Su Mingan replied with the code - Difficulty (Will the game be difficult?)
Noel replied: “Fun.”
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Their secret codes went back and forth, exchanging a great deal of information, like giant glaciers lurking under the sea, interweaving with invisible schools of fish.
On the surface, it seemed that Noel was inviting Su Mingan to have tea, and the two of them were chatting and eating pudding, as if nothing had happened.
"Will the gods catch up with us?" Su Mingan looked back. In the distance, there were mountains, the golden red morning sun was shining on the world, and with it was only the orange-red color of the burning clouds.
Noel smiled and said, "Not for the time being. The gods cannot attack us directly. They can only use the power of words to seduce people like Mizushima Kawano and Xue Qixia to become goddesses and sons of gods, so that they can receive the power left by the ancients. But as long as someone on our side also accepts the power left by the ancients, we can compete with them."
"Relics from a thousand years ago..." Su Mingan nodded. The gods were the only ones who remembered history, so they knew where the ancient relics were. No wonder Mizushima Kawaseong was so powerful.
But Noel said that someone on Su Mingan's side also received the ancient relics. Does this mean that someone on Su Mingan's side also turned to the gods?
"It was Xiao Jingsan. He did not seek refuge with the gods, but with another person who also remembered history," said Noel.
Su Mingan was speechless for a moment, and thought of a possibility: "...joined the alien king?"
He always thought that the overlapping shadow in the starry sky was the Alien King, and the gods wanted to expel the Alien King, so they wanted to destroy the world to gain some kind of power. So the gods are villains, and the Alien King is also a villain, and these two are not good people.
"I know these two are enemies." Noel said, "But... if we fight with a tiger, we can only seek the skin of another tiger. Otherwise, none of us will become gods for the time being, and it will be difficult for us to survive under the tiger's mouth."
"Xiao Jingsan..."
Su Mingan felt a little dry and cold in his mouth.
Mizushima Kawaseong has such a powerful power. The gods can't give it to her for free. She must pay a price. Either personality, dignity, or other restrictions. Therefore, seeking power from the alien king must also come at a price.
"What did Xiao Jingsan...pay? To be so powerful...that he was able to take back my body and even hold back the gods?" Su Mingan said.
Noel stared into his eyes.
Put the black tea down slowly.
A crisp sound.
"self."
Such a word came out of the boy's mouth.
This word may not sound like a heavy price, but for some people, it is heavier than life.
Xiao Jingsan...actually did it to this extent.
Su Mingan didn't have a good impression of this man at first. Xiao Jingsan killed so many people and bombed Daoya City. Although it was later confirmed that it was Xiao Ying who did it, Xiao Jingsan did execute people from the City Guardian Department. He was not a pure and kind person. For his paranoid "paradise", his hands were stained with a lot of blood.
However, evil people will also pay a price for the world and make such sacrifices.
A person's good reputation or bad reputation is not simply black and white.
Noel raised his head. He was also wearing an earring - a red and blue interwoven earring. In Noel's witch era, Noel was a protagonist similar to "Su Ming'an". He obtained a prop similar to "Heart Blood" that recorded history.
Su Mingan had already dragged the earrings into the equipment compartment, but Noel was still wearing them. Under the morning sun, the earrings sparkled, and Su Mingan could clearly see the red flowing between the earrings - like the intertwined blood vessels of countless people, like the blood flowing in countless streams.
History... Time... Destiny... The world. These vast and heavy words should not be concentrated on tiny individuals, let alone teenagers.
But all these things have been concentrated in this earring and on their shoulders.
"This time, the special medicine rain stopped after two hours. It should be because the Holy City regained control and Yamada Machiichi and his army retreated, so the rain was forced to stop." Noel said: "This time, the special medicine rain brought back about a hundred years of 'past' and three years of 'future'."
“…Three years.”
Su Mingan sighed.
Before he faked his death, he saw signs that time was speeding up. It seemed that this heavy rain had accelerated time by three years.
A lot must have happened.
Su Luoluo should be 21 years old now. How is she doing? Has she become the best entertainment anchor? How is Li Yuxuan and his human self-rescue army developing? After three years, will the people who support the old gods give up because of their death?
This acceleration of time is like a fast-forward slide show in the players' perception. Players can know what is happening around them, and they also roughly know what they have experienced in the three years that have passed by so quickly. They will not actually experience the three years, but they will not be out of touch with reality either.
"Let's go." Noel suddenly stood up, having finished the pudding on the plate: "We have arrived - the headquarters of the Human Self-Saving Alliance."
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The crow began to sink in altitude,
The morning sun in the distance returns to the mountains inch by inch.
Su Mingan lowered his head and saw——
The light rails and viaducts are like mountains, winding through the city. The jagged and rocky buildings are mostly dozens of meters high, painted with highly saturated colors. The lights are like pythons all over the pipelines and high-rise buildings, and they still look bizarre even in the daytime.
Ancient eaves and mechanized steel are mixed together, and the red lanterns in front of people's houses are embroidered with Western cross elements. In the center is a tall church.
What stunned Su Mingan was that in the square of the church, there stood a statue of himself, more than ten meters high, surrounded by chrysanthemums. Even then, many players were still standing in front of the statue and crying. Some knelt down and kowtowed, some buried their heads in incense, some donated money, and some cried wildly while holding his black-and-white photo.
"Su Ming'an...goodbye...ah...Su Ming'an..."
"Su Ming'an... wuwuwu...Su Ming'an..."
It can be seen that the players are really sad.
Looking at the wonderful expression on Su Mingan's face, Noel laughed: "It doesn't matter now. After all, you are still alive."
"Welcome to—" He opened his arms as if embracing the wind:
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"——The years of the old 830 years (present), the old 622 years (past·Louyue era), and the old 512 years (past·Steam era)."
"The old god who has returned from the dead."
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