MTL - First Player-Chapter 776 seven hundred and seventy five

  Chapter 776 Chapter seven hundred and seventy-five · "He is only nineteen years old."

  The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the sky seemed to have cracked countless holes, and the torrential rain merged into a waterfall, pouring down towards the earth.

   "Stab - stab -"

  Several thunderous rays of light flickered on the high-altitude glass platform, and the raindrops fell with a **** light, like drops of blood seeping out.

  Su Mingan felt that everything in front of him was very fragile, the glass platform under his feet, the sword in his hand, and even... himself. They are like a small boat that may capsize in the heavy rain at any time.

  The long wind engulfed the entire high altitude, and the rain of bullets was even finer than the rain. More than a hundred mechanical armies have fallen before his eyes.

  But there is still a steady stream of mechanical troops rushing towards him from the broken window, like a gray-black river.

  The bullet grazed his cheek, a few strands of hair fell down, and a trace of blood slid down the corner of his right eye, like a bright red eye.

   "Click."

   There was a crisp bone sound from the right arm, which should be the damage caused by swinging the sword too hard, and the shoulder part fainted with a warm and moist touch, like blood. He couldn't remember how many wounds he had on his body, and injuries had become a habit.

  In the gray rain, no one spoke, only the sound of gunfire and sword blades, but in the dull air, there seemed to be floating the unwilling resentment of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the ruined world.

  ...don't want to lose.

  …do not want to bow to the aggressor.

  ...do not want to give up this world that they have lived in for thousands of years.

  Su Mingan could barely hear anything other than the heavy rain hitting the glass. During hypothermia, he can only warm himself with blood, and only when any part of his body is bleeding can he feel the warmth.

  ... After reaching the fifth level for settlement, you must have gained quite a lot of experience during this period. He thought so vaguely.

  In his vague sense of hearing, he heard the sound of "chacha" from the sky, which should be the signal that Team Mu is debugging Xiaomei.

   When turning around and slashing back, he saw a white figure passing by the edge of his field of vision, which was Bei Liser.

   The mechanical army did not attack North Liser, who had been standing at the farthest corner of the glass platform with dilated pupils.

  Suddenly, North Lissel raised his head and looked at the **** who was holding the helicopter door in the air.

  The gods have been silent for a long time, like an audience caught in a grand drama, silently witnessing the end of the world. His expression was one of restrained indifference, without the excitement of imminent victory. If it is more accurate to describe, it is more like a bystander who is about to offer a flower to the grave.

  Gods only see sorrow in their eyes.

  Sorrow for Su Mingan, a person who is very similar to him. He looked at Su Mingan as if he was looking at the past, but also at the future.

  Beiliser's pupils trembled violently, and he was caught in a struggle between sobriety and madness. After a while, he suddenly raised his head and shouted at the god:

   "—Where did you hide Asa! God!"

  The **** bowed his head and looked at him indifferently.

"—You must have hidden Asa! Otherwise, why would you have the authority to use his body! He is an administrator, so how can you invade his body! Give me back Asa! Give me back!" The white hair was messily pasted on Beiliser's cheeks, like snow that was about to melt. He stretched out his hand, his five fingers turned into claws, and hooked towards the sky, as if this could hurt the **** who was far away from him.

  His pupils were bloodshot, and his expression was almost ferocious:

   "Give me back Asa! Give me back Asa!"

   "Why are you all persecuting him! Why are you all targeting him!"

   "Why can't he be alive! Why can't he be alive! He's only nineteen, why!"

  Amidst the pattering rain, his voice rushed out like a needle prick, and the extremely high pitch made the gods frown slightly.

   "Shut him up."

  Kami spoke coldly.

Several mechanical armies turned their heads, "bang bang" a few steps, and instantly controlled Beiliser. They pressed him against the outer wall of the building, and the rough brick and stone pressed against Beiliser's back. On impact, he spat out blood.

  Northern Lissel's melee combat ability is extremely weak, and his avatar could easily suppress him back then. What's more, he has already messed up his rules, and only stretches out his claws to scratch people.

   "Cough, cough cough cough..."

