Fantasies That Descend on Collapse

"No. 13 spears, missing?"

The place where Judas' last spear should have been placed was empty at this moment, without any trace left behind.

This is how the same thing?Why is Judah's last spear missing?Was it lost by yourself?When did that happen?Why don't I have any impression of myself?

Countless questions, when Teresa realized that she had lost an important part of Judas, instantly filled her brain, making her eyes dizzy.

When was the last time I fought with Judas?Where is the place of the last battle?

When was the last battle...Where was the last battle...Two years ago...Helheim...

There, myself with Judah's No.13 spear...with Judah's last spear...with it...with it...

"what!!!!"

The severe pain engulfed Teresa's brain. She covered her head with her hands, knelt down in front of Judas, lowered her head, her complexion turned pale from the pain, and cold sweat dripped from her forehead. on dry ground.

Fragments of memory began to penetrate Teresa's brain. While feeling the pain of the distance, she gradually recalled some things that she had never seen before.

The golden spear, the blood-stained smile, the tears dripping down her face, the indistinct words.

The torn picture scroll is slowly being reassembled, and the severe pain inside the brain is constantly intensifying. The severe pain is like a giant dragon guarding the treasure, cursing Teresa savagely to peep at the treasure it has cherished for a long time .

The light received by the eyes became less and less, the world began to become cloudy and dark, and she was about to faint.

"Still... still... just a little while... just fine..."

Teresa, who was swallowed by the severe pain and temporarily lost her vision, groped around with the only hands that could perceive the outside world. Relying on the touch from her hands, she grabbed Judas in front of her with her hands, and stood up struggling. stand up.

Then she slammed her head into Judah's golden shell.

The bright red and hot blood ran across her cheeks from her forehead, and then dripped on the ground. Judah's golden shell was also stained with dazzling and eye-catching blood because of her self-mutilation.

The external pain and the internal pain reached a perfect balance at this moment. After only a short period of calm, the internal pain that was unbearable swept over again.

And Teresa slammed her forehead into Judas' shell again.

She didn't want to just pass out so easily, she saw many things from that broken memory that she had never seen before, those things that she met for the first time but were extremely familiar to her.

She was so hard, painless and tired, hitting Judas' shell with her forehead again and again, and the blood dripping on the ground became more and more.

The number of impacts became more and more, but each force was getting smaller and smaller, until Teresa trembling, lightly touched her forehead to Judas' shell, and then leaned on Judas and fell to the ground. When the blood stained the ground, she completely stopped her struggle that lasted for a long time.

"That's...that's..."

When the blood blurred Teresa's vision, when the pain prevented her from thinking, she leaned against Judas and fell to the ground, staring at the sky blankly, and saw the last scene that she could see in her memory.

It was a bouquet of white lilies held in her hand and handed to her.

And that person's appearance, no matter how hard she tried, she could no longer see clearly...

First Advent

Beginning of the prologue

"Kaka...Kaka..."

In a dimly lit room, a laptop is running quietly. The person sitting in front of the laptop is working hard to create. The sound of fingers tapping on the keyboard is intertwined with the sound of the laptop radiator, becoming the only one in the room. the sound of,

"Beep beep!"

The mobile phone next to the laptop rang, the man stopped his typing hands, glanced at the message prompt on the mobile phone screen, paused for a while, and then started his own creation again, and 10 minutes passed , as the last full stop on the screen falls, it also proves that the person in front of the computer has completed his creation.After moving his wrist, the man picked up the phone and replied to the message sent 10 minutes ago.

"Okay, okay, don't rush anymore, I've already coded Chapter 2 today. I said that there will be two updates today, and there will be two updates today. Has your Brother Chen ever lied to you?"

After sending this message, the originally quiet group chat was like boiling water, and countless replies appeared on the screen.

"Surprised, this pigeon has two shifts?"

"My lord, if you see oranges twice in your lifetime, I'm afraid there will be..."

"You're definitely not Luo Chen! What did you do to him? Let me tell you... If you can do whatever you want with him twice a day, that's it!"

"Where's the dog? Guna!"

......

Seeing the messages on the phone slowly drifting towards strange places, Luo Chen wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead with his hands, exited the group chat screen, and then opened Bengbengbeng to start daily tasks.

Luochen is just the most common player in the vast Bengbengbeng player group. No one goes online to swipe the dungeon. Homeland collects gold coins and earns a monthly card every month. However, the crystals he gets will not be used in the lucky draw. With [-] crystals, he is still using the weapons and characters that came out of his liver, and he will fight with his heart when encountering events, but as long as he gets the event-limited props, he will enter a state where he can't do anything. state, this state is generally called: "salty mode"

The ever-changing daily dungeon was quickly finished, and the time came to 12 o'clock, but at this time Luo Chen didn't feel sleepy at all.

Get up from the computer chair, move your body, and relax the sore bones caused by sitting still for a long time.

"Before I knew it, I had been writing a novel for a year..."

Hammering his back with his hands, Luo Chen sighed inexplicably when he saw the computer in front of him that had been with him for three years.

Why did I start writing novels in the first place?Is it because I have a magical world in my heart and want to share it with others, or is it because of interest?Or... I want to leave some traces of my existence in this world.

"Oh... I'm starting to think wildly again, why can't I get rid of this bad habit..."

Luo Chen shook his head vigorously, as if he wanted to throw these strange thoughts out of his mind.

"But this kind of life is really what I expected, and I repeat it day after day... Oh, I'm starting to think about it again. Isn't this kind of daily life very good? There will be a comic update tomorrow, no Now that I know what's going on with the plot, I don't want to worry about it so much, I'd better rest early."

