When all truths are reduced to rhymes, at least let the martyrs choose the shape of the fire.
The storybook is full of correct answers, and we are the stubborn shipwreck,
Ah, farewell my friend! Our names will be reflected on all the polished windows!
"Cluster." After an inaudible sound of a launch, these people who have dedicated their lives to science saw the most dazzling blue light they had ever seen in their lives.
The martyrs chose the shape of fire.
When the brilliant blue light shot up into the sky——
They all stopped singing, laughed and shouted:
…
"Come on--'Dean Kyles'!"
"Let's jump off that Brooklyn Building together!"
…
…
“May the Bodhisattva bless you, may the Buddha bless you, may God bless you, may the lighthouse bless you, may the heavens and the earth bless you…”
Ding-ling-ding-ling-ding-ling-
The sound of a spinning bell represents a prayer.
The old people were mumbling prayers.
Xiaoxiao's cold fingers tightly grasped Wang Zhenzhen's clammy hand. The two of them were like two seedlings snuggling together in a storm, their eyes glued to the end of the gray, lifeless sky.
The rising stars, the shadows, and the white tentacles that cover the sky and the sun.
——There is the only hope, and it is also the final judgment that hangs over the heads of billions of lives and has yet to fall.
“May the Bodhisattva bless you, may the Buddha bless you, may God bless you, may the lighthouse bless you…May the heavens and the earth bless you, may your grace be revealed…”
This sound is not a lone cry, but rather the simultaneous existence of tens of millions of similar prayers, whether from players or Rovasha people.
"We must succeed, and we must board the ship safely..."
As far as the eye can see, there is an endless crowd of people. Thousands of players, like gravel washed onto the same narrow reef by the apocalyptic waves, are densely packed, filling up every inch of land where they can stand. The only common posture they have is looking up.
An old woman with gray hair was holding a worn leather Bible tightly in her trembling hands, her dry lips moving.
Not far away, a dark-skinned sturdy man who looked like a fisherman knelt down heavily facing the east where the sea and the sky met, shouting "Mazu Goddess" in a broken voice.
The monk, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, was striking a lacquered wooden fish, making a monotonous sound of "knock-knock-knock".
A young man wearing glasses was holding a thin book with yellowed pages and curled edges. What he was reciting was neither a Buddhist scripture nor a holy book, perhaps some pagan prayers, or perhaps just some self-comforting mumblings. The pages of the book were turning restlessly between his sweaty fingers.
More people hugged each other tightly and said their last words to their parents and children.
The most eye-catching thing is that many people actually worshipped a huge, cold lighthouse in the distance that emitted a faint orange-yellow artificial light. They put their hands together and called out "Lighthouse Bless You", as if this was a god worthy of entrustment in this era.
"It will be safe, nothing will happen..."
"May we all move towards a bright and glorious future..."
"Nothing will happen to my mother or me..."
"Grandma, don't cry, everything will be fine..."
"Hope everyone is safe..."
They have done everything they can, used up all the mana that could contribute energy, and are only waiting for the final judgment of fate.
At this moment, Xiaoxiao felt someone pulling her, and when she looked down, she saw a little girl. The moment she recognized her, she was so scared that she almost flew away.
"Shh..." Bonnie hugged the little bear and said, "I won't burn you. Sister Lin Yin taught me. I won't burn anyone casually."
This is the famous "naughty kid" Bonnie in the world game. She was caught by the Angel of Dawn and violently taught a lesson before she learned to restrain herself. Of course, her crimes can no longer be washed away, and even if she enters the new world, she will be punished by the subsequent order.
"Some of us are going to die, right?" Bonnie said.
"Don't worry so much about kids." Xiaoxiao frowned.
"I heard that the energy is still a little short. So people without enough spiritual energy cannot board the ship." Bonnie said.
Nonsense." Xiao Xiao immediately said with a fierce face: "We are all very spiritual people, how can we not successfully board the ship!"
"Look, there really isn't enough energy." Bonnie stuck out her tongue.
Xiao Xiao was so angry that his hair stood on end after being tricked by a little kid. But he soon heard Lin Yin's voice:
"Trust him."
A girl with flying black hair and wings of sunlight came over. Her cheeks were bathed in light, and she seemed like the embodiment of hope.
Lin Yin is the core of this group of players. She has long been the bridge between Luowasha and the main god world. For the general public, the top player they come into contact with the most is not Su Mingan, but Lin Yin. It is she who brings casual players into Luowasha in batches, it is she who calms the rejection and anxiety of Luowasha people, and it is she who organizes players to use mana instead of energy.
Su Mingan is the "spire" and she is the "foundation".
"Trust Su Mingan, he... will do his best to bring you all into a safe new world." Lin Yin already knew Su Mingan's decision and calmly comforted everyone.
"What is he going to do?" a casual player asked hurriedly.
"Is he all right?" another asked.
"Don't be afraid, Su Mingan has a death rollback, so nothing will happen to him." Someone said.
"He must be alive. Rather than letting people like Edward and Mizushima Chuan continue to be in power, it's better to have Su Mingan..."
"I hope he's alive. We've misunderstood him for too long..."
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