1.
The further down, the more lush the plants, and the darker the light.
They have thick vines, smooth surfaces, and stripes like poisonous snakes. The light flows, as if they are breathing and moving slowly.
Several people found a few portable self-luminous lamps, some flammable and explosive daily necessities, and an energy tube that burned the palace.
Xia Tian walked all the way ahead, the deafness in his right ear has gradually recovered, but he began to hear a rattling noise again. He pretended to be okay, but he was so angry.
They encountered two damaged teams in the fifth interesting war game hall on the sixteenth floor. The ones who logged in yesterday had already lost half of their staff, each of them was scarred and exhausted.
The two teams met and joined them without any intention of confrontation.
When the explosion happened, they found the skeleton of a player, but three days into the match, the bone was as thin as paper, with holes all over it, and only the shape of the head and half of the pelvis could be seen faintly.
Xia Tian saw a small incompletely decomposed biochip in the neck bone, and the logo of the Fujin TV station shimmered under the lamp. The felon, the property of Fujin TV, has been devoured, sucked, and squeezed to the brim, leaving only the dregs.
Xia Tian refrained from touching the back of his neck, he saw the gun pouch exposed in the fabric, and reached for it.
The multi-purpose energy gun of the Swift Eagle series, with more than half of the energy bar left, Eric took the sticky bomb, and at this moment, a thunderous sound came from deep under his feet.
There was a slight vibration from the building board under their feet, and the layers of vines around them twitched.
Xia Tian quickly raised the gun and pulled the safety, but nothing happened. A few colorful branches moved a short distance, then stopped again, and the hall returned to silence. It was as though the colossal creature was sleeping, having a dream of blood, feeding and attacking.
Several people exchanged glances, this must be an explosion, but it was like a dull eruption in a dark tomb, and then layers of darkness covered it, and the cemetery returned to tranquility.
But the explosion was not far away. A large number of plants played a sound insulation effect, and the actual distance may only be fifty or sixty meters.
A group of people walked to the broken floor to check, and saw the firelight shining from the darkness below, probably separated by three or four floors. Xia Tian heard another explosion, as well as intense gunshots. He smiled and said, "The weapon is not bad."
"Go and have a look." Bai Lin said.
The straight stairs were broken, and they had to go around continuously, Xia Tian walked down with a cold face.
When he reached the edge of the stairs, he stopped suddenly, as if feeling troubled, and turned to look at the elevator standing quietly next to him.
This VIP viewing elevator has always been hidden in the darkness. As an elevator in a building with the background of the doomsday wasteland, it has long been unusable. The appearance is still intact, but the screen is black, just a decoration.
In the camera in front of the elevator, War God walked over with a heavy gun in one hand, stood firm, and said to the dead door: "I want to use the elevator."
His voice was clear, calm, and commanding.
The few people behind him looked at him strangely, and there were countless people staring at this scene outside the camera. This was an unreasonable behavior.
On the other level, which is more subtle and full of power lines, countless loopholes in Floating Empty City have begun to operate: the backstage VIP privileges of Fujin TV Killing Show, the power supply system AI correction privileges, the director’s emergency privileges, and the unreasonable initial backdoor of the indiscriminate program. —
After five seconds of silence, the elevator lights flickered and came on.
The passing light was weak but clear, and then, the abandoned elevator opened with a "ding".
This nearly 20-square-meter VIP viewing elevator opened in front of him, and the inside was resplendent and resplendent. Nearly thirty spotlights illuminated the dark red carpet, metal bar counter and temperature-controlled wine cabinet, arriving at the call of the God of War.
A few newly joined teammates at the back watched Xia Tian go in dumbfoundedly, his tactical plan followed as a matter of course, and reached out and pressed the button to the thirteenth floor.
When Xia Tian waited for the elevator doors to close, he looked at a group of people outside who were staring at him as if he had seen a ghost—or saw a miracle—and was startled for a moment, and said, "Aren't you going up?"
They took the elevator all the way down to the Sunshine Building Blocks Hall on the thirteenth floor.
