Players Please Respect Yourself

When people are in awe, the memories of the past will flash by like a revolving lantern?

Perhaps it was when the legendary man was about to die.

It can also be now.

Human beings only have a short period of time when they feel that they can do anything and have unlimited possibilities. This kind of big limitless time is likely to be the short period of time after graduating from university, or it may not have come at all.

Even if I have accomplished nothing these years, it can be:

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No matter the family is rich or the pockets are poor, people will quickly form their own living circle.

Then you can't get out of your own circle.

As people grow older, their possibilities are gradually obliterated.

That's why online games are so popular, if you put the word Internet in front of the game, you are not playing a game, but another life in another world.

To be reasonable, the guys who can become the elite players are those who work very hard among those players.

After all, in Land Abandoned by God, local tyrants are the most useless, and the prerequisite for doing well here is the liver.

When they heard Mr. System's conditions, their first reaction was disbelief, and then they gradually accepted the reality, and finally it was time to make a decision.

Some people will once again stifle their inner heroic dreams because of the shackles in reality.

But more people will choose to...become real heroes!

In Wang Hao's spiritual vision, beams of light of different colors lit up in front of the battlefield. They represent a wide variety of attributes and powers, and the only thing they have in common is that they belong to the Abyss Legion.

At least in this battle.

The corners of Wang Hao's mouth curved upwards, although he was covered by a mask, but miraculously, Rachel sensed it.

You are very happy?

A little bit!

Why?

Standing on the fortress of the final defense line, Wang Hao pointed to the distance. The sound of cannons rumbled in my ears, and the sky was dark and cloudy. The loud shouting and killing can be clearly heard even three kilometers away.

Do you know the meaning of this war?

Rachel froze for a moment, then smiled wryly: If it was in the past, I would have said it was for justice and the goodness of the world.

What now?

Rachel stared at the back, there was a portal leading to the 'safe' plane hanging on the Wall of Sighs, and on the opposite side of the gate were her subordinates and civilians who had migrated from the Valley of Tides.

My subordinates asked me this question, and I was confused. I once thought that I already had the answer. But seeing your abyssal army, I thought my answer was ridiculous.

Ridiculous? Surrounded by his own people, Wang Hao opened his visor and raised his eyebrows.

Yes! Don't you think it's unfair? Everyone is on the same battlefield, we only have one life, but the soldiers of the abyss have unlimited opportunities to make mistakes, and they can even use their lives to play games. So I think, my answer has long been gone meaning.

Looking at the red warning words on his retina, Wang Hao smiled wryly and shook his head: How can there be such a cheap thing! This is the arena for the final battle, and no blasphemy is tolerated.

The thick clouds in the sky are still rolling. Without a perception of more than 300 points, it is impossible to detect the changes in this small world.

The space barrier began to thicken. This was not a unilateral operation, but the result of the joint efforts of both parties. The god-level power beyond the imagination of mortals is completely solidifying this battlefield, connecting the space where the guardians and anti-kings are located. Yaoyao Literature Network

All players who connected to the Wall of Sighs received a system prompt at the same time, apparently saying Due to the heavy game load, network delays may be caused.

In fact, due to the different flow rates of time, each player has accepted a soul torture:

【Are you...willing to pay part of your life and soul to join this war? 】

Most players, thinking that this is just a game, they sneered and belittled this issue. No matter how they choose, the system has already made a decision for them—they will be sent into a mirror world that is synchronized with this place.

Although their every move will follow the pace of the Battle of the Wall of Sighs where the main world is located, they will have nothing to lose, the 'game' is really just a game.

In this real plane of the wall of sighs, the combat power of these players will be greatly weakened.

A guy who has not put his soul and life into this world is not qualified to stand on this earth.

A small number of players have made their decisions. Even if they don't have the aptitude to be promoted to heroes, after they understand the price they may pay, they still choose to invest their lives and souls and join this war.

Eight thousand elites! That's a lot!

Originally, Wang Hao thought that this number would be even less.

So what if there are hundreds of thousands of players?

Do you have to work hard in reality to play games?

What a joke! ?

Wang Hao couldn't even imagine what kind of loss he would suffer in that broken game company in Datianchao after the accident happened to these 8,000 people.

He curled his lips and laughed at himself: Forget it, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge.

Boom—

The whole world suddenly made a strange sound.

This is not the truest conveyance of that voice, it is just an onomatopoeia.

However, the entire world of the Wall of Sighs seemed to have come to a standstill after this sound.

All the monsters, all the guardian soldiers were frozen at the same time.

They are still thinking, breathing, but unable to move.

In this weird atmosphere, the voices of the commanders-in-chief of both sides reached the souls of every existence in their respective camps.

Wang Hao cleared his throat, and his voice began to sound.

Soldiers of the guardians, from this moment on, the Atlanteans who can be resurrected infinitely will no longer exist. Everyone is standing on the same starting line. There is only one life.

Perhaps everyone will want to ask, facing such a terrifying group of monsters, will everyone die?

My answer is—yes!

I don't want to sing and say anything. For the sake of righteousness, everyone must stand up and fight bravely to the death!

If it's all about death, whether it's a humble death by the monster's claws while running away, or a heroic battle in which the chest is pierced, we still have to die in the end. Does that mean that our lives have become meaningless?

Perhaps, you are right!

It's pointless!

No matter what kind of dreams or hopes you have, no matter how happy or how fucked you have been in life, whether your body is torn to pieces, or you lie on a hospital bed and stop breathing at the age of 100, your life will return to zero.

People are always going to die!

But is life meaningless?

If you say that, the death that we may usher in is meaningless to the comrades who have already died in battle?

wrong--

Only we can give meaning to those who have died!

Only those of us who are alive can remember the brave victims! The sad victims!

Maybe we will sacrifice today, but we will entrust the meaning of life to our surviving comrades-in-arms, our lovers, our relatives, and all living people!

This is the only way for us who are standing here at this moment to break free from this cruel [Land Abandoned by God] -

Soldiers—be angry—

Soldiers—shout out—

Soldiers—let's fight—