"The second time, Guy and I defected to the aboriginal camp." Alex said in a low voice.
"This time, with Guy's encouragement, I learned about these indigenous people and their beliefs in evil gods. I thought they were very stupid, but at that time, I felt stupid is a good thing for the first time."
Alex chuckled twice: "Their faith comes from the land and the Cthulhu. They will never leave the territory the Cthulhu has given them to invade other places. In other words, they will not be like the army on my side. The subsequent large-scale wars continue to invade other places."
"I foolishly thought that as long as the indigenous people win this war gently, it will be over."
"I already know that hiding this potion is useless, because those who are saved by me will tell their own faction about the effects of this potion no matter what, so this time I chose to tell the effects of the potion directly. Aboriginal."
Alex lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly: "After resurrecting two dead natives, these natives easily believed me. I created a large number of native undead army, made a plan, and attacked in an orderly manner. The enemy, soon I won a phased victory."
"When the opponent was desperate and prepared to use large quantities of artillery, I ambushed the opponent with an army of undead and transferred this large number of artillery to the indigenous people."
"On the sixth night, under the dual deterrence of the undead army and large quantities of artillery, they finally gave in and chose to negotiate peace with the indigenous people and gave up further offensive."
Alex’s voice was hoarse: "I don’t know how long such a false peace can last, but at that moment I was relieved. After the peace agreement was signed and the war ceased, I thought I would definitely win the game this time. But I never thought..."
He closed his eyes, took two hard breaths, and then continued with difficulty: "...When I returned to the aboriginal camp, they aimed their artillery at the undead army that had been fully resurrected."
"Those natives said that these undead people are evil and cursed by the gods. They have tolerated the existence of these undead people. They endured the war until the end of the war and finally decided to try them."
Alex said hoarsely: "No matter how I explain that this group of undead people will not be any different from normal people after they are fully resurrected, they still don't believe it. Everyone's face is filled with unspeakable fear, shouting loudly for this group. The undead will not die easily, and they must be repeatedly bombarded with cannons to blast them to pieces before they can no longer be resurrected."
"... The group of undead used to be their parents, friends, lovers, and even children. They knelt before me, holding their bodies and crying and begging me to resurrect them, but now, after using this group of undead to win victory , But because of the opponent’s strength, he was terrified, and in turn pronounced the opponent as a heresy and sent the opponent to hell."
Alex sneered: "How ironic, I was grateful that they didn't hurt others' ignorance, but this moment has become a weapon to hurt myself."
"I tried hoarsely to tell these undead people to escape, but they stayed where they were."
"Because in the process of their resurrection, they will gradually recover to the memories they had seven days ago. They don't know what happened in these seven days. They just blankly opened their arms to the relatives and friends who approached, showing their smiles, and letting them go. They put themselves on artillery."
Alex gritted his teeth: "Until they were aimed at the artillery hole, they still didn't understand what happened. I watched them yelling the name of their closest person at the moment they were fully alive. , Was blasted to crumbs by the closest people."
"... The second game, I lost again, I once again chose to read files and start over."
"In the third game, I didn’t join any camp. I went crazy and made my own army of undead to attack and control the other two camps. The more they resisted, the more people died. The greater the number of undead troops."
Alex took two deep breaths: "In this way, I soon took over the situation. The other two sides had to stop the war in order to contain me. They chose to cooperate. One side transported a lot of artillery, and the other side used the terrain to cooperate with each other to attack me. ."
"But the artillery was intercepted by me again. I experienced the first two times. Not only was I proficient in the rationing of firepower, but also very clear about the terrain. I thought it would be fine as long as it lasted seven days."
Alexton paused: "On the sixth night, I went to ask Cthulhu. I said that as long as there is no war in these seven days, I will win, right?"
"He said yes, but the world line you are on will continue to run with the world line you won."
Alex shed a tear, his tone choked: "... That is to say, if I win in this world line, I must keep making undead people to ensure that my camp is strong and clamp down on the other two. The factions cooperate to prevent them from going to war."