There are candy-colored decorations and furniture here and there, some made to look like cartoon fortresses, the floor is littered with smudges of broken toy guns and flares, and there are occasional advertisements for a "killing training program that kids can use."
There has just been a battle here, and there is a smell of repellant in the air, and traces of bullets can be seen everywhere. There are muskets, various energy guns, and some bombs from various styles. Fragments can be seen everywhere, the walls and floors are broken, the vines are broken, and some high-strength building skeletons have been burned.
Most of the self-illuminating lamps were broken, and the darkness grew darker, except for the flickering flashes of gunfire through windows or openings, bright and deadly, and then everything fell into darkness again.
They walked all the way to the center of the battle.
The rattling sound in Xia Tian’s ears went a little farther away, but it still exists. The person from the medical department reminded him before he came in, saying that this “Abyss Type VII built-in multifunctional biological earphone” would compress the surrounding tissues, but when he got used to the parasite, "It will be like nothing happened."
He touched the handle of the gun subconsciously, his hands were itching like hell, his bones were itching, he wanted to kill something, completely destroy it, and he would definitely feel much better by then.
"Did you hear that?" he said.
"What?" Bai Lin said.
"Doomsday Destroyer Commemorative Directional Bomb."
"Can you hear this?!" Eric said.
"It must be." Xia Tian said.
"real or fake!"
"Do you want to bet?"
Eric looked at him, and Wei Xi shook his head vigorously behind him, and touched Eric's arm to signal him not to gamble. Eric said, "No gambling."
Xia Tian gave them both a blank look.
While they were talking, the sound of battle became clearer, the nose was filled with the smell of blood, gunpowder, and energy cannons, and corpses could be seen from time to time.
The corpses were riddled with holes, and they had experienced the most extreme struggle before death, surrounded by broken vines.
Just at this moment, Xia Tian heard some kind of... sound from the side, a muffled gasp, quick and angry, but it was just a nasal sound... because he couldn't make a sound.
Xia Tian shuddered, and the moment he heard it, he realized what it was.
He looked up and saw the scene.
Dense vines gathered above the curved zenith, wriggling like copulating snakes. A man was hung there, his shoulder-length brown hair, naked, bound by numerous vines in an extremely humiliating and erotic position, like a sadist.
From this angle, he could clearly see several vines moving around the man's body, entering and leaving his lower body and mouth, making obscene sounds. The man struggled desperately, blood dripped from the wound and lower body, and accumulated on the floor, where torn clothes and the remains of guns could be seen scattered around.
Xia Tian stayed for two seconds.
The sudden appearance of this scene is inexplicable, it is simply the development of a five-rate pornographic film, and it does not match the atmosphere of the whole show at all. But when this botched development appears in front of your eyes, tearing apart the body of a living person, it gives chills to your bones.
There can't be such perverted vines, what the monsters want is to eat and destroy, isn't it? There are just countless perverted people.
Xia Tian's stomach was churning, but he didn't vomit, but raised his hand and shot all the bullets out of the box.
The bullet exploded on the top of the arc, and the light splashed with the stump, illuminating countless colorful vines, blood, cartoon decorations, and erotic limbs.
The person above fell down heavily, falling in his own blood, Xia Tian kept shooting at the wandering vines until the magazine was empty.
The man slipped in the blood, and kept touching the gun beside him. He had a clear target, and he probably remembered the position of the gun when he was entangled in the vine.
It was a Swift Eagle 5S. He was seriously injured, but he pulled the safety switch without looking at it, and shot crazily upwards, smashing a large swath of vines that were rushing towards him, but he kept firing fiercely.
The monsters gathered above finally spread out, and at this moment, another person fell down.
To be precise, it was a corpse.
He was also naked, with most of his limbs eaten, leaving only his limbs and head.
The warrior who was still alive rushed over, eagerly testing his breathing and pulse as if he couldn't see the horror of the corpse, the orange-red light was like blood, Xia Tian recognized that face.
Ye Fengan, a very famous sniper. Xia Tian's team also made a few episodes of programs with him, and when they met at the banquet, they would also say hello and scold the perverted TV station.
