As the night drew to a close, dark clouds rolled across the sky, as if brewing an unknown fate.
The street lights in the city-state were lit up one by one due to program control, so people hiding in their houses could see clearly what was happening outside even if they turned off the lights.
They saw between the rolling black clouds - there was actually a pair of blood-red eyes fixed high in the sky. The blood-red pupils were filled with complex magical patterns, and it seemed as if it was looking down at them coldly.
Even though it didn't make any movement for a while, like a sticker in the dark, the scene had already made the residents, who had become frightened birds, extremely panicked.
Under the bell tower, a team was discussing strategy.
"...Is Su Ming'an still not awake?" Player Locke wiped his rain-soaked glasses. He looked at a tall building in the rain, which looked like a black dragon lying down in the heavy rain.
“Hey…Hey hey!”
The measurer Krissy tapped the communicator with his fingers and heard a noise like scratching a blackboard. He couldn't help but feel violent and threw the communicator to the ground.
He spread his hands and said angrily: "What's going on with Su Mingan! We contacted Noel but there was no response. How come these top players are acting like riddlers? At least let us know what to do next!"
He turned around in circles and angrily said, "I'm soaked to the skin and the signal is down again! I've never felt so frustrated before!"
Beside him, Tai Chi master Wu Yu shook his head calmly, with an air of immortality: "It cannot be described, it cannot be explained."
Locke said calmly: "Let's wait and see, maybe the NPC will take action."
He raised his head and looked towards the bell tower.
This dilapidated city has gone through seventy years of changes. The surface of the bell tower is full of gun holes, like a black fire stick.
A group of people wearing blood-red cloaks were standing on the bell tower. In wartime, the blood-red cloak had another meaning, that is, a commander-level figure.
On the bell tower, a middle-aged woman with a goshawk on her shoulder put down the telescope in her hand, and her blood-red cloak fluttered slightly.
"The rain is so heavy... I can't even see the blood on the ground, and even the mountains in the distance are obscured..." Beside her, a white-haired old man had flickering eyes.
"How is the escape plan going? It's still time to take some people out now." said the middle-aged woman.
"Anita, do you want to escape?" The old man frowned. He was Yalin, the lord of Hope City, and he had been fighting with Su Ming'an.
Anita tightly gripped the telescope and snorted, "I am only responsible for my mercenary team. I want to keep them alive. There is obviously something wrong here. I don't believe that the god cut off all signals just to see us running around like a headless fly. If we don't run now, it will be too late."
Yalin frowned slightly and was about to persuade him, but someone next to him waved his hand.
"Then go ahead." Xilai from Antofa City said, "Anita, you have the freedom to choose to survive."
His words were full of pessimism. The situation had taken a turn for the worse and even he felt confused.
"I don't advise you to go with me. Thank you for respecting my decision." Anita bowed to them and said her final goodbye. She took a step, jumped down from the edge of the bell tower, and left with her elite team.
In the heavy rain, her figure quickly became blurred. From high above, it was difficult to see the dark streets below.
The people on the bell tower looked at her leaving back, and Yalin bit her lip.
"Are we really not leaving..." someone whispered.
"Everyone is ready to die in battle." A man in black robes said, "Even if we escape now, we will only survive. Balk, Gena, Benny, Ying Fei, Molite... They are all holding on. Even if we can't contact other troops, we can't give up."
"Humanity has not fought to this day to make our grandchildren slaves," said Hillay.
"I hope he can lead us to victory..."
During the rainstorm, only the sound of the bell in the bell tower echoed.
…
Su Mingan felt chilled to the bone.
Although there was no mirror, he seemed to see his own gray eyes, which were reflected in his senses, and he saw the boundless emptiness of the universe. Chaotic blocks of color flew in front of his eyes, and his whole body felt dry and cold as if it had been roasted.
Even if he didn't look, he could still feel the deep suffering. Even if he didn't listen, someone would always pour the sound into his ears. Those sharp and spicy emotions passed by his eyes again and again. His limbs were numb, and all the blood in his body gathered in his head.
My vision had long been blurred and I couldn't see anything. All I could hear were the wails and screams of countless people.
They pierced him like long, cold needles.
He was assigned a role, and although he did not have to act out every word and deed of that role, the system's tasks required him to conform to the character's actions, and the words of those around him would also affect his own positioning - all of which would subtly influence him.
He has always been very good at hypnotizing himself, and he is also very good at understanding the ideas of the people he possesses. At the same time, when acting, he will try his best to make himself exactly like the character.
He always has the strongest sense of "substitution".
He had never been so desperate for rest before. The emotions in his chest seemed to be out of control, leaving only the pain that could not be concealed. He could not distinguish the boundary between reality and illusion, and there was no sense of reality at all.
It was like sinking into cold water.
Countless water plants dragged him down and he drowned.
“…”
"...Su Ming'an, Su Ming'an!"
“——Su Ming’an!!”
In the dark night, a dense crowd of people gathered outside the church.
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