1.
The banquet was still going on, with melodious music, drinks and snacks, and beautiful NPCs shuttled between the banquets.
Although the morning is not a regular time for banquets, the banquets in the upper city are always open day and night, and anytime is a good time to have fun.
The contestants will gather together, on the other hand, it is because the previous meeting has not finished yet, and the sky outside is cloudy.
The light was dim, not much brighter than when the white ghost haunted it yesterday. So most people decided to stay in the banquet hall, where the light is bright and there are many people who can help. You don't have to go back to your residence to watch the video to find the Avengers. What's more, Mr. Ange is still willing to guide everyone to find the Avengers at any time.
Moreover, everyone silently thought that no matter what the organizer wanted to do, it was always safer to be in front of Mr. Ang. He is the spokesperson of the organizer in this game, developing the plot and controlling the rhythm. If they wanted to have fun with the players, they would have to consider Ange's safety more, and not confuse him with them.
The organizers pretend it's a free-for-all, but it's not, and when you're doing a kill show, you're supposed to have a bigger picture of things.
Summer was going fast, and the cave wasn't too far from the main ballroom.
When he walked in, the people inside hadn't figured out what was going on. They heard gunshots first, and it seemed that someone had clashed with the bodyguard NPC outside... But no one here should have trouble with the bodyguards, their trouble is mutant creatures.
There were only two gunshots, and the exchange of fire was not intense. It seemed that the battle had just begun, and it quickly died down.
At this moment, the man pushed open the door and walked in.
It's summer. He was single-handedly, badly wounded, covered in blood, especially his right hand, which was completely disfigured. But he held a gun in his left hand, looking menacing, looking like he was looking for big trouble.
The music was a little lower, and it seemed to have weakened before his momentum. The people around touched the gun subconsciously, and when they saw that it was Xia Tian, they let go of their hands again.
When he walked into the banquet hall, he must have had a hemostatic needle before, but it was no longer effective, and blood dripped all the way along the place he walked, but he had a clear goal, glanced around, and went straight to the lawyer in charge.
The moment Xia Tian came in, Ange saw him.
The lawyer in charge NPC hastily stretched out his hand to draw out his gun, Xia Tian raised his hand, the energy gun pierced his wrist, and the gun flew out.
Ang was clutching his bloody arm. He used to carry multiple guns like all the Killing Show contestants, but this time he only brought one. He is the host of the ceremony, he is very safe here, he is no longer the target of killing, and the monsters will move away when they see him.
A few bodyguards next to him quickly put their hands on the handles of their guns, but didn't take them out for a long time, as if it was an extremely difficult decision to attack a lowly Kill Show contestant.
Xia Tian said: "I want the inheritance."
"You're crazy!" said Angle.
He said to a circle of bodyguards: "What are you looking at, shoot!"
No one fired, Xia Tian walked over without stopping, An Ge bent down to pick up the gun on the ground.
At this moment, he saw a delicate silver high-heeled shoe stepping on the gun, and with a force, the gun slid three meters back. He raised his head and saw An Xiaoyin.
She looked down at him with that soft smile he always emphasized to her.
At the same time, Xia Tian had already walked up to him, kicking towards his lower abdomen.
This movement was so ruthless that Ange fell to the ground and hit the corner of the table, his viscera twisted together in pain. Since receiving the amnesty, he has never suffered such a loss. Of course, he never went to the battlefield again.
He went to look at the gun again, Xia Tian followed with one step, and kicked again, with great strength, he didn't look like he was injured at all. The severe pain exploded in an instant, and Ange curled up, unable to get up again. He realized that this man knew a lot about street fights and how to quickly incapacitate people.
Just a lowly gangster from downtown, a loser eliminated by the social system, a victim of entertainment—
Next to him, a bodyguard finally raised his gun uncertainly, pointing at Xia Tian.
But the next moment, there was another sound of a bullet being loaded from the banquet hall.
A voice said, "Try shooting."
There was a dead silence in the banquet hall. Directly opposite them, a brown-haired man raised a gun in one hand and pointed at the bodyguard.
