Killing Show

Chapter 60: On the eve of the fall

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1.

The "Tyrant" has tried to destroy the "Rebel Headquarters".

In the insect nest, gaudy color blocks crawl upwards, but the building stretches towards the sky, with gunpowder smoke, bullet holes and posters everywhere, like a sharp tombstone.

Like most of the buildings in the tyrant's territory, the building has a prosperous scene, and there are some game introductions piled up everywhere, all related to resisting evil forces. Before experiencing fights and robberies, the whole city has been brought into another dimension.

In the hall, only the corners melted a few square meters, like an entrance to the alien world outside the building.

The heroes rushed into the headquarters for a brief rest.

Here they will find the guns prepared by the Rebels and the secret to kill the tyrant.

Later, Xia Tian couldn't take a step anymore, Bai Lin picked him up sideways, and put him on the broken sofa in the rest area.

He carefully dragged a cushion over, Xia Tian was trembling badly, but he was still trying to hold the gun steady. Several buttons of his shirt had been torn off, making him unrecognizable, but even seductive. Uptown shows have this kind of ability.

Bai Lin reached out and stroked his hair, his shoulders, to confirm that he was alive and still alive.

Xia Tian rubbed his fingertips on the back of his hand as a comfort, and Bai Lin saw that his hand was shaking.

"It'll be...it's okay..." Xia Tian said.

"Yes." Bai Lin said.

Xia Tian smiled at him, with warmth in his eyes, but also so sad. He's a real liar.

Bai Lin rubbed his fingertips against Xia Tian's face, his movements were gentle and full of nostalgia, Xia Tian's smile made something dark and terrifying in his body swell, ready to overflow from his throat. But he couldn't let it go, he had to try his best to suppress it.

He has told the same lie to others.

But the truth is that there are rotting corpses all over the place, cameras like insects all over the sky, and everything he loves has become a brutal playground for "Gods in the Cloud".

When looking at Xia Tian, Bai Lin felt extremely fragile, trembling with pain. But I feel like I can do everything. He has to make it.

He couldn't take it again.

Warriors explore their surroundings, looking for clues.

Wei Xi found a local terminal, lowered his head and tossed a lot, and opened it.

He entered the virtual mode, and said to Eric next to him: "The server here can enter, and most terminals are fine, 'Tyrant' doesn't seem to be able to handle that..."

His voice fell silent, and the screen suddenly bloomed around him like a new star, shining the orange-red light from the end-time movie, illuminating the entire hall.

Everyone turned to look at him, Wei Xi quickly adjusted the window and said, "The rebel army seems to be hiding something here, I think it's a virus or something..."

Bai Lin turned his head to look at a group of people, his eyes were cold and murderous, and he spoke as if he was talking about the simplest and most ancient fact.

"Let's keep it simple," he said. "Sink the field."

Everyone looked at him, the orange-red light was burning on the outline, and the part in the shadow was quiet and cold, but also a terrifying desire for destruction.

His voice was clear, piercing everyone's eardrums.

"Stop playing killing games." He said, stretching out his fingers and feet, "We are now at the core of the killing show arena, and below is the main engine of the entire venue."

"How?" Wei Xi said.

Xia Tian tried to sit up next to Bai Lin, he was very weak and still enduring great pain, but his tone was calm and full of momentum.

He said, "Who...give me the 'rave virus.'"

He wasn't talking to the people here, he was talking to the whole of Uptown.

Most of the rebels have heard the name "Carnival Virus".

Not long after the guest show ended, someone posted a message claiming to have created a virus capable of sinking the floating engine and would "provide weapons to all who desire destruction."

However, this thing did not become popular, it was only reduced to one of the gimmicks, because the safety protocol of the floating engine in the upper city is very strict, the virus cannot enter from the outside, and must be copied directly to the host.

In other words, although it is powerful, it is useless - how many people in the world have direct access to the engine host

Now, Xia Tian asked for the virus.

He leaned on the sofa, looking embarrassed, with only a small window in his tactical field of view, and his eyes crossed the field to look at a bigger place.

At the moment he spoke, everyone in front of the screen heard the name of this virus and went to inquire about its function and usage.

In front of Xia Tian, the small screen was filled with blood, and the orange light of the stars lit up——

He didn't know who it was, or how it was done, but everyone knew that when he spoke, within a minute, he had obtained the scepter that sank the cornerstone of the huge upper city.

