light screen pop up in front of Mia.

It is the task details.

An Rou immediately captured the ghoul's level: [S (highest)].

This is the level of Zhang Da.

She became alert, still staring at Mia's face through the ghoul's eyes.

The other party seemed to be used to it, and did not look at Zhang Da, but put away the screen.

An Rou secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Since it was a play, of course it had to be realistic. After the farm was established, she ordered all the ghoul employees to hide in the belly of the rich man. This was to avoid accidental exposure and to prevent Jie Xin from lurking in the dark and harming her employees.

Only Zhang Da and Meng Ziyou were allowed to go out, but they also needed to rely on Bao Fu to travel. If they were inside the farm, Bao Fu would directly open a rift and take them to their destination.

Therefore, neither Yintian nor Mia have found any ghouls on the farm so far.

Taking Zhang Da along this time was a decision An Rou made after careful consideration.

The competition venue was chosen in the territory of the Xiangyang Guild, the result was predetermined, but the person who announced the result was her.

The Xiangyang Guild must be holding a grudge, and the best time to act, whether it's revenge or sabotage, is tonight before the game begins.

Because of the God's Birthday celebration, she had to be separated from the farm tonight. There was a pharmacy on the farm, so An Rou focused on defending the farm and only brought Zhang Da with her.

After all, the God's Birthday Celebration is an event of the Duozhu Guild. With Yin Tian around, she shouldn't have to worry too much about her safety.

Back to the present, Mia had never seen a ghoul on the farm, so she didn't immediately suspect Zhang Da. Now that she saw the mission details, she still had no doubts.

There is only one reason: the highest level of ghouls raised by the two major guilds has reached S.

I don’t know whether it’s good news or bad news.

An Rou simply thought that among the twenty thousand people participating in the God Competition, there were a large number of mid- and low-level players. Asking them to deal with an S-rank ghoul was like sending them to their deaths.

No wonder Mia said that it wasn't just the NPCs who were sacrificed.

From Mia's perspective, this comparison is unbiased. Sending an NPC to execution is equivalent to disqualifying a player from the game, a virtual response to a virtual one.

In this process, what is destroyed is only the kindness of the bystanders, and what is encouraged is the evil intentions of the manipulators.

An Rou took a step forward and walked towards the second metal box.

Then came the third, the fourth...

Time passed by, and the celebration was about to begin. Mia finally couldn't help but ask: "What are you doing?"

"Ghouls are also the Lord's people. I am praying for them."

After saying this, An Rou activated the goose feather boots and her speed suddenly increased.

She discovered that through the consciousness of some ghouls, she could capture the consciousness of other ghouls. Among the large number of ghouls, there are many ghoul mothers.

It would take an ordinary person one or two hours to walk around the island, but with the goose feather boots at the maximum speed, it only takes fifteen minutes.

Cold sweat oozed from An Rou's forehead. The mental burden was getting heavier and heavier. She didn't notice at all that Mia, who was following beside her, had an increasingly cold look in her eyes.

They returned to the starting point.

Before Mia could ask, An Rou wiped the sweat off her face and said, "I know about the changes in your country."

She looked serious and earnest: "Mia, political power can be overthrown, and so can theocracy."

Before he could finish his words, an icy arrow shot towards An Rou's throat.

An Rou turned into a puff of white smoke, vanished from the spot, and reappeared behind Mia. Beside her was Zhang Da, who had been silent the entire time.

Mia held the bow in her left hand, quickly glanced at the light screen, and narrowed her eyes: "S-rank ghoul."

An Rou is not as calm as she looks.

She had just said one word when Mia wanted to kill her.

Mia is a goddess of Duozhu, but she is not an unreasonable believer.

Could it be that the other party is not the object of oppression at all, but the exploiting class itself, and the vested interest of the Konggu camp?

Or maybe she didn't misjudge the person, but her previous contact with the ghoul aroused the other party's murderous intent.

Zhang Da might be able to save her once in a sudden confrontation with the top three super gods, but in a real duel, there is no chance of winning. Even the chance of escaping is very small.

"Mia..." An Rou just called out the name and didn't explain further.