"But these undead people will become alive after seven days. They are no longer immortal. They are also normal living people of flesh and blood. If I continue to make undead people, I must keep killing people. If I Stop killing people, and the war will continue to erupt, and everything I want to change remains essentially unchanged."
"I once again chose to read the file and start over."
Alex stayed silent for a long, long time, his eyes staring blankly at the old Cthulhu idol: "... I did it again ten times, and I tried everything I could to prevent the outbreak of the war, to prevent everyone. die."
"But even if I have an unlimited amount of undead potions, with ten re-emergence opportunities, there will still be a large number of people who will die in this war."
"I realize that neither medicine nor I can save anyone. The only way to stop the war is that there is no initiator of the war, so that the harm of the war will not be further expanded."
Alex wept numbly: "So when I read the file for the last time, I chose to pour all the paint given to me by Cthulhu on the arsenal and kill everyone by myself on the eve of the war."
"In the end, the real world will run for the last time, I killed everyone, and the world's time continues to flow forward."
"And I lost the game with Cthulhu, so he combined my experience of cycling ten times to create this nightmare-like world of war, and he fixed me here forever as a character in his game, watching me. Pain as interest."
Alex hung his head, tears dripping from his jaw: "... Every cycle in this war world I exist starts with a new batch of soldiers that I have never seen before, and then with These soldiers playfully ended the undead I made by sinking into the bottom of the lake to count."
"I can't remember how many times Guy was sunk into the bottom of the lake and appeared in the tent, lying next to me, because the other living dead will forget what happened seven days ago after being resurrected. They don't remember anything."
"But I remember."
Alex smiled nervously at the woodcarving of the evil god, tears rolling down: "—every cycle, I remember it all!"
"Because I am not the living dead, I am the only living person in this world of the living dead. God does not allow me to die, so I can't forget it, I remember it all."
Alex’s voice was hoarse to the point of breath:
"At first I was trapped here, and I tried to change what happened here, trying to save them in this virtual world, but then I gradually became desperate-I can't change anything."
He smiled blankly:
"No one understands what I'm doing, except Guy, who completely believes in me, so I told him what might happen, Guy said, let's run away."
"We found a misty blank area, which should be the border of this virtual war world. We couldn't get out after using many methods, but neither Guy nor I gave up. After each cycle, I would talk to Guy again. We will come here again to find a way to go."
"Until one day." Alex whispered, "I knelt on the border, and the trapped desire drove me crazy. I heard the voice of the evil god again. He asked me, do you want to go out?"
"I said yes, he said he could design a channel for me to go out, but Guy and I can only escape from here, let me choose."
Alex's eyes flushed: "I chose to let Guy out."
"Guy doesn't know anything. He can't hear the voice of the evil god. I watched him disappear into the fog, and the surprise voice passed from the other end, saying Alex, I'm out!"
"The mist disappeared in front of my eyes for an instant. I saw Guy standing on the other side of the barrier. He smiled and waved to let me go out. I said that I have to study the rules of going out. It may have been a mistake just now. I may have to wait for the next seven days to come out."
Alex blinked slightly: "Guy is the living dead. I know he will be completely resurrected in the next seven days, and then forget that I am trapped in this world. He might think I am in that real world. Died."
"But at least, one person, my lover was saved by me."
"Guy came to the edge of the barrier to find me every day. He couldn’t come in. He shared with me what he saw outside. He was pleasantly surprised and said to me that he found me and his tomb. Irina’s letter and wedding dress, he said that the little girl grew up and actually made him a wedding dress."
Alex's voice choked: "He is smiling so happily with his wedding dress, I feel that my pain has meaning for a moment."
"But seven days later, I came to that boundary again, ready to see Guy for the last time before the cycle restarts..."
Alex trembled all over: "I found Guy on the other side of the barrier. He was holding up a wedding dress and turned into an unconscious corpse. He turned into a blue-and-white zombie."
"I almost went crazy, beating the woodcarving of the evil god over and over again and asking him why."
"Cthulhu told me that Guy was originally a living dead. When he left this virtual world and entered reality, the time on his body was also separated from the time in the virtual world and synchronized with the real time."