  Blood fell with the sound of coughing, dripping on the glass on the ground. The place where Bei Liser stepped on was already stained with blue blood—these were all cut out by Su Mingan's sword after sword.

  Among the layers of mechanical wreckage, Su Mingan's figure was almost submerged, and Bei Liser could no longer see Su Mingan's appearance clearly. His pupils began to lose focus, tears fell down his cheeks, and he made a sound like a wounded cat:

   "Why... why only I remember him. Why only I still love him now..."

"why…"

   "Why is such a good person, why can't he come back..."

   Theretia and the others... have already made new companions. And the hundreds of millions of people in the ruined world will not explore whether the current Akto is the Akto in the first year of the catastrophe. Now that there is a bionic body with exactly the same personality, appearance, and voice, who else will miss the real Aktor day and night except him?

"I…"

  Beiliser lowered his head and stopped talking, and the gods didn't care about him at all.

   "Clang!"

  The blade inserted into the chest of a mechanical army, piercing through the opponent's core energy, Su Mingan took a wobbly step back, and there was a crisp "click" sound from his right ankle.

  The hypothermia made his senses blurred, and when he heard the sound of bone cracking, he just tilted his body to the left side and had no energy left to control it.

   "I regret that I promised Lin Guang not to kill you." The **** said, "Who would have thought that you would be so tenacious and delay me for so long."

  He looked at the glass platform in the sea of ​​blood. Even if the oars were bleeding, the scene was not enough to describe. The mechanical wreckage piled up into a hill, leaving only the area around Su Ming'an in the center as a pure land. Even the blade of Arman's sword is full of metal cracks, even if it is a gold-level weapon, its durability is almost cut off.

  Such a high-intensity mechanical attack, according to the judgment of the gods, should have already exceeded Su Mingan's limit. Who knew that Su Mingan could actually exceed his own limit, even for so long.

"I still have things to do, so I can't waste time on your side." Shenming said, "Although I value promises, I have to make an exception now. Lin Guang... Anyway, even if you give him a corpse, he won't Say more."

  Su Mingan barely raised his eyelids.

  The **** stretched out his hand and aimed at him.

  It seemed that a hot wind was blowing between them, and in the next moment, a huge wave-like impact suddenly gushed out from the hands of the gods!

  Like an invisible gust of wind, it formed a line between the sky and the earth, and instantly penetrated this shaky glass platform.

   "click—"

  Like a mirror that was suddenly shattered, the glass platform lost its support in an instant, spider web-like cracks spread rapidly, and the glass platform immediately fell apart.

  Su Mingan's feet were empty.

Broken glass, piles of mechanical wreckage, scattered metal pieces...all fell together with him. At the height of the 21st floor, his black hair rose upwards with the violent long wind. Only the helicopter that was getting farther and farther away from him remained.

  Rain and cold wind filled his robes, and shards of glass slammed into him with rain. The world is enveloped in thunder. A bean-sized drop of rainwater got into his eyes, blurring the water and blood around the corners of the eyes.

  Kami is still at the hatch of the helicopter, looking in his direction.

   "Goodbye." The **** whispered.

  Su Mingan coughed up a mouthful of blood, his body was like a broken leaf fluttering in the wind and rain.

  20 floors, 16 floors, 12 floors...

  During the fall, it seemed as if his vitality had been forcibly stripped away, his breathing was tightly suppressed, and the full force of the wind stopped his panting. Those scarlet hoses followed, falling with him like a red rain.

  His figure seemed to be crushed by the heavy rain.

  The night's decisive battle was full of traps, ambushes, and serial tricks... one after another, the absolute technological suppression between civilizations, even if he played a bad hand to the extreme, he could not avoid the current ending.

  Every world, as the core identity of every world, as "Asa Actor", he has done his best. So many years of war, such a long resonance, so many blood roses... He has long been overloaded. He couldn't even remember what happened in the dungeon a few days ago, and his memories seemed extremely distant.

  The live broadcast room swiped the screen frantically, and the text was already blurred. Deep in the floor of the building, a warm yellow halo was projected, coming out from one after another of the windows, hitting Su Mingan's face, reflecting his blood-stained body.