"Divide it," he said.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's terminals lit up with a little starlight.

"I have passed the virus to you." Xia Tian said, retracting his gaze towards the vast upper city, looking at the soldiers in front of him.

"It's not easy for you to get there, but everyone will see what we've done," he said. "Fuck 'Tyrant', we're the Rebels, and I'm going to sink this game."

Bai Lin stared at him, Wei Xi said, "You..."

Xia Tian said: "I won't be with you anymore."

It was quiet for a few seconds.

Xia Tian sat there, his face was still stained with blood, his fingers were on the gun, and he could hardly hold it steady. But his expression was calm, and his tone was unquestionable.

"I can't go," he said.

"Don't even think about it!" Eric said.

"We can take you!" Yi Xiaonan said.

There was chaos in the hall, everyone was saying they would take him with them anyway, they could kill those bastards, and he would never want to stay by himself.

Xia Tian laughed, made a gesture of pressing down, and the voices of the debate stopped. He already has that power that you have to listen.

"I'm not saying to die, I've lived so many rounds, I don't want to die this round." Xia Tian said, "I mean—"

He considered his words, Bai Lin knew what he would say.

He is familiar with this set of lies, Xia Tian knows that this is everyone's only chance, he will lie without changing his face, he can speak briskly, and laugh so peacefully.

He stared at Xia Tian, with a strong smell of blood stuck in his throat.

On the stage of the killing show, the light in the lobby of the Rebel Army headquarters changed.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, the red eyes of countless terminals hidden around them lit up, and the building was running a scanning program. In the holographic screen, countless data can be seen flashing, the authorization light is on, and it shows "All access".

I don't know how their group of desperadoes passed the authorization. There is no one here, but this authority seems to be waiting here.

The light dimmed, and countless stardust-like fragments of light lit up, and then gathered, the black floor of the hall reflected the light, like a dream, and the center of the hall was like a stage for a while.

The countless war-like orange lights gathered into a human form...

Everyone recognized that form the moment they saw it, it was "Bai Lin".

It was the one imagined and created by Shangcheng. Wearing a dirty gray coat with engine oil, dust and blood on it, it looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. The image was not very clear, because Bai Lin's appearance was always It is hidden in the legendary darkness. He looked embarrassed, but he carried a murderous look like a newly unsheathed knife.

"Welcome to 'Headquarters,'" said "Bai Lin" from the countless movies, episodes and games in Uptown. "I recorded this video because there is something everyone should know."

Bai Lin stared at that illusory shadow. This is an advanced 3D modeling function that can simulate a person's speech almost perfectly and customize the corresponding temperament and atmosphere.

In the decisive battle in the final round of the killing show, this shadow looked so young and fearless, he could break through even the darkest world.

"About ten years ago, we found some unknown mutants in the lower city, and traced them all the way to the upper city... Then we discovered that the powerful had a very terrible plan for the future of mankind," he said.

"Oppression has been around for a long time, but when it reaches a certain level, it will be solidified forever. The powerful are experimenting in a planned way to finally break through the biological level of humans... This will completely change our species, and the world will be a plaything except for tyrants. Slaves and food, forever shrouded in cruelty and darkness."

This is really a masterpiece of love, admiration and hope from the planning team—maybe the entire Uptown. .

"In the end, human beings will evolve into this most shameful and terrifying form, and we can't..." The holographic image of "Bai Lin" said, and he paused for a moment, as if it was difficult to continue.

“We contacted some people who were trying to stop the evolution from happening, including some people uptown, and we…” he finally said, laughing a little self-deprecatingly.

"I don't think we can win, we are just poor, criminals and losers, and those people are too powerful, they have the resources of the whole world piled up for generations. They will get what they want, including our lives and dignity."

Bai Lin suddenly thought that this person has nothing to do with him. Behind this face composed of countless illusory light spots, there are countless longing faces in the upper city, shadows created with desperate hope.

As the killing show official said, the focus of marketing is to satisfy and perhaps create people's deepest desires. The countless small and innocent dreams are hidden in the business tricks of Uptown, buried in the deepest part of work and drugs, and only speak in the game.

"But we're still rebelling..." said the imaginary rebel leader, "not because I wanted a 'better life', I knew I couldn't live it, rebelling... had no chance of success. But I did , I just...couldn't not do it. Because that's in my nature."

He was always a rebel.

