Chapter 283: Purification
The Twelve Wise Kings were resurrected, and the Supreme Order returned to him.
The sun was back in the sky, the sun was shining brightly, and the birds were chirping.
The Eleventh Wise King looked at the black mud slowly flowing back into Gao Mengtang's body and suddenly laughed.
After laughing for a long time, the Eleventh Wise King gradually calmed down. He looked dejectedly at the ruins of the Moon Banner Base Camp.
Just a little bit, the resurrection ceremony was about to end, but Gao Mengtang was resurrected at this moment.
He never imagined that Gao Mengtang would be able to keep trying during the hundred years of being trapped, until he succeeded seven times in a row and completed the resurrection trial.
What kind of perseverance is this...
"Is this your divine love?" The Eleventh Wise King raised his lips tiredly. "After a hundred years, you want to come back? To see your friend?"
"No," Gao Mengtang said softly, "I want to say sorry to someone. But I forgot who he is and what I did to him."
The Eleventh Wise King smiled palely: "Even if you come back, you can't stop me. The gamification of the surface world is almost complete. It's a pity that Thirteen helped me so much, but he can't live to see this day."
Seeing Gao Mengtang, Duan Song and others were so overjoyed as if they had been rescued from a desperate situation.
"Hurry! Destroy Black Tower Seven!" Shang Yu shouted to his teammates while rescuing Bai Jie.
Xian Wang Eleven entered combat mode again. He turned around and stared coldly at the group of wounded people: "Shredder."
Everyone was on high alert. They had experienced the power of the shredder before, and it was no easier to deal with than the Thirteenth Sage King.
But now that Gao Mengtang is back, they feel that the dawn of victory has already shone, and they are calmly preparing for a new battle.
The two groups looked at each other for a few seconds, and then nothing happened.
Xian Wang Eleven frowned in confusion: "Shredder?"
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A place of near death.
"You can only eat two." Wei Wei said to the shredder seriously, "Wild yellow croaker is very expensive, you are not allowed to eat too many."
The black octopus was a little aggrieved, it stretched out like a jelly pancake, picking at the little meat left on the fishbone aggrievedly.
Five minutes ago. Wei Wei was wandering around the dying place out of boredom when he suddenly saw Bai Jie.
His leg was cut off at the root, and he turned pale from blood loss. A layer of black jelly-like substance covered the wound, and thin black lines spread from the wound to his entire body.
Those were the wounds caused by the shredder, Bai Jie was poisoned.
The place of death is isolated from reality. Wei Wei is not clear about what happened, but he knows that Bai Jie, Gao Mengtang and others are in danger.
But he couldn't do anything. He didn't even know what the specific crisis was.
However, as a "non-living thing", the shredder can freely enter and exit the dying area. When he saw it again, Wei Wei used a large yellow croaker to trick the shredder over.
Without the shredder, the power of the Eleventh Wise King will be greatly weakened. Maybe it can help the blind people...
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Wei Xiangchen laughed, and waved his nine heads arrogantly: "Eleven, your shredder has been kidnapped by Wei Wei! It is playing rock-paper-scissors with Wei Wei!"
Xie Wuling, Li Xing'er, Iron Lady, Ghost with Lantern... The summoned creatures appeared one after another, and Pegana also wagged his tail proudly. They waited for Gao Mengtang's order.
"Destroy the main brain." Gao Mengtang whispered these four words.
Everyone at Yue Fan, including the Eleventh Wise King, was stunned for a moment.
"Are you crazy? If the main brain is destroyed, all players will die! You will die too!" Wise King Eleven growled.
Gao Mengtang said unhappily, "I have thought seriously about this past hundred years and I think it would be better to destroy the Black Tower game."
However, attacking the main brain is equivalent to suicide for the Black Tower players. Everyone hesitated.
Gao Mengtang's summoned creatures obeyed his orders unconditionally, rushed to the top of the black tower and attacked the main brain.
"Calm down, if the main brain is destroyed, none of us will survive." Shang Yu said quickly in a low voice.
Gao Mengtang looked directly into the eyes of Xian Wang Eleven, which were trembling with shock, and whispered, "I am calm. Do as I say."
"What are you waiting for!" Bai Jie shouted, and he snatched the giant sword from Duan Song, "The main brain should be destroyed!"