He was tall, and he was dressed in formal attire, but he couldn't suppress the sense of strength of the whole thug. He held a heavy predator gun in his hand, which was as black as a steel beast. He looks very skilled with a gun, and he is someone who can kill people in an instant.
His actions finally made the bodyguards react, and several of them picked up their guns and aimed at the man who dared to challenge the lawyer in charge.
And the next second, An Ge heard the sound of countless gun safety being pulled out in the banquet hall.
No one spoke, and the scene was oppressive. Just now, this group of people looked as if they were drunk, but at this moment, all the barrels were ready to fire, and they were aimed at Ang's direction. murderous.
Ange made a decision in a split second, reached out to grab a bodyguard's gun, and at the same time opened the safety, aiming at Xia Tian.
But as soon as the barrel was raised, the man shot him in the right hand again.
He let out a cry of pain, and the gun fell to the ground. Xia Tian took a step forward and looked at him condescendingly.
At this moment, Ange clearly realized where he was wrong - since Xia Tian pushed open the door and walked towards him, when he unconsciously took a step back, he was not right.
He shouldn't have retreated, shouldn't have picked up that gun, let alone snatched the bodyguard's gun, it was too hasty and too obvious. He completely lost his composure and judgment in the presence of this man—
"It's impossible for me to give you the right of inheritance!" He shouted towards Xia Tian, "Xiu has rules—"
"I don't care!" Xia Tian said, kicking his lower abdomen again.
The blow was so severe that An Ge was so painful that he didn't even cry out.
This is what Bai Jingan saw when he walked in.
The banquet was full of luxury, the bodyguards and the players were confronting each other, and all the guns were brought out, of different types, full of murderous looks. But in the core scene, it is a street fight posture.
Ange was shouting about the rules of inheritance, Xia Tian said coldly: "I don't like torture, Mr. Ange, but it doesn't mean I won't."
Everyone looked at this scene gloatingly, Bai Jing'an walked up to Xia Tian, looked down at the lawyer in charge, his gray pupils were cold, without the slightest emotion.
Seeing him, Ange shouted, "Bai Jing'an, if you don't want to die, let him calm down—"
Before he finished speaking, Xia Tian kicked over again.
Bai Jing'an watched Xia Tian step on An Ge's shoulder, turning him over. He couldn't use one hand, so Bai Jing'an took his gun, switched it to the incinerate function, and handed it back.
Xia Tian's gun barrel was pointed at An Ge's knee, and he was familiar with the procedure of torture.
In the world built by the TV station, everyone has suffered countless crimes, and they are all top-notch torturers. Ange has been taught many times, and he himself is one of these people.
He won the ticket to leave the nightmare at any cost, stood on a higher ground, and became the spokesperson of "fate", and he would never return to this endless Shura field again.
"You can't do this!" He shouted towards Xia Tian.
Then he suddenly turned his head and shouted at everyone in the room: "It's him, Xia Tian is the Avenger! Kill him, and the game will end!"
No one spoke, the music was still playing, and everyone looked at him blankly. Bai Jing'an seemed to think he was funny, and even raised the corners of his mouth, without the gentle and refined look in his impression. It was a devilish cold, hateful, gloating smile.
The whole hall seemed to be looking at him with the same face, a cold and mocking face.
Bai Jing'an said to him: "We want the inheritance."
Jakovsky considers this moment to be a milestone in his career.
But when you reach the top, everything after that is a milestone.
After the fire started in the summer, Georg came to the planning center panic-stricken, with a bunch of bad ideas on how to get their new star "into orbit." They have the ability to use the players' penalty chips, and they can forcefully intervene, so they just need to spend a little time on editing.
It was Yakovsky who dissuaded Georg.
He called up the consumption trend map of the third arena since the start of the game and put it at the maximum. Every section of the rising curve is an uncountable amount of money. In the past three days, the rise has reached an unimaginable level.
They all know what this means, and the company has analyzed it countless times: This shows that even if the third game ends within a week, it will earn more than the others combined.