In the scrutiny of the countless commercial value of Shangcheng, "Bai Lin" is not without other images, ridiculed, used, and people fantasize about his submission for fun. But as time passed, only the face of the rebel grew larger and more dazzling under the bright sun of the upper city.

"I know the Rebels won't last long," he said. "I put all the information I found here, and I know... there will always be people like this in the end. Human beings are like this. There are always people who resist, even when there is no way out." , even if death is inevitable. It's in our nature."

Blinding white light surrounded him, and the declaration was uttered in the center of the world, resounding through the Upper City.

He is the god of Shangcheng, the statue erected by Shangcheng with more than 3 million lives, nearly ten years, countless money, creativity and hope.

He was one gigantic dream that the whole Uptown was dreaming.

Outside the arena, the rumors that "Bai Lin is still alive" are rampant. This dream full of hatred, resistance and war is becoming more and more real, overlapping with the real world.

Xia Tian looked at the stage ahead.

He was the leader of yet another war, the one who was always fighting in this war.

There are always people like this, whose life is full of struggles, failures, and continued struggles. I don’t know whether it was Bai Lin who started it or whether he was noticed. It is a long-lasting but almost eternal struggle.

Powerful, proud, charismatic, dilapidated. There is no way out.

The epic fate of the heroes in the drama has never been so close to reality as at this moment, it is right in front of us, and it will bring real flames of war.

In the middle of the hall, "Bai Lin" waved his hand, and dense data lit up around him, like shining stars, with no boundaries to be seen.

He said: "I regard this nature as vital, and I don't want to admit it, but it can be taken away. If you are not sure whether to resist, then let me tell you... This is your last chance. Our The species' last chance.

"You fought to die, or to be a slave forever."

There was silence in the hall, people didn't speak for a while, the twilight faded, new information poured in, the route planning was clear, and there were still a lot of monster data.

At this moment Xia Tian speaks.

"I mean, I can't go," he said. "I've figured it out. Our only chance is to destroy this place."

No one spoke, everyone knew how much Xia Tian could carry, and when he said he couldn't walk, it was really powerless. But in such a desperate situation, he still spoke calmly, full of murderous aura, and was still able to control the situation.

"And this road is not easy to go," Xia Tian said, "You will need a tactical plan."

Bai Lin looked at him, Xia Tian looked back calmly, he was covered with scars, the devil's chain was tightly entangled in the bones, but he was still holding the gun.

In the hall, the light from the dream gods has disappeared, the world is real and cold, and the light from the self-illuminating lamp reveals the dim yellow of the doomsday, outlining the lines of the two.

This scene is almost like a picture in a myth, the strange light has not dissipated, the god stepped into the reality, stood in the middle of the killing show hall, holding a gun, talking.

"Those people won't let you go." Bai Lin said to Xia Tian, "We all know that this round they have to kill you, and the tyrant will evolve a monster that can resist the repellant, and it won't take too long."

"Then you all act quickly." Xia Tian said.

There was silence all around, Bai Lin felt his hands trembling again, and he clenched them tightly.

He looked at Xia Tian for a while, then nodded, his voice was cold and decisive, with murderous intent and unquestionable.

"Okay," he said, "that's it."

In the Void Salon, Mr. Minkov sat on the sofa, holding a glass of blood-colored spirits, and raised his glass to "Bai Lin" who was telling the rebel manifesto to the world on the screen.

In a world where everyone was talking, screaming and cursing, there was a silence after the words, statistical software showed. The silence was extremely strange, as if the temperature had risen to the extreme, an indescribable change had taken place, it became so pure that it froze.

"We've got a lot of talent," he said.

2.

Except for the soldiers, the headquarters of the alien world is empty, and the resources are sealed, as if it is really the legacy of the old rebels, and it will be opened again at the end of the day.

They checked the situation as quickly as possible. There are a lot of resources here. There are quite a few large-caliber weapons, as well as enhanced versions of repelling and masking sprays.

It's a bulwark built to fight "Doomsday," but the game has gone beyond the arena, and this time they want something beyond the stage.

During the whole process, Xia Tian has been sitting on the sofa without moving. He checked the route, but he didn't have the strength to stand up again.

Bai Lin found some water, wet a towel, and helped him wipe off the blood on his face, but he couldn't find a hair tie, so he had to brush his hair, the hair felt warm and soft in his hands.

