"fifteen minutes?"
Wu You just felt that this request was unreasonable, "You don't want us to win at all."
But even though he protested like this, it still failed to change the altar's decision. A fifteen-minute countdown had already appeared above their heads.
Noah thought for a while, "What is the second mission?"
Nanshan recalled what Shengyin said before, and said to them: "I remember that we need to rescue all the citizens of the water city from danger and confusion, and give them a free and peaceful future... I think, what is said here The danger should refer to the disaster of the Blood Moon werewolves, and the confusion may be caused by the religion here, and giving them freedom should liberate them from this man-eating religion."
"Peace should be peace." Noah guessed.
At first, when they first initialized and entered this dungeon, everyone thought it was just a somewhat primitive area, but as they got to know more, they realized that this so-called water city actually had a tradition of living sacrifices, and the people here Wars will be launched, and prisoners of war will be brought back to sacrifice, even the people of this city, even children will not be spared.
Thinking of this, Noah sighed softly, "It seems that the Snow Girl sister I helped that day gave us a hint, and the shackles and chains on her body imply her status as a prisoner of war.
She said she escaped, and when we unshackled her, she asked if we could really do this, because she knew that we were on the opposite side, we were priests, and she was an enemy prisoner of war , should have been our sacrifice. "
Wu You nodded, it made sense in this way.
"I feel that all the people who have appeared here have brought some clues, the townspeople I met with Nanshan, the snow girl that Noah and Zhou Yijue met, the person who handed out the bark paper, and the divination mother-in-law..."
"Yeah." Nan Shan looked at the passing time, "So let's not worry, think about whether we have missed someone or something."
A shadow flashed in An Wujiu's heart.
omission.
Indeed, everyone in this dungeon is a carrier of the information they need, none of them is superfluous, and they all get information from it.
Except for one person.
An Wujiu raised his eyes, looked at the stone wall, through the impenetrable barrier, looked at the weird and terrifying statue.
high priest.
An Wujiu turned around and planned to leave the temple.
"Brother Wugui?"
An Wujiu lowered his eyes and saw the obsidian sharp knife they used for sacrifice on the ground, so he picked it up, raised his hand and put on the cloak hat, turned his head and gestured for everyone to go out.
Nan Shan nodded, "Let's go together."
There was not much time left, An Wujiu ran towards the tall tower in the strong wind, everything that happened here seemed absurd, but it was very real, as if it really happened.
This building, its location, past customs, common food and handicrafts all reminded An Wujiu of the old South America.
If the altar really uses the real history as the plot setting of the game, then these characters will be carefully designed and there will be no mistakes.
Looking up at the tower, An Wujiu knew that the result he wanted must be here.
He kicked open the stone door of the tower and went up the spiral staircase to the glass room. There is only one translucent stone door carved from obsidian.
Just when An Wujiu's finger touched the door knocker, Shengyin appeared.
"The high priest is praying in retreat."
But he didn't worry about it, he held the door knocker and opened the door directly.
"The high priest is praying in retreat."
The holy voice repeated again.
An Wujiu didn't bother to care about these things, he tried to open the door, but found that there was resistance inside the door, so he turned sideways and slammed it hard with his shoulder.
Shengyin kept repeating that sentence, like the prompt sound of a stuck machine, An Wujiu didn't care at all, and continued to bump.
Until he really knocked open the door with his own body.
The moment the door opened, a blue light moved horizontally from the middle of the door towards An Wujiu.
He felt that something was wrong, and immediately moved away. He didn't expect that after the light moved to the opposite wall, the wall was directly cut in half.
It seems that even if it is found here, Shengyin has a hundred ways to prevent the player from winning.
After confirming that no similar light appeared again, An Wujiu broke into the glass room alone, with only four minutes left.
All the walls here are made of glass, and there are many glass mirrors in the room, staggered and blocked, like a maze of mirrors, An Wujiu took the lead to enter it alone, and there are strange lights inside, reflecting a lot of him.
Every An Wujiu was full of vigilance, like each other's enemies.
Turning around, he looked for the figure of the high priest in the maze of mirrors. Just when An Wujiu heard a strange movement and was about to follow the sound to find out, he felt a chill behind him.