And that corpse... was his comrade-in-arms, named Xu Xin, a tactical planner, and he was his teammate in the second round. I also know Xia Tian, this person is very good-looking, he is the type who is unsmiling but has a gentle smile. The pornographic resources under his name are simply magnificent, and he can't bear to look directly at them. When the subject was brought up once, he looked annoyed and said it had nothing to do with him anyway.
In the final arena, those people gave him such a terrible way to die.
2.
Ye Feng'an got up on hands and feet, went to find the scattered medical kits, slipped in the pool of blood and fell to the ground, but finally found a styptic needle and injected it into the opponent's body.
He slipped his hand, and the empty needle tube fell out. He opened his eyes wide, staring at the corpse of his comrade-in-arms, hoping that he would wake up.
Surroundings, combat supplies were scattered everywhere, the edge of the zenith was black, the ceiling was broken, and countless vines could be seen gathered behind the hole, entangled and commotioned, still trying to get in.
The side hall was already in a mess, the body of the young tactical planner fell on the dirty beige floor, Xia Tian could tell at a glance that he had been dead for quite a while.
Before he died, he had suffered terrible tortures, his eyes were wide open, his body was covered with holes and strangle marks, and he was blackened in the dim light of the self-luminous lamp.
Ye Fengan sat blankly, he was seriously injured, all stab wounds, black and red blood flowed out continuously, it should be an internal organ injury. Eric found a treatment kit and put a styptic needle on Ye Fengan's neck. He was seriously injured, but the medical equipment of the event is good, and it may not be possible to save him.
The man didn't seem to feel it at all, just staring at the body of his comrade.
Just a few seconds later, Ye Fengan suddenly looked up at Xia Tian, as if he realized they were here only now.
Xia Tian was staring at the outside, the game hall and the main battlefield were only separated by an arched door. Across the remnant wall, he could see that most of the high-level conference hall on the fourteenth floor of Fujin Seven Towers had been broken. Most of the layers of self-luminous lamps on the zenith were also destroyed, and the light was broken and tattered, which was the key stage in the nightmare.
Ye Feng'an just looked at him like this for a while, then suddenly said: "Is that true?"
Xia Tian was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at him. The man was naked and badly wounded, and his hand was carefully placed on the back of his comrade's corpse, as if hoping that the man could lie down more comfortably.
"Rebels." Ye Fengan said, it has been a long, long time since no one has said this word in a really serious tone.
"He... is not a credulous person," he looked at the corpse in his hand, "but once he told me suddenly that maybe there is a rebel army, and one day we will never have to do this again."
Xia Tian looked at him and said word by word: "Of course."
Ye Feng'an smiled at him, under such a disaster, it was a hopeful smile when talking about a happy topic with a friend. "I was still laughing at him," he said.
There was another explosion outside, shaking the whole building, the light brightened up instantly, but went out in a blink of an eye.
Ye Feng'an turned his head to look, someone was cursing outside, someone was yelling someone's name, and someone called "retreat". The gunshots became more intense, and the screams sounded dull in the darkness, and they were still cursing when they died.
Ye Feng'an stood up in embarrassment, grabbed the gun and walked in that direction.
He slipped, and Eric reached out to support him, saying, "You can't walk with this injury—"
"Give me the painkiller," the man said in a calm voice.
The big screen in Skystone Square and the countless small screens attached to it were showing advertisements, and at this moment they flickered, and all of them were cut into real-time killing show images.
Someone hacked the encrypted signal of Fujin TV Station, and also invaded the broadcasting rights of the big screen.
The eyes of the entire Floating Void City were focused on the arena, hearing Ye Fengan's words, and seeing Xia Tian publicly admit in front of the camera that the rebels existed.
Shangcheng called this kind of incident "blood endorsement", but this time it was no longer a gun or clothes, but a life-and-death war was "marketed" in front of the camera.
Before the camera, the leader of the resistance army looks forward, he changes a magazine, and enters the battlefield.
The hall shattered obliquely, forming a bottomless abyss, and countless vine monsters were climbing up. These lower vines don't even bother to grow leaves, only some stunted fragments.
