MTL - First Player-Chapter 806 Eight hundred and five

  Chapter 806 Chapter Eight Hundred and Five · "Why."

  High in the sky, Su Lin led Su Mingan into the room.

  Everything in the room is far beyond Su Mingan's imagination.

Dozens of fluffy cat-shaped puppets are scattered around the corner, and there is even a plush cat one person tall lying on the bed. The flag of the beacon is hung on the wall of the room, and more than a dozen war of dawn wars are stored in the glass cabinet next to it. medal.

   "Puff." Su Mingan stepped on the room, just in time to step on a giant cat puppet. He looked down and saw cow cats, Siamese cats, pastoral cats... various cat puppets piled up on the ground in various poses.

   "This is the room you are rushing to come to?" Su Lin glanced at the scene in the room.

   "..." Su Mingan walked to the bedside table and picked up a group photo of the nine seats. In the photo, Actor and eight other people are smiling in the sun, as if looking forward to a bright future.

  This is the room of the gods—the gods lived here in the body of Aktor during the six years when the gods occupied the magpie's nest. Su Mingan did not expect that the layout of the room would be so close to Actor's own preferences.

  Beacon banner, Dawn War medal, group photo of nine seats...the gods lived in such a room for six years.

   "Okay." Su Mingan had some guesses in his heart: "Go back."

  The scene in front of them disintegrated in the collapse, sending white light to wrap them, and then, the familiar scene of the city of measurement came into view—

  …

  【One-Dimensional·City of Measurement·Twelve midnight】

   "At a 36-degree declination to the west, the edge energy station No. 368 has been successfully repaired."

   "At Energy Station No. 417, which is 3872km away from the city, all members of the transportation team have been killed."

   "A total of 1,200 transport teams in the northern region, 23,123 were killed, 55,437 were seriously injured, and 112,129 were slightly injured..."

  Electronic light bands surround high-rise buildings, and the Scarlet Alert broadcast of Measurement City rolls all night, like a flashing banner.

  In the eternal night, the army marched hurriedly in the vast darkness. The backs of people's necks glow green, and they wear white protective clothing against the ubiquitous black fog in the air.

  Looking down from a high altitude, the trucks are connected in a straight line. Each transport team has more than a dozen trucks in action, and a helicopter is accompanying them at high altitude.

  Noel opened his eyes and found himself sitting in the cockpit of a truck.

   "...seems to be back."

  Noel glanced at the time, and it was twelve o'clock at midnight—Keusta was over, and all players were teleported back to the first dimension.

  As the temporary resource transportation officer, Noel's mission is to **** the resources of this team to the energy station on the edge of the world. He looked out to see an entourage surrounding the truck on motorbikes, everyone wearing face masks and hazmat suits.

   "We are entering the northern Bangalore area, and there is a road collapse ahead, pay attention to detour." Nuoer's headset heard the announcement, which was the voice of the Dawn system. As the main system of all programs, the dawn system will inform people how to act in real time.

  In the headset, Lu Wenwen's voice came over: "Noel, our two teams are very close. If something goes wrong, we can help each other."

   "Okay." Noel looked up at the sky, the sky seemed to be splashed with a thick layer of black oil. He turned around and looked back, and saw many corpses lying in the carriage behind the truck.

  Since the City of Measurement entered Eternal Night, everyone has been transporting resources in the vast darkness. Even wearing protective clothing, it is difficult to resist the black mist in the air.

  The color of light on the back of the neck represents people's physical condition. If it is green, it proves that they have not been eroded by the black mist, and their emotions and thoughts are still in a safe state. But if the light on the back of the neck turns red, it proves that the person is no longer immune to erosion.

  The corpses on the truck were all suicides, and the light on the back of their necks was bright red without exception.

   "Drip, drop, drop—"

   "Squad 487's signal has been interrupted. In the area of ​​(298, 209), the **** helicopter has lost contact and the radar has been interrupted."