When a woman is against another woman, her methods for dealing with men are useless. Moreover, just by looking at the other woman's eyes, An Rou knows that nothing she says will work.

An Rou's eyes went blank, and the nearby metal box began to tremble violently.

Mia didn't look back. The elemental card on her fingertip transformed into a flaming arrow and placed it on the bowstring. Her Sunpecker Bow was a purple weapon with eight skill levels, two for each elemental power.

The fourth skill, the Arrow of Light, can break through all darkness and confusion, leaving ghouls nowhere to hide.

The arrow's inherent attack power is enough to kill the special NPC in front of you.

An Rou's consciousness spread to the extreme. While asking Zhang Da to prepare ghost magic to dodge, she controlled the nearby ghouls to break through the iron box with all their strength.

She suddenly heard a voice.

"Mia!" Yin Tian quickly approached and blocked An Rou's way. "What are you doing? How dare you disrespect the envoy of God?!"

An Rou instantly cut off all connections of consciousness.

The incident happened urgently, and Yintian's attention was all on Mia's attempt to kill Anrou, and he did not notice the strange noise from the metal box.

Mia was obviously not good at speaking, and she directly exposed the lies that Yin Tian maintained.

"She's not a divine messenger at all. She's the owner of Yong'an Farm. President, keeping her here will only bring disaster to the Valley."

Yin Tian was startled and looked around quickly. Seeing that there was no one around, he strode forward and slapped the man in the face.

"I think you are the trouble!

"You think I'm stupid? You think my brain is not as smart as a woman like you?!

"How can you win the Celestial Competition without the potion? Or, after disappointing everyone, do you still expect them to believe that you can help Duozhu retake the Upper City?!"

Mia was too familiar with the arrogant attitude and unreasonable decisions.

So familiar that it doesn't provoke any reaction.

She stared at Yin Tian quietly for a moment, put away her longbow, and turned to leave.

When Yin Tian turned around to look at An Rou, the gloomy expression on his face did not fade. There was no need for hypocrisy and courtesy behind people's backs.

"Since you cooperated in choosing the location, I will save you this time."

He gave a mocking smile, "Farmers, you must cooperate from now on. Otherwise, let alone staying in the Valley, I'm afraid you won't even be able to leave."

Yintian's ridicule and contempt are easy to understand.

No matter how high the level of the Yong'an mission is, he was still chased by the United Legion and had to hide in the valley because he had no way to escape.

No matter how special An Rou is, she still breaks out in a cold sweat when facing the death threat from a super player.

The descriptions of Nong'an in forums and various news channels are full of exaggerations.

He believes that seeing is believing.

An Rou smoothed her hair and nodded to him, "Thank you, President Yin Tian."

The conditions are not ripe yet, and it is not time to completely break off relations.

-

An Rou followed Yin Tian to the celebration venue. The opening time was approaching, and everyone on the island gathered in the center of the floating island.

Although Floating Island No. 339 belongs to the upper city, it is close to the clouds. Both horizontally and vertically, it is far away from the ghouls swarming towards the Rainbow of the Valley, so there is no need to send people to defend it.

The entire edge of the island quickly fell silent, with only the uniform sound of prayers coming from far away in the center of the island.

A figure appeared behind the metal box.

He quietly climbed onto the iron box, glanced around, and waved back: "It's safe, come up."

Three figures emerged from behind the box.

The strong scent of souls made the nearby ghouls agitated, and they pounded frantically on the boxes. Some boxes were too small for the ghouls to stretch out, so they could only use their sharp nails and teeth to scratch the iron sheets, making a teeth-grinding sound.

Momozawa glanced at the tiny hole on the door and said, "Oh, B-class, even a mosquito leg is still meat."

Xiangyang, the player who had led the assassination team into the hollow valley, sneered, "These are the ghouls used in the God Competition. Don't be afraid of Duozhu and Xiangyang chasing you and biting you. Just go ahead and kill them."

Min keenly noticed his attitude: "Aren't you from the Xiangyang Guild?"

The other party lit up the ID: "Didn't I say no?"

[Qian Er], with the emblem of Xiangyang Guild before his name, and the level after his name is hidden.

This ID looks neither Chinese nor Western, and it is difficult to tell its nationality.

