1.
The sky was rusty and the air was full of the stench of bugs.
But the world is still made of steel, trapping people in it and serving up bloody fun tricks.
Xia Tian retreated to the top floor of the Rebel Army headquarters, leaving behind corpses along the way, and injected himself with an energy potion. He was terribly cold, but the medicine brought burning heat, forcing the release of the last trace of temperature in the blood vessels.
Ten minutes ago he blew up the observation deck on the top floor. The flames chased the fuel and flowed down like a waterfall.
Now, the entire building was charred black, with insect corpses stuck everywhere on the outer walls, gunpowder smoke and stench filled the air, and the jointed feet trembled in the wind.
Under the rusty sky, the building of the headquarters of the Rebel Army is like a solitary sharp sword, beheading countless monsters and pointing to the sky.
Xia Tian threw away the gun with no energy and picked up another one.
He stood alone on the highest point, his jacket disappeared, and he was so injured that it was doubtful how he could still stand up. Blood flowed down half of his face, and he wiped it so as not to block his view.
The tactical field of vision enveloped him, becoming larger, more splendid and clearer, more numbers and coordinates flickering, and more markings of bloody enemies.
They have already lost five comrades in arms, and more will die.
The killing show officials directly intervened and moved the arena. The soldiers of the worms got a new passage, instantly overwhelming, descending from the tunnels and ventilation pipes from the sky, and rushed towards them.
Xia Tian stared at the sudden increase and endless blood-red marks, and quickly calculated. He said, "Turn left and go to the transit area."
He quickly said the coordinates, and then said: "Boom, go forward from the indoor street, then turn right and down—"
At this moment, in the panoramic view, an insect rushed out obliquely from the wall softened like a fetal membrane. It had spikes like gun barrels on its head—it might really evolve a gun in twenty generations—with a tingling smell. The violent joy stabbed Yi Xiaonan's chest.
The latter grabbed it and stared at the murder weapon that pierced his body. Yu An quickly smashed the monster's head and stretched out his hand to grab Yi Xiaonan's arm.
Yi Xiaonan pushed him away and took two steps back. People like them knew what was going on the moment this happened.
He retreated into the tide of monsters behind him, and opened the safety valve of the bomb.
Yu An wanted to rush over, but the comrades behind grabbed him.
At the last moment, Yi Xiaonan smiled nonchalantly, and blew a kiss to his teammates, as if he was just saying goodbye drunkenly after having a drink at the bar.
He failed to go to the restaurants and fireworks he wanted to see for his comrades, and the distorted bugs engulfed him in a blink of an eye. Then there was an explosion, burying him, endless bugs, and building debris all together.
Many people were buried here and became nourishment for the monsters, but they never honestly became nourishment.
Yu An stared blankly for a few seconds, but he didn't have much time, the explosion would only hold back the insect swarm for a while.
At this moment, the frontmost team had already rushed into the maintenance garage. The buildings here were still normal, and the light was cold and steady, coating everything in bluish white.
Xia Tian said: "Within three minutes!"
Before he finished speaking, several explosions sounded again, and a big hole was opened in the wall in front, and someone from behind blew up the swarm again. A group of people rushed into the still burning road, went forward, turned right, and then down.
The door of the engine maintenance room is made of high-density alloy, tall and fortified, marking the right of the upper city to float in the air. The decryption window popped open in front of Xia Tian, and he quickly transferred the authority.
A group of felons were in a panic, all of them were wounded, and their weapons were almost gone, but the moment they rushed to the gate, the green light turned on, indicating that those entering and exiting had the right to pass through this place.
Then they saw the main engine of the floating engine lit up in the darkness. The indicator lights were like eyes, which were the heart of the floating monster in the upper city.
There was a rustling sound outside, building debris rolled down, and the army of bugs was approaching in a blink of an eye. There is never enough time.
Bai Lin took two steps, then turned around suddenly, and walked towards the bug.
He walked against everyone, kept walking, and shot.
He no longer has heavy guns and rocket launchers, but he is holding a large-caliber energy gun, but his speed is extremely fast, the gun is deadly, a string of flames and blood lights up, and there is a violent rhythm, which makes people's hearts jump.
During this period of combat time, he had already found the bug's weakness, and every shot hit the cervical spine.
Looking at him from a long distance in Xia Tian, Bai Lin walked quickly, stepping over the trembling corpse, and tied the bomb to the gun with one hand.
He rushed to the door, grabbed the handle, and slammed it shut. The door slams on the head of a rushing bug, jamming it. Bai Lin inserted the barrel of the gun into its eye socket, and the juice splashed everywhere.
He smashed it a second time, kicking the bug out and slamming the door.
Xia Tian quickly locked the door at the far end.
Bai Lin turned and walked towards the floating engine. There was a huge explosion from behind the door. The decoration embedded with countless warning signs was shattered, and a large area of the building trembled under the violence.
But separated by the translucent metal wall, the flames of the explosion looked hazy, like the color of a newborn sun.
The accelerant that Bai Lin stuffed into the bomb also ignited, as if the sun had really risen behind him, tyrannical and deadly, burning the hive out of a fiery red hollow.
There's probably not even a stench outside, just pure heat.
Xia Tian looked at him, he seemed to come out of the sun, out of the destruction, leaving only corpses and ruins. But it illuminates the endless darkness and pierces the ignorant world.
Outside the arena, everyone was looking at him, unable to look away.
Xia Tian stood on the top floor of the Rebel Army Headquarters, a flood of bugs crawled all over the building, all of them came towards him. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the first time he heard Bai Lin's name and the rebels. People always say it was a tragedy, but for him it was always like a dawn in the darkness.