A guy in a red cloak appeared in the mirror, holding an obsidian dagger that was the same as An Wujiu's in his hand, the blade had already pressed down on An Wujiu's throat, and a line of blood gushed out from the flower on his side neck.
But An Wujiu's reaction was astonishingly fast. He stabbed backwards with the hand holding the knife, turned around, and slashed the opponent's right wrist with the knife. The severe pain and impact made the opponent let go of his hand, and the obsidian sharp knife fall down. An Wujiu stretched out his hand to catch his knife, and at the same time kicked the high priest away who failed in the sneak attack.
The opponent fell down suddenly, and fell heavily on the mirror behind him.
His face was covered in shadow by the broad hat of the cloak, but there was a faint blue shimmer around him.
Is this the High Priest
An Wujiu couldn't make a sound, thinking alone in his heart.
The other party seemed to be able to hear his heart, and smiled at him, "Yes."
He only had three minutes left on the top of his head.
An Wujiu heard Wu You's voice, not far away, he walked towards the high priest step by step, holding two knives.
The knife in his left hand rested on the opponent's throat, while he raised his right hand, ready to stab at the opponent's heart.
"You think you've won like this?" The other party seemed to be mocking, but An Wujiu didn't think too much, and still stabbed the knife into his chest.
The only thing that made him feel weird was that the high priest didn't seem to want to stop him from moving.
But he didn't have time to think too much, couldn't speak, and didn't want to say anything, so he just plunged the knife into his heart.
When Wu You and the others came in, they saw such a crazy scene.
Blood spattered on An Wujiu's face, he looked like a ruthless and taciturn killer, and also like a heretic who came to kill the gods.
"Brother Wujiu? This is..."
An Wujiu stared at the person in front of him coldly, reaching out to take off his hat.
The high priest under the cloak was just like him, with an ordinary face.
Wu You didn't understand, "Why did you kill the high priest?"
An Wujiu couldn't tell him the reason.
For a long time, he has been puzzled by this game in his heart. With the level of the game set by the altar, there was a blood moon crisis in the water city, but at this time the high priest delegated all the powers to the twelve ordinary priests and disappeared himself.
Then why is it necessary for the altar to set up such a role as a high priest, and directly join the player as twelve priests into the game, isn't it the same
According to the plot of the game, the blood moon in the water city appeared because of the appearance of wolf-like pagans. The high priest knew this, but did not show up.
This indirectly led to the cannibalism of the twelve priests.
There is a hidden culprit in this game.
He is obviously the most beloved person in the water city, but there can only be one reason for doing this, that is, he doesn't want to be the high priest at all, he just wants to watch the priests kill each other and see them fail. Killing all the heretics is also a loss.
The altar has already given a lot of hints, the biggest hint is the blocked statue, a person who truly believes in the gods will never block the gods with a stone wall.
Unless he is not sincere at all.
The high priest is the biggest heretic.
"so smart."
The high priest who was supposed to "die" laughed, his teeth were full of blood, "You did the right thing, if you don't kill me, you can't win even if you get rid of all the heretics. I've had enough, I've had enough of everything here, these rituals and festivals, the day-to-day drama, I've had enough. And I have to thank you for letting me go."
Nan Shan frowned, "Relieved?"
Blood was bubbling from the high priest's heart, but he still had a smile on his face, "Obviously I did nothing wrong, I replaced the divine right here."
An Wujiu suddenly thought of something.
He moved his lips and found that he could speak.
"You are also a player." An Wujiu had almost no doubts.
The other party raised his eyebrows and praised again, "You're really smart."
"I'm a player, a player who almost succeeded in this game. I also discovered the terrible living sacrifice here, and tried to resist, overthrowing the original control of the water city, but guess what happened?"
He laughed a little crazy, "I didn't solve the last task, and I didn't think that I should kill the biggest representative of theocracy. In the last fifteen minutes, I just watched the success slip away from me, so at the end of the game At that time, as an NPC, I became the new high priest."
As the new representative of the divine right in this round of the game, a faceless ultimate boss.