He climbed onto the back of the Iron Lady and was carried by her to the top of the Black Tower. He used his arms to support his legless upper body, held the sword in both hands, and stabbed it into the main brain.
With a crack, the shell shattered, and several pieces of debris fell to the feet of the Wise King Eleven. At the same time, the players felt an unbearable dull pain in their chests, and many of them fell to the ground and curled up.
The Eleventh Wise King also turned pale: "You guys are a bunch of lunatics!"
"I think so," Shirakai replied, raising his sword a second time, "but I am a cruel man, and for justice I will kill all my family -"
"—will kill myself too!"
The Eleventh Wise King shouted, "It will only take a few decades for me to find another body to revive. If you die, you will be dead forever!"
"Decades later, there will be another me who will stop you for me. There will always be righteous people in this world." Bai Jie sat up and touched the wound on his thigh. The broken bones pierced deeper into his flesh.
The second sword stabbed in. The pain was so intense that one wished he would die immediately. The heart seemed to have become a plasticine toy, stretched to the limit, and then bounced back to its original shape with a bang.
The eleventh prince's eyes went dark for a moment, and he changed his tone and shouted in Esperanto: "Shredder, come out!"
On the verge of death, the Shredder heard the call. It looked at Wei Wei and then looked up at the sky.
Wei Wei reluctantly gave up and took out a king crab.
After all, he was suppressed by the Eleventh Wise King. The Shredder touched the hairy crab lovingly with his tentacles, and his figure flashed several times before disappearing on the verge of death.
The Wise King Eleven, who had regained his strength, was about to protect the main brain when suddenly, a hand gently pulled his sleeve which was stained with blood.
"I remember." Gao Mengtang looked at him, looking at his messy hair, furrowed light-colored eyebrows, and the fear in his eyes.
Gao Mengtang: "I remember now. I want to say sorry to you."
"I don't have time to get sentimental with you now!" Xian Wang Eleven shook off Gao Mengtang's arm and was about to leave, but Gao Mengtang pulled him back forcefully.
The Eleventh Wise King was about to get angry, but suddenly, he could no longer feel the dull pain from the destruction of his main brain. His heart felt nothing, as if it had stopped beating, and his soul dissipated like steam.
He looked down and saw a pen pierced his left chest, where his heart was.
That was the emerald green fountain pen he gave to Gao Mengtang.
"Twelve, you..." The wise king Eleven's whole body went limp and he fell to the ground.
Gao Mengtang held him in his arms, leaned close to his ear, and whispered softly, "I'm sorry."
This is not right. A piercing through the heart is just a minor injury to the Eleventh Wise King. But he didn't have any strength at all, and it was difficult for him to even utter a complete sentence.
The Eleventh Wise King stared at the pen, and everything around him receded like the tide.
He no longer thought about the main brain, nor about the dead Wise King Thirteen. The world was so quiet that only he and Gao Mengtang were left.
"Milk tea, coffee and cocktails..." Xian Wang Eleven's voice became weaker and weaker, "You added Mirror Lake water."
The swaying wounds and bloodstains in front of my eyes overlap with the sweet milk tea, steaming coffee, and multi-layered cocktails in my memory.
The mottled blocks of color look like randomly generated images before the dream ends.
Such a sweet smell, is it blood or milk tea?
The Eleventh Prince raised his head, and his blurry vision cleared up for a brief moment. He wanted to see Gao Mengtang's bright and beautiful smile when she handed him the milk tea.
All he saw was Gao Mengtang's sad face.
"Don't be sad, Twelve," the wise king Eleven put his hand on his shoulder and lowered his head weakly, "You have learned how to murder, which is a good thing."
There was a question that Xian Wang Eleven didn't want to ask. But he thought of the night in the rain forest when they played the suona together. He thought of when Gao Geng died, Gao Mengtang silently emptied his bottles and jars.
He thought of the two of them, like little kids, fighting over the quilt with their backs to each other.
Too naive... Eleven, you have lived as a wise king for so many years, but you never thought for a moment that Gao Mengtang would poison you.
You actually believed Gao Mengtang's lame excuse and even secretly expected him to cook a meal for you.
This question is too naive to ask:
"Twelve, are you showing me kindness just to hurt me?"
"No, no." Gao Mengtang hugged him even tighter, repeating in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
The Eleventh Wise King smiled weakly, and in the blink of an eye the smile faded away, and the tentacles of the shredder pierced Gao Mengtang's eyes.