An insect leaped frantically, the spikes on the top of its head completely pierced Xia Tian's abdomen, running through the body.
Xia Tian grabbed the spikes with one hand and shot towards its head, blood and flesh splashing everywhere.
He took a step back, and at the same time, the bomb under Xia Tian's feet exploded.
It was the bomb he had planted before, and the perimeter of the building exploded under his feet. The building panels were mixed with gunpowder smoke, repellant, and the corpses of countless bugs, falling down like a raging river.
The bomb was so precisely placed that it shattered two-thirds of the floor. The swarm of insects that climbed up the building fell down and was smashed to pieces again. Some of the surviving ones were stained with repellent, trembling and losing their ability to move.
In the blink of an eye, there was only a skeleton with a broken core left in the building, which stood tall in the wind of the upper city and would collapse at any time. Xia Tian stood at the very top, holding the sharp thorns pierced into his belly with one hand, blood poured out continuously.
He stuck the heavy gun in the side seam, supported it with one hand, lowered his head, and tried to stand still.
"Xiaobai," he said.
"Don't talk!" Bai Lin said, his voice trembling.
He stretched out his hand, and the virus swam out like a shark and merged into the firewall. Outside the gate, bugs piled up again, trying to melt the strengthening alloy.
Xia Tian was quiet for a while, and said, "I'm fine."
He pulled out the bone sword that pierced through his abdomen, and he didn't bleed much blood, probably too much blood loss. There is a strong burning sensation in the wound, and this fucking nanobot still refuses to let go.
Xia Tian held on to unknown number of heavy guns. He still stands firmly, as if there is something in his bones that can stand upright when he dies, and will never fall down.
In this atmosphere, a rumor emerged.
About Bai Lin.
Bai Lin is still alive!
This rumor rose like a sun in the scorching hot air of the upper city, giving everything a crazy and psychedelic color.
Bai Lin, a generation of God of War, a god who has entered the underworld but cast a huge figure on the world, sitting on the throne of Shangcheng entertainment, watching everything coldly with dead eyes, always stained with blood, burning with flames of war——
No one questioned, no one asked, this absurd thing is as normal as a natural phenomenon.
Yakovsky immediately began to investigate. He has all the access and data collection rights in the entertainment industry, and soon found out that this matter was spread from the Temple of War God. Someone discovered this secret when they were investigating the death of the former head boss of Killing Show, Jorg. That person tried to threaten Bai Lin with this, and as a result, the entire Sin City was turned into dust.
Judging from the information on the Internet, this absurdity has its beginnings and ends, and it is very conclusive. It doesn't look like it's just a rumor during the fanatic period, let alone "rumor refutation".
"Bai Lin" is just a product, Yakovsky is engaged in a killing show, he knows it, although that person does exist... Shangcheng has fabricated countless stories, proving that if various conditions happen, he can survive down.
Jakovsky felt chills in his bones, and he suddenly realized that he believed this. Believe in God of War, believe in a psychedelic aura of gods.
Because he wanted too much to believe it.
And in this confused atmosphere, miracles may happen, the dead may be resurrected, and gods may come.
Nothing can stop people when they want to believe.
Not to mention mere reality.
Jakovsky heard a voice say, "I'm starting to think Mr. Minkoff is right."
"Nature is quite cautious, but we will kill Xia Tian within twenty minutes—"
"It can make up for some shortfalls to some extent. There has been too much trouble recently."
He curled up in the corner of the tool room, but he sat in the empty salon of the powerful. These people need opinions from all sides, and Jakovsky needs to control the field while responding to meetings at any time.
"He has suffered a lot," Qi Xiashang said, staring at Xia Tian on the screen. "He knows how tight this chain is. We can definitely let him fight for a while longer to attract fans."
"In the next ten years, what happens today will be the subject of first-class commercialization. This is a long-term investment..."
"The second Bai Lin."
"Did you hear the rumor? That he's alive..."
"impossible."
"That's hard to say, he's Bai Lin."
"He was created by us, and most of the things were made up."
"Xiamen was also created by us," Qi Xiashang said, "He, like Bai Lin, is a part of this business system. They don't admit it, but this is a simple fact—"
Yakovsky knew what they would do. He had seen the menu of punishment chips in Xia Tian. It was extremely professional, as if it could determine all the pain of a person's life.
They will pretend it is an "accident" and carefully arrange it as a grand and magnificent fate to tease... These days, the dragon will kill the hero, and there will be no more face-to-face duels.
He continued to browse all kinds of rumors about Bai Lin. Many people in the upper city searched nervously like him, as if their entire soul was counting on this matter.
Thousands of hacking clues are constantly being thrown out, aggregated, and the evidence is conclusive. Georg is a good player in this area, which saved everyone a lot of worry.
Jakovsky stopped suddenly, clearly aware.
Bai Jing'an is Bai Lin.
In the Floating Void City, you sometimes feel that the things in your fantasy will really happen, only one breath away from life, faintly appearing in the corner of your eyes.
It is the world of legends, myths and heroes, where everything has a purpose, where clues are looming, where life's suffering is a test, where fate is full of drama and where everything leads to a grand end.
It's not real life, so banal, trivial, and purposeless, where you never find your way and where all options are ambiguous.
You yearn for that imaginary world from the bottom of your soul, and then it does.
It didn't take long for the rebels in Uptown.
They quickly found Bai Lin from the old cobweb-like data in the upper city. Since ancient times, people have experienced similar things from reality and stories, searched for paths from darkness, followed them, and answered the ultimate questions in life.
At the moment when Xia Tian blew up the building, the temperature of the floating city reached its peak, forming a strange stagnation.
