Squeaky——

From the rain ahead came the teeth-grinding sound of steel bones rubbing against each other, as if it was bending the listener's spine.

The sports car had retreated to the maximum distance, and ten meters behind it was the never-ending golden river. As long as they passed through a thin layer of rain curtain, the heavy time would instantly crush their souls.

The most terrifying monster is time. It is everywhere, endless, chewing up all living things and devouring civilization.

In the virtual map, there are only three colors left: the green safe area representing Ash, the red area painted by the Heroic Soul Legion as "seeking death", and the golden area where the Golden River is.

She said she would give them time to make love, but the Queen of Heroes didn't say she would give them enough space. The Heroes' Soul Legion pressed forward together, and now Ash had no room to maneuver.

Behind the rain curtain ten meters away, the hideous-looking Legion of Heroes, preparing for their midnight snack, were ready to go.

However, they stayed outside the rain curtain, their figures completely obscured by the countercurrent of golden rain. Ash and the others could only hear their rustling and grinding of teeth and claws, which was more uncomfortable than if they had rushed past directly - imagination launched a gorgeous rebellion in their minds, and they couldn't wait to overthrow the dictatorship of reason and welcome the arrival of Khorne's army.

In addition to the imagination rebels, the desire for survival in the palace is also intriguing. This thin layer of rain curtain makes the desire for survival rebels expand endlessly. It sings all the way to defeat the dignity guards, hammer the courageous minister, tear reason off the throne, and force reason to kneel down and surrender to humiliate the country.

There is great terror between life and death.

This time it's no joke. The Queen's heroic spirit will definitely let her followers rush forward and eat them up bit by bit. At most, only a layer of soul skin will be able to escape back to the body - but just like 100 ml of blood cannot drive the body, a little bit of soul fragments cannot restart the operating system of consciousness.

Even if they didn't offend the locals like they did, it was not uncommon for other magicians to die in the virtual world. The virtual world is not a charity, nor is it a good client. It is just a cold filter that selects melodies that can adapt to the environment and destroys noises that do not belong to this era - whether you are a backward aria or a cutting-edge rock.

The secret incarnation was definitely not a force that people at their level could get involved in, and such noisy noise would naturally attract thousands of people's criticism - although it was not known whether there were a thousand of them, there were at least a hundred armed units surrounding them.

It makes sense that academic magicians are so popular. After all, the adventurous ones might die without a burial place at any time, while the academic ones can use time to buy safety, improve their realm and faction step by step, and climb to the upper levels of the virtual realm step by step... Ash couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.

Bang!

A pool of unconditional malice fell outside the protective cover of the "Refractive Curtain Wall", and the dark green rotten smell almost melted their souls through their respiratory tracts. The magicians were frightened and their bodies tensed up, but the Queen's Heroic Spirit laughed and said, "Sorry, my spider's throat is a little itchy, and I accidentally spit. I hope I didn't disturb you?"

Ash yelled angrily, "Excuse me for disturbing you. We were just about to get into the mood, but now there's no atmosphere at all. Why are you still here!?"

"Well, then I will give myself to you as compensation?"

"Okay, okay! We are short of one person now, hurry over here, you come just in time!"

"I'm sorry, I like to take the initiative myself. Then I'll send someone to bring you back?"

Ash's heart was moved, but Sword Princess had already taken the lead in responding for him: "We only accept multiplayer games, and do not allow single-player affairs."

"Ah~ Times have changed. Magicians nowadays are much more open-minded than they were back then." Denzel's voice was full of amusement. "What a pity! It's so vivid, so beautiful, so sweet and delicious..."

"It's a novel experience to hear your own condolences while you're still alive." Sonia snorted coldly, turned to look at Ash, and said in a low voice: "Don't even think about holding the Queen hostage! You won't have enough lives to die!"

"Eh?" Diya was stunned: "So the viewer's hesitation just now was to assassinate the commander? I thought..."

"What else? Is there any other possibility!?" Ash interrupted the witch righteously.

He glanced at Diya's hair which was beginning to turn dirty, and his heart sank slightly.

"The last time we were able to gain an advantage over the Queen, it wasn't because we were so powerful, but because the Amnesia Cabin helped us a lot." Sonia said, "This time the Queen came prepared. Any flaws she revealed were just traps. We have no chance to take advantage of them."

"What should we do then?" Diya's voice was a little vague. Although she hadn't entered the duet yet, her tone was very different from before. The corners of her mouth curled up in disdainful mockery: "I'm not going to wait to die here, am I? You two may be satisfied with this ending, but there are people in reality waiting for me to return."

