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Chapter 551 Chapter 540 Nine "You came to save me."

Hearing Su Mingan call out his name, Zhao Weidong let down his vigilance a little.

"Yes, the volcano just erupted. Are you a Qiongdi person who hasn't evacuated?" Zhao Weidong frowned: "I'm sorry... Our experiment failed, and you are now taking the risk to come to us, and there is nothing you can do..."

Behind him, several white coats also came over.

"That's it." Su Mingan said, "The volcano has erupted..."

……

[Pingping:
Spread the letter good.

The dome fell into a period of natural disasters very early. The volcano erupted, and we couldn't go out. The ground was full of hot soil and high temperature.

I am a little hungry, the next batch of personnel has not come, and our supplies are getting scarcer.Now I only eat one steamed bun a day, and sleep under the quilt for the rest of the time, so it will be easier. 】

……

After this volcanic eruption, the end of these researchers was to die alone in the underground passage holding pictures of their family members.

They have gone through more than twenty years of long experiments, and have been farewell to their relatives for a long time. They are eager to find a way to save the people in the vault, but they have a tragic ending.

Not to mention, at this point in time... the outside world should have been destroyed.

"The next batch of your colleagues won't come, so you don't have to wait." Su Mingan said, "Go straight ahead from the next underground passage and turn right at the third intersection. You should be able to find an area free of volcanic ash. I will be there Leave the enchantment behind, wait for the temperature to drop, and find a chance to escape."

"How do you know that the next batch of people won't come..." Zhao Weidong said.

Su Mingan didn't have time to explain, so he dragged Xi Boer away.

"—Wait." After Su Mingan took a few steps, Zhao Weidong's voice came from behind: "At least thank you for telling us another way out. You don't have to worry, even if my colleagues and I go back to the outside world , and will continue to study the plan to save you, this is our lifelong task, please don't give up! No matter which world people are in, they have the right to live, and our team is here for this!"

Su Mingan didn't look back.

He remembered Zhao Weidong's dead body holding Pingping's photo in the underground passage that day.

……

[The spring day outside must be beautiful, the warm spring breeze, the blooming flowers, I haven't seen spring for many years...]

【What does our daughter look like now?Her hair must be very like yours, dark and smooth.Her eyes should be very similar to mine, since she was a child, big, very divine...]

【…】

【...I am so, so eager to meet you. 】

……

He left here, leaving these researchers with a barrier that blocks the black mist.

After walking to the ground, when he looked up, he saw a volcano erupting like a doomsday.

Viscous magma and hot volcanic ash erupted, and the running and screaming of people in the distance could be faintly heard.

At this point in time, he experienced it once, when he rescued Feng Qiqi and Qianqian.

He identified the direction and quickly ran towards the castle.

Five years ago, this was a very special point in time.

In the castle, another group of outsiders who are manufacturing virus weapons should still be alive.

——Yuan Shuangshuang, who is the experimental material, is still in the laboratory in the castle, and the authority of the black crow is on her body.

Su Mingan looked up.

It was impossible to tell whether it was morning or afternoon in this weather. He and Siber walked all the way, passing by many people from the sky who were fleeing in a panic.

He and Siber are like a river going against the road.

The curse of the dark sky is slowly pressing down on the world.

Five years ago, it was the time when the curse of the sky curtain came and the vault was on the verge of destruction.

People snuggle up in the darkness, like primitive life that has not yet obtained fire.

"Su Ming'an, if..." Xi Boer suddenly said, "If I go to my wooden house now, will I just see my ten-year-old self and you who are about to say goodbye to me?"

"Maybe." Su Mingan said.

He didn't know what mechanism this reversed time was, whether it was pulling them back from the future, or making memory judgments from the causal level.But in any case, the first action now is definitely to take the authority of the black crow.

"—— Shua!"

The moment he was about to rush into the castle, a golden sword thrust into his face.

The golden sword went straight into the ground in front of it, the light burst, and spider web-like cracks spread on the soil, and holy white flames rose out.

He looked up and saw a golden figure.

A fine halo of light shone on the man's body, and the young man stood tall in the air.

The young man's hand was floating in the air, and the golden sword rose again, aiming at Su Ming'an.

"I found you, Su Mingan." Su Rin smiled, "I came to you for [energy]."

……

[Lord God World · 79 server]

Lu woke up from the bed and rubbed his eyes.

The san value setting of the eighth world was really tormenting, he almost went crazy, and he slept for a long time before recovering.

He opened the mailbox, but suddenly saw a blood-red letter.

He woke up instantly and opened the envelope immediately.

……

【Proud person, road:】

[Hello, we want to invite you to a place. 】

The sender below is marked in red [Sponsor]. Obviously, this is not a spoof letter from a player.

"Invitation from the organizer...?" Lu said softly, "The location is not specified, so the time is three days later?"

He rubbed his temples.

"The organizer is going to make trouble again?" He dialed the communication, wanting to see if Bei Wang, who is also a top player, has received this kind of email.

Although it should be Beiwang's bedtime now, it doesn't matter, as long as a call is made, the other party will have to wake up if he doesn't want to.

Sure enough, he didn't go to bed even looking north.