The other party suddenly smiled: "I didn't say that, right?"

Whether it's his identity or the tone of his voice, it's hard not to arouse suspicion.

Tanshe suddenly interrupted: "Look at the light screen, the mission details are out."

[Task Name: Would you feel honored to compete with death?]

[Mission Location: Floating Island No. 339, Upper Valley City]

[Ghoul Level: S (Highest)]

[Number of Ghouls: 2387/2387]

[Time limit: 1 day]

[Difficulty Rating: SSS]

——A huge ghoul tide.

Min had a poker face and frowned rarely: "Is this the competition of gods?"

"So the God Competition is a battle royale game." Momozawa exclaimed in amazement.

Tanshe smiled nonchalantly, "I can tell you don't understand assassination. You're missing the point. The key is the mission details, isn't it? The ghoul level—S!"

He concluded, "With Yongan Ghoul not here, the assassination success rate has increased to 90%. The remaining 10% is just a favor to the special NPC."

Min was very cautious: "Maybe it's far away, maybe it hasn't arrived yet, you're jumping to conclusions too easily."

"All ghouls within five kilometers of the mission site will be counted. Do you think this floating island is five kilometers in diameter? As for whether they've arrived yet, the celebration starts at eight o'clock in the evening. It's now eight o'clock, five minutes past eight. How could they not have arrived?"

After Tanshe refuted all the arguments one by one, he thought of a possibility and looked at Qian Er.

"Or is it possible that An Rou might be absent from the celebration temporarily?"

Qian Er smiled and shook his head: "I just received a message that the messenger has arrived."

Tanshe: "So, Yongan Ghoul really didn't come. Anrou was careless. The target is careless, which is a reward for the killer."

Qian Er jokingly said, "Isn't that an insult to the killer?"

Tanshe shrugged: "You've watched too many movies, haven't you? A killer who doesn't want to survive can't be a good killer."

Qian Er also shrugged like him.

Min remained cautious. "There's another question. What if An Rou stays with Duo Zhu's player the entire time and is eventually sent back to the floating city by Duo Zhu? How can we find an opportunity?"

"Don't worry about that," Qian Er said. "The God's Birthday celebration has three parts: the God's Birthday Dance, the celebratory dinner, and the God's sacrifice. You don't have to wait too long. I'll bring her out before the God's Birthday Dance begins."

The three members of the assassination team were stunned.

Tao Ze's eyes flickered. "He took An Rou away from the celebration? How did he do it? Did he trick her? Or did he drug her?"

Qian Er smiled and said, "Of course, tie it directly."

Min's frown deepened: "If you have the ability to kidnap An Rou, why do you need us to do it?"

"It's simple. I can make money kidnapping her, but I don't want to make money killing her." Qian Er's smile became more and more strange. "Is it hard to understand?"

-

The god's birthday celebration was held on a large lawn, with an altar made of nine stone steps in the middle.

Everyone gathered around the altar, sitting on the ground. A quick glance revealed that there were over ten thousand people.

It is an honor to participate in the God's Birthday Celebration. Not everyone can come if they want to. They are all lucky ones who are drawn from various branches of the Duozhu Guild.

The main seat is on the north side of the altar, and there is also a two-meter-high stone base. On top of it is a long table made of pure gold, which is extremely exquisitely crafted.

An Rou is a messenger of God who came on the eve of God's birthday. Participating in the celebration of God's birthday is a request of all believers and cannot be refused.

She sat in the main seat, from which she could look down upon the crowd, and people could also see the face of the messenger of God.

Yintian sat on her left.

There was another seat on the right, currently empty. An Rou guessed it was reserved for the goddess, but after a quick glance, she couldn't find Mia.

Yin Tian had just lost his temper with Mia and didn't care about her absence. With the divine messenger present, the believers' minds were not on the goddess.

As the drums beat, Yintian announced the start of the celebration.

Amid the distant and deep piano music, everyone placed their left fists on their foreheads, faced the sky, and began to pray spontaneously.

An Rou certainly didn't know the words for the Dojo prayer. She'd thought about it, but she'd resisted and hadn't bothered to prepare.

