The black rain fell from the sky, seemingly endless.
Just as Zong Jiu saw in his memory, the sky of the world was obscured by deep colors. The foolish believers knelt on the ground in vain and begged the gods for forgiveness.
Black rain, black fog, black mud, in short, black things, dye everything black.
The people standing in place were swallowed by the black mud, and some people who were lucky enough not to be swallowed, their pupils also turned into the color of Yongye.
Not to mention the angels who just wanted to escape but did not escape, their power was suppressed to the lowest level in such an extremely malicious environment, and they could only be turned into black mud nourishment.
Even the hell hidden under the lava hurriedly closed the channel connecting the earth. For this reason, the senior officials even abandoned the first layer of hell in fear, for fear that the unidentified black mud with endless aura of destruction would fall deeper.
It's nothing more than hell is so on guard. After all, this sticky malice is so terrible that even a ghost can contaminate it again. It really scares the ghost a bit.
Before this, all the trainees had doubts.
What does it look like to destroy a world
Now, everyone has a physical appearance in their minds.
The survivors opened their eyes and stared enthusiastically at the back of the conductor standing in the rain laughing.
Along with the collapse and sinking of a world in the shadows, finally, thirty seconds after the countdown, the white light transmitted by the main system lit up.
In the roar of the broken copy, they were teleported to the familiar studio.
The studio hall is still the familiar look. This time it is true that nothing has changed. The red gold chandelier is matched with the scarlet carpet tapestry. The paved gold thread reflects the warm light under the extravagant light, and the hall is melodious. The soothing pure music makes people relax their tension after coming out of the copy.
Although it is called the simplest group copy by the audience in the live broadcast room, Judgment Day is actually not simple. At least this copy actually hides all the big moves on the last day.
If you choose the first main task, even if you pass the Judgment Day, the person who returns to the trainee dormitory will have an unsound personality. A personality that is only full of kindness will undoubtedly suffer in the next more cruel game.
For example, the Zong Jiu team, Lin Lin finally managed to survive, only Anthony, Xu Su and Zhong Yiyuan were the only ones who survived.
Other people either fell into the lava of hell before they could be rescued, or were killed by light bullets shot from the sky by angels, or were swallowed by the black mud that the demon attacked indiscriminately.
It can only be said that what the little devil said was right. As long as the big demon can return, he will definitely be angry because of the nature of this copy, and take action to destroy this copy.
"Anyway, I finally came back."
Having just witnessed the collapse of a copy that is not so scientific but shocking enough, Xu Su's voice is still a little floating now.
"Well, just come back."
Not only him, but even the barbarian Anthony, who has always been going straight, has lingering fears, and his expression is full of fear.
Maybe it was only after the glasses were dropped that there has been no time to exchange for new glasses. Now that everyone is a halo, Zhong Yiyuan is still out of the picture.
Several people were silent for a while.
Because everyone was more or less injured, especially Anthony, who was tortured to death by the cross and the breath of light, and his clothes were still stuck with blood and opened flesh. Now everyone is busy making five hundred survival points in the main system to recover from their injuries. People like Zhong Yiyuan quickly exchanged glasses for them.
Xu Su had the unlucky draw from the A-level blind box during the Halloween event before, with the permission to recover his injuries forever free of charge. After the white light of the main system enveloped him and recovered all the large and small wounds on his body, he immediately turned his head and started trying to find a familiar figure in the crowd.
Perhaps because of the team mode, when everyone returned, they did not follow the strict hierarchical order as before, but the order in which they stood when they entered the space door was exactly the same.
So Xu Su kept staring at the open space next to them, looking worried.
The team that Zhuge had hidden was standing next to their team, otherwise they wouldn't make a mistake when the space door opened.
But now, this clearing area is still empty, there is no white light and no sign of sending it back.
"Are you looking for someone?" Zhong Yi pushed his glasses far away, "Don't worry, they haven't been sent back yet."
Perhaps it was because the devil directly violently destroyed a copy, they were considered to be the earliest batch, and when they landed, there was no one in the whole studio.
Xu Su obviously knew this too, he nodded, "Okay."
I don't know why, he always feels restless.
Thinking of the inexplicable awkwardness with Xu Sen at the Halloween event before, Xu Su, who had all thought through the Judgment Day copy, felt nothing but laughter.
At the beginning, he was not ignorant of his own mind, but just blindly being an ostrich, wishing to bury his head in the deep sand. After all, for Xu Su, a straight man who grew up in a successful family, loved his parents, and grew up surrounded by happiness, it is more terrifying to realize that the person he likes is not terrible, and that he actually likes the same sex.
