Chapter 135: The Final Exile
"Swish!" Su Ming'an used a sword to block the sticks that were poking at him and stabbed the sword into the heart of a townsman. He retracted the sword quickly and blood splattered on his face.
Jasmine slowly stood up with the help of the wall, her face still flushed. "My dear townspeople once told me that the travelers seemed to be targeting you. They are jealous of you, jealous of you having so many beliefs, jealous of you being different from them, jealous of... you, a "heretic" who is different from them. Aren't you and I in the same situation? An abandoned god, an unrecognized beacon."
Su Mingan glanced at his own health bar. 1430 was quite high at this stage, but it was gradually reduced to half.
As far as the eye could see, there were seven or eight bodies of townspeople lying under the table. They had died thoroughly and peacefully, as if their flesh and blood had melted in the flames.
A sea of fire gradually appeared before his eyes.
There was already a lot of blood on his body, some of it his own and some of it splashed by the townspeople. He was gasping for breath, and his wrist holding the sword was a little painful. He could feel the warning of his physical strength fading from every corner of his body, and his nose was filled with the strong smell of blood.
[You killed the townsman Green, Exp+1000]
[You killed the townsman Hill, Exp+1000]
[You killed...]
The fire burned quickly, especially the huge wooden coffin, which began to burn like a bonfire.
He smelled the smell of burning human flesh, and the townspeople fell down with smiles on their faces, their bodies burning with bright and hot flames.
The temperature is gradually rising.
"Ding-ling-ling..." The jewelry on "Jasmine" made a crisp sound, and her eyes looked sad.
"I am so lucky to have them." Jasmine murmured, "They are all willing to die for me - this is God and faith."
"You only possess their bodies. You are not worthy of being a god." Su Mingan responded indifferently.
[You killed the townsman El, Exp+1000]
[Ding Dong! You have been upgraded to a (Level 2, Level 3) player! ]
He quickly put points into physical strength and felt the surging fatigue subside a little.
He withdrew his sword.
——There are no enemies in sight.
The overwhelming fire had completely obscured his vision. The number of townspeople who died in the fire was far greater than the number he killed. He stepped back, and the table under his feet made a harsh creaking sound. He felt his back pressed against a cold, uneven surface - it should be the rusted statue.
He gasped for breath, but all he inhaled was the smell of burning flames and choking smoke. Then he began to cough. The more he coughed, the more he struggled to breathe. After slowly sitting down next to the statue, he saw a scarlet flame star playfully jumping up at him.
He could no longer see the open door.
The barrage is already anxious:
[Not good, not good, not good! ]
[Su Mingan cut off his own retreat. He shouldn't have thrown the candlestick. If he kills a few people at the risk of his life, there's still a chance.]
[This is Ming An's daily routine. He always likes to put himself in danger to make the other party relax their vigilance. I feel so sorry for him.]
[Let me go! Let me go! I will kill myself right here and then for this Jasmine to see! Who said that Su Mingan has no one behind him! Who said that no one is willing to sacrifice for him——! ]
[What kind of belief is it to die for God? Shouldn't God protect those who believe in Him? ]
[No, are you all crazy? The number one player is alone, do you really think he is a god? Are you crazy?]
【……】
"Jasmine" huddled in a corner nearby. There was a blood-red mark on her body that looked like Sanskrit.
Sanskrit protected "Jasmine" from the flames. She was standing against the wall in her bright red dress, with pity in her eyes.
"Traveler from the outside world, in this identity war that requires cooperation between factions, your situation is a bit difficult." "Jasmine" said: "But I have seen your problem - you are too bad at hiding it. At least for those who believe in you, you need to create a great and benevolent self. That kind of god is what they like and want, and is the goal they want to follow - you always have to give these stupid people some sweetness to reward their self-righteousness. As a senior, I gave you some guidance, and I hope you can understand it in the future."
"So, what you mean is that you need people who believe in you to die for you?" Su Mingan looked at her.
He is not a god.
He is just a student who has had some adventures.
Of course, this Jasmine is not like that either. Her character is much worse than his.
"At this point, you still refuse to admit it. Then goodbye." "Jasmine" seemed to be angry only because of his denial. She wanted to force him to admit his mistake like a child, but to no avail.
She snorted coldly, dragging her red dress, and slowly walked towards the fire.
Su Ming'an was close to the statue, surrounded by flames. Sparks flew onto the table, and he could gradually feel the approaching burning sensation.
...He originally thought that the other party would at least reveal some information.
Unexpectedly, she was also preaching to him in the opposite direction.
A dragon head cane appeared in his hand.
This key item might be able to provide him with some help...
A green shadow passed by.
"Jasmine" stared with a bit of confusion and disbelief, her hands covering her neck, but she couldn't hide the bright red that was gradually spreading there.
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