She keenly noticed that the melody of the piano was particularly like a soul-calling song, except that some drum beats were added in the middle, making the overall style heavier.

Not everyone sits down.

Beyond the group seated on the ground, there was a circle of people standing. They were the NPCs from Floating Island 339, and like many other players, they were praying with their eyes closed.

Just like when I saw them in the morning, tears of emotion were flowing on their faces.

Tomorrow is their death date, so they contributed all their supplies tonight for tens of thousands of players to enjoy.

Before the celebration began, they spent the entire afternoon slaughtering cattle and sheep, washing fruits and vegetables, baking bread, and preparing everything needed for the celebration.

After the celebration begins, they will serve as servants, lackeys, and slaves to all players, serving everyone well. It's said that even young girls and boys are required to sacrifice their virginity.

They were not oppressed, they were full of joy.

Words cannot describe An Rou's mood at the moment.

These NPCs born in the game, freed from the settings of greed for money and fear of death, should have become stronger, but in this empty valley, they fell into an abyss from which they could not escape, both physically and mentally.

After the prayer, An Rou was still in a trance.

Yin Tian leaned over and whispered in her ear, "God's messenger, your people are watching you."

An Rou came to her senses and saw that all eyes, near and far, were focused on her, and every look was filled with eagerness.

"The God's Birthday Dance is supposed to be performed by the Goddess. Since she's absent, how about having the God's Messenger perform it?"

There was a mischievous smile in Yintian's eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, this isn't a request from me. It's a spontaneous petition from the believers. They're so devout, the angel of God won't refuse, right?"

The smile that An Rou had been trying to put on her lips became extremely forced.

She couldn't even recite the prayers, let alone the God's Birthday Dance. Wasn't Yin Tian afraid that she would be exposed?

Or was it someone below who was stirring up trouble?

If the Duozhu Cult could infiltrate the Xiangyang Guild, the Xiangyang Guild naturally had ways to infiltrate the other side. Revenge by simply embarrassing themselves was too childish.

An Rou was more inclined to believe it was Yin Tian. Although he acted like everything would be fine as long as they cooperated, he was actually still brooding over what happened last night.

After landing last night, An Rou dominated the scene by performing miracles, shaking his trust in the Duozhu Sect. It was in his best interest to damage her image among the followers in this way.

Furthermore, her embarrassing behavior in public did not affect the cooperation, nor did it damage the benefits Yin Tian gained from her, so it was harmless.

An Rou closed her eyes and sighed silently.

The hat of "God's messenger" puts her at this height, and she is caught in a dilemma.

But it's really harmless.

At worst, I could go up and not dance, but just compose a prayer for them, or just sing a song and curse them to vent my anger.

Anyway, the potion is still in her hands, and Yin Tian can't do anything about ruining this grand ceremony.

An Rou smiled gently and met Yin Tian's gaze.

"Since I can't refuse your kindness, I'll show you my ugliness."

Her voice was so soft that the people below couldn't hear it at all. The believers only saw her stand up, her expression growing increasingly excited. Many people put their foreheads to their chests and began to "give thanks to the Lord God" again.

An Rou didn't know that she guessed wrong.

Yin Tian was, after all, the leader of the guild, and he prioritized the greater good, not easily expressing his personal emotions. The request for the divine messenger to perform the Divine Birth Dance had indeed come from someone below him.

When he heard it, the noise was already very loud. He couldn't figure out who was the instigator, let alone guess the other party's purpose.

However, Yintian believed that the other party had no ill intentions.

Whether online or offline, the teachings of Duozhuism have become so detailed that they have permeated all aspects of life. He is more inclined to believe that this is the heartfelt desire of believers.

Is there any more reasonable request than asking the messenger of God who brings miracles to perform the dance of God's birth?

Yin Tian went with the flow and quietly vented his anger while considering the overall situation.

Pretending to be a messenger of God?

It's nice to collect some interest before you actually pay the price.

The divine servants were not qualified to go on stage, so Zhang Da stood below the main seat.

As An Rou passed by, she shook her head slightly at him.

[It’s okay.] She said consciously.

The ghoul had very good hearing and must have heard her conversation with Yin Tian.