Because compared to the third arena, all other events are dull. People are tired of the game-like fighting and killing on the field, and want to come "for real". The appetite of the audience is always getting bigger and bigger, like a wolf that has tasted blood.
"I don't think the point is the last day's ascent," Jakovsky told Georg, "but here—"
Under the holographic simulation, he pointed to the rising money curve with its bright red tail a day ago.
"We slept for three days in Xia Tian, and we didn't do any major things, but the ratings of the third game are still high, 25 percentage points higher than previous rounds of killing shows." Yakovsky said, "You know this Does it mean something?"
"What?" Georg said.
"They don't care about the content," Jakovsky said, "they just want to see summer."
Georg stared at the analysis chart without speaking. Jakovsky knew what he was thinking, and for a fresh master planner, it was a good new start on the board.
But these days, people don’t have to worry about too much, get work done, have fun, and spend some energy on a pretty bed partner and a bank account.
It is not difficult to convince such a person.
"We're going to make gods," Jakovsky said to his boss, "because the 'gods' will just be there and the money will come. But gods aren't easy to make."
He looked directly into Georg's eyes, and he seemed so fully awake at one of the few moments in his life.
"There is only one God, and everything in the world must surrender under His feet."
Xia Tian on the main screen stood in the firelight, dazzling almost brilliantly.
"Of course we are no exception," Jakovsky said.
The chief director of Killing Show single-handedly presided over the show.
In the fourth round, he put the entire planning team at the feet of the god he created, like an offering.
The people in the summer planning team have been trying to restore the plot to normal and return to the track of two centuries. They poured down rain and wanted to kill that network logistics guy as punishment, trying to bring back some dignity to the organizers.
Yakovsky remained silent. Holding the wine bottle, he dutifully reviewed, approved or refuted the plans sent from below, and selected the most reasonable ones, discarding those that were too mild or extremely perverted, without adding any water.
You must know that the creation of gods is extremely harsh and requires the most solid foundation. The foundation is made of real bones and pain, without any tenderness or pity.
He is always alone. Half drunk, half awake, in this mad and mundane backstage, only he could see that path. Dangerous, grand, bloody trail.
He is entrenched in the garbage-like throne, his eyes are always drunk, and there is a bottomless abyss in the depths, watching everything coldly.
In the main screen, the gang of thugs following Xia Tian has arrived, each and every one of them is scarred, but they will kill anyone.
They didn't communicate, but seemed to know instinctively what to do.
They all looked at Xia Tian.
Angus gave in.
Everyone will bow to him.
2.
"Today, I am here to announce," said the lawyer in charge, "the scepter of the Shi Empire finally has a strong and cruel heir—"
Following his voice, the surrounding light dimmed.
This is keyword and audio recognition—Xiamen guessed right, the lawyer in charge does have the authority to identify heirs under special circumstances.
The situation on the field changes rapidly, requiring various on-the-spot judgment abilities. For example, there was an explosion in the arsenal three days ago, turning more than fifteen sub-stores into ashes. All the top-level thermal weapons were placed there, and the treasure map was not so fire-resistant.
Therefore, the lawyer in charge NPC needs to master the core authority, so as to control the rhythm, temporarily change the plan, and make things develop in the direction the planning team wants.
But now, this "spokesman of the God of Destiny" is sitting on the ground miserably, next to a group of vicious thugs. His authority is still very high, but things are beyond his control.
"Today, I will hand over the power of the empire to you." Ange said to Xia Tian, "The world will surrender at your feet, and the endless bones will extend to the other end of the horizon—"
His voice was hoarse, dry, and cornered, which suited the oath.
At the same time, the light is getting darker and darker, not only the banquet hall, but the whole world is getting darker. The dark clouds outside the window were heavy and heavy, as if something big was about to happen.
The music has long since disappeared, and the confrontation is over. The arena has turned into a dark night. This darkness is exquisitely crafted, with extremely weak light flowing, making people yearn for brightness even more.