Bai Jing'an's name appeared in the center of the high temperature.
Qiao Ge claimed that Bai Lin's survival was purely accidental. He lost his memory due to the virus, escaped from the encapsulation area, assumed Bai Jing'an's identity, and lived in the upper city for nearly ten years. But everyone thought he was overthinking, amnesia, accidents, and his fucking identity... Did he think he was making a movie? !
The rebels have infiltrated the upper city long ago, and they are powerful.
This is an unquestionable reality.
Xia Tian is a senior member of the rebel army, he and Bai Lin appeared in the upper city together, he must be planning something earth-shattering. There have been signs for a long time, think about He Dingliu's death, think about what Xia Tian said... Shangcheng has never been a safe city floating in the clouds, but a pile of firewood soaked in fuel!
Jakovsky reached for the bottle when he heard an explosion outside. Real-time information showed that someone attacked the game department of Fujin Seven, blowing up most of the building.
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and frenzy.
That's Bai Lin.
Ghosts descend into the world in summons and bloody sacrifices, turning into gods.
The resurgence of Bai Lin and his ghost army is simple: carnage.
Within half an hour after his name appeared, a major event happened in Floating Void City. Even in such a psychedelic moment, the brutality of the matter is staggering.
Someone burned the headquarters of Xingtian Security, and 1,330 people died. The person in charge of the company and most of the management personnel died directly, and even the ashes could not be found.
The cause of the incident was that someone disclosed a document: the minutes of the massacre in District N.
Nearly ten years ago, the Ministry of Defense and Fujin Television reached this outsourcing agreement. These years, large enterprises have joined together, so the heads of all companies in the entire floating city participated in this meeting.
In that meeting, they made decisions about the carnage, and the general marketing direction after that.
When looking at the minutes of the meeting, one finds the Holocaust to be so businesslike and understated in the room. The directors and their top executives lay out the numbers, discuss the details, and consider the viability of the investment.
"It's going to be a creative investment and we're going to build a brand that Uptown will be talking about for at least two decades! Until another event is sensational enough to replace it, it's still going to be ours gem."
"We all know that the masses have no brains. The only thing that needs to be done is for the Propaganda Department to come up with a decent plan."
"We're going to bring rebellion, troops and massacres to the world of entertainment, and that's a milestone event."
Yuan An, the controlling shareholder of Xingtian Security, is one of the core members of the board of directors of Floating City who strongly advocates massacres. This powerful figure is the one with full authority. He believes that the massacre is the inevitable direction of entertainment development, finalizes the entire plan, contacts relevant personnel, and considers this matter a milestone in his career. If it is said that "the injustice has its head, and the debt has its owner", he is the one who should be responsible.
Uptown has been suffering a lot of disasters these days, and he is dealing with them. People who know him say he is a workaholic, with a strange passion for violence, and thinks this is the only thing that can be relied on.
In the afternoon of that day, someone mobilized all the magazine stocks of the Burning Palace series, installed five cargo air shuttles, and burned the headquarters of Xingtian Security.
Xingtian security is different from the Bingshan private security that low-key serves the rich. It has contracted most of the security work in the floating city and is a real violent machine.
But at that time, these air shuttles loaded with dangerous goods were directly incorporated into the patrol queue, and they parked swaggeringly above the company, and it was too late when the responsible staff found out that something was wrong.
When the accident happened, Yuan An was calling the person in charge below, saying that he would do his best to suppress it, and he didn't need to care how many people died. Anyway, when this matter is over, they are still good employees who work hard. These people are satisfied with the colorful screen in front of them, and don't need to worry at all.
At this moment, the dark red liquid poured down at a precise angle, covering the entire field. With the company's transparent decoration style, it looks like a god is pouring a glass of red wine.
The fuel that burned the palace burned the moment it touched the object, turning into a large rain of crimson fire that poured down. The temperature of the fire was extremely high, and the glass of the main building quickly liquefied and evaporated, leaving only the skeleton. The skeleton soon disappeared too.
The entire Xingtian headquarters instantly turned into a sea of flames, and the torches dyed the surrounding large office buildings dark red. The flame rushed up, devoured the shuttles, and continued to rise, like a blood-red tongue, reaching high into the sky, and everything it touched was burned to ashes.
And this time the murderer was no longer just an angry senior executive, but a group of people.
Among them must be at least two executives from Star S, this is the largest weapons manufacturer in the floating city, this kind of people can use all the magazine stocks of the "burning palace" series.
However, if the unmanned cargo air shuttle wants to enter the headquarters of Xingtian, it must pass through at least three lines of defense. Not only does it need high-level authorization, but it also needs Yuan An's own new personal password—his closest person must be among the betrayers. Authority can be exercised instead.
Most of the top executives of Xingtian Company have defected and joined the doomsday carnival in Floating Void City.
Most people in Shangcheng had never heard of Yuan An's name, but everyone saw the way he died.
The person who announced the responsibility claimed to be a member of the rebel army. The ghost army in the upper city led by Bai Lin began to wake up. Not long ago, they only existed on TV, performing a tragic fate.
Information has always been in the hands of the Resistance, and now comes the moment of reckoning.
Mr Yuan said "until another sufficiently sensational event replaces it", now it is. Only this time, Shangcheng was also among them, becoming a part of the destruction of the war.
It was definitely the people on the board of directors who disclosed the information, but it didn't matter who it was. When the minutes of the meeting were released, the second large-scale revenge soon began.
Zhuo Mingzhi is another person in the board of directors who strongly advocates the massacre plan, and has always had a good relationship with Mr. Yuan.
He died so badly that the whole house decided to have a "carnival."