Zhang Da watched An Rou walk away, and inadvertently, he looked up at the host. From this angle, he could just see the playful smile on Yin Tian's face.

The believers took the initiative to make a path for An Rou to pass through. On both sides of the path, they crawled down and kissed the footprints that An Rou had walked in.

An Rou tilted her head to take a look.

This was probably the most despicable scene she had ever seen from a player.

Beliefs beyond her own were indeed not something she could understand.

An Rou didn't want to understand either.

Although the altar has only nine levels, it is actually very high, nearly 20 meters high. It narrows from bottom to top, like a small pyramid.

However, the spire was not pointed, but a small square platform, covered by a piece of white cloth, with a dim light in the middle.

From a distance, it looks like a Kongming lantern.

There were stone steps suitable for walking on all four sides of the altar. An Rou chose the nearest one and climbed up.

The night wind blew her white robe embroidered with gold, and the warm yellow light shone on her profile. She looked holy and had a beauty that was beyond words.

Yin Tian narrowed his eyes and couldn't help but murmur, "Let's see how long you can keep pretending."

When Zhang Da heard the whisper, he looked up again. On his dull face, his eyes contained a glimmer of cruelty.

By the time all the believers came to their senses, An Rou had already reached the highest point of the altar.

She stood at the top of the altar and saw the ropes attached to the large Kongming lanterns begin to move. Many players stood at the foot of the altar, lowering the lanterns.

Until the square curtain completely covered An Rou's figure, her silhouette was reflected on the curtain.

The drumbeats began.

The music for the God's Birthday Dance is different from the prayer music, but the style is similar. The altar is placed in the center of the crowd, allowing everyone to appreciate the God's dance from four angles through the curtains.

It is said that anyone chosen by God, regardless of whether they have learned to dance or not, will dance the God's Birthday Dance as long as they stand on the top of the altar.

Because the person above is no longer a human being, but a god.

God was born in her.

The more pious a person is, the more he or she can communicate with God and the more graceful his or her dance moves will be.

In the past, the goddess's dance was enough to make everyone feel their souls purified, but this time it was the messenger of God - is there anyone in the world who is more pious and closer to the Lord God than the messenger of God?

No one dares to imagine how exciting and ecstatic it is to watch the gods' messengers perform the divine dance.

On the contrary, those who are not devout enough dance awkwardly and stiffly, and even if they manage to hold on, they will not be able to reach the last step.

Yin Tian chuckled.

The figure on the curtain was indeed very stiff.

After the drum beats, the strings came in.

Yin Tian stared at the altar and shouted, "Why not..."

Before he finished speaking, the dark shadow suddenly moved.

One foot touched the ground, the other foot was lifted up, the body leaned back, and the long neck almost reached the ground.

The extremely flexible waist and extremely graceful movements can make people feel the sacred and inviolable beauty even through the curtain.

The timing of the dance is extremely precise.

Yin Tian's wine glass fell onto the long golden table, shattering into pieces. But the crisp sound, like the unfinished words he had just spoken, did not attract anyone's attention.

From the moment the dance began, all the believers entered into an ecstasy of ecstasy.

No one cares what their president says.

No one had time to look at Yin Tian's ashen face.

Including Zhang Da.

Before An Rou's reflection could make any move, Zhang Da had already left, using all his mobility skills to chase after the darkness outside the crowd.

-

Zhang Da didn't chase for too long.

At his speed, it would take less than three minutes to get from the celebration site to the edge of the floating island.

He kept looking up at somewhere in the night sky.

There is also a floating island on top of the floating island. The base is a dark brown rock, which blocks the faint light emitted by the ghouls in the high altitude. At first glance, it looks no different from an ordinary night sky.

A figure suddenly appeared where he was staring.

An Rou.

An Rou fell from a height of about ten meters, still some distance away from Zhang Da. Zhang Da disappeared where he was, and a puff of white smoke appeared below An Rou. The smoke seemed to have substance, firmly enveloping An Rou.

An Rou didn't have time to catch her breath: "Don't stop, expand the range of the fog city, be careful of the attack."

An Rou was taken away by force, and she herself didn't even understand what was going on. When she came to her senses, all she could see was a face covered with a black cloth.