"The Cthulhu said in a compassionate voice, Alex, have you forgotten? In the real world, in the ending you chose, Guy had been bombed to death by you a long time ago. He was originally a corpse. "
"Guy can only live for seven days. After seven days, he will become what he should be in the real world."
"I am not reconciled. I have tried to get Guy out of here again and again, but I have failed, but I just make the border more and I don't know how many zombie brides."
Alex's voice gradually weakened: "I finally gave up. I numbly took the wedding dress and letters that the zombie Guy brought back, and waited until the next cycle to give it to another Guy, so that he could wear Elaine before he died. Na’s wedding dress is married to me, which is perhaps the most happy thing for him."
"...Others, I can't do anything."
Nishen stared at him: "You should hate the evil god, I don't understand why you are helping the evil god complete the sacrificial ceremony of this new heir to the evil god this time?"
Alex's eyeballs rolled, seeming to look at the god of rebellion, and then turned back to look at the statue of the new evil god: "--Do you know how to escape the control of a god?"
Rebelliously silent for a moment: "Go and create a new god, right?"
"How can you ensure that this new god is a good person and won't continue to design games to torture you?"
Alex's voice was almost inaudible:
"I don't know, but I have never seen the Cthulhu have such a strong obsession with a new soldier. The moment the soldier named Bai Liu entered this world of war, I heard the Cthulhu happily saying to me, New The evil god, the heir he has chosen has finally arrived."
"At that moment, I could hardly control my disgust towards Bai Liu, and I also hated the subordinates he brought in. I hated them contacting Guy very much."
Nishen recalled in his heart-so Bailiu told him before that he had just entered the game and saw Alex's first favorability score fell below the safety value, and the favorability of these players who chose to compete with Alex's rivalry All stabilized above 60.
It turns out that there is this reason behind it.
Alex continued: "But soon I didn't hate Bai Liu so much, because the evil god told me that once the new god takes shape, he will fall and his control over me will be lifted-this Bai Liu is here to destroy him. Then he inherited his divine position."
"The rotation between gods is also so cruel, and it's no different from humans." Alex couldn't restrain the mocking smile on his face, "-maybe because of the nature of gods, they are also humans full of desires."
"Have you never thought about why Cthulhu wants to tell you such information that is harmful to him?" Nishen said, "In case he wants to kill him..."
At this point, Nishen stopped abruptly.
Alex turned his head to look at Nishen, his brow bones were low, his eyes were gloomy, and his laughter was frantic: "—Who or who would kill me? The thing I am most afraid of now is death."
"I don't want to save anyone anymore, and I don't have anything to fear. No matter what the cost, as long as I can end it all, I am willing to do it."
Alex panted, eyes red:
"That guy, when the evil god said these things to me, and when Bai Liu would destroy him, he smiled from the heart."
"He fully expects Bai Liu to kill him and become a new evil god."
Alex sneered sickly: "—Probably he, like me, lives impatiently, waiting to die until he is going crazy in this world full of human ugly desires, so he expects someone to end himself. Life."
Alex looked straight at the wood carving of the old evil god:
"Did you know, new soldier, I talked to this evil god once after losing the game. He questioned me aloft and asked if I knew why I lost this game?"
"I said I don't know, I have tried my best, but still can't change anything, why can't everyone survive."
"So he laughed. He said that most of the human desires are based on mutual harm. The more unhappy a person, the stronger his desire to hurt others or his desire, the more meaningful his existence."
"He is the insight, store and listener of all evil desires in this world. As long as there is one person in this world whose desires are bloody, the game of Cthulhu will never stop."
Alex's eyes gradually shifted from the old woodcarving to the new woodcarving face: "- Bailiu, he found, is the player he found that fits best in the game related to desire. His desire is too strong, so strong that it can exceed this. Games, touching the existence of God."
"Bai Liu is a player born for the game of Cthulhu. Everything that Cthulhu has prepared in the game, war, destruction, death, and soul are all to celebrate his coming."
"God takes care of him and is willing to die for him." Alexton said, "Whether it is the last one who has fallen a long time ago, or the one who is full of expectations."