They look creepy, like hands one by one.
Most of them are black, with gray markings, five forked branches at the top, long and short, like the appearance of a human hand after being extremely distorted, climbing up fanatically, trying to take people into hell. Because of their strength, the floor under their feet slopes toward the abyss, and a person can fall into it at any time.
The contestants tried to blast the outer wall of the building and escape from the perimeter. But when it exploded, it was found that there was no sunlight and no earth at all... At the edge of the bomb's power, there were countless monsters stirring like boiling water, thirsting for flesh and blood.
Now, vines are scrambling to pour in through the shattered hole, capturing the living.
Xia Tian didn't stop at all, grabbed the energy tube that burned the palace and threw it obliquely in that direction, the gun selected the one-way shock function, and shot at that thing.
In the next moment, a large piece of bright red flames bloomed in front of him, strange and huge, and vines ran wildly in the flames, making scorching creaking sounds, like demons being tortured in hell.
Under the firelight, black shadows could be seen running around in the hall, and the air was filled with the smell of flames, repellant, and burnt protein. They have human-like mouths that scream silently and are full of fangs.
The light also illuminates the summer, reflecting in his eyes, showing a crimson red that can burn the world, mixed with the warm yellow of the overhead lights, like the dome of the sky when the sun is about to rise.
Holding a gun, he walked towards the abyss.
On the battlefield, the situation changes rapidly.
First, Bai Jing'an was surrounded by a group of vines, Xia Tian shot a high-intensity burning cleaning agent above, the energy bomb burst, and the flames spread above Bai Jing'an, the heat was overwhelming, and the monster above retreated reluctantly.
At the same time, Bai Jing'an finally dealt with the enemy in front of him, stood firm, and dealt with the things above.
But there were already three vines wrapping around Xia Tian's ankle from below, dragging him backwards. The man fell to the ground, and the branches dragged him back three meters in a few seconds, almost leaving the hall.
Xia Tian turned up, put one foot against the wall, so as not to be dragged further, and fired two shots at the back.
The force of the restraint loosened, and he wanted to stand up, but the other two vines wrapped around his ankles at the same time, pulling back frantically.
On the floating city, the killing plague began to spread to the surroundings, and the colors of the flames of war ignited on the screens one by one.
Whether you are watching paid programs, or those who have no money to watch and are just waiting for news, you can see the struggle of God of War. The Kill Show is open to everyone.
Xia Tian shot three shots in the back, trying to get a little out, but at this moment, everyone heard a crackling sound from the floor of the conference hall in front.
Xia Tian turned his head, and the camera also turned.
A vine as thick as three people climbed up. It slammed onto the floor of the hall like a giant hand, and the whole floor shook, as if a terrifying and hungry giant was about to crawl out of the abyss.
Floors and load-bearing walls were overwhelmed, and the entire space was tilting.
— it wants to smash the whole floor, so that everyone will fall into the boiling monsters.
The scene resembled a jihad, full of symbolism. The organizers have fully grasped the marketing focus.
In this war, the gods and the devil are clearly distinguishable, and there is no doubt about the position of the lineup.
More and more people began to gather in the square, and countless jobs were left there, such as programming, customer service, live broadcasting...the positions were empty.
The government issued a message asking everyone to go home or go back to work, and not to gather together and block traffic, but no one paid attention.
There is no lack of large gatherings in the floating city, but it has never been like this.
How can work, bosses, and mortgages stand up to this war of light and darkness? It is so sacred and glorious that everyone must participate.
Another two floating engines fell outside the venue, and various authorities were handed over to each other. At the end of the day, no one cares about the consequences.
On the sacred battlefield, Xia Tian stared at the "giant hand" and grabbed a long-barreled shotgun beside him.
A black-gray vine tangled up from behind and slid into his clothes. He didn't care about it. He turned all the function buttons of the gun to the maximum and smashed the mandatory safety valve with a sideways shot. Then he stared in that direction, his eyes glistening with firelight.
