"Go, go! Let's go quickly!" Hua Ying led the otakus of the Heretic Tribunal. In between shouting at the top of his lungs, his fingers were flying, and he took the time to assemble a few mechanical ponies. As soon as the metallic ponies landed on the ground, they It was a scream, and he ran quickly into the high-speed roaring torrent, throwing several players who were knocked down on his back, and then ran away into the distance.
"Don't hit people! There's still plenty of time, don't rush yet!" Guan Zhiyu was flying high in the sky, shouting to the dark and rumbling crowd below, "Don't let a stampede happen! Don't worry if you fall, use protective gear to protect yourself. Be good to yourself and get out of the way first, we will come to save you!"
Countless rainbows shot up from the sky and flew in the direction of the portal. The players below were like the eight immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers and rushing towards the small canyon gap with all their strength. What is left now are only a small number of participants with the lowest strength. Even if the members of the large group who have been struggling to support here do not say it, they can still vaguely realize that this is the last retreat. If they don’t run this time, then We can only wait for death in this crisis-ridden transit station!
"Don't be anxious!" Qiu Boyi frowned, "Come one by one, everyone can get out of here alive, haste makes waste!"
A member of the group flapped his wings and flew up from the side, advising: "Stop talking, Brother Qiu, save your energy, it's useless even if you shout this. I've been scared for more than a month. It's good if I don't freak out. I can't calm down." of."
Qiu Boyi poured a large amount of water into his mouth, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "What's going on over there at Hongmao? Is it as messy as here?"
"No, Brother Qiu," the group member said depressedly, "People know magic! Dozens of small teleportation arrays are divided into dozens. Although it is messy, it is much better than ours!"
Qiu Boyi sighed. There are several city gates in a transfer station. Originally, there was no need to worry about players escaping, but it was only because of their improper thinking in the early stage. By the time they realized it, Mad Angel's legion had been destroyed to the last one. Even if the player fights to save the city gate, the functional area of the city gate is only reduced to a long and narrow gap, and only seven to eight people can pass through at a time.
While they were talking, the huge body of Mad Angel had already dimly formed an outline in the white tower. Although the system will give the player six hours of rest time after defeating the boss, this does not mean that It is completely safe. After the first hour passes and the boss begins to reload, the minions that were destroyed along with it will also begin to regenerate. Moreover, the time for them to reshape their bodies is much shorter than that of their masters. At this time, there must have been ghosts wandering near the White Tower. In normal times, even going to the mall would be dangerous.
"Brother Qiu," the members of the group gathered around him and asked doubtfully, "Although Xian Chong is the best in the world, he is alone. Can he do it?"
In the midst of his busy schedule, Qiu Boyi looked back and saw that the slender figure of a man dragging a knife had long been submerged in the layers of eaves and the drifting mist. At the end of the day, when the day rises, a few flickering lights actually seep out of the gloomy sky, rushing against the disintegrating torrent. He is like a knight in ancient times who fought against thousands of troops by himself, wearing a dull and indifferent look. The dying morning light, and an edge a thousand times sharper than the morning light.
"That's number one in the world," Qiu Boyi lowered his voice, "Who knows who will match him!"
He Qin tapped the dark rope on the scabbard with his fingertips. The virtual image of Wen Zheliu was like a light blue ghost, vaguely waving on his shoulder.
"It's too late to rescue the city gate. With four hours left, we will definitely not be able to wait for everyone to evacuate." Wen Zheliu said.
"I'll make them wait," He Qin said. "If someone dies, we won't be able to play anymore."
Wen Zheliu said: "It's true... In the Ragnarok version, new players who are brought in can't experience it world by world. We still have to try our best to maintain the number of old players."
He changed the subject, looked at He Qin and said, "But brother, are you okay alone?"
He Qin asked: "Doubt your brother's strength and want to be spanked? Don't worry, the holy nun can't control me now. She has her own things to do."
"Invading the present world..." Wen Zheliu shook his head, "Looking at what she means, she doesn't just want to break through the firewall."
"Her ambition is indeed not to break through the firewall. What's more, this thing has long been unable to stop her." He Qin narrowed his eyes and stared at the body of the mad angel in the distance, "Her real purpose is to put her The world will rise in dimension. If this is not the case, how can you be qualified to sit on the throne of Sanquan?"
During the chat, hundreds of evil ghosts emerged from the mist, baring their teeth and claws, and rushed toward the retreating direction of the large army!
They had blue and purple eyes turned up, their spines were hunched, and their withered arms were hanging to the ground. However, their movements were faster than a sudden rain. With a few flickers, they were far away behind a group of slow-running players. But they are fast. He Qin's blade is faster than them. It shines like the moon and the sun that never ends. At the moment when the light shines, he has sheathed the sword, and there are only the screaming and wailing ghosts. Broken and rolled in the surging mist.