Wu You frowned. He never thought that such an anti-human design would appear on the altar, making players who had bravely resisted but failed the theocracy become a new symbol of theocracy, disgusting and unable to escape from such a position.
The high priest said, his smile turned pale, "After becoming the high priest, the game restarted, and everything started again. I watched another group of players enter here, go the wrong way, make wrong choices, but I don't know anything. They couldn’t do it, they failed to pass the level, the game restarted again, batch after batch, and there was not even a single person who could replace me and let me leave smoothly. To be honest, I almost gave up.”
Here, playing the game over and over again made him completely see the control of this religion on people. He is like a real stone statue, who can only live or die. He can only stand here and become an immortal symbol.
And his heart that once thought he could win and save everyone was completely extinguished in this restart.
"But I waited for you, and you succeeded." The high priest looked at An Wujiu, "I was finally eliminated."
Nan Shan asked, "What about the new priest?"
"Who knows?" The other party said indifferently, "There must be other unlucky NPCs on top."
It's hard for An Wujiu to imagine that the person in front of him was also the one who prevented the grand ceremony and destroyed the divine right here by himself. At this moment, he has long since lost his innocence.
"The game is over." The high priest said with a smile, and the countdown above their heads also stopped at the last minute.
An Wujiu said suddenly, "What about the people here?"
"Human?" The high priest smiled, "The game will restart. You don't think this is not a game, do you?"
An Wugui didn't speak.
"Even if it's not, that's right, this is adapted from real history. This is Tenochtitlan, and the prototype is the Aztec civilization." The high priest walked towards him with a mocking smile on his face, "Then So what? In history, they sacrificed countless living people because they believed in the existence of gods. Because they believed that gods were white-skinned, they were so enthusiastic about the invading Spaniards that they were finally killed. You are just a player in a game , What do you think you can change? History? Or the future of NPCs in a game?"
He mocked An Wujiu, as if mocking his former self.
"Ah, maybe it will. When people here see you with white skin, maybe they will welcome the enemies that come in the future, and then they will all be killed."
Wu You told him to shut up, but the other party didn't intend to stop.
"You can save some people, but you can't change the ending of the game, nor the ending of this world. Do you understand?"
This sentence reminded An Wujiu of his father's words before his death.
No one can be a savior.
After the high priest finished his last words, leaving him with a mocking smile, he disappeared into a cloud of blue particles that drifted away in the wind.
"game over."
"Congratulations to all of you who have become survivors. After playing the final ending of this round of Blood Moon Rite, all players in the good camp will also survive."
Even after hearing such words, An Wujiu still asked, "Where are the players from the werewolf camp?"
"All the players in the werewolf camp died."
An Wujiu knew that was the answer.
"Congratulations again, now I will take you to the point settlement interface."
Obviously won the victory, but An Wujiu's mood did not improve. The high priest who died just now was like a shadow, imprinted on his heart.
But thinking of seeing Shen Ti soon, An Wujiu was able to breathe again.
As he thought, after a while, the countless mirrors around them all shattered with a bang, and everything around them was shattered into blue light spots, and finally disappeared.
They entered the white space as before, and a group of particles around An Wujiu gradually formed a human figure, which was Shen Ti.
This scene made An Wujiu feel a little unreal, as if Shen Ti was really just a fictional character, so he froze for a few seconds.
Until Shen Ti took his hand and gave him a safe smile.
"Why are you in a daze?"
An Wujiu shook his head.
Apart from Shen Ti, Lao Yu, Andrew and Zhou Yijue from the good camp also returned to the settlement space alive. An Wujiu was not only grateful, but also felt sorry for Matsuura Mori and Fujido Sakura who had left.
This kind of competition system forced them to fight each other, no one was wrong, and An Wujiu had no position to give up the game, because he still had so many teammates behind him.
And Yang Ce.
An Wujiu didn't know how to tell Yang Erci these things, and he couldn't predict whether Yang Erci would collapse when he heard that his father had died at the altar.
But he believed that even if they were not matched together, Yang Erci would still be alive.