Later Xu Su thought for a long time, tossing and turning around in the cold bedroom of the Cathedral of Judgment Day.
This S-level dungeon is good enough, and it also has everything Xu Su longs for, only one thing is not good.
There is no Xu Sen.
Xu Su and Xu Sen met when they were in the deserted village. At that time, Xu Sen was just a C-level trainee. Compared with Xu Su, he only had more than one year of experience. Not surprising.
At that time Xu Su was good at enlivening the atmosphere and gagging. As a rare peer of his age in the team, Xu Sen took good care of him in the dungeon along the way, so he naturally became a friend.
In fact, the later things do not need to be elaborated, because there are only one or two copies added to and added.
It is strange to say that I have only known each other for a few months, but it seems that I have known each other for most of my life.
Standing a little tired, Xu Su didn't pay attention to it, and sat down on the ground.
He remembered the last time he had to take Xu Sen to the top bar for a drink, but the latter could not push him, so he could only take him there.
Xu Su was very excited that night. After all, he is a senior, and the group of dorms are all otakus. They have not tried the taste of wine, not to mention that the top bar is said to have all kinds of wine. He wants to taste everything. .
Halfway through the drink, Xu Su pushed it over with an elbow, "Xu Sen, Xu Sen, have you ever had any alcohol?"
Xu Sen, who has been watching him drink in peace and holding a cup of tea symbolically, replied, "Did it."
Xu Su has always been a straight ball player, so he jumped up and said, "Wow, you can't see that you are a boring gourd, but you can still drink! Good fellow!"
Xu Sen glanced at him deeply.
"Socializing."
I don't know if the alcohol has paralyzed his brain, Xu Su saw the small self in the opponent's pupils in the dim light, and he was inexplicably blushing.
As if to cover up, Xu Su hurriedly lowered his head to pour himself a glass of new wine, leaned in front of Xu Sen, and the two brothers licked their necks like that, "Come and come, let's not talk about it, drink and drink!"
"Ahahahaha, if I have a chance to return to the real world in the future, I will go to work in your unit after graduation. Brother can cover me!"
Xu Sen retracted his gaze and replied lightly, "Okay."
Xu Su thought about the past, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
He had figured it out and decided to take the initiative to be honest about his own mind.
Regardless of whether Xu Sen agreed or refused, Xu Su decided to face his own heart this time.
White lights flashed one after another, each symbolizing that a surviving team was teleported out.
The team copy this time is a serious S-level copy, and the difficulty can be imagined.
The configuration of a team like Zong Jiu and others only survived four people, let alone a low level. Looking around now, many of the ladders where the low-level teams were standing are still empty. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, they were sent back with missing arms and legs, wailing for the lucky ones who applied for the main system to heal.
The entire D-level trainees were almost wiped out. After so long, only one D-level who was seriously injured and teleported back was seen.
Tuyumen who had just returned and Zongjiu said hello, "Oh, it's so early."
Zong Jiu looked behind him and found that ten of the thirty people came back. This was based on the premise that Tuyumen was good at protective onmyoji.
"Hey, don't mention it, we passed it to a haunted hotel, and finally pushed the wall to realize that the building materials were all made of bones."
Tu Yumen smiled bitterly, "Even the psychic's perception is blocked. It's good to be able to live ten people. But wait, you only come back with four, it looks more tragic than us."
Zong Jiu shrugged, "After all, not every team has the strength of the Ye Clan."
The team led by Van Zhuo himself also teleported back. Thirty people actually survived 28, which is incredible. However, without exception, his team are all elites of the Ye Clan, and they absolutely obey orders. They are very obedient. The overall strength is naturally much higher than that of other scattered teams, which is not the same.
Gradually, there were more and more people in the hall.
The exorcist also returned with ten people, and when he returned, he still had a hideous wound on his arm.
The big brother was too experienced, as if he wasn't the injured, he calmly exchanged the healing with the main system and then jumped up alive, leaning over and laughing to find out what dungeons other teams had gone to.
Tu Yumen realized something, and turned around and asked, "Huh? Why hasn't no.3 come back?"
Not only Xu Su, but the white-haired magician stared at the clearing next to them without saying a word.
As the transmitted white light gradually decreased, Xu Su's heart also mentioned his throat.
As we all know, the less white light, the less the team will be passed back. If Zhuge An’s team has not been sent back before the main system announces that the trainees are assembled, it means that they were killed in the last instance.
How could it be possible, that is No. 3, second only to the strongest under No. 1 and No. 2!
Many people in the studio noticed this and whispered.
Finally, with the icy mechanical sound of the main system, the last white light finally appeared on the clearing.