  A siren sounded, and then, the entire truck team began to circle around. Since they don't know which area the invasion gap of [Tawei] is deeper, the transportation team is completely desperate to explore the road. Once there is a loss of contact, no rescue is allowed, and other convoys have to detour.

   "Put up the shield computing device!"

   "Put up the shield computing device!"

The human voice was conveyed in the vast black mist, every truck was lit up, like a pure white galaxy, a long bridge of white light composed of 0 and 1 data rose from each truck, and was quickly erected to prevent the When passing through the high-density black mist, everyone was corroded.

   But despite this, people still died on the road, and the corpses gradually paved a road. The white protective clothing was like a starlight, like a glowing river.

  If you look down from a high altitude, you can see such a scene—centered on the measurement city, tens of thousands of corpses spread out in all directions, like a blooming white fairy orchid.

   The battle of civilizations has always been brutal.

  People in the two-dimensional world have repeatedly simulated for a firewall, and people in one-dimensional world are also paying a huge price.

   "Request for help! 240,000 people request rescue in Uri Border Town! The scene here is tragic, please rescue..."

   A desperate male voice came from an unknown channel. This is an area broadcast. If you can hear this rescue, it means that the distance between the receivers is not far.

  Noel glanced at the positions of both sides. But before he could speak, he heard the icy voice of the dawn system on the regional radio:

   "Give up, the resources on the car must be supplied to the energy station at the edge of the world, and cannot be given to you."

   "Help, help... sting--"

  The male voice on the regional radio rang a few times, and then quickly disappeared.

  Noel's fingers tightened, and he touched the back of his neck, which was flashing a green light representing safety. For now, the players who have just returned are the safest group of people because they have just come into contact with the black mist. As long as they survive this day, they will be fine.

  But he already smelled the smell of decay in the air, and the black mist surrounded him, eroding his body silently.

"According to the current situation...Compared with those ordinary people, my willpower should be able to last a long time in the black mist, and it is not a problem to survive a day." Noel muttered: "But the vast majority of people in the world , are ordinary people, this is troublesome..."

  Suddenly, Lu’s voice came from the headset again:

   "Noel, have you received a new mission prompt?"

  Noel glanced at the taskbar: "No."

"Yes, it's the same on my side, but the problem is..." Lu said: "What about the new mission that Su Mingan agreed to assign to us? Didn't he use the mission to contact us after he said zero o'clock? Why hasn't he yet? Post a new mission?"

  Noel was taken aback, and glanced at the task bar again, only to find that there was really no new task assigned by "Su Mingan".

  Noel immediately opened the car door, ignored the speeding truck, and jumped directly. He rolled a few times on the sand, summoned the black crow Yin Ke, and flew straight into the air.

   "Noel, where are you going?" Lu heard the sound.

   "Please take care of my convoy." Noel said, "I'm going back to the city to find Su Mingan."

  …

   "To assist ground transportation operations, the city-state has activated a low-energy mode."

   "The 'Project Dawn' will win the Civilization War at all costs. Speaker Colby has gone to Central City to state his opinions and decide how we will respond to this unprecedented situation."

   "We have suspended all information systems to avoid intrusion. At present, fierce conflicts are breaking out across the city. In the next few hours, the city-state will hold an emergency meeting for security gathering."

"The city-state appeals to all residents to actively cooperate and report the invaders around [Tawei] to the Eagle and Dog Guards. Please note that the black mist in the air is pervasive. Please try to stay rational and don't be deprived of consciousness. We will do our best to protect the residents. Personal safety."

"Currently, the Dawn Project Special Committee is negotiating with each city on an equal footing. Seventy-eight outside city-states, including Satofa City, Lamut City, and Ankulus City, have formed allies. The transport team can pass through the outer cities in times of crisis. The channel asked them for temporary assistance."

   "Currently, the Lord Asa Actor has not been found. If any residents find out, please report to the Eagle Dog Guards around you as soon as possible..."