His hand slipped down, the little finger touched Xia Tian's fingertips, they didn't escape, feeling this little contact. Xia Tian looked at him intently, the tiny warmth melted Bai Lin's arms, the blood, anger and anxiety melted away, and the tip of his tongue tasted the sweetness. His heart was beating fast and he had to fight the urge to hug and kiss him, to comfort him and never leave.

Xia Tian rubbed his fingertips lightly, and said to him: "We will be fine. No matter what, this is the last time."

Bai Lin stared at him distrustingly, Xia Tian smiled at him, looking very happy.

At this time Wei Xi came over and said to Xia Tian: "For tactical planning, I can—"

"You go with them." Xia Tian said.

Wei Xi was stunned for a moment, unable to speak, several soldiers looked in this direction, the surrounding air was silent and heavy, Eric walked over with a cold face, dragged Wei Xi's arm, and took him aside.

"According to the data, it only takes half an hour for the tyrant to produce a single offspring, and it only takes three generations to produce a variety that is resistant to drugs." Xia Tian said to Bai Lin again, "So we can finish this matter within an hour and a half. Just nothing."

"It is evolving, and the initial data can only be roughly speculated." Bai Lin said.

"Then hurry up."

Bai Lin looked at him, Xia Tian put one hand on the gun, still smiling happily.

The wound on the man's right ear hadn't healed yet, and he had fresh wounds all over his body. His hair was loose, his fingers twitched nervously from time to time, and he was under unspeakable torture.

He was wearing a black coat, which was the "Brilliant" series of the top luxury brand in Uptown. There were many pockets for weapons, and it outlined the strong figure of a warrior.

Those people had ruined his life, killed him, implanted torture chains deep in his neck, and he was so crippled he couldn't even stand up.

He's the perfect template for Uptown's endless desire to be sexy, handsome, cool, and powerful, but Bai Lin's mind is all about his favorite dessert flavors, and he plays childish games with Diddy—and sometimes joins in himself. He said that if this matter is over, he will live in a house with a garden, and he can sleep as long as he wants every day, and he will never feel pain again.

And I just want to be with him and make him happy... He doesn't want much. It's like he used to just want to protect a girl.

But he can't do it, this dream is simple and sweet, but it is never out of reach.

Because he can't break the chain, it's embedded so deep that it oozes blood and poison in the sweetest dreams, and will eventually drag everything down to eternal decay and darkness.

Not far away, while adjusting a Chiyang 800 heavy gun, Yi Xiaonan said to a comrade in arms: "If Mo Yang knows that I have become a rebel, he will definitely regret dying so soon."

"He will say, it's not a loss to save your life." The other party said.

"He always said that he was going to have a big meal after the end, so I had to help him eat." Yi Xiaonan said, "I'll kill a few more to count on him."

After he finished speaking, he walked up to Xia Tian with the gun in his hand, put it on the side of the sofa, and said, "It's set up for you. This is a spare magazine. It's sure to be fun to fight."

"Is this called a magazine?" Xia Tian said, "It must be a bunker."

"I specially integrated it." Yi Xiaonan said, "I don't know if you will need the bunker, but the more magazines the better."

Xia Tian took it with a picky face. There were quite a few well-equipped weapons around him, Bai Lin thought it was like a bouquet of flowers placed on a cemetery, but these were not flowers, they were all heavy weapons.

While speaking, a group of people had already cleaned up, and no one knew how fast the tyrant could evolve, so every second should be raced to destroy.

Xia Tian put the heavy gun in his hand, and said to Eric who was passing by: "Bring me some snacks."

"What?" Eric said.

"Take it all here—" Xia Tian said, Bai Lin suddenly leaned over and hugged him tightly.

He could feel that Xia Tian was shivering, his body temperature was abnormally high, as if he was about to be torn apart by the punishment chip and the treatment robot. His chin rested on Bai Lin's shoulder, his breath brushed against his neck, his body smelled of blood, pain and gunpowder smoke.

Xia Tian raised his hand and patted his back.

Bai Lin leaned over and carefully kissed his hair, it was warm and soft. He evaded it, but the choice presented itself again—

Another attempt to destroy the entire world where the chains grew.

It must be destroyed.

The fighters headed in the direction of the floating engine.

The corridors have all turned into tunnels for bugs, with no right angles. Occasionally, you can see murals, statues, or exquisite decorations, faintly visible in the dim light of the self-lit lamp wrapped in the nest. This kind of beauty has no meaning in the nest.