And Zhong Yirou. Thinking that they might be alone in the altar to survive, An Wujiu felt very uncomfortable.
Hope they are all safe.
The altar assigns points to them.
"The reward pool for this round of the game has a total of 120,000 points. The four players who survived to the end: An Wujiu, Wu You, Noah, and Nanshan can get 20,000 points. Players, the four of you will get 10,000 points."
After the distribution was completed, Shengyin said again.
"Survivors, the door to the altar is about to open. Now the system will log out your game account. I hope you all have a smooth and happy life in the real world."
An Wujiu frowned.
Before he had time to express his doubts, his body suddenly felt a rapid fall, and finally fell hard.
He opened his eyes, and he had returned to the game cabin.
Being oppressed by the breathing mask, An Wujiu felt that his breathing was extra heavy. The self-injury wounds in the dungeon this time had completely disappeared, only the initial scars on his wrists remained.
In a coma, An Wujiu suddenly wanted to know why he was injured so badly, obviously he was an experiment living in a sterile environment, the product carefully sculpted by a perfectionist.
They should not allow themselves to have any flaws.
The cabin door opened, An Wujiu saw Shen Ti, the moment they met, he noticed Shen Ti's frown.
"You also find it very strange." An Wujiu said.
Shen Ti nodded, "Yes."
Before An Wujiu could speak, a familiar smiling voice came from behind, "This time, I didn't mention the time limit for returning to reality."
He turned his head and saw Zhou Yijue's smiling fox eyes.
"Maybe the broken game of the altar is over." Zhou Yijue said seemingly relaxed.
"So happy." Shen Ti stabbed him mercilessly, "If it's really over, you might be a widow for the rest of your life."
An Wujiu hastily tugged at his arm, but Shen Ti muttered to himself, "No, this kind of situation should be called widow or widower..."
An Wujiu took Shen Ti's crutch with his elbow, and reminded him softly, "Don't talk about it."
Zhou Yijue raised his eyebrows, seemingly indifferent, but when he walked past Shen Ti, he said lightly, "Be careful not to curse yourself."
Shen Ti twitched the corner of his mouth.
It really is a bad embryo.
"I won't be a widower." He said to An Wujiu, "My wife is so strong."
An Wujiu unceremoniously raised his hand to pinch his face, "Where did you learn these words from?"
"I don't remember." Shen Ti smiled, saw Nan Shan and Wu You who were walking towards them, raised his hand to say hello, then lowered his head, put his arms around An Wu Jiu's waist, forcing him to stick to him.
"I was sacrificed, are you very sad?"
"What do you think?"
Shen Ti looked at An Wujiu's face, "It looks a little sad."
An Wujiu didn't bother to argue with him, nor did he complain.
But Shen Ti didn't continue joking, instead he took the initiative to apologize, showing weakness, very sincere and cute, "I'm sorry, I made such a risky decision this time, you must be very worried and under a lot of pressure .But if you say it, it will be foul, and I can't tell you."
An Wujiu shook his head, "It's okay." He raised his hand and touched Shen Ti's cheek, "It's good to survive."
Nan Shan suddenly appeared next to the two of them with a smile on his face, with his hands clasped, "Wu Jiu is really worried about you, he didn't leave you the night after you were sacrificed."
An Wujiu suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "No..."
Nan Shan continued: "He's still crying."
An Wujiu looked puzzled.
when did he cry?
Shen Ti was so moved that he hugged An Wujiu into his arms, "Really?"
"You have a good idea, the Taoist lied to you! Brother Wujiu didn't shed a single tear when you died." Wu You's face was very bad, and he tried to push Shen Ti away, but he didn't move at all.
Shen Ti stared at Nan Shan.
Nan Shan's eyes, which had been squinting all along, widened a little, and then laughed twice.
"I heard that people can't cry when they are saddest."
Shen Ti pursed his lips after hearing this, "You have to cry for me next time."
An Wujiu was puzzled.
"What kind of strange request is this? I can't cry."
Shen Ti smiled, "I will find a way to make you cry."
Nanshan, who was always slow, suddenly covered Wu You's ears quickly.
"It's not suitable for children, don't listen to indecent words."