"...Hello." A sleepy voice sounded, and Bei Wang's sleepy face appeared on the video screen.

"Have you received the invitation email from the sponsor?" Lu said.

"Oh." Bei Wang said, "Got it."

"It seems to be an invitation to all peak players? No, it may also be an email for players with special identities..." Lu pondered for a moment: "The eighth world is coming to an end, and Su Mingan should be able to return tonight, the matter of the peak alliance , to start preparations."

"Oh." Bei Wang said.

"...Okay, you can continue to sleep." Lu said.

With a "click", the communication was hung up.

Lu sighed, put on his coat and mask, opened the door and walked to the street.

As soon as he came out, he heard a cry.

People with oil paint on their faces and holding wooden signs with blood letters were chanting slogans and passing by the house.

"—Decision makers who disregard human relations! What we want is fairness! We want fairness! No one's life should be measured!!"

"—Hand over the seized resources, give an explanation to the medical staff who donate without compensation, and give us an explanation! They have failed our trust!"

"——Fooling the masses away from adventure players, deliberately dividing the boundaries of players, what kind of 'union' are they!"

"..."

The bystanders stood in front of their respective houses, watching the group of people who shouted injustice.They took pictures, recorded videos, and lamented the behavior of this group of people marching.

This parade has been going on for some time.Since the exposure of the principle of "resource priority relief", people are like dynamite kegs that have been ignited.

Even though they didn't know the significance of such a parade, they still chanted slogans, as if thinking that such public opinion could turn the situation around.

——Perhaps this is the brilliance of high-dimensional life.

Before they could do anything, people got up on their own, pointing their swords at the joint regiment at the forefront of spiritual rescue.

Some people claim—in fact, the top management of the United League has gone crazy, and those top players in the world are also crazy. Crazy is the theme of human beings, and only by following this trend can we survive.

What the alliance wants is power and reputation. Smart people want a glamorous life after the game is over, and powerful people want the right to control and freedom, and these people don't even have peace.

——Confucianism uses literature to disrupt law, and chivalry uses martial arts to violate prohibitions.

These people are pessimistic about their outlook for the future.

Now all resources are given priority to the top players, and they have become neglected garbage.

After the game is over, how can they survive the huge power gap?At that time, there was no death and resurrection, and there was no longer a rule of the Lord God World prohibiting each other from attacking each other.

If you don't take advantage of the fairness now to "struggle", who will listen to their voices in the future?
They even suggested that publicizing the handles of the top players, such as family background, things they care about, etc., will constrain their bottom line as human beings.

For example, the first player can persuade his mother to hold him.For Noel, he can influence his New World Guild and let the New World Guild "influence" him.As for Mizushima Chuankong, Lu Shu, Lin Yin and others, they can start from the level of the aristocratic family.

Although this statement is nonsense, it has won the support of many people.

Herbert, who voluntarily betrayed his identity as a player, has caused some people's trust to disappear.

Some people are worried that these remaining top players will suddenly be desperate and take their progress, abandon human beings, and fly away.

It seems to be a good choice to put on the "shackles" that cannot be abandoned by the top players.

……

As night fell, the world became more and more hazy.

The bright colors of the volcanic eruption became the only bright light, and Su Lin was floating in front of the bright light, the golden energy rolling like waves.

"I came to you for [energy]," he said.

"Go aside!"

Su Mingan didn't talk nonsense, and immediately issued a judgment.

In the past few days, for the battle, he has pushed his emotional value to the full 2000 points, and he can fire more than 30 times in a row in the trial.

Su Lin paused, but was not affected.

It was the first time Su Mingan saw someone who was not under control since he acquired the trial skill.

He didn't keep his hand anymore, and used up all the more than 1000 emotion points, like light pollution, more than 30 red lines flickered on Su Lin's body in the air, like a broken traffic light.

"Hey, you're really welcome..." Su Rin's voice floated down from the air, and there was still no ups and downs in his voice.

But his sword has completely stopped in the air, no longer falling.

"go!"

Su Mingan dragged Siber and rushed into the castle.

Su Rin should be under control, more than 30 trials are no joke.

The time of Yuan Shuangshuang's death is today.He has to be fast.

Siber watched Su Mingan slaughter all the way, and watched him rush towards the laboratory.

The golden flames of the blade fluttered, cutting people's heads, blood sprayed everywhere they passed, and corpses fell down in rows.

Different from the kind-hearted Zhao Weidong and others, the researchers in the castle are a group of demons trying to launch a virus war. Killing them does not require any psychological burden.

Blood burst on their sides, and the wind blew past Siber's ears. She suddenly felt very happy. Running freely like this without any feeling of psychological burden made her extremely happy, as if all the burdens were suddenly thrown away.

"quack--"

The pitch-black crow landed on the researcher's blood-stained corpse, making an ugly sound of mourning.

Su Mingan chopped down a researcher with a sword, and there were several gunshots nearby, and several bullets fell to the ground.

This group of people had guns, but they couldn't break through Su Mingan's defense at all.

When he turned his head, he saw several researchers who looked panic-stricken and retreated again and again.

White tentacles grew from Su Mingan's body, like a ferocious python, devouring towards the researcher.

(End of this chapter)