"Is this her revenge?" Wen Zheliu asked.
"No," He Qin still smiled, "These are some self-inflicted evil consequences, some bitter wine brewed by arrogance, and some detours caused by ambition and greed regardless of the cost. Isn't human history driven by these things? Of?"
There were more and more enemies. He and Wen Zheliu were chatting while poking and slashing at random with their knives. If the ghosts had taken form after they disappeared, there would have been piles of corpses as high as a mountain on the street in front of them. Wen Zheliu saw that he was still relaxed, so he asked: "Brother, does your sword have a name?"
He Qin said: "Yes, it's just that it's not the time for the swastika yet. I'll call you by your real name when the time comes."
Wen Zheliu: "..."
While they were still migrating, Wen Zheliu fiddled with the positioning equipment of Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan. Du Zijun had already rushed to the second transfer station, and Xie Yuanyuan was still confused, looking for a way out in the thick fog. .
"Something's wrong, something really isn't right..." He set up a fire, tearing into the grilled lobster and eating it with a sad face in the damp and cold mist. "I've been wandering around here for a few days, but I haven't seen a single ghost..."
Wen Zheliu consoled him, "It's okay. When you watch us fight monsters, just treat it like a live broadcast."
"But I want to fight monsters by myself!" Xie Yuanyuan jumped up and smashed the lobster claws on the ground with grief and anger, "The fog breaks every day. It doesn't matter if I can't see anyone, not even a ghost. , it’s too much!”
Du Zijun shook his red wine glass and gloated while sitting in the hover car, "This is the retribution for not working hard at ordinary times. At a critical moment, you can't even judge the terrain. I think you have been in the top ten for so long."
Xie Yuanyuan plucked his hair and said frantically: "Ah, you won't really teleport me to those three undeveloped worlds! I don't want it!"
He Qin did not say a word to tease him. He tilted his head and looked carefully at the dense fog around Xie Yuanyuan for a while, with the golden light of dawn flowing in his eyes.
"When I finish handling the matters at the fourth transfer station, I will rush to the second transfer station to meet up." He said, "At that time, we will go find you. Before that, preserve your physical strength and strength, and maintain your strength." Be vigilant and alert, and maintain the determination to fight at all times.”
When he said these words, he really looked like an emperor holding a seal staff in front of the formation. Xie Yuanyuan couldn't help but responded quietly.
"Now," he turned his head and looked at the large army of ghosts that was rushing towards us like a flood of gray and blood, "it's time to get down to business."
Du Zijun adjusted his vision and stared at the vast and endless human players in the distance. He couldn't help but marveled: "Six hours, now there are four hours and thirteen minutes left, and there are still so many people. That Hua Ying from the Inquisition is not very talented. Well, why don't you repair the door? If the cracks expand a little, it won't be so slow."
"Who knows how to repair the door that connects the two worlds," Wen Zheliu said, "Besides, since they arrived here, they have been fighting against the mad angels all the time. They don't have time to think about it."
Xie Yuanyuan muttered: "I have become smarter, and I know how to seize the high ground first."
He Qin's golden eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the white tower surrounded by mad angels.
"It's indeed smart." He pushed the blade out with his thumb. "It buried its core in the center of the White Tower, and strengthened its connection with the White Tower through death and refreshment again and again. It is difficult for ordinary players to discover, Even if you find it, you don’t know how to get rid of it.”
Thousands of ghosts were roaring in front of him. Wen Zheliu had no time to ask questions curiously. The moon ring between his fingers burst out with an anxious light, and he said hastily: "Be careful!"
He Qin smiled, he raised the knife, and then jumped up. The holographic image of the broken willow flickered in the mist of different shades as the fixed point changed at the same time. The man tilted his head slightly, his lips gently opening and closing, brushing against the boy's cheek, which was uncertain in light and dark in the void.
"Don't worry."
The bright light rotates like the waves, bursting with madness and silence, killing and sparks, tearing the misty dusk into a vast white world!
Another wave of ghosts was destroyed. Xie Yuanyuan pinched the time and said: "There are still four hours and nine minutes."
Like pilgrims, the team moved forward at the speed of a snow-capped mountain kowtowing step by step. Richardson took off his hood, the crystal ball floated in front of him, his red hair fluttered and burned in the wind, his voice was cold and solemn: "Speed up more!"
"We can't go any faster!" Li Jiuniang grabbed the green scorpion that was crawling around in her hand and stuffed it into her snow-white plump chest impetuously. "Even if we use the binding method, we can only pass ten people at a time, and the teleportation is still difficult. It takes time, it’s really hard to handle!”
"Pei Mang." Richardson called the ghost cultivator's name.
The ghost cultivator leaned over Qing Huan's face and heard the German say: "Go to Huaying now and ask him if he can temporarily enlarge the door. If not, you don't need to come back and tell me. Go directly to the door and clothe your Ten Thousand Ghosts Formation. After six hours, if there is still someone who has not had time to leave, I want you to be able to block the ghost army that suddenly reborn at the door in the last ten minutes."