It was a show that included all the brutal games that Mutant Creatures and Kill Show had, and it was televised. It was extremely cruel and bloody, and the few people in the house who did not rebel became the "game" objects of these people.
Oikawa of Star S Company, which was in charge of manufacturing massacre weapons, was shot down by his "lover" when he fled on an anti-gravity shuttle, and his bodyguards joined him. Afterwards, these people also played a hunting game with him in the gorgeous mansion. Only when he died did someone think of rebroadcasting it. He died a terrible death.
This time, when people talk about the Holocaust, it is no longer the interpretation of various TV dramas and games, this time, it is revenge. The way to go to the city, accompanied by music, live broadcast and blood carnival. There is no greater and more brutal force than the Holocaust.
People say that Bai Lin is no longer a ghost, but real, alive, horrifying, and unforgiving.
He didn't need to say anything, everyone knew that he would never forgive.
The huge throne of "Bai Lin" rose, blocking the bright sun in the hollow of the upper city. The Floating City has performed countless times in a world full of heroes and miracles, overlapping with the empty and empty real world and swallowing it.
Everyone must follow and join the world-destroying army of the only god in Uptown.
The real Bai Lin stood at the scene of the killing show, copying the virus into the host.
Numbers grew wildly around him, bursting open. The red light is like the blood from this gigantic beast, shining brightly, spreading bigger and bigger, infecting everything around it.
When the gods came, everything changed.
Bai Lin in the N7 area, the leader of the riot, the hero in the epic story, he led the rebel army to survive the desperation, counterattacked the Jedi, and occupied the upper city——
On the main screen, Bai Lin's figure is real and cold, trapped in the dark like an abyss, under the light, his outline is vivid, and the light reflected in his eyes is all cold and destructive.
All the movies, novels, games and stars that have performed him are like broken shadows in front of real people, meaningless.
The hero who slays the dragon, the god chosen by Shangcheng, always has deep-seated hatred in his eyes.
Nobody knows exactly what he did, but it must have been something huge.
People have endless imaginations.
The sky was as black as ink, and Minkov stood on the edge of his balcony, looking into the distance.
The Fujin S7 engine crashed in the shopping area of the main city. This ancient giant beast let out a mournful cry before it died, the earth shook unceasingly, and the crimson fire rose upward—
Immediately afterwards, another heavy mournful cry resounded through the sky, and the ground continued to tremble, unable to withstand such carnival anymore.
The floating city finally summoned the gods amidst the prosperity of the world and the drama of marketing. In the war between business and faith, the two collided, blood, lights, lines and machine parts scattered and mingled with each other, making it indistinguishable from each other. .
Little Minkov stood at the highest point of this destruction, the wind tore his half-length hair, his face was childish, as calm as the darkness itself, but also with cold ecstasy.
Under his feet, the ground roared, and the flames rose up, illuminating the clouds, almost touching the ground, and the scene was extremely fantastic.
It is the best time to watch fireworks.
2.
In the killing show arena, the main power room turned dark red, and the warning signs kept popping up at first, and then fell silent, only a large expanse of dried blood.
The ground trembled underfoot, and within ten minutes it would fall apart. Bloody captured the surrounding engine programs. People watched this scene, but they were not afraid, only excited like slaying a dragon.
Bai Lin turned around and blasted away the building panels that were finally sealed.
Everyone follows him, it doesn't matter if he is right or wrong, in this world, he is always right. This is his world.
Bai Lin stretched out his hand to pull the door that was finally locked, and the swarm of insects outside surged wildly, trying to engulf the world.
He didn't pull it away all of a sudden, and said, "Xiamen!"
There was no response from the other side of the earphone for a while, Bai Lin's face was frighteningly gloomy, but then the door made a slight sound of passing, and Xia Tian opened the door.
Bai Lin rushed towards the endless monsters, and the flames of explosions ignited around him, like long wings of destruction.
Everyone knew what he was up to - he wanted an anti-gravity shuttle.
Go back and find Xia Tian.
This time, Bai Lin would never let his companion die again. What he is looking for, he will find.
People frantically download all his old stuff, and his every move takes on a different meaning.
Tian Xiaoluo sits cross-legged in the living room, where garbage bags, snack residue, unwashed clothes and so on are piled up everywhere, and most of them are screens flying all over the sky, moving crazily.
From the holographic perspective, the sky under her feet was as dark as an abyss, and she was watching an upside-down, magnificent and bright fireworks.
The world will help Bai Lin get everything he wants. Over the years, the details fantasized around him have filled people's lives bit by bit, becoming reality and replacing them.
Bai Lin walked out quickly without any hesitation, as corpses splashed around.
The ground sank again, this time it didn't stabilize, the roar below was getting louder and louder, the plates rubbed against each other, collided, and began to separate.
Bai Lin entered the depths of the insect swarm, dodged a few pounces, and knocked one into the air. With flames burning all around him, he made a well-aimed charge towards an old aerial tank repulsor.
The others followed, blood flying everywhere, gunfire, stumps, and blood like streamers on a carnival.
Bai Lin rushed to the side of the car, his figure was a bit thin among the frenzied monsters, but he was unwavering. When his hand touched the control panel, the authority was automatically unlocked, and the floating screen unfolded in front of him: the highest authority.
A bug rushed over, and before it could touch him, it was thrown sideways by the people behind it.
Wei Xi, who was following behind, fired several shots to kill the bugs blocking the way ahead, he was quite skilled in this matter. Eric and the others snatched an anti-heavy shuttle and dragged him over.
At the same time, Bai Lin flew upwards with the air shuttle, and the worm's limbs drew sharp marks on the alloy plate.