In the darkness, the surroundings of Xia Tian lit up.
The light was pale gold, divine, and fell on his hair, eyelashes, and skin. He was covered with wounds, but everything was purified under the golden color, he no longer looked embarrassed or fragile, and the wounds and body seemed to have a great significance that the human mind could not understand.
Countless golden skeletons appeared at his feet out of thin air, extending without bounds.
The banquet hall is no longer a banquet hall, but some ancient, desolate and sacred place, and everything he sees is of great significance.
Then, the unseen force summoned the golden light of the corpse, and the light rose and converged, brushing the people's bodies, and gathered in the same direction. Anyone can see that this is not pure light, but real matter.
What remained of the skeleton became dark and broken, like layers of shadows stretching across the floor.
The mysterious power gathered in front of Xia Tian, and then turned into a long sword piercing the ground.
In the darkness, the scene attracted everyone's attention. Xia Tian was stunned for a moment, not sure if it was a real sword, it stood quietly in front of him, he stared at it for two seconds, then stretched out his hand and pulled it out.
it is true.
Jianfeng brought out a golden arc of light under his movement, and the person next to him unconsciously took two steps back, even though he had already stood far enough.
The next moment, the sword body turned into golden fine sand in Xia Tian's hands, bright and psychedelic, like a living thing, flowing up from his fingertips, blending with the black doomsday beast on the cuff, and the golden and pitch-black rivers converged. The organizer once again successfully used modern technology to create the texture of unspeakable mysterious power.
This divine power flows in an orderly manner in Xia Tian's arms, gorgeous and dark, turning into something that seems to have been destined in ancient times——
It was a half body armor.
It climbed up his arms in an orderly manner, covered his shoulders, and covered his face.
Xia Tian stood still, letting this coronation continue.
The floor of the Fujin Planning Department was completely silent. Most of the people had nothing to do with the third arena, but they all held their breath and watched without blinking.
Yakovsky thought that Xia Tian was probably in a hurry, hoping to end it quickly so that the medical team could come in.
On the half of the human body outside his armor, the punishment from the planning team still remained, all covered in blood. Just a half-grown young man, a lowly city criminal, forced to the throne, the whole world surrenders at his feet, claiming that he is the omnipotent god of war.
This time, what they gave him was the "Scepter of the God of War".
The battle armor is very cool, with a cold mechanical texture and an old gold effect, as if from an ancient and mysterious time. It was the work of one of the top designers in Uptown, and Jakovsky knew what he wanted to achieve, and there was always someone in the world who could do it for him.
It covers half of Xia Tian's face, and the goggles block his left eye, so he will be able to see the data analysis of all creatures in the field of vision, as well as the attack interface.
The armor somehow erased the human part of him, making him seem invincible and no longer from the world. Be a giant gun, a god.
His judgment is right, there is a kind of power in Xia Tian, and it will only be more radiant under strong light. Seriously injured so far, but more and more gorgeous.
The "Beast of Doom" turned into a heavy gun and fell on his left arm, with full authority and a threatening aura.
For a moment, Jakovsky felt the whole building shake.
He thought to himself that he must have drunk too much. This is the upper city, and there is no possibility of an earthquake.
He continued to stare at the picture in front of him, and the ratings figures brought a shuddering current. When there were so many people staring at this peak entertainment delivery ceremony in Uptown, his brain could no longer form a clear concept.
"Looking" is inherently powerful, unrivaled in Uptown.
This is the god he created.
Ange came over, knelt down on one knee in front of Xia Tian, and continued: "Everything in the world will be your obedient subjects—"
— as a rule he had to kiss the barrel of the gun. Yakovsky knew he would do it, but anyone who could get an amnesty order would be absolutely tamed, and no scum of self-esteem would be left behind.
Ange did indeed, he leaned over and kissed the barrel of the gun with a solemn and formal expression.
But it didn't work, Xia Tian's gun pressed against his chest, preventing him from approaching.
Xia Tian did not shoot. He can't shoot, he needs to end the ceremony as quickly as possible, Wei Xi can't take any risks.