The sigh-like sound was as calm as ever. The eyes of the Wise King Eleven were filled with tears, but Gao Mengtang could not see it.
"Twelve, I have been dead for too long. I don't want to die again."
"I wanted to play the suona to see you off."
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Zhongzhou ancestral city, 8:30 in the morning.
Office workers filed out of the subway station, their faces numb and their eyes dull. As he walked out of the subway station, a colleague walked towards him.
“Not going to punch in?” the man asked his colleague.
My colleague scratched his head, as if he didn’t quite understand what was going on: “I guess I don’t need to punch in.”
"Because there was a weird black building that crushed our company."
At this time, everyone who walked out of the subway entrance stopped in unison.
The latecomer bumped into their backs and was about to get angry, but when he saw the scene in the city center, he stood there in a daze, just like the people in front of him.
The black tower twisted like vines stretched towards the sky, and the light blue ball of light suspended at the top trembled constantly at first, and many cracks appeared.
After a few minutes, the light ball suddenly lit up with a dazzling light. The onlookers covered their eyes one after another. When they looked towards the black tower again, a sky full of blue butterflies flew out of the light ball, like fireworks, and merged into the barrier in the distance.
A barrier was formed with the black tower as its center, encircling an area in the city center.
The driver was driving with an expressionless face when a wall of light appeared in the middle of the road. As they were surprised, the vehicles hit the wall of light, causing a series of rear-end collisions.
Everyone in the barrier heard a prompt tone:
[Black Tower game is officially launched]
【Wish you a happy game】
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A very cold, sticky, and slippery mass crawled all over Gao Mengtang's face. Soon, he saw the light.
"Mr. Blind, are you okay?"
Gao Mengtang suddenly opened his eyes and saw the face of the Wise King Eleven. His eyes turned as green as bamboo leaves.
"Eleven?" Gao Mengtang asked.
"My name is Wei Wei." Wei Wei answered. When he was on the verge of death, he was suddenly grabbed by a giant hand and returned to the real world the next second.
Gao Mengtang: "Wei Wei..."
What a familiar name. Why does he look exactly like Xian Wang Eleven?
The repeated deaths in the resurrection trials made him forget almost everything that happened 100 years ago.
He looked around and saw several people standing up one after another in the ruins. Some of them looked like their bodies had been corroded by sulfuric acid, some had skulls as their heads, and some were centipede-like dead.
These strange-looking people ran over, hugged Gao Mengtang tightly, and cried bitterly.
Who...are they?
Gao Mengtang was still very confused. He broke free from the embrace, walked into the ruins, and looked up at Black Tower Seven.
The main brain was intact, and the cracks in Black Tower 7 were repaired. Except for the Moon Banner Base Camp which was razed to the ground, everything was the same as before.
The sun rose nonchalantly, as if the separation and death on the ground had nothing to do with it.
"Wise King Eleven used his soul to repair the main brain," Shang Yu sighed, "but the main brain was damaged too badly, and parts of the surface world were turned into games. This is irreversible."
This time, the Eleventh Wise King did not die, but disappeared.
His soul has become the nourishment of the mastermind and no trace can be found.
The game world and the original world coexist, which seems to be an acceptable ending.
Gao Mengtang walked barefoot on gravel and broken bricks into Black Tower 7. The narrow door was closed, and the blood of the dead had dried and evaporated, leaving behind severely corroded walls.
The ruined throne room and the crumbling tower. The state of Black Tower 7 returned to the first time Gao Mengtang saw the tower.
"Mr. Blind Man, is this your pen?" Wei Wei handed him a blood-stained emerald green pen with the cap screwed back on, and the logo of Epiphyllum Ridge was on the top.
A very beautiful and exquisite pen, like a piece of green bamboo.
When Gao Mengtang took the pen, he saw another scene: he handed over a cup of hot milk tea, Xian Wang Eleven was flipping through the music score, hooked the handle of the cup with two thin fingers, and took a sip without noticing.
How could it be so easy to poison the Eleventh Prince?
Because the Eleventh King trusts him.
Even though Gao Mengtang framed him, he did not kill Gao Mengtang at the last moment, but only poked out his eyes.
This was a pure attack to vent anger.
"I'm sorry." Gao Mengtang shed a tear, "I'm sorry."
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