"Fight!" Sonia ignored Diya's bad tone and said firmly, "The refraction curtain wall has not been broken, and the sports car has an evil blade to clear the way. Our combat power is intact! The Queen has been making arrangements here for many days. In her eyes, all our schemes are nothing but bubbles that can be easily popped. The only way is to use force to defeat tricks and fight our way out with all our strength!"

When she said the latter part, although there was no trace of anger on the village girl's calm face, her right hand had already tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, and the red in her eyes became deep and dark.

The witch's hair color became dirtier and dirtier, but her eyes became brighter and brighter. Her innocent and lovely face revealed a bright and adorable madness. She even raised her hand and linked her arms with Sword Girl's shoulders, jokingly saying, "Haha, I like this plan. I didn't expect that you usually have so many tricks, but you are still very cute at the critical moment~"

Where is the cuteness in this plan that only has the word "reckless" in it?

Although Ash was mumbling in his heart, he was relieved by the status of the operators. What he feared most now was that Sword Lady and Witch would lose their reason and judgment under the fear of life and death. After all, Ash had already spent too much energy just suppressing the imaginary rebels and the rioters who wanted to survive in his heart. If he had one or two more burdens, Ash's mentality would collapse.

No matter how beautiful the Sword Lady is or how cute the Witch is, if they drag their feet and become negative emotion monsters at this moment, Ash will lower his trust level in them in his heart.

Nothing is more exhausting than having bad teammates, especially at the most critical moment of a project. What a virtual team needs is not a mascot or a vase, but teammates who can trust each other.

But the Sword Lady and the Witch were not only not a burden, but on the contrary, Ash felt that he was their pendant. Facing the crisis of life and death, they were braver than each other, wishing to cut through the gate of life and death with a sword and separate the gate of right and wrong with their hands. Fear, regret, despair, cowardice and other negative emotions in their hearts were alienated and invaded, surging into the most decisive killing intention. Standing with them, Ash felt as if he had thousands of troops.

But Ash pushed the two of them back to their seats, "Wait a minute, I'll see if there's any other way."

"Lover!" Ash said loudly, "I have a gift for you!"

"What gift?" Diya, Sonia and Denzel's voices sounded at the same time.

Ash pressed the operators' heads and shouted, "My necromancy spirit, do you like it?"

"It's just so-so. I'm not particularly satisfied with it." Denzel said very critically, "But it's a gift from you after all, so I'll accept it with reluctance."

"After you accept it, can you please spare us?" Ash spread his hands and said, "In fact, there is no deep hatred between us. Why don't we just pretend that nothing happened? From now on, you fight your wars and we explore our virtual world."

"What are you talking about, my lovely lover." Denzel laughed, "How can I get back the necromancy spirit if you don't die? Don't you forget that once you give up the spirit in the virtual world, it will disappear immediately? Only the spirit that explodes after the death of the sorcerer can stay for a while because it still has the soul imprint of the original owner, and there is a chance for it to be captured by other sorcerers."

"But doesn't the contract say that if you catch me, I have to hand over the necromancy spirit..." Ash was a little confused. If he couldn't hand over the necromancy spirit at all, why would the Queen add this clause to the contract?

"So the real meaning of this clause is that if I catch you, you will commit suicide without resistance." Denzel spoke briskly, as happy as if he was singing. "Each clause has a trap in the literal meaning, but you accepted all of them without changing a single one. I had a hard time holding back my laughter. My lover, you are really considerate."

"But you still have concerns."

Facing the Queen's mockery, Ash was not angry at all, and said calmly: "If you really only need to capture me, I will obediently commit suicide and hand over the necromancy spirit. You won't waste so much time and energy chatting with me, but rush over to fry my skin and tear my bones apart."

The laughter outside the rain gradually subsided.

"You hunt me with your army, suppress me with taunts, intimidate me with your legions, and tease me with your words. Even I feel tired just watching you. If you want to eat me, why don't you just come and peel me open? Why bother with so much trouble? Will this operation improve the quality of my meat to the level of snowflakes?" Ash said, "You try every means to wear down my resistance for only one reason - to make me completely lose my judgment."

"If I'm not mistaken, when our minds collapse and we become hysterical, you will offer us a very generous plan. The content is roughly that as long as I voluntarily die in your hands, you will let my companions go, and you will not kill me completely, but only take away the 'necromancy' spirit from my soul...right?"