He suddenly turned his head and looked in one direction.
At the same time, Xiaona, sensing something, instantly looked in that direction.
“Bang!”
It sounded like something was knocking.
"Crash--" a sound like glass breaking was heard.
A huge skeleton appeared in their eyes with heavy rumbling steps, and there was a condensed ball of light on the chest of the skeleton.
On the shoulders of the skeleton stood a blue-haired boy, wearing a black robe like a funeral attire, with two long white cloths embroidered with golden crosses draped over his left and right shoulders, fluttering in the wind.
Seeing Su Mingan, the blue-haired boy raised his lips and said, "I told you long ago that you should choose me. Look, isn't my story much more exciting than Ashley's?"
Wingless... and the Ninth Seat.
Su Mingan recognized the ninth seat because the aura of this skeleton was consistent with the aura of the ninth seat at the meeting. These organizers had been planning for a long time and could no longer endure the confinement of the world game. Seeing such a good opportunity this time, they took action one after another.
The always quiet white door welcomed so many uninvited guests today.
Xiaona looked calm, as if the three high-dimensional beings were just clowns in front of her.
"Hi, hi, hi, Su Ming'an." Wu Yi waved his hand: "I'm not here to fight today, I'm just here to talk - join me, join me, since Xili is not here this time, you should choose me!"
"Join you? The world game is about to be reset, what can you do? How can I help you?" Su Mingan said indifferently, thinking that Si Que was an OC... No, Si Que's comrades are really crouching tigers and hidden dragons. In front, Xili is the "seed", and in the back, Wuyi is the "god of the ninth seat".
Si Que had said long ago that the concept of creation is a kind of "future positioning", capturing things that will happen in the future in the mind through a flash of inspiration, putting them into writing, and thus creating connections. So Xili and Wuyi are indeed comrades in Si Que's writing, but they are also real people.
You are worthy of being called Lord Magpie for being able to capture such awesome inspiration.
"...I'm here to extend an invitation, Su Ming'an." At this time, Noel's voice sounded: "Join me, you have already learned most of the truth. You should understand that the only solution is to eliminate the World Game. Let's work together to end the cycle."
"Getting rid of the World Game is not the only solution. It's just that you have joined the Lord of the End of All Things, so you can't choose another method - leaving the World Game." Su Mingan stood with his arms crossed and tried to say, "I don't understand why the two of you value me so much. I'm just a third-level god."
There was only rationality in his eyes. When he faced his old friends, it was as if he was facing two strangers with ulterior motives.
Wuyi's expression moved slightly, and Noel showed a subtle smile.
They were about to say something when they were interrupted.
"——Because you are the student who got full marks in this 'exam', the number one player in power, Su Mingan."
At this moment, the sound of "crackling" suddenly rang out again.
In the thick gray fog, a figure covered with words and distorted lines slowly appeared. In this blurry fog, there were two figures——
A young man with a pair of eyes engraved with hour hands, shiny golden hair, a broad forehead, a high nose bridge, a thin chin, and wearing a deep blue robe engraved with hour hand patterns.
"The Prophet" Alande.
A young man with flying red hair, jingling earrings, sharp facial features, wearing a black tight leather jacket, leather rings and iron nails on his arms and thighs, and a pair of high-heeled Martin boots on his feet.
Alger the Exploder.
——Su Mingan didn’t expect to see any players other than Noel.
In the destruction of the Lord of the End of All Things, these two were able to escape.
Alger was previously the messenger of the Sixth Inorganic God. After the Inorganic God fled, Alger quickly found his next employer—the Eighth.
Alande... was extremely shocking. Although Alande was the tenth player on the list and his strength had never dropped, he had always been out of Su Mingan's sight, either with Mizushima Kawaseong or acting alone.
"Ailander, the last time I heard from you... you were returning to the First Age through the Time Spirit and contacting the authority of 'time'." Su Mingan said, "Now it seems that you have become a third-level god through the authority of 'time', and have contacted the Eighth Seat, and are working with Alger as the same master?"
"What do you mean by working together as a master... Player One, you should understand one thing." Alan smiled subtly, with his index finger raised in front of his lips:
"Being with Gao Wei does not mean surrendering."
"Stick to human dignity does not mean victory."
"Just like now, we who have contacted the higher dimension have all survived, but the other players who insisted on 'human self-esteem' are gone."
"As long as we can end the cycle of the world game, no means should be considered shameful. Even if we have to bow down and be insulted... this is our own business. Just like you, the first player, you were in the same situation in the early stage of the dungeon... weren't you in the same situation?"
Su Mingan's eyelids twitched.
"As for me... I am not unknown either." Alande blinked his eyes and suddenly showed a sly smile: "I can answer a question that the first player has been wondering about."
"What?" Su Mingan raised his eyebrows. What was he confused about?
"I once wrote a forum post..." Alan put his hands together, his deep blue eyes were bottomless under his broad forehead:
"A brief analysis of how players can save themselves."
"It should have appeared in the seventh memory lens."
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