The smile on the old woodcarving of the Cthulhu God became more and more weird and gentle and sweet, and the new woodcarving of the Cthulhu God only had less than one-third left, and it was about to be perfectly born from the logs.
The smile on the face of the Xinxin God woodcarving is gentle and calm, like a compassionate god overlooking all living beings hypocritically.
Temple.
The petrification of the prophet sitting on the stone bench has spread to his heart, which makes it difficult for him to speak, and his voice becomes difficult: "-What did you put in this copy?"
The man in the hood carried a weird and gentle smile that was exactly the same as the old wood carving of the evil god. He put his palms together and opened his hands, and a pure black whip and a floating inverse cross appeared out of thin air between his hands.
"—His original weapons and beliefs."
The whip was covered with bone spurs and was extremely sharp. Compared with the previous siren bone whip and the lizard bone whip of spades, this whip was similar in appearance, but it carried a very obvious evil spirit.
The inverse cross is made of some unknown stone, and the color on it is as if blood is flowing, containing a kind of fascinating light.
The pupils of the prophet shrank for a moment: "You put Bai Liu's weapon and the inverse cross in this copy?"
"Bai Liu is the perfect heir I have selected from so many white six." The man smiled with indulgence, "I broke his original weapon and inverse cross. I should always replace him with a newer and better one. Isn't it?"
"It's like I killed his old god. I should give him a more perfect new god."
The prophet gasped hard: "Bai Liu hates you, he will not become your believer, so the statement you said to give him a more perfect new god is not true at all. He will not believe in you, nor will he If you want to give him something, Bai Liuhui will believe in only—"
"Tavel." The man under the hood opened his eyes, with a smile, "but the prophet, in the absence of Tavel, you have missed a person who believes in the White Willow Society."
The prophet was startled, his face completely frozen this time.
The man under the hood laughed: "—That is Bai Liu himself."
"The more perfect new god I am talking about does not refer to myself, but Bai Liu himself."
"Bai Liu doesn't like me, hates me, or hates me. I need him to have this kind of emotion towards me." The man's eyes were filled with a smile. You have to face me and kill me."
"—Because God is the only one who has the ability to kill God, Bai Liu should have fully understood this truth now. In order to kill me, he had to accept all the gifts I gave him about the power of God—"
The man smiled softly: "—and then become the new evil god who killed my old god as I wish."
The prophet was struggling as if he couldn't breathe, saying every word: "Do you really want Bai Liu to become a new god? You will be destroyed by him because of this."
The man in the hood stood up slowly. He turned his back to the prophet who was about to be completely petrified. He looked at the waves rising from the sea outside the temple, with a smile on his face and nothing reflected in his eyes:
"Prophet, you can see the future, then you should know that everything in this world is immortal, rocks, water, waves, sky and earth, even God will one day be annihilated."
"—That's why organisms have the instinct to reproduce. All conscious things are instinctively looking for some way to continue their existence."
The prophet coughed: "Are you trying to find the continuation of your own existence in Bai Liu?"
"No, I think it's boring to pursue this continuation of existence." He smiled, "So I hope there is someone who fully conforms to the rules of my game, and a player who can crack all of my games can break me. All the rules made by each world came to me and killed me as a game designer with my own hands."
His eyes hidden under his hood flashed with a strange light: "--Don't you think it's fun to be killed by such a person in a game?"
The prophet said hoarsely: "—So many white six can win your game, why did you choose Bai Liu as your heir?"
The man turned his head slightly and asked in a funny way: "-Then I ask you, why do you put all your winning chips on this white willow and why not put it on other white six."
The prophet was silent.
The man turned his head, and the sea breeze blew his long ponytail that was exposed outside his hood. He lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "—Because you and I know that this white willow is different."
"Bai Liu and those shoddy Bai Liu's souls are completely different. He is the most perfect and the most interesting."
"He has a soul full of desire and restraint."
"If I am going to fall in some way." He looked at the vast expanse of the sea and smiled expectantly. "I hope that Bai Liu who has such a soul will kill me with his own hands."