  Vaguely, he heard the voice of Xiaomei, her voice was like a trickling stream.

   "...Excuse me, can you hear me?"

  Her clear voice came from every corner of the city-state. It also poured into his ears.

heard it.

  The girl's voice was as clear as the clear water in a mountain stream. Although it was trembling, it was firm, and the meowing of a white cat could be vaguely heard. Between the somber city-state atmosphere, these sounds are like the warm rays of dawn. People lay on the ground and opened their eyes in a daze.

  Her voice represents the hope of breaking the game, and it represents that Team Mu began to break the collective emotional resonance, but he couldn't stop him from falling.

  The light gathered and dispersed in front of his eyes, Su Mingan took another look at the helicopter that was far away from him, which had turned into a small black spot, and closed his eyes.

  The air is starting to get cold.

  The temperature, which was already close to zero, began to drop again, and the rain falling from the sky seemed to freeze.

  12 floors, 8 floors, 4 floors...

   "..."

   "..."

  The expected landing pain did not appear.

  Someone spoke in his ear, the voice was very low.

   "Ka—da da."

  The slight condensation sound came.

  Su Mingan blinked, and a swath of frost extended towards him from the sky at an extremely fast speed. It was like a big ice-blue snake, and it gently engulfed him.

   At this moment, there is a sense of sight of a Disney princess appearing on the stage. The white-haired and blue-eyed boy came skating on the ice bridge, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Su Ming'an who was only a few meters away from the ground.

  The young man's body leaned forward, bent like a fully drawn bow, with hot tears still remaining on his face, and his eyes were like heavy mist.

   "I'm sorry." The boy whispered:

   "The thought of him dying alone in 3D... I'm so sad that I'm about to suffocate. I can't accept the truth at all."

"He's clearly...just close to being able to see the two-dimensional world he created with his own hands...he's clearly very close to being able to step into the spring he yearns for most. He's just very close to...I have to come to save you, only You are the only one who looks like you... You can scold me however you want and hate me..."

  Su Mingan stared at the boy in front of him.

   "Beili..."

  The boy's index finger rested on his lips, the light in his eyes was about to fall in despair—

"please."

   "Call me 'Xiaobei'."

  The helicopter in the sky noticed the movement here and approached. And Bei Liser still looked at Su Mingan, his eyes full of pleading.

   "..." Su Mingan sighed, "Xiao Bei."

  Northern Lissel seemed to smile.

  Su Mingan can't see, his vision is black.

  He heard the young man's extremely soft call, like a gust of wind blowing past his ears:

   "Asa."

  Su Mingan seemed to have something choked in his throat.

  He came to rescue him regardless of life or death, just to hear "Xiaobei" who seemed familiar.

  At the same time, it also has the emotional resonance of Akto and Beiliser. It is impossible for Su Mingan not to have the slightest feeling for these two people. Hearing Bei Liser call him Asa, he felt Akto's sadness, and Bei Liser's extreme loneliness.

  It seemed that at this moment, he was suddenly cut in half, one half belonged to a non-existent soul, and the other half belonged to the person who begged him in front of him.

  A person who has been exposed to rain always wants to hold an umbrella for others. Even if the rain is heavy and no one gets wet except him, he will succeed. Bei Liser's expression at this time was as if he was serving a **** who had already died in the rainstorm. Sad to the extreme, but devout to the extreme.

   "Asa, this way, I'll take you to find medicine."

  Northern Lissel jumped off the ice bridge and jumped into the building again. Su Mingan glanced back at the helicopter which was still far away, and followed Beiliser and rushed in.

  In the hall on the first floor, there are many people who are asleep. Their expressions are peaceful, as if they have succumbed to the long-term resonance. Bei Liser passed these people, pushed open the door of the stairwell, and walked in.

"sorry."

  Northern Liesel said in front.

He walked lightly in front of Su Mingan, not like in a dangerous building, but on the most ordinary street, letting his snow-white hair flutter in the air behind his head, Su Mingan followed behind him, Watching the flying robe slowly rise up.

  (end of this chapter)