Ye Feng'an has been very quiet since the death of his comrades in arms. He went to the battlefield and found all the bombs he could find.
He's generally a laugher, but always down-to-earth, knowing where he is and never fantasizing too much. But at this moment, he did not hide, he was covered in the blood of himself and his teammates, and walked towards the boiling abyss without hesitation.
He was badly wounded, but dodged several blows along the way. He used all the technology to go to that nightmare, to do a thing that must die. And that was the last thing he would do for the life they had ever desired.
He fell down without hesitation, and five seconds later, there was a dull explosion from the place where the vines grew. The sound was very small, but the biggest hands went limp and returned to the abyss.
There was silence in the countless squares of Floating Void City, and some people cried.
At the same time, Xia Tian looked ahead behind the gun barrel.
He focused his eyes, calculated the angle, and there was no time for sorrow above the war.
The vines bit through the wall behind him and dragged him back another two meters, and the five vines grabbed him like a giant sticky hand.
It really looks like a hand with a thumb and a middle finger, but from hell. It lay on Xia Tian's body, slid in from his back, crawled over his spine, and lifted his clothes up.
Xia Tian stared at the opposite side, correcting the angle of the gun barrel.
Huge hands wrapped around him, caressing the human body in an erotic way. The most primitive, chaotic and erotic thing in the depths of a nightmare, which is indescribable, is now majestically appearing on the big screen of the floating city.
Xia Tian remained motionless, staring at the front, with his hand on the handle of the gun. He has always been good-looking, and in this environment, he is even more dazzling. The god of war in the world, this is a world without dignity, people can always find light in him.
The temperature of the shotgun is extremely high, and there is no heat insulating tape in summer, only the sleeves are used to protect the hands.
Everyone can see that his muscles are tense. In this monster pornographic corner, the whole person is full of tension, like the top weapon, involved in such a situation, still focused, cold and deadly, without any dirt.
Then he fired.
The first cannon blasted out, the light was bright, and countless black shadows fled under the light for a while.
The dense vines fell down because of Ye Fengan's bomb, and countless branches around them were shattered, blood and flesh splattered everywhere. But new hand-like vines are coming up.
Xia Tian's muzzle aimed at the ceiling slantingly above, and the strengthened energy bomb rushed out of the gun barrel and hit the hard zenith.
The barrel was burning red, and the handle was getting hotter and hotter, burning the palm of his hand, but he held it firmly and fired a second shot into the sky.
Within a short while, the tentacles dragged him back two meters, his hair fell loose, and his coat was pulled up to the shoulder blades, exposing the flexible lines of his waist and hips.
He fired a third shot, and at the same time, the ceiling fell.
The sound was as loud as a thunderbolt, smashing into the abyss, demanding evil things to pay the price, even the vines holding on to Xia Tian stopped for a moment.
In front of him, bricks of various colors, soil, fine sand, and self-gelling water, which occupied a two-story building, fell down, accompanied by various toys, flashing with various lights, some of which were still singing, Like a crazy rainbow, pouring down.
That is the fourteenth and fifteenth floors of Fujin TV Station Seven, where there is the largest underground castle and toy sand table in the floating city. It was so huge and heavy that even the floor was specially reinforced.
The toys poured down violently, becoming more and more vivid and clear under the gunfire as bright as the sun, mixed with broken flesh and blood, like a frantic chorus.
Fujin TV's broadcast was in chaos, there were not many people doing anything, and everyone was staring at the screen.
At this moment, the people of the Floating Void City cheered, and all the screens were lit with destruction, destruction and explosions, as well as broken vines.
Where the crowd gathers, the temperature rises rapidly, and emotional matters are always highly contagious, and everyone is in a sea of frenzy, rushing towards the burning sky.
On the screen, Xia Tian recklessly fired the last shot, hitting a red self-gel warehouse that fell down. The highly viscous and reactive liquid disperses in all directions, binding everything it touches together.
Within ten minutes, a colossal mass of shiny sandstone and toys had formed a mingled shiny roof, temporarily sealing the devil and the corpse beneath.