Turn off the computer, charge the phone, change into pajamas and lie down on the bed. After a while, Luo Chen fell asleep.

However, unlike usual, the mobile phone placed on the bedside table for charging strangely lit up, and golden liquid gushed out from the screen of the mobile phone, but the liquid slowly covered the wall as if it was alive, and some The liquid even flowed out from the gap in the door. Gradually, as the liquid became more and more, the covered area became wider and wider. Almost every wall of the balcony, toilet, living room, kitchen and bedroom was covered with these golden liquids.

However, even if this is the case, these liquids are still being formed continuously, as if they sensed something, and then the liquid that gushed out began to rush towards Luo Chen, and after a while, Luo Chen's body was also covered with these strange liquids and formed Strange pattern.

As time passed, the liquid covering the wall also gradually poured towards Luo Chen's body, and finally all the liquid poured into his chest, and finally merged with it gradually, and everything gradually returned to calm, as if something Nothing ever happened.

"Roar!!!"

Different from the tranquility in the room, the outside world is no longer the original world. Non-human creatures descended on this collapsed world, as if celebrating their own birth. These creatures began to destroy, roaring and trampling Any living creature, they hit the building, destroy the building, the fresh life, fleeting...

The city that was originally shrouded in night is now like hell. Human beings are trampled by these monsters like ants, and the sound of crying and houses collapsing is endless.

However, the dead could not rest in peace, gray covered their bodies, and those who survived saw their loved ones stand up again, weeping with joy, but this joy did not last long, with a scream, It awakened those who were immersed in the joy of the resurrection of their loved ones.

Looking back, when the resurrected man bit off a piece of flesh from the person who was holding him, the relatives of the past had turned into monsters at this time, and then the emotion called fear re-spread in this area. On the ruined streets, the living people fled in all directions screaming.

However, those monsters did not chase after those who were bitten. After the injured found out this situation, before they had time to be happy, they fell to the ground. With the irregular twisting of their limbs, gray also covered these Human bodies, and then these people also turned into monsters, joining the pursuit of the living.

But the strange thing is that the house where Luo Chen lives doesn't seem to exist, it stands intact in this place that can be called hell, it seems that the monsters can't see it, and Luo Chen in the room doesn't seem to hear the outside world voice, still immersed in his dream.

Chapter 1 wake up and system?

"Destroy... Devour... Purify..."

"Ok?"

"Reset...Reborn...Change..."

"Who are you? Who is speaking? What is change?"

An inexplicable voice appeared in Luo Chen's dream, which should have been a blurry dream, but now it was so clear, and that voice seemed to have magical power, constantly guiding him.

"Make this world...!"

It seemed that he had reached an important point, and the voice suddenly raised its pitch, as if performing a ceremony, full of solemnity.

"Jingling Lingling!!"

However, the alarm clock on the bedside table interrupted it, and the piercing ring broke the dream of the person sleeping on the bed, and at the same time, the sound in the dream disappeared without a trace with the first ring.

"Snapped"

Turning off the switch of the alarm clock, Luo Chen rubbed his eyes while crawling out of the warm blanket.

"Take this world..."

It seemed that the voice in the dream had left a deep impression on him. After waking up, Luo Chen did not leave the room, but sat by the bed, the last words left by that inexplicable voice echoing in his mind.

"It must be that I wrote the novel too late. This is probably the so-called day and night dreams."

Finding a random reason to prevaricate himself, Luo Chen walked to the toilet and started cleaning.

"It's already the end of the month today..."

After washing up, Luo Chen walked into the living room, and after seeing the calendar on the wall, he silently calculated it in his heart.

"I have to pay the utility bills, as well as the rent. It seems that the only food at home is a few packets of instant noodles and compressed biscuits, and a few bottles of mineral water? Forget it, I'll bring some back when I go out later. "

Back in the room, I picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table and wanted to check the information, but the screen of the mobile phone did not light up as expected.

"Huh? Is the phone broken?"

After pressing the power button a few times, the screen of the phone was still pitch black, as if telling the fact that he was broken.

"Hey, besides buying food, I have to stop by to fix my phone."

Putting the wallet in his pocket and putting on his shoes, Luo Chen grabbed the handle of the door.

"Huh? Did I lock the door last night?"

He took out the key from his pocket and turned the door lock, but the handle of the door still didn't move at all. It seemed that the handle was fused with the door. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make it move at all.

"No way... The phone is broken and the door lock is also broken. I'm not so unlucky, am I?"

Sighing his luck, Luo Chen came to the living room, ready to use the desk phone to call the landlord, and now there was only one way.

"...This is, there is no signal?"

After dialing the number, there was no connection sound from the handset.

"It can't be such a coincidence, there must be something wrong!"

Thinking of this, Luo Chen quickly ran towards the balcony, but when he came to the balcony, what appeared in front of him was a scene he had never imagined in his life.

"That's... a chariot-level Honkai beast?"

The original bustling city disappeared, and most of the buildings that appeared in front of us were collapsed buildings. The only ones that survived were some lower buildings. Not far from the building where Luo Chen was, there was a pink and white The white and white behemoth, with its familiar appearance, is exactly the same as the chariot-level Honkai Beast in the Bengbengbeng game.

"This is... I have time-traveled! Whoops!"

Just when Luo Chen wanted to poke his head out of the window, his head seemed to be hit by something. Judging from the pain, the object he hit seemed to be very hard.

Stretching out his hand towards the window, there was an invisible wall standing in front of his eyes. When he touched this transparent wall, a line of text appeared in the upper right corner of Luochen's field of vision.

"Safety Countdown 23:42"