As it continued to move forward, the surroundings became darker and darker, and it was almost impossible to see anything. The soldiers used the night vision function, and the buildings in Xia Tian's eyes also turned green.

The full vision of tactical planning is very strange, he no longer only pays attention to the only line, and the whole dark world unfolds before his eyes.

He saw the opening of the hole at a right angle, with countless insect eggs stuck to the wall of the hole, and larvae wriggling inside; he saw the producers who could customize genes, densely packed load-bearing people carried food through the low tunnel, and soldiers evolved from generation to generation , The eliminated ones were devoured in a blink of an eye. There are countless melted artworks in this huge kingdom, with strange shapes, full of insect eggs, or dead in the corner.

There is a creepy order here, and all the details reveal a brutal nature and ever-expanding desires.

There is a special screen in Xia Tian that is Bai Lin's single screen, there is no need to separate it out, but he wants it, just looking at it makes him feel at ease.

"Keep moving forward, twenty meters." Xia Tian said, "Stop."

Everyone stopped, and there was no sound under their feet, like a group of ghosts walking in the hive city. There are masking sprays on their bodies, and the monsters cannot perceive their existence, but the shielding time will not be too long.

In the next second, a group of patrolling "soldiers" crawled past the front. They have strong hind legs and six knife-sharp front claws, but their faces still have a human appearance. This group of humanoid bugs passed not far in front of the rebel army, and disappeared into the darkness at the end of the passage, also silently.

"Continue." Xia Tian said.

A group of people walked forward briskly, and Xia Tian continued: "In thirty seconds, you will encounter a squad of fifteen soldiers, and after ten seconds, there will be three other squads of the same number in the direction of three, six and twelve o'clock. join in.

"It will be done in three minutes."

"Do you think it's realistic?" Yi Xiaonan said.

"Maybe you can wait ten minutes to meet the big army." Xia Tian said, "One hundred and twenty."

"I don't think your model is suitable for tactical planning..." Yu An said, his voice trailed off, and Bai Lin suddenly took a step forward, raised his gun and fired at the bug squad that was coming forward.

The tunnel was suddenly brightly lit, and the flames ran wildly. Half of the patrol team died, and a few ran towards them, and the soldiers behind raised their guns and shot them dead.

Bai Lin in front rushed straight into the fire.

He rushed towards the direction of three o'clock, before the rescue bug team could react, he threw in an all-round bomb and dodged back.

He turned to the twelve o'clock direction, and there was an explosion behind him, and the fire reflected the cave like a demonic realm.

At the corner of the intersection of the tunnel stood half a statue that hadn't completely melted, shining golden light under the flames, knotted and knotted, like a pile of diseased carrion, leaving only one graceful arm to make upward movements, stretching like a dancing posture.

Several monsters rushed over, Bai Lin dodged behind the statue, and shot three backhand shots, all headshot.

Eric rushed to his side and shot at the remaining monsters at three o'clock. Bai Lin stood behind the statue, opened the safety valve, and threw another bomb over without looking up.

It was cleared up in a blink of an eye.

"Two minutes and twenty seconds." Xia Tian said, "I'm beginning to understand my mood before tactical planning, some people can not rush so hard. Go in at three o'clock, turn left in the first corridor, and hide."

"How long forward?" Bai Lin said.

"After you calm down." Xia Tian said.

Bai Lin looked at the panorama by himself, covered his eyes with his forward hair, and swiped his right hand neatly, full of murderous aura, very unhappy.

Wei Xi asked, "How is your side?"

"The wine is a bit weak." Xia Tian said.

"Just drink the juice." Bai Lin said.

Xia Tian laughed, watching another rescue team rush through the corridor, and said, "Now—"

He sat alone in the headquarters of the alien world, staring at the panoramic video, surrounded by snacks, wine and weapons.

At the same time, he could hear a slight scratching sound from the corner of the hall, and countless "soldiers" of the tyrant were approaching in this direction.

The building stands alone in the insect nest, with its spire facing the sky, lonely and tragic.

Xia Tian picked up the gun next to him, opened the safety, and said to the earphone: "Forward."

3.

Xia Tian blew up the stairs in the lobby on the third floor, the flames were dazzling, tearing the building boards and piles of logos, and the whole building shook with a roar.