Xia Tian stared at the mess he had created, many vines were stuck in the self-gel, wriggling and struggling like bugs.
He clenched his hands tightly, and his whole body was burning with fanatical fire of destruction.
There was a gasp of excitement in his ears, from some office off the court, taking great pleasure in the brutality and anger.
The sound became more and more urgent, as if someone was masturbating against you, he could even hear the crackling sound.
He knew who it was and what the fuck it was doing.
"Xia... Tian..." He heard Qi Xiashang's voice, coming from the depths of his brain, full of dirty desires, "You are so tight..."
Xia Tian was so mad that he was willing to pay any price to get rid of this. At this moment, his eyes darkened, and the wall blocked his vision.
The wet wriggling hand dragged him to the crack in the corner, and off the screen, everyone saw the destination of the vine.
At the back of Xia Tian, a large piece of floor was cracked, and countless twisted palms crawled out from below, longing for fresh flesh and blood.
The bottom of the hall is full of lairs of dark things, a cauldron boiling like hell, bottomless and immeasurable, making one's scalp tingle.
Xia Tian wanted to shoot back, but found that the shotgun had been scrapped, and there was no other gun on him.
Xia Tian fumbled to grab the fruit knife in his pocket, while the voice of masturbation was still in his head, getting more and more urgent, the vines clinging to the skin, getting tighter and tighter—
At this moment, he heard two gunshots in succession, and the pulling force disappeared. Bai Lin rushed in angrily, gunshots in his hands kept going, one after another.
At the same time, the voice stopped, Xia Tian knew why he stopped, it was nothing more than satisfaction.
Qi Xiashang laughed in his mind and said, "I know you are spicy."
Xia Tian stood up, trembling with anger, he tore off the remnant vines on his body, and there was a big hole right behind him, densely packed vines were boiling, longing for new offerings.
He kept thinking, I gotta get out of this. I have to get rid of this. Otherwise I can't live. I must kill him.
Bai Lin fired about fifteen shots. It was a long-shafted Desire S9, known for being able to load different bullets and potions. He obviously added a repellent to it, and the vines behind the hole receded. He fired fiercely at the broken vines and emptied a box of bullets, just to vent his anger.
He got a lot of weapons in a short time, and even had a construction repair gun. He sealed the cracks bitterly until he couldn't see anything. Then he stared at the pile of shapeless corpses, and then turned his head to stare at Xia Tian.
There was still chaos outside, a group of people yelling and shouting to retreat, to seal the door, to continue to use repellant, and so on.
Xia Tian wants to go to help, as long as he doesn't let him think about that thing in his ear. It was like a mark branded on his soul, and the chill soaked into his bones, making him extremely irritable, unable to think about problems, and only wanted to destroy something.
But he still didn't go there, pulled down his clothes and tied up his hair under Bai Lin's stare. Bai Lin grabbed his left hand, a large area was burned, he grabbed the healing potion and applied it to his hand with a cold face.
Bai Lin got a one-shoulder ammunition bag, Xia Tian leaned over to see what he found, the gun at the end seemed to be a new model of "Master", he wanted it.
He reached out to take it, but Bai Lin pulled the bag back abruptly, but didn't take it.
He raised his head to look at Xiaobai uncertainly, the man glared at him angrily, with a look of apologizing. But it looked sad again.
Xia Tian flinched, as if he had done something sorry for him.
Finally, Bai Lin spoke and said as calmly as possible: "What's wrong?"
Xia Tian controlled not to touch the right ear. He saw himself in Xiaobai's eyes, with gloomy anger on his face, his eyes so bright, as if he couldn't survive in this world, and wanted to destroy everything including himself.
There was an ice-cold silence in the earphones, Xia Tian opened his lower lip, not knowing what to say.
"You..." Bai Lin said, with a plea in his voice, "Take care of yourself more..."
His Xiaobai looked at him, still trying to appear calm, but the sadness deep in the gray pupil made the hottest thing in Xia Tian's soul stir up. He wants to kiss him desperately, say yes to everything he asks, wants to sweet talk him and make him happy.