He rushed into the boundless swarm of insects, single-handedly with the air shuttle, he forced his way out.
In the sea of worms, he rushed into an extremely open area, which seemed to be a floating gold symphony hall, surrounded by a dome of sky, with dense female worms and eggs below, and endless religious paintings painted on the ceiling, with holy colors , the gods are having fun in the clouds, and some food-carrying insects are crawling around.
The air shuttle went straight up, and the weapon interface was lined up in front of Bai Lin.
Not just the air shuttle, someone directly connected to the port of the main interface, and countless weapons in the entire upper city were placed in front of him, like sacrifices, waiting to be called.
Bai Lin stretched out his hand, turned on all the heavy cannons that burned the world series on the car, and fired at the zenith. The moment before he hit, the whole sky collapsed.
The building boards and insect corpses burning in the accelerant fell like snow. The zenith is like an empty sun, the edge is burning, and the floating shuttle rushes in without hesitation.
Bai Lin called up the camera scene, looking for traces of Xia Tian.
In the big pit behind him, gods and insects in religious paintings burned together, making crackling and crackling sounds. Bai Lin didn't even look at it and continued upward, shooting non-stop for a second, the air shuttle's weapon was half empty in a blink of an eye.
He didn't hold back at all, and reached out to connect the peripheral weapons. The weapons of the entire upper city were exposed in front of him, and all the places he touched were the highest authority.
Wei Xi called out on the public channel: "Xiamen?"
But there was dead silence and no response.
Bai Lin stared ahead, called up the orbital strike authority of three satellites, and pointed to this area.
The old hero is still full of strength, desperate to protect something in a desperate situation.
And in this revolt, the new reality that the people of Uptown are eager to deduce surrounds him, ensuring the hero's victory.
The floor of the room shook, Tian Xiaoluo turned a blind eye.
She sat in the Temple of Mars, the sacrificial swords, knives, keys, test tubes, guns, and bombs shrouded in dim light, exuding the breath of death.
The public network is bursting, with hotspots ebbing and bursting like bubbles.
Uptown has raised countless fanatical, ruthless people who are not afraid of death. Their faces always have the expression of a warm dream. Death is just a kind of game. The future is irrelevant. Reality is dark, noisy and far away. Reality.
Tian Xiaoluo always felt that he was in the temple a long time ago, waiting in the darkness.
She dragged a piece of orange data, flicked it lightly, and the screen in the public area instantly expanded like a monster's eyes, including all the codes.
The authority of the series satellites of the Ministry of Defense, the virus code, the authority of the 120 large arsenals of the Fujin Group... instantly enter the public area full of fanatics.
Countless codes, security controls removed, can be copied infinitely.
Tian Xiaoluo spoke, his priority was second only to God of War, above the carnival screams.
She said, "The weapons are fired."
Her pupils were no longer silent and dark as usual, but countless rays of light lit up and exploded in them.
The weapons belong not just to the God of War, but to the entire Resistance. Just as sacrifices and entertainment have always belonged to all.
This was an hour before Mr. Minkov called for the start of the Review Meeting.
Killshow HQ was completely over ten minutes after the weapons were released.
It stretches across the floating city like a huge carnival lantern, flashing advertisements and special effects, emitting a dark sweet fragrance, attracting people's desire to destroy.
At the same time, the floating engine began to sink on a large scale, and the earth wailed, and the sound resounded through the sky.
Some tile sinks are virus-based and sink slowly as snow, but most are forcibly sunk. The people at the party ecstatically shared the privilege of weapons like piranhas.
Under the night, the lights of the city stretched as far as the eye could see, but now the farthest place in sight was boiling, tens of thousands of missiles and orbits struck down, the flames rose, and all the fireworks were in full bloom.
The land as prosperous as a jewel box tilted away, the invisible giant hand overturned the human city, the lights were plunged into darkness, and the blood of the anti-gravity behemoth completely dyed the sky red.
They've been wild beasts of revelry, with mighty weapons, but only destruction and pain, because that's all they have in mind.
And no one loves the world, it's rotten to the bone.
The one who destroyed the S3 engine was Star Wei Zero.
He was curled up comfortably on a sofa in an upscale residential area of the main city when the incident happened. The man was in the bedroom, watching the final round of The Killing Show. He is actually pretty good among the benefactors, probably, so don't beat him too much.
Wei Ling is also watching the killing show, and keeps an eye on Xia Tian and Bai Lin's situation. People in the upper city are concerned about these things.
At this time, he saw the weapon issued by the Temple of War God. Numerous deadly codes are running wildly on the Internet, downloaded at will, and cannot be blocked.
Wei Ling didn't even think about it, he directly found the most powerful missile group he knew, set the target, and directly positioned it at the place where he is now. Then he set another three targets in an orderly manner, which were the locations of several other spare engines in the main city.
The bomb directly penetrated the engine below, destroying all auxiliary and spare engines. Wei Ling lay on the sofa and cushions, waiting for the arrival of the missile.
He sank half of the floating gold main city, and at the end he vaguely remembered the person who died in Xiuli a long time ago, from where he knew how to destroy the floating engine of the main city. Sure enough, that person was able to help him in the end.
It was a group of drunk young people from the killing show planning team who killed the Fujin Group headquarters building. This group of people yelled at Bai Lin, the god of war, who had always been a fictional character to them, but now it has become real.
Most of them are doing network logistics, and they are all on lifetime contracts with no future. They have planned so many big scenes, and killed so many people through the screen, each of them is familiar with how to destroy the world.
A former kill show contestant who received an amnesty started a realistic bombing game at the Imperial Center Park. After the last game, he has been mentally troubled. People think he will drink himself to death sooner or later.
