Chapter 57: Battle of Zhuolu (Comic content)
The two sides were entangled in a fierce battle, the situation was evenly matched, and all eight players were a little tired.
Unable to find a breakthrough point, we can only continue to waste time. Is the final group battle going to end in a dramatic draw? This is quite curious, as the Battle of Zhuolu never had such a development.
Sheng Chao panted softly, and secretly looked at his brother during the fight, informing him that the plan had changed.
Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead and were quickly wiped away as he raised his scimitar. There is only one last fog. If the plan fails, we can only accept the failure.
If that happened, Sheng Mu would definitely be unhappy.
However, as for the second place, if more teams are eliminated in the early stage of the team competition, the points should be able to be pulled back, and the probability of getting the first place is not small. Let's make a plan with him when the time comes.
Calming himself down, Sheng Chao took a deep breath. Although he accepted every outcome, he still couldn't help feeling uneasy and nervous.
A major incident a few months ago was still circulating on the information network: the twin team of the Dawnbreaker Guild was almost destroyed in an A-level copy.
That's true. If it weren't for the "Twin Vines", I'm afraid no one in the five-member team would have survived, and all of them would have become nourishment for the dungeon, becoming new NPCs to harm their companions who entered next time.
But would all this have happened without the Twin Vine?
Sheng Chao had thought about this more than once.
The brother's face and hands were covered in blood, his eyes were shrunk to the point of pain, his turbid tears were warm, and under the helpless coercion, the heartbeat that represented his brother's life was lost under the trembling scimitar.
As a result, every night after that, my brother would be awakened by the invisible chains in his nightmares that suffocated him, leaving him with a disease that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
【……】
Stop thinking about it.
Sheng Chao put aside all distractions and noted the current positions of the players.
The next fog is coming.
“…”
Song Ling looked at the broken images in the comic and fell into silence.
The dim and lightless memories are mixed with blood, allowing readers to glimpse the unknown truth within the copy and the tragic price the two teenagers paid to break the desperate situation.
One of them cried out in despair and collapse, completely different from the proud and high-spirited look he had at that moment. The negative emotions contained in the memory are so strong that even just a glance can burn one's skin.
"This is the first time that a comic book has such a substantial picture." Song Ling looked away, erasing his previous speculation about the twins, and murmured softly.
Those deaths that were briefly mentioned on paper are now materialized. In the copy, human life is as worthless as grass, and life and death are only a thought away. Every psychic who enters is determined to never return.
Their spirit and strength built a high wall to contain the wild spread of the black fog and prevent the doomsday from coming completely.
As bystanders, readers are also constantly exposed to this new and real world. They watch the characters in the comics either laughing or feeling sad, which stimulates their own emotions while also connecting them to this world.
They also don't know how much change their love has brought to the world.
"Broken legs, dead companions, and a black and red background... From the contents of the memory fragments and Sheng Chao's psychological activities, we can roughly understand what happened a few months ago."
Song Ling zoomed in on the image and squinted to look for more clues in the dim and chaotic colors. The more specific he was, the more he felt that the subsequent developments would not be satisfactory.
"Let's not talk about whether the plan can succeed or not. I feel like Sheng Mu is not in a good state."
The comic just changes its perspective, and the next page shows Sheng Mu pursing his lips in response to his brother's prompt.
In the shadows, the boy pursed his lips, his eyes were dark, and an unknown stubbornness was hidden in them.
"Huh? This is not the sunny and cheerful boy I imagined??? (Crayon Puppy is terrified.jpg)"
"Well, didn't brother say that Mumu got sick last time? It should be related to supernatural powers, right?"
"But isn't Maomao fighting with Twilight? At this rate, there shouldn't be a chance for him to find a gap...?" (Qi Heng is thinking.jpg)
"Anyway, I really hate cults now... So many people died in the dungeon, and they are still shouting nonsense (openly stabbing villains)"
"Yeah, there's also a cult, Twilight! Think about your brother and the cat that embarrassed you! Even if Brother Bai Zhou is here, it doesn't mean everything is fine!! (Howl)"
…
It's getting foggy.