The most important thing is that there is no light screen above the man’s head.

But it’s definitely not the Ghost King Jie Xin.

An Rou looked at him and thought it couldn't be a ghoul.

After playing this crappy game for so long, she had broadened her horizons and quickly thought of the third possibility - a clone.

The ability to clone is not uncommon, and its applicable scenarios and levels of realism vary widely. There are some weapons in the farm warehouse that can clone, but none of them are as realistic as that person.

Those eyes even smiled at her.

White smoke covered an area of ​​100 meters.

An Rou and Zhang Da stood back to back, already considering whether to call on the rich for support.

She was a little hesitant.

If the other party had ill intentions and clearly had the ability to kill her on the altar, why would they go to the trouble of bringing her out?

Are you worried about the Duozhu Guild's counterattack? Then you can take action long ago after bringing them out.

But not only did the other party not do anything to her, he even let her go.

"No smell?"

Zhang Da: “No.”

With a wide level of focus, you can capture the scent of souls within a certain range.

This range even extends beyond the area covered by fog.

strangeness.

Before falling from the sky, An Rou saw clearly that the other party disappeared out of thin air. Even if he didn't kill her, there must be a purpose for bringing her out, right?

There was no one around.

It is also possible that the other party discovered Zhang Da and saw his magic, so he did not dare to act rashly.

The premise supporting this possibility is that the opponent is not as strong as Zhang Da. Using the level framework, the level should be below gold.

But An Rou intuitively felt that since the other party could perform such a realistic clone technique, his level must be very high.

"Be careful for a while." An Rou said.

The enemy is in darkness and we are in light, so we should respond to all changes with constancy.

-

Connecting An Rou's position with the celebration site, and extending to the other end of the floating island, there was a person standing in an almost symmetrical place.

Next to him was a huge metal box, nearly as tall as two adults. Under the box, three people lay.

Assassination team.

Tanshe's arms were cut off and he could no longer hold the gun.

Min's leg was broken at the base of his thigh, and he could no longer use his proud whirlwind movement speed.

Tao Ze was blind, her eye sockets empty of blood. Coming from the Spirit Realm School of Miscellaneous Arts, her most difficult-to-defend-against-the-Heart Technique was also rendered useless.

However, none of the three panicked, especially Taoze and Tanshe, who sighed one after another.

"I actually forgot about this guy. If I had remembered him earlier, the success rate of the assassination would have been zero." Tanshe said.

Taozawa agreed: "Maybe it's because no one has died in the legion in too long."

Compared to the other two, Min was the one who took the assassination mission the most seriously. He pursed his lips tightly, unable to endure the humiliation: "Remove the ink..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, his tongue was cut off by a sword.

Tanshe glanced at him, somewhat amused, and consoled him: "Don't worry, there's no skill needed to remove the ink, your tongue will grow back."

Taozawa blinked her bloodshot eyelids hard: "Go ahead, Mo, I've already written my will this afternoon. I can't stand the pain. If you don't do it now, I'll have to drink the life potion."

As soon as she finished speaking, a bottle of medicine fell into her hands.

Tao Ze was startled: "What are you doing? Aren't you afraid that we will attack An Rou again?"

Tanshe nodded: "Even though the success rate is only 0%, I have to do the job after receiving the money."

He looked into Chu Mo's dark eyes and couldn't understand why someone would make him so sick. What was infuriating was that the other person happened to be number one on the list.

Chu Mo also looked at him: "Do you think that I can kill her without intervening?"

The snake explorer took it for granted: "Without you, the success rate is as high as 90%, what do you think?"

Chu Mo pulled the corners of his pale lips.

"From now until now, what changes have occurred on the floating island? None of you three noticed?"

The Youqi sword spun around and pierced into the iron box.

Given the length of the sword, it must have injured the ghoul inside, but the box was quiet.

Momozawa lost his eyes and focused on his ears, reacting the fastest.

There was a sense of horror in her voice: "All the ghouls are quiet... why?"

"If you really do that, the ghoul tide will eat you to the bone."

Chu Mo's hoarse voice was emotionless, "Go back and tell your president that An Rou doesn't need my protection. Don't send anyone else to die."