The ghost cultivator turned into a black mist of blood, rose up from the ground in an instant, and headed to the other side.
Li Jiuniang frowned and let the scorpion move its sharp limbs and struggle on her delicate skin, "President, are you... worried about your promise to be the best in the world?"
"I don't dare worry about his promise." Richardson said calmly, "But after all, he is only one person, and he doesn't know how to clone himself. I have to make sure that nothing goes wrong."
He looked at his watch and said softly: "There are still three hours and fifty-four minutes."
"What, what?" Hua Ying raised his head while maintaining order, grinning at Pei Mang whose face was revealed in the black mist, "Xiumen? Do you, do you know what you are talking about?"
Pei Mang: "Is this door repair difficult?"
Huaying: "It, it's not a question of whether it's difficult or not, it's really that kind, that rare kind, it... Forget it, I'll tell you three words, it's impossible! It's easy to destroy but hard to rebuild, The fields of space and neural data transition cannot be controlled by just being able to build the Tin Man. You are like asking the natives of the cyberpunk world to work on the quantum mechanics of the Avengers. If I can fix it, it won't be a big deal. I am a ghost!"
Pei Mang: "...Oh."
Hua Ying rejected this whimsical proposal and continued to maintain order breathlessly, shouting at the top of his lungs: "Hey, hey, hey! There are still four little ones... No, three hours and forty-three minutes! Don't crowd, don't fucking step on them. No! The bottom of your feet is someone else’s protective shield, not a coffin board!"
The light of the sword criss-crossed, and He Qin was like a god walking among them, sending down the thunder and sharpness of judgment.
"Ah, the Crazy Angel is almost half grown!" Xie Yuanyuan exclaimed curiously, "Wow... ugh, it's so disgusting..."
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Densely packed eyes gathered on the black goat's chest and abdomen, like thousands of living and writhing hematomas, spinning crazily.
"Aren't you going to stop watching?" Du Zijun put the wine glass aside, "Take it easy, we are only two-thirds gone, and there are only two hours and twenty minutes left."
Like a shepherd waving his long stick in his hand, He Qin is also driving away more and more evil ghosts. It’s just that the shepherd drives the sheep to drive them to a place with abundant water and grass, while He Qin drives away the evil ghosts to drive them into annihilation. An empty country. No matter how many evil spirits came one after another, he would always respond with a knife.
At this moment when he was about to be reborn, the mad angel roared loudly: "How can you, a humble ant, touch the body of God! Don't run away!"
It roared, and its eyes radiated thousands of scorching rays to the surroundings. Only the sheep's hooves remained translucent and empty, eager to trample the ground around the White Tower.
He Qin seemed to be tired of it. He took out the lightning rod from his backpack and inserted it on the roof as he walked, letting the thunder in the sky automatically smash the endless evil ghosts. He jumped to the highest building near the White Tower. On the roof of the building, he sat down cross-legged, put the knife across his knees, looked at the mad angel from close range, and shouted: "Hey."
His voice was not loud, but like a small arrow, it was extremely sharp and inserted into the giant's ear very quickly. It immediately made the furious mad angel close his lips and turn his head to find the source of the sound.
"You..." Mad Angel leaned down, his smooth face as white as snow. It was a carved marble angel statue, covering half of the sky. "It's... you!"
In a world with millions of players traveling through it, He Qin is the only player who can cut off its five fingers with one sword.
"It's me," He Qin said with a lazy smile, "If I let you be a guard dog here, the Holy Sister thinks you are useless again?"
Surprisingly, the mad angel was not angry.
"My Lord's wisdom is second to none, and any decision my Lord makes contains the motto of all things." It replied prudently, "Humans, don't struggle to the death."
Xie Yuanyuan whispered: "I have only heard of the word "tragic..."
"What did she say?" He Qin smiled, "Did she say that when you see me, you'd better stay away and stop talking too much?"
"Arrogance!" Mad Angel shouted, roaring like thunder, "What arrogance, the first sin of mankind is called arrogance! And you, the strong one among ants, you are really the first of arrogance, and your sin is even more unforgivable. , The sins are overwhelming!"
He Qin stood up and casually dusted off his pants.
"It looks like you're about to refresh."
Mad Angel raised his arms in a posture of preparing to attack.
"Let me introduce you," He Qin patted the scabbard. "The name of the knife that killed you today has only two words, snap of fingers. It doesn't matter if you don't understand. You just need to remember that it is the fastest knife in the world. That’s it.”
Then, he drew his sword and swung it forward flatly.
A snap of the fingers is twenty moments, a moment is twenty thoughts, one thought is twenty breaths, and one breath is sixty moments.
- In one moment, nine hundred things are born and destroyed.
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