Qi Heng stared at the slightly gloomy young man in front of him, and calmly blocked the opponent's weapon.
Although defensive psychics are as hard to hit as wooden stakes, their energy is also steadily decreasing accordingly. After such a long time, even the strongest shield would be cut in half, not to mention that Qi Heng and Sheng Mu are equally strong.
As requested by their teammates before the game, they both still had stored energy for backup.
But looking at this situation...
Qi Heng exchanged glances with Sheng Mu for a brief moment.
It probably can't be saved.
——
[Is there no need to set up this bet?] 】
On the rooftop in the distance, the officer leaned on the railing and asked in confusion.
Bai Ri tilted his head slightly, then he straightened up and stared at the thick white fog, as if he could see through it and see every move of the people inside.
After a moment, he slowly spoke, his tone soft as if he was talking to himself:
[Yes, there is no need to establish it.] 】
[No matter who the winner is, the outcome of the story will not change. 】
[There is no need to read on.] Sir, I'll take my leave first. You can stay here and wait for the results. 】
After saying that, Bai Zhou turned and left. He opened the door and looked down at the door lock that was broken into two or three pieces at his feet.
He kicked it casually, and the chain slid across the ground with a crackling sound.
The young man turned around and smiled, and he became his unpredictable self again.
[As for this door chain, since we have been colleagues for five days, please help me deal with it. 】
The door was half-closed.
The officer watched quietly for a moment, then looked away and continued to look at the thick fog in the distance, waiting for the result to be revealed.
[How arbitrary.] 】
He whispered.
——
The blood that splashed from the cut flesh seeped onto the ground and also stained Qi Heng's cheek.
The fog was so thick that even the raised hand could not be seen clearly. Sheng Mu exerted force a few breaths ago, broke free from the obstruction at the cost of serious injuries, and disappeared into the white fog.
Several light and hidden footsteps were heard, probably heading towards Si and An.
Sorry, my good teammate, I can't save you this time.
Silently mourning for his soon-to-pass away teammate, Qi Heng looked towards the corner where Sheng Mu was hiding and counted down in his heart.
The atmosphere was low-pressure. Ye Yunhe and Lin Muyu's opponents also traded injuries for freedom at this moment. They covered their bleeding wounds and attacked their targets tacitly, and surrounded Si and An in the center one after another.
The readers and Song Ling were also blinded by the thick fog that seemed to have been filled with a ton of sugar. The God's perspective had never been so depressing.
The scimitar fell fiercely, ending Si Yu'an's struggle and resistance, leaving only the pain of corrosion in Sheng Chao's calf.
New flesh and blood is inherently fragile and sensitive. He cried out in pain when the pain came without warning, and was noticed by the protagonists who were searching for him.
The rapidly approaching footsteps approached as the black fog dissipated.
In a hidden corner, an arrow that condensed all the energy in the bow formed out of thin air. The exhaustion of physical strength caused the hands holding the bowstring to tremble slightly, and the fingertips turned white.
Sheng Mu took a deep breath, and the wound that was trying to break free from the obstruction began to drip with blood, along with the sweat on his forehead. The pain, dizziness and nausea made him think back to that nightmare.
There was a lingering whiteness in front of my eyes, and my vision was a little blurry. The sensing power of the twin vines allowed him to know his brother's location. The tracking of the target almost caused him to overdraw his supernatural powers, and he fainted on the stage.
This is the damn root of the disease.
A strong feeling of self-loathing emerged in his eyes. Sheng Mu gritted his teeth and aimed in the direction. The light of the energy arrow was the only thing he could see clearly.
Hold your breath, relax your fingers, the bowstring rebounds with a humming sound, and the arrow flies away, breaking through the mist that has not yet dissipated.
It shot straight at the unconscious Ye Yunhe.
The barrage screamed.