God of War approached An Ge, put the barrel of the gun on his chest, and said, "Boom!"
Jakovsky heard a loud "boom", and the whole building shook.
He stood up uncertainly, looked around, thought for a moment that it was lightning, and then realized that it was not, the roar was coming from under his feet.
His mind is still full of Xia Tian's smile just now, so handsome that it makes people stop breathing. This is the smile of death, Angle is finished, and the summer worshipers will send him to the altar in less than an hour after the game. Because "God" has spoken.
And Xia Tian himself definitely knows about this—
Someone was banging on the door outside, and Jakovsky heard someone screaming in the corridor, panicked, like the end of the world.
Then, he heard another loud boom, and the whole earth trembled.
He turned and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, staring wide-eyed into the distance.
The main building of Fujin TV Station is extremely high, and the planning center is on the top floor, overlooking the lakeside scenery of Yingkong Lake.
It is the biggest jewel in the crown of Uptown, and most of the time it is as smooth as a mirror, as if a piece of the sky was cut out and placed in the city.
Yingkong Lake adopts a senior membership access system and has its own climate system. It often emits rays of light in the evening, and the pictures are so beautiful. Being in it, you must not be able to tell the difference between heaven and earth.
But at this moment, the mirror-like Yingkong Lake changed, and the wave crests were like countless white dragons, scurrying wildly, and the luxurious sailboats were like toys, disappearing under the waves in a blink of an eye.
The surrounding trees trembled like chaff, and fell in pieces, as if a terrifying monster was about to come out of the lake.
The island sank, and the Yingkong clubhouse, like a struggling resident in fancy clothes, tilted and sank into the water. There was a sound of giant breaking in the whole world, and the earth screamed and roared like a dying beast.
A bolt of lightning swept across, illuminating the depressed layers of dark clouds, as if a giant dragon was about to divide the sky into two.
It took Yakovsky a while to realize that Yingkong Lake was sinking.
The anti-gravity engine failed, the ground toppled over, the lake water slammed down, and the roar of dying could be heard endlessly.
Another bolt of lightning struck down, as if punished by heaven, it struck the lake, illuminating half of the sky. Somewhere burned, and the flames surged like a response to lightning.
In front of him, the floor-to-ceiling glass shattered with a "bang", the shards cut through the skin, and violent water vapor rushed towards his face, mixed with the smell of pain and blood.
The young man in the earphones was still screaming, and a high-pitched, frenzied voice cut into the channel, dominating all the chatter.
The man shouted: "Someone has declared responsibility!"
"It's a sacrifice! A sacrifice to the god of war—"
Jakovsky stood in the storm, laughing.
He watched as this mighty pearl of the upper city sank downwards. It was a dead giant beast that shook the entire floating city.
Dedicated to the bloody god created by capital.
Hundreds of billions of cubic meters of water were poured down, and under Yingkong Lake was the N7 area, a dead city, and a small half across the N8 area, another dead city.
— Later, according to statistics, a total of 133 people died in this disaster, all of whom were residents of the upper city. There may be some dead below, but no one cares, and there are no statistics.
In Yakovsky's impression, there were only mutated creatures there, and it was a realm of death.
The hometown of Bai Lin, the god of war.
Now it has become a swamp country.
He thought, it must be very beautiful there now, there will be a rainbow hanging across the sky, and the sun finally shines, and the sacrificer said that this is the grace of the God of War.
No matter who the sacrificer is, they must have been carefully selected, it is full of symbolism.
Little Minkov was sitting on the highest roof of his house, blown by the cold wind with steam, he looked like a wet bird.
He stared at Yingkong Lake, sitting in the destructive wind, his eyes were wild, fearless, as if he would flap his wings and fly away at any time.
In the realistic scene, Tian Xiaoluo was sitting next to him, on top of another tall building, also looking at this scene, with an expression like a child watching a grand fireworks.
Xiao Minkov pointed to Yingkong Lake, turned his head and smiled at her.
"This," he said, "is the big scene."