He struggled to his feet, slipped a bit, but then regained his footing, stooping to haul the heavy gun up.

Half of his body was covered in blood, and the red liquid flowed down the gun barrel, which was a little slippery, so he wiped it on his clothes casually.

In less than half an hour, the buildings below Xia Tian were almost completely destroyed, the weapons were used at random, and a large pile of rubble and corpses were left behind.

Holding the heavy gun in his still intact hand, he looked at the situation on the fourth floor.

This is an oval-shaped battle experience hall. The main game is called "Rising". The logo is a strange fetus, and the expression of ecstasy can be faintly seen.

There are large and small forts, propaganda papers, peripherals and marking guns scattered around, and the fluorescent materials faintly reflect light in the dark like animal eyes. Outside the glass curtain wall is the gloomy sky, the light is dim, and the whole world seems to be in a huge fetal membrane, struggling to be born.

Xia Tian saw a few worm-shaped soldiers lying on the outer wall at a glance, with human faces on their round sticky heads, their eyes closed tightly, as if they were trapped in a nightmare.

They have six arms with suction cups, and their lower bodies are worm-like secretion tubes, and the solid walls melt into a foul-smelling ooze beneath them.

Twenty minutes ago, the repellant could force them into a dormant state, but now the monsters were able to walk steadily on the outer wall. It won't be long before this thing turns the Rebel HQ building into a gnarled part of the hive.

Xia Tian glanced, lowered his head to check the energy tank, while dragging a bunker forward, leaving bloody footprints.

He was still staring at the front at the same time. In the tactical field of vision, the images spread out layer by layer, marked with numbers and key levels, like an exploding nebula, most of which were concentrated in the insect nest below.

He said, "Turn left twenty meters ahead. Up."

Someone muttered to confirm the direction, after all, the plan is downward. Xia Tian responded that the direction was correct.

The hall became darker, dense bugs climbed up the glass wall, the gray skylight drifted and gradually went out, and the aging fluorescent material lit up faintly.

Xia Tian went to look at Bai Lin's solo screen again, the man's face was gloomy, and his arm was bruised, but he didn't notice it. He was clutching the gun tightly, his knuckles turned white, as if they would be shattered by an inexplicable force at any time... He remembered that he had fantasized at a certain moment that he must make Xiao Bai happy all the time.

He stared at it for a while, and then went to drag the cover again. Under the dim light, he couldn't walk steadily, but his movements were firm.

"We can turn right from the fork, and there are stairs going down," Wei Xi said.

"I can't make it through." Xia Tian said.

He dragged the cover with his good arm, still clutching the gun in his wounded hand. He wasn't quite sure how the injury was, he just felt it hurt, but he couldn't tell where it hurt.

But he was very clear about tactics. "The patrol routes below are too densely intertwined." He said, "Wait—at three o'clock, turn left at the second fork."

Bai Lin said suddenly: "'It' knows."

"It counts." Xia Tian said.

But it doesn't matter, he counts too.

At this moment, the battle has already surpassed the level of the killing show, the devil and the hero are both grander, and the things in the nightmare overlap with the world, turning into an endless battlefield.

Nobody spoke anymore, and the warriors went on, no matter how horrible and unreasonable everything was, the battle had to be fought.

"After one minute, the fifteen-person team will meet, prepare—" Xia Tian said.

The screen in front of him stretched as far as the eye can see, tunnels without skylight unfolded underground, and the occasional lights seemed like ghosts. This is the world of bugs, which no longer belongs to humans. A large area of coordinates, angles, biological attributes and speed of the patrol are marked in the complex and orderly geometric pattern. What he needs is to integrate and make a plan.

This kind of situation has a special name in the killing show, called "large-scale path planning", which requires top spatial thinking ability, digital sensitivity and high concentration of attention.

The tactical vision shows that the soldiers are getting farther and farther away from their destination, and they are also keeping a distance from countless patrols.

Xia Tian calculated his plan, and continued to drag the bunker with a limp.

Ten minutes later, the glass wall in front of Xia Tian finally melted, and the light was broken and slender, flickering messily under the skylight. Countless bugs rushed in like a pale, dirty tide.

He stood behind the crude bunker and looked at it. Compared with the army of bugs, the bunker was light and thin, and it was almost useless.

He raised his hand and threw out half a bag of energy tubes that burned the palace, raised the heavy gun with difficulty, and adjusted the gear—

At this moment, he clearly saw the appearance of the monsters rushing towards them. They were human-like, and they were so close that they could see the hollow pupils like hell.