At the same time, Qi Heng, who was moving quickly towards his teammates, also heard the sound of breaking air coming from far away.
How can one catch up with an arrow with just a stick?
The supernatural power was released to the maximum extent, lightning and thunder penetrated into the body, accumulated at the feet and exploded instantly, driving the body forward.
The body seemed to have merged with the supernatural power, and perhaps the flesh and blood should be feeling severe pain at this moment.
The boy ignored it and his fingers twitched uncontrollably from the electric current running through them. He just stared at the arrow and raised his hand with difficulty.
The barrage stopped screaming.
Until the arrow pierced Qi Heng's palm fiercely, the tracking feature made it still difficult to move forward, but it gave up because of the obstruction of the white bones. The sound of the hand bones rubbing against each other made one's scalp tingle. The flying arrow sprinkled a little bit of energy light and then dissipated, leaving only a severe paralysis debuff.
The young man staggered, and before he fell down with his limbs limp, he turned his eyes away and caught a glimpse of the rare stunned expressions of his teammates, and a smile unconsciously appeared at the corners of his lips.
The pale face contrasted with the bright blood, reflected in the eyes of others.
Golden light surrounded the eliminated contestant and the stage fell into silence.
The barrage of bullets exploded sharply again.
“What the hell!! What kind of rescue method is this!!”
"It's a shame that you two aren't friends! Your faces are getting paler each time! Your blood is getting more and more free! Even the consumption of your superpowers is exactly the same waste!!"
"Sometimes I think it's great that cats don't feel pain :)"
“Why are you laughing at this moment? I took a screenshot and sent it to my friend and she even told me to accept my condolences!!”
"That's enough! I feel sorry for everyone here!"
"I don't know why my heart sank. This is just a 'safe' match, but I seem to have foreseen what's going to happen in the future..."
"(Dead)"
…
In the corner, Sheng Mu looked at his intercepted attack in disbelief.
His fingers curled up, the arrow fell off, and he held it tightly against his chest, not caring about the pain from the sharp tip pressing against his abdomen.
how so?
The fog dissipated, and he and his brother's eyes met from afar. He lowered his head in panic as if he was burned by the complex and indistinguishable emotions.
how so.
Sheng Mu couldn't tell what his mood was for a moment.
The sneak attack was discovered and successfully blocked by a recognized peer; the first mistake he made behind his brother's back ended in failure; the fear of nearly overdrawing his superpowers and the relief of not getting sick...all mixed together.
The initial resentment and anger towards Qi Heng quickly disappeared.
Why do you need to vent your anger on others? It's because you are not as skilled as them. 】
He watched a scene that was completely different from what he had imagined, as his teammates gradually retreated to the bottom amid the attacks.
Sheng Mu is now unable to even condense a flying arrow. Having lost his threat, he can only wait in the corner for his teammates to be eliminated and the failure of the game.
[After all, we are all giving our all for the same goal. If I vent my anger on others because of this, wouldn't it make me seem even more useless? 】
All emotions turned into a stagnant pool.
He lowered his eyes and waited for the referee's decision.
——
The high-level group battle ended with the protagonist group's victory.
"Although the ending of the protagonists winning is normal, this is the first time I have seen such a bitter and painful process."
Song Ling has been frowning since she saw Qi Heng blocking the arrow, and it is still frowning now.
"I thought it was going to be a cult attack, but it turned out to be unexpectedly peaceful." He flipped the page. The cartoonist did not change the title of Octopus this time, and still managed to feed the readers with two chapters. "However, looking at the expressions of Lin Muyu and Ye Yunhe, I don't think Qi Heng will just flip through this chapter so smoothly."
Moreover, the team competition is coming, and if nothing unexpected happens, the cult will be online at that time. If we ignore this fickle "dedication" character, that will be disastrous.
Especially...the clues that can be obtained from that close-up of the eyes.
The barrage of comments was also chattering, expressing great excitement about the seriousness of the matter.
Not positive excitement.
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