Human dimension reduction

[After a long time, the vast and vast Siberia has finally become your territory. Your flag will be planted all over the world along with the army fighting in the north and south. You don't need the glory of the predecessors to add glory to you. You are the new world monarch! 】

The main task [The King's Coronation] has been completed!

The side mission [Ice and Snow Difficulty] has been completed!

The side mission [False Saint] has been completed!

The side mission [Morning Gift] has been completed!

The side mission [Sweet Time] has been completed!

……

The side mission [Wild Traveler] was not triggered

The side mission [Cavalry Captain] was not triggered

The side mission [Successor of the Sunset Empire] was not triggered

The side mission [Valkyrie] was not triggered

……

[Congratulations on winning the title of "Monarch Accompanied by Saints"!Congratulations on winning the title of "Natural Master"!Do you want to quit the game?

whether】

After they ascended the high tower, with the pleasant and light ding-dong sound, the endless words poured out, and the task statistics stayed on the interface for less than half a second before being replaced by the following words. Pushing it up, the data waterfall scrolls down quickly, and the neatly arranged side tasks form ghost images on the retina.

After the task is completed, the game gives you the option of quitting. According to the high degree of freedom brought about by the mutation of this game, if you don’t quit, you might really be able to be a happy emperor here for the rest of your life. Edward doesn’t doubt this, but it’s a pity he The goal in this game is not to be a happy emperor.

During the game, whether it is the death of the player or the death of an important npc, it will cause the game to reset, so such a big Petrosha can be seen in front of him.

What about after the game is over?

He trembled and worked so hard to play the game as a player, and now this game wants him to get out after clearing the level?

How can there be such a good thing in the world? !

He moved his fingers, and focused on "Yes" in the options.

After pressing this option, there are two results, one is to reset the progress and start another new game, but he judges that the possibility of this situation is not high, and the other is to return to the "main interface", that is, his Throwing out this game world, according to the fact that this game still retains a large number of mission programs and reset functions, he believes that after pressing this option, he should be able to follow the logic to return to the "main interface".

So the time left for him to get out of the control of the game is only a few seconds from when he presses "Yes" to when the game program responds.

"Has the coronation site been chosen? The Moscow side has been cleaned up, just waiting for you to go there." Petrosha's hoarse and soft voice sounded behind him.

The architecture of this city is a typical Slavic style, with warm and colorful colors, exquisite and gorgeous buildings, slender pointed towers and onion-shaped cute fortresses can be seen everywhere, and they are standing on the tallest tower in the city at the moment, with four beige The tall columns support the small spire, and the wind from all directions blows in and out of the surrounding empty towers without hindrance.

The pedestrians on the streets below were all joyful, with genuine smiles on their faces, the Salvation Army occupied the city without a single shot, the fleeing nobles took all the expensive things they could bring, and abandoned all the residents , Sa Yazi ran across the boundary river, and the Salvation Army almost drove straight in and occupied this place.

In order to celebrate the hard-won victory, Petrosa ordered the warehouses to be opened to distribute food to the citizens of the city. A large amount of meat and butter and cheese that the nobles had not had time to take away were thrown out without money. Small colored fireworks, the whole city was chanting the name of the leader of the Salvation Army for a while.

And the two people who have been mentioned hundreds of times are standing on the tower above their heads, chatting peacefully.

"Moscow is a bit far away," the blond boy shook his head, "I think this place is fine."

Petrosa stood behind him. The height difference between the two allowed him to see the top of Edward's hair when he lowered his head. He said softly, "It's a little far away, but we have a lot of time, and we just happened to be able to patrol north. Shocking those who are not law-abiding, you are in a hurry? Why?"

Edward's eyebrows twitched. Petrosa was really too keen. He was indeed a little slack just now. He thought that he was about to quit the game anyway, so why go to Moscow, so he said perfunctorily, let Petrosa come to his dream. Noticed the difference.

"What time do I have to rush? Isn't it Peggy who wants to hurry up more than me?" Edward said without changing his expression, "The voice in the army is not the same as before, praising the saint's crown There are more and more voices, and even I have heard the call to establish the kingdom of God on earth, what do you want to do, Peja?"

"The kingdom of God on earth must of course be led by a saint who has received the shepherd's whip from the Lord, am I right?"

The tone of his rhetorical question was flat, and he was not angry at all because he saw through Petrosha's mind. The priest who had his thoughts broken through closed his eyes slightly. The light on the tower was bright and not very friendly to him. He could only lower his eyelashes, This posture gave him a majestic and pious sense of tranquility, as if the painter's fantasy picture of the pilgrimage of angels came into reality.

"Being the spokesperson next to the throne is not as comfortable as sitting on the throne." The blond boy said bluntly.

After he finished speaking, the atmosphere on the tower fell into silence. Petrosa did not intend to refute, and Edward did not scold and question more. The self-reproach and sophistry of intrigue turned into a little leisurely chat.