But he didn't drink to death, he chased all the air shuttles indiscriminately in the Central Park, he knew how to use weapons, and when he got the weapon authority of the Temple of War, he destroyed the entire garden within 20 minutes.
He Yu was hosting a synchronous review program of a killing show, and at the same time connected to the Temple of War. When the weapon was fired, her heart was still pounding because of what happened to Bai Lin, and her blood seemed to be on fire.
She looked at the list, showed a smile, and began to introduce the usage of construction cleaning agent, saying that it was undoubtedly the most effective. The magnificent buildings of Uptown will melt like snow under a hot sun, as if they never existed.
She had worked for the City Building Authority for five years and she was top notch. And the point of life is just to sleep with someone, or the contract will be transferred to a sex department.
She smiled sweetly, and then said: "Just enter the Construction Management Bureau. There are three warehouses in the main city, 2,500 tons of reserves, and floating shuttles covering the whole city. In Fujin Second City, the Construction Management Bureau also has three warehouses. warehouse—”
She introduced them one by one with a pleasant smile and demonstrated with her own hands.
In the floating city, the broken people are hysterical and have weapons that can destroy the world.
People don't want to live, and they lack the concept of death. No one loves the world, it's rotten to the bone.
3.
The Void Salon held an emergency meeting.
In this nothingness that blooms out of thin air, the dim sunset slanted in, the sound of the waves burst, and a large area of blooming flowers could be seen outside the window, blooming forever. The shape of the conference room is made of gloomy wood, with dark gold flowing faintly, giving it a heavy luxury.
When Minkov walked in, it was the first time he had come here but he was not wearing a formal suit, and he was wearing the T-shirt with the explosion pattern printed on it.
Yakovsky glanced at him, but said nothing.
Everyone in the salon looked at him, but no one dared to speak to him for a moment.
Five minutes ago, a series of Silencer missiles hit the house of Lu Qing'an's family. This person is the person in charge of the Death Entertainment Channel of the Fujin Group. The latest news is that a group of thugs came and started an attack and torture. broadcast online. They also said it was part of a party project, which is always bloody at parties these days.
There have been three such attacks, but Lu Qing'an is the one with the highest status. These kinds of attacks were initially very targeted, but quickly became more chaotic and faster, and people were just eager to kill someone.
After a while, Lei Luo and Qi Lan greeted Xiao Minkov—even though he was wearing a casual T-shirt and destroying the world, he was still "Mr. Xiao Minkov", this is the local order .
Mr. Minkoff sat on the sofa looking at him with a blank expression while holding a wine glass.
Xiao Minkov supported the table with one hand, jumped easily, and sat on the main table. With his legs dangling, he took a glass, poured a large glass of spirits, took a sip, and squinted at the people around him.
Jakovsky looked away, thinking how scary he was, scarier than his father.
The salon was filled with a sense of decadence, and the gloomy golden light from the sky shone in, bright and pure but bleak, as if the extremely beautiful thing had passed its golden age and was beginning to decay and sink. Most people who dim light have a good sense of humor.
Some dignitaries were talking about Bai Lin, and some said that all the non-public videos in the guest show had become garbled codes, and countless messy colors danced wildly, as if the videos realized that the world was over, and decided to have a carnival together.
The internal video of the guest show has a confidential code. Obviously, someone directly attacked the relevant program and turned the video into a pot of rotten porridge.
They sounded like they were chatting at an over-the-top party, saying that now all files with private codes have similar problems, and the technicians of Fujin Group are busy fixing them.
By the time Jakovsky last paid attention, no one had knocked out any new code. At times like these, everyone in Uptown joins in the revelry.
He knew he could leave, no one cared about him here, but he still sat in the corner, holding a bottle, watching the decay of the core area of the upper city.
Weixing Mo was in a daze, Xiang Si was very excited, and told people that this killing show was a real art, so powerful that it swallowed the whole real world.
Everyone here knows that the end is coming, but there is no particular panic and despair. Yakovsky thinks that they have never panicked. These people are like sick flowers blooming in poisonous soil. normal human response.
"I went to the scene of the massacre in District N," Shi Tingwen said, he is the controlling shareholder of Bingshan Private Insurance, "I have been thinking, so many people died, there must be some mysterious and major revelation, an answer …”
He paused and turned to look outside.
He seemed to see something extraordinary through the blooming flowers of the Sharon of Nothingness.
"Oh," he said softly, "it looks like it's my turn."
At that moment, his figure seemed to be coated with a layer of excessive golden red, like the color of overbaked creme brulee, this color invaded the salon, like a piece of overcooked rotten spots, Spread out in the sun.
His figure disappeared in the next moment, and Yakovsky could see that it was the disappearance when the simulation equipment was suddenly destroyed: the light and shadow flickered violently, becoming intense and distorted. Then, like a flower that has bloomed to the extreme and withered, the color has withered, only making the golden smudged a bit more gloomy.
Even when he disappeared, his expression was still quiet, as if he was looking at the answer he had been waiting for but didn't exist.
Jakovsky checked the news, but couldn't find the attack.
Too many jumping news boxes, all explosions and deaths. Uptown is rushing toward destruction with countless lives, lights, technology, and fanaticism. Occasionally, there is a host who looks like he is overdosed on drugs, and he is the perpetrator.
Death didn't provoke much reaction, and for these people, it was just another not-so-fresh game ending.
Qi Xiashang rushed in, he rushed so hard that the virtual device left behind a cloud of scarlet color, and he shouted: "Xiamen's penalty chip is invalid!"
A few people turned their heads to look at him, and Xiang Sishang replied, "I guess so."
