There are two orphans. They don't know who their biological parents are, so the two brothers have been dependent on each other since childhood.
Two tall and strong men, they are biological brothers.
The name is no longer important.
The important thing is that they are very human.
Because they were born in an orphanage, they had no names and no surnames; because for some reason the two of them had been very strong and without any pain since they were young, so they had never been in or out of hospitals or clinics.
They didn't know the reason until three years ago.
A god with vertical pupils came to them and awakened the true power within them.
It's just that the protoss has never given them any tasks.
"When the time comes, you will naturally know what to do."
And when they took off the cloak and threw it off the stage, they knew what they should do.
… …
"Don't be nervous... This is the task assigned to me by the boss..." The boy muttered to himself, rubbing his hands as he walked. Then he took off his cloak, just like the sacred mountain in the west that has been shrouded in clouds and mist for many years, spreading out, revealing its true face.
But at that moment, a sharp pain came from his vest.
A voice yelled: "Stop!"
You Long, who had been walking down the stage slowly just now, suddenly turned around, and the law arrived before anyone arrived.
The Law of Tyrannical Character spread like a devastating force. Some strong men who understood the law looked horrified, feeling that all the power of heaven and earth was spread instantly.
But this does not change the situation.
Because that assassination did not activate any laws.
The target they assassinated was just a helpless young man.
So they just calmly took out the dagger and stabbed it into the young man's heart. Another stabbed him in the kidney just to be cautious. The law of hegemony is permeating the air, but it is powerless. Because they did not use any laws, naturally no laws were spread.
The two brothers looked at each other, and then whispered: "The gods are eternal."
Just when the word Heng landed, a red shadow lit up above their heads.
The red shadow is thin, but it gives people a feeling of being overwhelmed by Mount Tai!
boom!
The two of them were smashed into a ball of flesh in an instant!
You Long put away his gun and hugged Yiyue Ye's body: "Priest!!"
Li Yu and Xue Linglong rushed over immediately, but they all looked at each other and shook their heads: "His heart was pierced. The most important thing is that he had not started to transform when his heart was pierced. There is no law. With the protection of my power, even if I cast the goddess’s blessing or any healing spell now, it will be useless.”
"Do something." You Long's voice was low, but it gave people a sense of suppressed rage. His eyes were reddish, and he looked at Li Yu like a wild beast: "Do something!"
At this time, another figure ran onto the stage.
Seeing Yiyue Ye's appearance, he froze in place.
When they saw someone coming, they all subconsciously gave way.
Because it was his biological brother──Goemon.
All the scenes were broadcast live by the huge light curtain in the sky. The two guards standing behind Yiyue Ye were Goosekiemon's confidants. It was also arranged by Goemon himself to guard Yiyue Ye, and he would never leave.
But in the end, these two men stabbed his heart with daggers.
"Use... use... soul-returning madness..."
A weak voice came, and You Long looked at the young man in his arms in shock, only to find that there was no fear of death in the young man's eyes, but a kind of enthusiasm and unwillingness: "Return to the madness..."
"Return to Soul Madness... Soul Return to Madness... What skill is this?"
"It's the adventure skill of a priest in our Assassin's League." It was Goemon who answered, but he looked at his brother's body in despair: "It can keep a player's life between the bottom lines for five minutes. . During these five minutes, all injuries are temporarily ignored. The only price is that after the spell is cast, the recipient will definitely die."
If in the game, you can stay alive for five minutes before dying, this is definitely a profitable skill. After all, after death, one is only resurrected at the Resurrection Altar.
But here's the reality.
There is no such thing as an altar of resurrection.
There is only life and death.
"Quickly...quickly..." Yiyueye was already breathing more out than in. Countless blood foam spurted out of his mouth every time he spoke with difficulty. You Long couldn't bear to see it, and gently stroked his wound with his right hand, and the ice sealed the wound.
… …
The priest from the Assassin's League was called to the stage, and then he used his skill - Resurrection Madness - in front of hundreds of thousands or millions of warriors.
Yiyue Ye slowly stood up. His face was livid and pale, and his lips had no color, just like a legendary zombie. But his eyes were blood red and deep.
In five minutes, he was going to die.
But he didn't have any negative emotions.
Uneasiness, panic, anger, none of it. Even being assassinated and betrayed by the two people who had been guarding him for several years did not make him feel angry.
Because at this moment, he felt his mission.
Maybe from birth to entering the game, getting its career.
Everything is for now.
His whole life was just for this moment.
"Everyone, get down, this is my stage."
One Moon Night glanced at Goemon, without any emotion, just as calm as water: "I said, everyone get out."
"This is mine, the final stage."
… …
Only January Night was left on the stage, standing in place.
He took out his phone from his pocket and pressed Transform.
Skill activation──sound combination.
Countless white lights emerged from all around him, and the white lights took shape.
Some are huge trumpets, and some are guitars, guzheng and other musical instruments.
At level 50, he has already maxed out all his skills, even though the singer has no skills in the first place.
When the sound combination started, the originally empty stage became dense.
He looked down the stage and ahead. A drone floated in front of the stage, broadcasting every move on stage.
"I can do nothing."
"I can only sing, so I'm going to sing now."
In one hand he held the rice peak floating on his chest.
… …
In that era, AD was used as the year.
At that time, an ancient civilization that claimed to be human calculated that the end of the world would happen in "2012", but what was ridiculous was that a large number of people believed it to be true. In those years, the number 2012 seemed like a cursed number. Countless people felt uneasy about this cursed year, but of course, it turned out to be just a joke.
But at that time, a band wrote a song named 2012.
Its content is about a pre-apocalyptic atmosphere.
This is what I want to sing on January Night.
There is no song more suitable to sing before this life and death battle and the end.
Mi Gaofeng put it to his mouth, and music sounded from various musical instruments and huge ancient speakers behind him. It was a kind of low-pitched electronic music. As soon as the music started, the mood of all the soldiers became calm.
It's like the calm before the storm, so deep.