He clenched his fists, the disgusting panting sound had stopped, he knew... It was simply because Qi Xiashang was satisfied.
He tried his best to smile brightly at Xiaobai, and said, "Okay."
He went to get the gun from Bai Lin's ammunition bag again, and rested his palm lightly on the man's wrist, feeling a little heat. The other party looked at him, didn't move this time, and told him to take the gun away.
3.
On the battlefield, a fragile enclosed space was temporarily formed in the nightmarish mansion. Shiny mud, sand and toys sealed the abyss-like holes, building repair guns filled gaps in walls and floors, and repellent was sprayed everywhere in a choking thick.
The group of self-luminous lights on the zenith were scattered, and they were stubbornly lit at the corners. The light was messy and bright, shining on the rainbow wall, like being caught in a gaudy and absurd drama.
There were a dozen or so people left, all wounded. There are traces of energy bombs, muskets, and explosives everywhere on the ground. Weapons are scattered on the ground, some of which were lost during the battle, and some of which the owner died.
Xia Tian took the gun and walked into the hall.
Seeing someone coming in, a group of contestants subconsciously put their hands on their guns.
But when they saw that it was Xia Tian, they moved their hands away from the handles of the guns, as if summoned by an invisible command, the soldiers no longer touched any weapons.
No one spoke. In the hellish building, all the soldiers looked gloomy, burning with desire for destruction.
As Xia Tian swept across the battlefield, some vines in the room were still twitching, and a several-meter-long one lay flat on the ground, forming a nearly complete shape of a hand. The palm is as small as a branch of a tree branch, but the fingers spread out long and wrinkled on the ground like a snake, as thick as a human arm, with black and gray lines, which have not seen the sun for a long time, and are extremely twisted.
This is the horror porn scene prepared by the company. They can't escape upwards, and they can't leave. They can only be trapped on the thirteenth floor until the tentacles break through the barrier.
Xia Tian walked over, picked up a "Rebel" heavy gun scattered among the chairs, looked at the magazine capacity, and said without raising his head: "Go and kill it."
He turned and walked down a staircase.
The others watched in silence, then followed his footsteps.
They were scarred and bruised, and no one spoke. They just picked up all the weapons they could get from the ground and the corpses of their comrades.
Xia Tian went straight to the sightseeing elevator, and before he could reach the front, the lights of the abandoned elevator came on, and the metal door opened graciously.
His team walked in, stood still, and the others watched for a few seconds, then quickly walked over and stood behind him.
The elevator closes and begins to descend.
As a VIP elevator, it is not very crowded for a large group of people to enter. Fortunately, who knows where the next one will be after missing this magical elevator with the god of war, most of them have to climb down the stairs by themselves under the hospitality of the tentacles.
In the tour mode, the walls around the elevator become transparent, and you can see countless tentacles lying outside. They are hands from hell, pushing and pulling, wanting to come in.
Xia Tian stared at the front, it was countless human-like hands, but long and twisted, on the opposite side of him, he could even clearly see his left and right hands. Still opposite.
Everyone around him looked at him unconsciously.
This is a humble battlefield, but outside this space, in the countless marketing, hints and purchases, the iron hooves of war are clearly audible and have penetrated into everyone's soul.
There are too many eyes, both the common people in the cubicle and the rich and powerful in the mansion, their chests are on fire, although they don't know what they desire. Everyone just looked at him, waiting.
Someone reached out and handed Xia Tian two new magazines.
Xia Tian took it over, and the magazine of the heavy gun was made into the shape of an elegant sickle, and the red color of the energy value emitted a strange light at the corner.
He looked up at that person, he recognized him, he had done many game shows before, his name was Yi Xiaonan, he was a little bee master, and his profession was a soldier.
The man handed the thing, said nothing, and stepped back, staring at his feet.
He's just lost a comrade, but he's expressionless, for them any display of emotion is awkward and distressing.
Someone came over again and handed Xia Tian a bag of Destroyer Commemorative Positioning Bombs. The bag was pitch black, but the size of a fist, and the logo could only be seen faintly, showing the shape of three-dimensional grid lines, faintly red in the black.
