The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky seemed to have cracked into countless pieces. The heavy rain gathered into a waterfall, pouring down to the earth.
“Sizzle—Sizzle—”
Several thunder-like rays of light flickered on the glass platform high in the sky, and raindrops fell with blood-like drops of blood seeping out.
Su Mingan felt that everything in front of him was very fragile, the glass platform under his feet, the sword in his hand, and even... himself. They were all like a small boat that could capsize in the heavy rain at any time.
The wind swept the entire sky, and the rain of bullets was even denser than the rain. More than a hundred mechanical armies had fallen before his eyes.
But there was still a steady stream of mechanical troops pouring towards him from the broken windows.
The bullet grazed his cheek, a few strands of hair fell, and a trace of blood slid down the corner of his right eye, like a bright red eyelash.
“Click.”
There was a crisp bone cracking sound from his right arm, probably caused by swinging the sword too hard, and there was a warm and wet touch on his shoulder, like blood. He could no longer remember how many wounds there were on his body, and getting hurt had become a habit.
In the gray rain, no one spoke, only the sounds of artillery fire and swords. However, in the dull air, it seemed as if floating with the resentment of millions of soldiers and civilians in the ruined world.
...I don’t want to lose.
...I don’t want to bow to the invaders.
...They don’t want to give up this world where they have lived for thousands of years.
Su Mingan could hardly hear any sound other than the sound of the rain hitting the glass. In the hypothermia, he could only keep warm with blood, and he could only feel the warmth if any part of his body was bleeding.
...When I reach level 5 and settle accounts, I must have gained a lot of experience during this period. He thought vaguely.
In his fuzzy hearing, he heard a "crackling" sound coming from the sky, which should be the signal from Captain Mu to adjust Xiaomei.
As he turned back to slash, he saw a white figure passing by the edge of his vision. It was Bei Lisel.
The mechanical army did not attack Bei Lissel. Bei Lissel had been standing in the corner of the glass platform with his pupils dilated.
Suddenly, Bei Lisel raised his head and looked at the god who was holding the helicopter door in the air.
The god had been silent for a long time, like an audience member caught in a grand drama, silently witnessing the end of the world. His expression was a restrained indifference, without the excitement of impending victory on his face. To be more precise, he looked more like a bystander who was about to offer a flower to a grave.
There is only sadness in the eyes of the gods.
The sadness of Su Mingan, a person who is very similar to him. He looked at Su Mingan as if he was looking at the past, and also as if he was looking at the future.
Bei Lisel's pupils trembled violently, and he fell into a struggle between clarity and madness. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head and roared at the god:
"——Where did you hide Asa!!! God!!"
The god lowered his head and looked at him indifferently.
"——You must have hidden Asa! Otherwise, how could you have the authority to use his body! He has administrator privileges, how could you invade his body! Give Asa back to me! Give it back to me!!" The messy white hair stuck to Bei Lisel's cheek like snow that was about to melt. He stretched out his hand, made claws out of his five fingers, and hooked them towards the sky, as if this could hurt the gods who were so far away from him.
His pupils were bloodshot, and his expression was almost ferocious:
"Give Asa back to me! Give Asa back to me!!!"
"Why do you all want to persecute him? Why do you all want to target him?"
"Why can't he live! Why can't he live! He is only nineteen years old, why?!"
Amid the sound of the dripping rain, his voice pierced out like a needle, and the extremely high pitch made the god frown slightly.
"Shut him up."
The god spoke coldly.
Several mechanical armies turned their heads and took a few "bang bang" steps, instantly controlling Bei Lisel. The rough touch of bricks and stones pressed against Bei Lisel's back, and he spit out blood.
Bei Lisel's melee ability was extremely weak, and Ming's clone could easily suppress him at the beginning.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."
Blood fell with the sound of coughing, dripping onto the glass on the ground. The place where Bei Lisel stepped on was already stained with blue blood - these were all cut by Su Mingan's swordsmanship on the mechanical army.
Su Mingan's figure was about to be buried in the piles of mechanical wreckage, and Bei Lisel could no longer see Su Mingan's appearance. His pupils began to lose focus, tears fell down his cheeks, and he made a sound like a wounded cat:
"Why...why am I the only one who remembers him. Why am I the only one who still loves him now..."
"Why……"
"Why can't such a good person come back..."
Billions of people in the ruined world will not ask whether the current Aktor is the Aktor of the first year of the catastrophe. Now that there is a bionic body with the same personality, appearance, and voice, who else but him will miss the real Aktor day and night?
"I……"
Bei Lisel lowered his head and said nothing more, and the gods paid no attention to him.
"clang!"
The sword blade pierced into the chest of a mechanical army, piercing through the opponent's core energy. Su Mingan staggered back a step, and a crisp "click" sound came from his right ankle.
Hypothermia blurred his senses, and when he heard the sound of bones cracking, he simply tilted his body to the left, without the energy to care.
"I kind of regret agreeing to Lin Guang not to kill you." The god said, "Who would have thought that you would be so tenacious and delay me for so long."
He looked at the glass platform in the sea of blood. This scene was not enough to describe even if blood was flowing. The mechanical wreckage piled up into a small hill, leaving only the area in the center of Su Mingan as a pure land. Even the sword of Alman was full of metal cracks. Even if it was a gold-level weapon, its durability was almost cut off.
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