"It keeps saying that it is being repaired, but no one is repairing it!" Qi Xiashang said, "Someone hacked the main authority, and now I can't get in at all! This must be done by our own people, the authority is very high—"
He opened the list of penalty chips, and kept trying to press the keys, extremely eager. There are so many options for punishment chips, some of them are horribly abnormal, he would like to try them all, but there is no response.
Several people glanced at him disinterestedly, and Qi Xiashang shouted: "We have to kill him!"
He yelled at the expired list.
"Kill in front of everyone! Shoot the death scene, play a dirge or something, with proper lighting and lines, and tell everyone that the game is over! Bai Jing'an—Bai Lin! After Xia Tian dies, he will calm down, we must Killed him too—”
"It won't work anymore." Qi Lan said without raising her head.
He's been swiping his phone, his attention focused on the Killing Show finale.
"We can go directly to kill him!" Qi Xiashang said.
His hungry eyes glowed on the disabled screen: "We have a combat-type anti-gravity shuttle, which looks a little more hideous... Kill him directly in front of the camera!"
Qi Lan looked sideways at him. He wears a white casual outfit and mostly wears a smile that hangs like a mask on his face. In a void, the cruelty of the powerful can reach unimaginable levels.
Qi Xiashang continued: "When the time comes, make up any reason, there will always be a reason!"
Qi Lan was fiddling with a small paper knife. He was deft and nervous. He was one of the core members of the board of directors. Most of the time he was silent and had no opinion on anything.
Yakovsky is sure that this person has mental problems. For him, all things are mixed together, and there is no distinction between priority and secondary.
He didn't know how that happened, maybe something weird would always happen in the chaos—Qi Lan liked Xia Tian very, very much.
It was not a possessive or earthly love, but a single-minded focus born of extreme hopelessness. A creepy life goal.
Qi Lan focused on the newly appointed chief planner of Killing Show, and suddenly stood up, putting his hands on his shoulders.
Qi Xiashang looked up at him uncertainly—he had always felt that he had a good relationship with Qi Lan, maybe because they were both surnamed Qi, but Qi Lan had a good relationship with anyone, and he didn't have any personal opinions.
Mr. Qi from the core board of directors raised his hand and pulled out the personal information page in his terminal. It was originally kept secret, but it was automatically decoded when it came into contact with his fingerprint.
"Mr. Qi?" Qi Xiashang said.
"Let me take a look," Qi Lan said softly, "You are now in the underground palace of Fujin Qitai."
His fingers were slender and soft, like white porcelain. Yakovsky knew how many people he had killed. The countless sacrifices in the Temple of War were all put in by Mr. Qi with a gentle smile.
Mr. Minkoff glanced this way in disinterest, and looked away, no one looked this way again.
A group of people are talking in the eternal slanting sunset. This sunset has existed for a long time, but the decaying color in the golden red is clearly visible, and it has reached the moment of withering.
Xia Tian didn't answer because he didn't hear it.
He repelled another wave of attacks, and he had no strength left. He fell to the top of a small piece of ruins, and the bugs below were making a comeback.
Most of the display screen in front of him has gone out, he has finished his work, and the stadium is about to be destroyed. He could feel its deep, dying tremors.
Everything is being destroyed, the blood has already stained the outside world, and the killing show has entered the entire upper city, spreading and growing, leaving behind bloody ruins.
After such a long time, Bai Lin's name resounded across the world again, like the sun rising in the middle of the night, it was no longer just a game to grab attention, but brought real destruction.
The sky above is boundless blood red, which is the color of the Incinerator attacking a large defense network. There has been such a scene in the guest show, like a devil attacking heaven, but that is Xiaobai.
Xia Tian closed his eyes, listening to Xiao Bai's breathing on the earphone. He turned his channel up to the loudest.
He wanted to grab the gun one more time, live a little longer, and wait. The man was doing his best to come to him, and he needed him.
But he only moved a finger.
A small group of detonated rays of light flashed in front of him, he knew that when it was time to die together, Xia Tian could always do this without hesitation, but this time he couldn't do it.
He has never talked about any serious love in his life. The hazy and distant time when he was a teenager was more about the anger of losing a loved one.
And falling in love...so deadly, can change you from the inside. Xia Tian was never afraid of death, but at this moment he felt so afraid.
He thought, what should Xiaobai do
The man was bruised and he wanted to protect him and wait for him and kiss him and tell him they'd be okay.
Xia Tian seldom thinks about this aspect. After all, this is a world without a future. Loved ones will die, comrades-in-arms will become enemies, pain and conflicts are consumer goods, and there will be no good results if you want anything.
But at this moment, he knew that it was unrealistic, that he would fail and suffer, making him like a joke for people's entertainment, and he was still imagining it.
Wanting to make Xiaobai happy... He knows he can make him happy.
The most important things in the world are within reach, but just out of reach.
"Xiaobai..." Xia Tian said.
The person over there didn't say a word, the air shuttle rushed straight up, the roof of the car hit the wall obliquely, and flew out sideways. But he gritted his teeth and corrected his direction, staring forward.
Xia Tian tentatively said: "If this thing doesn't work out in the end, can you... Try not to make me a living specimen?"
Bai Lin still didn't make a sound, and rushed upward like crazy.
In the fuzzy and upside-down vision, Xia Tian saw a bug sticking to the jaws of flesh and blood. He finally clenched the gun and pulled the trigger with all his strength.
He could no longer see the appearance of the monster, the world began to darken, and the light and shadow of the enemy turned into chaos. The whole world was the rustling of worms climbing up a lonely building, rising up and drowning him.