Then he received a second bag of bombs, multipurpose for the pilgrims who handed them the most powerful weapons in their hands.
Someone handed over Juggernaut's caliber cannon, and they even had it.
Looking at the heavy guns, bombs and medical kits in Xia Tian, in a more distant position, he has the authority of most of the orbiting satellites in his hand, and can freely enter and exit most of the defense areas, and the back door of all applications is open for him. A virus that is enough to destroy most of the floating city.
The marketing of war must draw camps, and now, the battle lines of the whole world have been determined.
Xia Tian picked up a bunch of broken vines from the clothes, cut the tentacles with the knife vertically, with a focused expression.
He was so dexterous with the knife, a lock of hair hanging down his neck, and a long black coat, and the light burned on him that every movement seemed to be carved forever for worship.
The inner part of the vine is very flexible, and there is a sandy translucent core in the center. Xia Tian twisted it with his hands, and it shattered into sand in his fingers.
"What's wrong?" Bai Lin said.
"This is not a plant." Xia Tian said, "There are degenerated bones inside."
Someone from behind said softly: "Fuck me."
Along the way, they all realized that there were no individual plants here, and they all grew from below. It is possible that there are several climbing vines growing underneath, which even caused the floor to crack because it was too huge.
They've been thinking about the ecology of this - or several - vines, but at this moment, people realize that it is not at all.
In the battle just now, countless hands stretched out from the abyss, grabbing, stroking, violating and devouring human beings—
It really was someone's hand.
Bai Lin moved a bit, his arm touched Xia Tian, looking for some warmth.
Someone threw up.
The elevator kept shaking, Xia Tian didn't look outside, opened the booster magazine, and pressed the pilgrim bombs inside one by one. This thing is like a piece of fingernail-sized chocolate with a red manufacturer's logo printed on it. Everyone knows how terrifying its power is.
As he began to prepare his weapons, no one in the elevator had time to look outside. Everyone was holding guns, lowering their heads, resting and confirming. wait.
There are a total of thirteen people alive in this group, from six different teams. The first batch came over and basically wiped out the whole army, and they were tortured thoroughly by the Killing Show officials before they died.
But now they are no longer a group of victims, but fighters desperate to win a holy war.
Xia Tian turned around and went to pull the shelf of the wine cabinet, and found that it was embedded. He fired a shot at the joint, pulled the thing off, stood in front of the elevator door, and began to place the Destroyer positioning bomb on it.
These things emit a faint red light, like the eyes of a monster that only wants to choose people and devour them.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came out of his earphones.
"We'll find out who opened the back door for you," the man shouted. "There are always people in the world who are addicted to TV and think the characters they create are real!"
Xia Tian smiled at the camera, his smile was bright and murderous, like a sharp sword. He also smiled at the camera a long time ago, when he was just a plaything that looked extra bright. And now, screens, distances, and monsters couldn't stop him.
In front of this smile, no one in the world is safe.
When the elevator reached the negative floor, he said coldly, "Don't open the door."
The metal door was as obedient as a servant, tightly locked and not opened.
He continued to adjust the bomb and heard Qi Xiashang's cursing, Xia Tian didn't know how many people outside were finding out what happened, but nothing would be found out.
And maybe soon, it won't matter whether it's found out or not.
The god of war sits on the throne of the outlaws who exist only in legends—tv, movies, games, novels, and reality shows—a kingdom is taking shape, the veils between fiction and reality are being lifted, and armies of imaginary size and incomparability are emerging. presented.
The weather in the upper city changed in the heat and anticipation. Too many people were listening, making his words surpass this absurd arena and become reality.
With the smell of heavy guns, blood, flames and gunpowder smoke, and a future full of bones, the gods came to this prosperous, peaceful, arrogant and godless world.
Xia Tian grabbed the newly forged weapon and looked directly at the sponsor at the other end. That's where his muzzle was pointing.
He doesn't know how far he can go, but he won't be a toy, he'll die on a real battlefield.
Until Xia Tian finished the arrangement, he said: "Open the door."