The fire of the heavy gun exploded wildly in Xia Tian's hands, it was too bright, burning a hole in the gray space. The energy tube shattered, and the dark red flames fainted, dyeing the space blood red. It detonated the one next to it, and another giant red flower bloomed.

Within five seconds, a huge dark red wall of fire opened up in front of Xia Tian's eyes, and the light reflected a huge dark shadow behind him, which was indistinguishable from the bloody red light.

Standing in the red, the god of the upper city was exhausted and scarred, only red light was burning in his pupils, and the murderous aura condensed into substance, refusing to go out.

Xia Tian dragged his gun, turned around slowly, and walked towards the observation elevator standing in the darkness at the corner ahead. It had a tall door, and the red copper flowers seemed to grow out of sucking blood.

At this moment, the ground shook violently, the arena vibrated, and there was a mournful cry from the bottom of the feet, as if it came from countless buildings and the land itself, deep into the bone marrow.

The person on the other side of the headset cursed, and could feel the trembling and excitement of the person over there from such a distance, Xia Tian realized what it was—someone hacked the floating engine again. The spare engine barely made it through, though.

A lot of dust and debris fell from the zenith, and under the light of the fire, they scattered like finely divided flesh and blood—

A monster rushed towards the corner, extremely fast, without sound, Xia Tian shot at it three times, before it fell obliquely to the wall. But then another one jumped out and bit Xia Tian's right arm.

Only then did he see a large soft hole corroded from bottom to top on the floor, and the ground turned into a thick membrane, which collapsed, and the bottom was full of dense worms.

Xia Tian fired two shots with his left hand, crushing the monster's neck, its fangs biting into the skin, he didn't have time to respond, he turned around and shot the other ones.

He covered the floor with fire, and in an instant there were corpses under his feet, stepping over the tumorous heads and making his way to the elevator. On the way, another monster bit into the shoulder fiercely, Xia Tian killed two, and then exploded the head of the monster on the shoulder with his backhand.

He pressed the elevator button back, leaving blood-red fingerprints.

At this moment, the privilege of forcibly shutting down the security system began to return to him again. It was boundless numbers, lines, statistics, and permissions, gathering rapidly like dark clouds before a storm. Even the Temple of War God is open.

In the panoramic video function, a red message flashed, saying that a floating engine on the edge of the former Yingkong Lake site had sunk, and the memorial park and surrounding streets had fallen into the N7 area. The scene was magnificent.

Believers say that there is no need for a park, and that destruction is the only way to worship the god of war.

Xia Tian could clearly feel that the berserk behemoth in the outside world was about to fully wake up, and every breath was filled with gunpowder, fire and death.

That was the body of God of War.

The metal door of the elevator opened, and Xia Tian fell into it.

He supported his body with one hand, slid back a little with difficulty, dragged his gun and shot at the pale head of a monster poking in. The gun was heavy and silent, and there was no response, and he realized that he had bottomed out.

Xia Tian dropped the gun, raised his foot and kicked the monster's head, and went to grope for another gun.

He touched a large-caliber musket and shot the top of the monster's head. The bullet rushed into its chaotic brain, generating extremely high temperatures and bursting.

Half of its head was broken, but several legs were still struggling to climb in, Xia Tian kicked its bloody neck with his feet in embarrassment, and kicked it out of the door.

The metal door closed, he took a breath and struggled to get up.

He was covered in blood, was shaking, and was terribly cold.

He stretched out his hand but pressed the button leading to the top floor, and heard Xiao Bai whispering in the earphone: "Xiamen?" There was fear in his voice, as if he was afraid that he would not get an answer.

"Here." Xia Tian said, trying to make his voice as relaxed as possible.

It was quiet over there, and Xia Tian could hear Xiao Bai's breathing.

"Waiting for you to pick me up." He continued.

The man gave a soft "hmm".

Xia Tian couldn't stand still, and slowly slid to the ground against the wall, while fumbling for a medical kit from his pocket.

He injected himself with a styptic injection, took two more injections for pain relief, and finally took out an energy potion and injected it directly into the artery.

The effect of the medicine made him shiver, and he became more focused, the ubiquitous pain subsided, and his vision became clear. Xia Tian felt the elevator slowly go up, the tactical field of view was arranged in an orderly manner, his hands trembled violently a few times, and then became stable again.