Edward turned around and saw Petrosa standing in the only shaded place in the tower, his blue-gray eyes drooping to hide from the light, although it was not his intention, but with that face and this gesture, it was very There is a kind of touching feeling that the archangel is about to cry in compassion.

Surprised by Petrosa's expression, he was silent for a while, and said helplessly, "You know there will be sun today, why don't you put on your blindfold?"

As he spoke, he walked over, took off the handkerchief and folded it twice casually, and stood on tiptoe to wrap Petrosa around his eyes.

Petrosa, who was too tall, obediently bent down slightly, and asked him to tie the satin handkerchief embroidered with golden patterns on his eyes. The degree of peace of mind, although the scene in front of him has turned into a blurred mist, but he doesn't mind this little inconvenience.

"Giving handkerchiefs to others at random is misleading," Petrosa joked.

Edward swiped at the back of his head and knotted it forcefully. The sudden tightening of the fabric made Petrosa shut his mouth obediently.

"You are not a knight courting love, and I am not a lady waiting for love. Handkerchiefs will never represent love here, so there is no material compensation." Edward ruthlessly dismantled him.

According to the Slavic aristocratic tradition, a knight can ask a lady for a handkerchief to woo, and if the lady refuses this request, she needs to compensate the knight who is fighting for her with a certain amount of property to show respect and fairness. This tradition has continued for more than 100 years , can be called a household name.

Aside from representing love on such occasions, the handkerchief is not an appropriate gift to give. It is a symbol of trouble and sorrow, and the Slavs were careful not to cause misunderstanding.

"Oh..." Petroshara made a long voice, a little regretful, "Then besides this, is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Edward frowned quickly, and took a step to the side. The priest, whose eyes were covered with satin, followed his movement almost at the same time and tilted his head, asking softly, "My dear...Edward?"

"If you don't have anything to say, I have a few questions here, can you please answer them."

"...if I can answer." Edward's voice was steady, and the light in his eyes gradually deepened.

"It seems that you haven't mentioned Richard to me for a long time," Petrosa changed the subject, "Everywhere you go, you will send a few people to inquire about Richard's whereabouts, and you haven't found him after searching for so long—"

"Skip this question," Edward interrupted him with a blunt tone, "I'll answer your question, don't make me angry with this clumsy method."

This question was not what Petrosha wanted to ask, he was just using this question to stir up Edward's emotions, making him reveal more flaws in the subsequent questions and answers, and helping Petrosha judge the authenticity of his words.

It was a very simple torture method, but unfortunately it was useless to both of them. Petrosa changed the subject politely: "Then... can you tell me why Edward hasn't grown any taller after four years?"

One hit kills.

The created account will no longer have physiological changes such as growth and development. The little king who died at the age of 13 will always look like a slender and immature boy. The frail boy who trekked in the wind and snow with him has grown up He is a tall and oppressive adult male, but he is still the eternal Narcissus.

This is an absolutely unsolvable question. In the past four years, Petrosa has not once raised relevant doubts. Perhaps in the first two or three years, it can be understood that he is particularly slow in development, but until he was sixteen or seventeen years old, he still had a problem. If there is no change, even Edward cannot explain why.

"Nothing has changed, it's like staying in this time forever, you were like this when I was 16, and you were still like this when I was 20, it's like waiting for me to be too old to walk and speak , you still look like this."

"That's not very good," Edward commented indifferently, "I'm young at the right time, and your long life is a good word to bless people."

Petrosa's voice stopped abruptly, and after a while, a low voice sounded like a whisper: "So you don't intend to answer my doubts."

good acting.

The only player thought to himself that he had already guessed everything, but still pretended to be innocent and knew nothing, the world owed Petrosa a gold medal in acting.

"This world is big, and there are always things you can't understand. For example, some cats look like rabbits, some birds can talk, is it hard to understand that I haven't grown taller?" Edward spoke nonsense with confidence.

Petrosa did not smile.

He repeated thoughtfully: "The world is big..."

"Yeah, it's a big world, but you're the only one who can keep me from being bored."

"We already own the whole of Siberia, but to the north is the sea covered with ice and snow, to the south there are warm rainforests and grasslands, to the west there are many countries with different civilizations, to the east is full of gold and spices, and it is richer than Siberia... We can go south to see the ever-turbulent ocean, the islands scattered on the ocean are more numerous and rich than pearls, no one can stop our footsteps, your flag can fly in every corner of the world."

When Petrosa said this in a bewitching tone, these words that were already particularly attractive to men with a natural desire to conquer were even more moving. Those countries where cherry blossoms and red maples grow, swimming with colorful The blue ocean of fish schools, the vast sky and warm country... everything is like a dessert in the hands of the devil, as long as you stretch out your hand, you can pick it up.

"What do you want to say, Peja." Edward realized that what Petrosa wanted to say seemed to be different from what he expected.

"Didn't you understand?" The priest in the white robe looked calm, "I mean, I don't care why you haven't changed, as long as you stay and promise not to leave me, I can give the whole world to you." You, let you be the sole master of this vast world, from now on they will only praise your name, you will be greater than the gods, and you will be more supreme than everything in the world."