  The warning sounded again and again, accompanied by the blood flowing up and down the city-state.

  Trucks rushed, planes took off, people walked hurriedly through the black mist, and the green light on the back of their necks flickered endlessly.

   "Communication frequency band 498.928.899."

   "This is the Santa Cruz District, and the shielding calculation device has been propped up."

   598, 298) The gap is expanding, and the concentration of black fog is as high as 92%!"

   "Anjie! Has the protective device been activated?"

   "Transporters b19 to b76 are all lost! The radar is interrupted!"

   "Don't worry about me, go! Go!"

   "Captain, Captain—!"

  Under the dark fog, among the scorched earth, the wreckage is not human.

  Yueyue has never seen such a doomsday.

  She saw the crowd walking across the sand like tiny ants, stumbled in confusion in the black mist, stretched out their corroded hands, and groped for all the touchable things around them.

  The old man holding hands squinted his eyes and walked slowly. After a while, the back of his neck flashed red, his eyes turned into two red holes, and he fell down.

  The mother hugged the child tightly, using her body to resist the black mist. Her hair was scorched like burnt weeds, and her skin was stained with yellowish-white rough grit.

   Then her body disintegrated like a landslide, and she fell forward, leaving only the child in her arms still crying.

  People held each other's hands and walked slowly in the eternal night. Outside the city-state there is no shelter for the vagabond, the traveler, the townsman, who is the majority of humanity.

  Their pain has no way to vent, and their despair has no way to find the root. The enemy that caused all this is another civilization, and the battle of civilizations is never right or wrong.

  I can't see anything in front of my eyes, only the chirping of vultures, and the faint voices and cries of people in the black mist. Yueyue walked all the way, and there were corpses and bones at her feet.

   On the way to the mission site, Yueyue was held back by a young soldier.

  He pulled her skirt, looked at the medal on her shoulder, and called her sir.

  Yueyue looked at the red light on the back of the soldier's neck. Even through the long years, she still maintains her original kindness, and she wants to save him.

  She patted the soldier on the shoulder, telling him to try to keep calm and talk to her so maybe he wouldn't be invaded.

  The young soldier slowly told her his story. He said that in autumn in his hometown, the sky was covered with golden ginkgo leaves. When I came back from school, I often passed sugar sellers knocking on clappers in the alley, and there were many girls sketching with drawing boards by the river.

  His hometown is just a small city. Compared with the city of measurement, the lives of these small city residents are very difficult, but they are humane and warm countless times.

He also said that he had a grandfather who lived in the War of Dawn, and that grandfather was also a young soldier when he died. The grandfather liked music scores. When he was a child, he would hug his mother and beat ice edges under the winter eaves. The sound was like The crispest instrument. Even when my grandfather went to war, those scores were always in his backpack.

   Later, grandpa died in the frozen ice, like countless young soldiers.

   "What are we fighting for...?" the young soldier asked intermittently.

  "In this life, apart from the cold data, the strictly delineated personality, the insurmountable class, and the life that prevents emotional overload... Besides these, what are we living for?"

   "The order of the city-state, the gears of society, the mediocre laborers like ants... We have worked hard all our lives for a 'perfect' city-state, but in the end...who am I?"

   "Sir, can you... tell me?"

   "You..." Yueyue whispered, but found that the soldier in front of her had closed her eyes.

  She stood alone among the black mist, holding the dead soldiers.

   Whose fault is this?

   There is nothing wrong with Akto who formulated all these, there is nothing wrong with the Dawn system to preserve resources, there is nothing wrong with ordinary people who are eager to survive, and even the invader of civilization [Tawei] is also for survival, there is nothing wrong.

  Unknowingly, the vast majority of people have made the best decision, but things inevitably slipped here, and there are no survivors.

  Che's voice came from the headset: "Are you there?"

   "No." Yueyue said.

   "New news." Che said, "The city lord is missing."

  (end of this chapter)