He's familiar with this, the extreme overdraw, the burnout, the feeling of being ruined at any moment.

but not now.

Now he feels he can do the impossible.

"Five o'clock forward," Xia Tian said, "turn left, go straight—"

The ground shook again, then stabilized. The real world is still solid.

Deep in the nest, warriors passed through low maintenance passages, pipes sunk limply into the wall like twisted intestines.

"Turn left. Good." Xia Tian said, "Prepare for directed bombs."

He circled a range on the floor remotely.

A group of people finally realized what he wanted to do, Yu An raised his eyebrows, and someone laughed.

Xia Tian looked at the "soldiers" who quickly gathered in the video, and the tyrant already knew it. There was a mocking smile on his lips, and he reacted very quickly, but it was too late.

He raised his bloody hand and clicked the detonation button.

He asked everyone to place hidden bombs in many specific places along the way. He doesn't have to worry about the signal, most of the satellites in the upper city are in his hands.

Xia Tian couldn't hear the explosion, he felt that he could feel it, maybe it was a hallucination, there were thirty-one explosions in a row, and the sticky and disgusting buildings around him were blown into pieces, and the bugs were buried in it. Xiaobai and the others will be safer.

He keeps saying he'll take care of White, but that's mostly bullshit, even though he really, really wants to take care of him and keep him happy.

"I have to admit that you have a good tactical plan," Yi Xiaonan said through the headset, "you may consider changing careers in the future..."

Before his voice fell, Bai Lin had already placed a downward bomb, which detonated directly, and the ground of the worm nest collapsed, revealing the dark inside.

Bai Lin jumped down without stopping, his movements were urgent, as if the gun and the sound from the earphones were the only support. His locks of hair were curled up again, and his gray pupils were like the edges of swords, overflowing with murderous aura, so dazzling.

Xia Tian couldn't see enough.

"Xiaobai..." he said.

The man didn't speak, Xia Tian could see that his body was tense, and he looked fragile and thin for a moment.

"Nothing..." he finally said, "at three o'clock, enter the tunnel."

He supported the metal wall of the elevator, slowed down for a while, put down his hands, stood firm, and grabbed the musket.

"Stop, here," he said, "it exploded."

Another sound of a bomb tearing through the nest.

A group of people jumped down and moved on.

In the abbreviated building, this thin team went all the way down, approaching the core. And the further they advanced, the clearer the shape of the building became, showing the shape of the human world.

—The security protocol in the upper city is perfect, and all defensive measures will be used in key areas, including high-strength repellants.

It's just that all defenses are vulnerable to the rising desire to entertain to death.

The elevator door opened, and Xia Tian walked out.

The outside is a viewing and display room, which also serves as a tea restaurant. He can find a few weapons here, and he will last for a while.

A large piece of glass zenith above, pressed down by the lead gray sky, the clouds cracked a dark and twisted gap, the edge was faintly oozing red, with a damaged and rusty texture, as if the world was an old toy box that was about to fall apart.

Xia Tian turned to look for the weapon, at this moment, the earth shook for the third time.

The ground roared and roared, like a giant beast trying to break free from its restraints. With the sound of vibrations, the gap in the sky cracked, and then a very dim yellow light was revealed. He was not familiar with the spectrum, but it was almost a kind of maddening light.

Farther away in the sky, strange bright colors appeared in the dark clouds, and the dark red like flesh and blood spread, as if the clouds were beginning to rot.

Xia Tian grabbed a bag of bombs and thought, the fireworks are about to start.

Beneath the glass wall, hordes of bugs swarmed over the melting city, a writhing tide of filth rushing upward—toward him.

In this doomsday scene, the God of War should usher in a tragic death, and this year will be the "first year of the fall", entering the dark "age of the gods".

Xia Tian looked down at the spectacular monster scene with a blank face, which was like the scene in the myth that hell counterattacks the heaven.

On the field, he has no chance of surviving, he is just a mortal, there is no god in the upper city, only the endless marketing of human life, warmth and faith.

But he doesn't just belong on the field.

Another piece of news about the crash of a floating engine appeared in the tactical field of vision, and the flames shot straight into the sky. Xia Tian glanced at it, turned around and went to prepare the explosives.

They are in such a hurry, the situation outside must be very bad.

And Xia Tian doesn't want to miss this fireworks anyway.