Hearing these unexpected words, Edward's brows twitched.

This request... He really didn't think of it.

Is there something wrong with Petrosha?Obviously, he used to play and slaughter players for fun, so it must have been reset too many times to destroy some of his core data, right?

...Although a self-aware npc doesn't quite fit the word normal.

"You can also refuse," his silence didn't make the priest so flustered, the man with the satin handkerchief wrapped around his eyes calmly threatened, "I will kill myself before you leave, and then we can have a new life again... ...Ah, if you think about it that way, it doesn't seem too bad, I have endless time to play this game with you."

In the end, there was a little smile on the corner of his mouth. This smile was not at all similar to the smile he used to have when he was preaching in the church. It was full of viscous, cold, anticipation, excitement and other abnormal emotions.

"Maybe we can try it this time. Is your movement faster or mine?"

He even suggested it with a good-natured face.

The suggestion seemed good, but it had an inexplicable taste when it came out of his mouth.

Being able to reset so many times in the game, his understanding of the game is obviously beyond that of the players, and he seems confident enough to tear off the last veil of fake warmth between the two after clearing the game.

But fortunately, he has a hole card, and so does Edward.

The player's identity used as a disguise on the first layer was ripped off, and he still had a trump card to change his account.

The blond-haired and blue-eyed boy showed a little solemnity and hesitation on his face. He wasn't sure if Petrosa could see his expression, but he did his utmost to contribute his acting skills without any dead ends.

"You're threatening me." He said coldly.

"Yes." The good-natured Slavic man admitted generously.

"I don't like being threatened. If you dare to play with me forever like you said, then come and try."

He gritted his teeth and sneered, obviously not intending to accept Petrosa's suggestion.

The priest knew that such flimsy words would have no effect on people like them, so he sighed slightly in his heart, and stabbed the thin needle filled with venom between his fingers long ago towards the side of his neck without hesitation. .

An important npc whose abnormal behavior caused the death of the game is reset much faster than the player quitting the game. As long as he gets a needle in his neck, the program will judge that the logic of this npc is faulty, and the next round of the game will restart soon.

But Edward's action changed his mind.

The boy's slender and callused palms pressed against Petrosa's arm, and a hug that was too hard clasped him. The priest in white robe blinked his eyes in amazement. Through the misty silk, he saw a piece of A touch of gold flew into his arms.

A heavy hug, followed by a gust of wind that brushed against his ears and a sudden sense of weightlessness. The young man who grabbed him led him down a high tower, and ferocious whispers rang out in his ears.

"...then...use your life...to prove to me..."

Petrosa froze for a moment.

If you can use one death to prove to Edward that he can never leave the game without authorization, it seems to be a good choice. As long as he dies before Edward, the game will restart again, and they can meet again in the snow and ice of Siberia. As for Whether he committed suicide or Edward did it... He doesn't care, but since Edward is not happy, it's no big deal to let him kill once.

The thin needle covered in venom slipped from between his fingers, and was blown to an unknown place by the wind. Where he couldn't see, Edward, who had his face pressed against Petrosha's neck, was staring at the game. interface.

The option to exit the game had already been pressed before he pounced on Petrosha, and he had no choice but to jump off the building with someone in his arms. He didn't know what the priest's backhand was, and he knew something was wrong when he saw the other party raise his hand. Being able to divert the opponent's attention with a bad move, it is obvious that his choice has been successful so far. Until the two hit the ground hard, there was no sign of the game being reset.

Da Tan's blood overflowed from under Petrosha's body, instantly staining the white robe on his body red. He clasped Edward tightly and let him press on him. Such a height could not prevent the two from rushing to death together. It's just that he has to find ways to let himself die first, so as to push Edward into the next round of the game together.

The broken rib pierced into the internal organs, and the person fell on the ground like a broken water bag. Edward felt severe pain all over his body. Petrosa's broken bone pierced through the flesh, and the white bone stubble pierced into the body like a broken blade. Edward's body.

It's like a skewer, two skewers.

He thought about it bitterly, and said with a weak breath: "Give me your life, to prove... your determination to keep me."

Petrosa, who was more seriously injured than him, was spitting out blood, and the blindfolded satin was soaked with blood. The priest who was wrapped in a sad gift grinned: "Okay."

As soon as the words fell, the priest stopped breathing.

The pointer of the game reset starts to turn, but what goes faster than it is the countdown to the player exiting the game.

From the moment they fell, people on the street screamed in horror. People recognized the iconic white robe and blond hair. As their bodies fell to the ground, everyone went this way like crazy. come running.

Roaring and crying were earth-shattering, they were crying for their dead beliefs and leaders, and the players who got the final promise showed a smile of final victory.

——The saint died in a bitter cold place.

And will live here forever.

In this world, standing tall outside the black hole, the priest in a white robe clasped his hands, raised his gray eyes, and walked steadily towards the several figures waiting for him.