In the end, he still fired four shots without any rules, but he still killed the enemy.
And the light and shadow of the world flickered for a moment and went out completely.
At the moment when Xia Tian's heartbeat stopped, the last batch of bombs would destroy everything here. This was his last resistance.
And friends and foes are gone now, like when you leave a bar at the end of a lively night. The lights are turned off, the excitement and joy are over, the people who gather together are separated, and the world is silent.
This is perfectly normal. But he still thinks about Xiaobai.
Xia Tian waited, but Xiao Bai still did not speak, as if he would not forgive him for dying. So he dared not die.
The crippled Xiaobai couldn't stand any more injuries, and he started to provoke him by himself, pretending that everything was fine, irresponsibly assuring everyone would be fine, and even sleeping with him.
He made promises as casually as he had promised when he was down town, but he couldn't take responsibility at all.
"Xiaobai," Xia Tian said in a small voice, "I'm sorry..."
The last bomb went off.
The Rebel building stood like a solitary bone amidst the rubble and worms, and now that broken bone was shattered too.
Countless bugs, building fragments, and Xia Tian fell together towards the dark earth.
At the moment when the god of war fell, the earth began to disintegrate, and the land cracked, like a giant wound, dark and empty. The artificial lake roared up to the sky, then fell down again, and the whole land was bloody. There are countless corpses on the killing show field, and it is a land piled up by death and anger.
Among the countless cameras, the god of war in the upper city fell down, with his eyes still open at the end, waiting.
Like many people imagined his ending, he did not surrender and would not sleep peacefully. He fought to the last moment and died in endless blood.
On the floating city, the dome of the sky is like a huge upside-down pool of blood, and the sacrificial fire is burning below, and the broken, hopeless, and confused souls are piles of firewood soaked in fuel.
The light of the fire lit up a pair of pupils that had been dark and gloomy for a long time, looking at the crazily burning fire in the upper city and the dark night that followed.
In the guest show, when Xia Tian died, Bai Lin saw hallucinations.
At that time, he was overdosed and in a mess, but when he looked up, he saw Xia Tian wearing the cartoon T-shirt and denim jacket from the previous day's escape, sitting on the messy floating screen and smiling at him.
He stared at him, and the man showed a somewhat embarrassed expression, and said, "Xiaobai..."
In Bai Lin's short memory, he had experienced many terrible things, but he had never been so frightened, he froze completely, his bone marrow froze to ice.
When he finally realized it, he yelled at the shadow: "You are not allowed to die—you, you go back, I will soon find a way to save you, it only takes a short while!"
The voice was out of control, desperate, unreasonable, not like his voice.
"You tried your best." Xia Tian said.
"I don't want to listen to this!" Bai Lin said, "Please... go back, please... it's almost over—"
The man watched him for a moment, then walked across the screen and hugged him hard. Xia Tian's body is always warm and can melt the terrible darkness in his heart. But at this moment, Bai Lin's fingertips were freezing cold.
He held on to the shadow tightly, and a part of his heart said that he should let go, let him go, and tell him "I'm sorry". But he couldn't say it.
At that moment, a mass of black and bloody stuff that had been accumulated in his body a long time ago rushed into his throat, gushing out, enough to destroy him...
He's clutching at Summer's clothes, motionless, like a stupid, unrealistic kid, he thought, just a few more seconds, just a few more seconds, let me hold him a little longer—
He felt that Xia Tian touched his hair, so soft. Then he woke up suddenly and found that he was in a trance due to the effect of drugs. He was still sitting in the car, and there was no one on the opposite side.
And in the real-time discussion of the Temple of War, someone said that Xia Tian had rescued and came back and was observing.
Sometimes Bai Lin felt that it wasn't a dream, that he dragged Xia Tian back from another world. He wanted it too much, and held on to a little light unrealistically, even though he knew that this place was full of darkness and hopelessness.
After that, Bai Lin once talked about that hallucination with Xia Tian.
When talking, they were on the big bed in the bedroom, Xia Tian hugged him from behind, breathing on his shoulders, he was safe, happy and satisfied.
Xia Tian delicately kissed the back of his neck and said: "Well, of course my ghost will come back, I really want to be with you."
Bai Lin wanted to make a joke, saying that his level of love talk was good, but at that time he couldn't speak, he just grabbed Xia Tian's wrist and trembled slightly.
The man hugged him harder.
The image flashed for a moment, the camera began to fail in a large area, he lost Xia Tian's trace, and the anti-gravity shuttle turned into a straight line and frantically went upward.
He smashes everything in his path, he doesn't care what it is.
The surrounding bugs stood blankly, some fell into chaos, not knowing what to do, and some stubbornly moved towards the direction of Xia Tian.
When Bai Lin bumped into the wall, he went right through it. The road was narrow and he just ran straight into it. The sound of friction was sharp and piercing. The ceiling and the windows on both sides fell off, and the car was almost out of shape.
The world collapsed around him, blood stained everything, a scene of hell.
He rushed towards the deepest part of hell, looking for his only light.
It had been three hours since Qi Lan came back, and the setting sun outside the Void Salon had subsided, leaving only a gleam of light, and the furniture and flowers left dark rusty shadows.
There were only two or three people left in the room, some watching the kill show, some just watching the twilight outside.
His hands were covered in blood, his hair and face were stained with blood, and there were fine blood spots on his clothes. He walked to the wine cabinet nonchalantly, took a glass with bloody hands, poured a glass of spirits, and took a sip kill.
The room was too dark to see people clearly, he went to sit next to Weixing Mo, no one spoke, just looking at the ray of setting sun outside the window.
It was both approaching darkness and like a gloomy dawn.