First Player Chapter 976

Chapter 976 Chapter nine hundred and seventy-four · "I made you have a nightmare, sorry."

At this moment, the hair stands on end.

Although this is just a guess, it is enough to cause panic.

The gods held his hand and walked to the center of the church. When the ceremony started, Su Mingan felt his whole body start to heat up.

He has never been so nervous, the world is like a trap for him.

"Wow-"

The white, feather-like tentacles broke through the ground from his back. He gradually became dizzy. The **** stood in front of him and held his shoulders.

"What the **** are you doing...?" Su Mingan asked.

"Start the ceremony? What else can you do." The **** said: "I want to give you the power that an angel should have, and of course there will be some physical reactions."

But Su Mingan couldn't feel at ease.

He moved his right hand, and the sword of Alman appeared in his hand, with the tip of the sword pointing forward, against the chest of the god. The **** didn't take a step forward, but just clasped his shoulders. The two maintained a confrontational posture.

Su Mingan felt dizzy. As the ceremony progressed, blood-red lines gradually emerged on his pure white tentacles, like heavy chains.

"I've been waiting for you...really, I've been waiting for you to come back..." During the ceremony, the god's hand clasped his shoulders tightly, and said so suddenly.

"What... what?"

Su Mingan could hardly hear his own voice. His five senses began to weaken, and he could only vaguely see the mirror-like eyes of gods under the overwhelming white brilliance.

He understood from the very beginning—the look of nostalgia shown by the gods from time to time, and the "goodbye gift from the gods" that the sea **** tree said when he gave him the old eyes, let him know that the role he played and the gods used to be seen.

Since Su Wensheng is not his original, there should have been his original in the past thousand years.

Sure enough, his life experience has not been fully investigated. The current situation is fully understood-he is the savior summoned by fifty fire bearers. But the situation a thousand years ago is completely impossible to find. What kind of disputes did the character he played have with the gods thousands of years ago?

The **** reached out and clasped a silver-white ring on Su Mingan's right thumb. With a "click", the metal ring touched the root of the finger, like a tightly fitting logical chain, and also like an exquisite lock.

"What is this?" Su Mingan asked.

"Don't take it off," said the god.

Su Mingan clenched the hilt of his sword and stabbed forward without hesitation. He wanted to make a tentative attack to see how the gods would respond.

But he didn't expect that the tip of Arman's sword directly penetrated the chest of the god, pierced from his back, and blood oozes out. Yet there was no pain on His face.

【You attacked (God). 】

【The boss battle mode is automatically activated. 】

【BOSS (God), combat power: 4000+】

【Own combat power: 4200+】

【Current odds comparison: 51.28%】

Seeing the pop-up system interface, Su Mingan was stunned.

... The gods only have 4000 combat power?

The gods had stopped him from committing suicide so quickly before. He often teleported to him, and he thought that the gods were omnipotent, but they only had 4000 points?

The **** fell backwards, Su Mingan maintained the posture of holding the sword, watching the **** in front of him pull away from the tip of the sword little by little, bringing out a long line of blood. His sword pierced through the heart.

The floor tiles are painted with mythical stories praising the gods, and the blood of the gods dripped on these stories. The stained glass is slightly shiny. It has spent a long time here, and it has also witnessed the changes of the world, and now it has once again witnessed the occurrence of important things.

-Killing God.

Su Mingan watched the **** fall in disbelief, the tentacles on his back were extremely heavy. He panted heavily, feeling his field of vision spinning, and the white tentacles behind him were flowing on the ground, too many and too heavy, and when he stepped forward, it seemed to be dragging his body. The whole church was shaking.

Tick, tick.

Brilliant light sprinkled on Su Mingan's blood-stained sword tip through the colored window, revealing a quiet ray of reflection. The youth killed the gods here, but no one watched this scene. Only the singing of birds perched on the outer eaves of the church, and the hoarse wailing of black crows.

He wanted to take half a step forward to see if the **** was really dead.

Dragging the white tentacles behind him, rumbling, he strenuously took half a step forward, squatted down, and touched the face of the god.

This indistinguishable face fell into tranquility, a few strands of pure white hair hung down on his forehead, his eyelids were closed, and his skin was human touch, very soft, but extremely cold, which made Su Mingan shrink his fingers, thinking that I touched the ice myself.

He brushed aside his white hair to touch the pulse of the god's neck, but there was no sense of beating. He touched the god's chest down again, and cut the fabric of the chest with his long sword.

This body belongs to the gods. He has been a **** in this world for thousands of years, standing at the top of the world, omniscient and omnipotent in the eyes of people. He inherits everyone's yearning and prayer. Now He is lying quietly on the cold ground, in a church full of stories singing His praises. Su Mingan touched the skin and found that his body was no different from that of a human being.

No heartbeat.

Su Mingan stuck to his chest and abdomen, but did not hear any heartbeat.

...Did he really kill the gods?

"Son of God."

A cold voice came from behind.

Su Mingan turned his head suddenly, and the person walking from the door of the church was a god.

He is still the same, with white hair and white robes. There was no anger on his face, only calm.

Su Mingan turned around, the body on the ground was still there. It seems that the **** has changed his body, and it is really difficult for him to kill him.

"How many times do I have to kill you before you die?" Su Mingan said.

"You care so much about me, I thought you wanted to keep me." said the god.

"On the contrary." Su Mingan said.

The gods stopped in front of him, and the ceremony continued, Su Mingan felt dizzy again. Most of the tentacles have been stained with blood.

"I have observed many vast worlds, and watched their prosperity and destruction. The fate of the world is a foregone conclusion." said the god.

Su Mingan raised his eyes.

The **** said: "Zhai Xing is just a small boat sailing in the dark. It is a narrow boat that sails alone in the long night. It is easy to be destroyed by lighting a torch. It is too small and has no value to save. You Should have gotten out of it."

"A stable, powerful, and mature civilization should have abundant survival resources and a stable social structure. It should calculate its own possibilities and future development directions. Including variables, sensibility, and unknowns are all things that should be controlled. Civilization operates in some definite order."

"I am measuring and confirming this stable pattern, and excluding developments that may bring destruction—this should be the healthiest development of a civilization. And you are a person who can create miracles. You can help me stabilize civilization, and you can also Create variables and destroy civilization, I need you. Now you are my angel, so I tell you this information."

"I've said it all... I can't do it." Su Mingan categorically denied it.

He will not be sure of the words of the gods, and every word of the gods is pushing him into the fire pit.

"Are you willing to be an ordinary person? Are you willing?" The **** laughed: "You have witnessed such a vast world, you have come into contact with the vast universe, and you have even personally communicated with high-dimensional creatures. You walk with the gods and He fights against civilization, touches the mysteries of space and time in the universe. But in the end, he is willing to become an ordinary person of Zhai Xing, who lives, dies, dies, and lives in a small civilization—I just created a person for you. Don't you think such a nightmare is terrible?"

Su Mingan stared at the gods.

He opened his mouth, but he was speechless. It was as if a heavy lock had been placed on his back, and he felt that his back was heavy. The blood color has spread to three quarters of the tentacles. When it completely covers the tentacles, the ritual will be complete.

He didn't think it was a good thing. A ceremony to become an angel, why should all the pure white tentacles be dyed red.

He felt a heavy feeling from the thumb of his right hand. The silver-white ring worn by the gods seemed to be the symbol of an angel, engraved with gorgeous carvings.

"I'm sorry for making you have a nightmare." The **** said:

"Zhai Xing shouldn't hold you back."

"...you should have given up long ago."

"Ding Dong!"

【The gods are inviting you to become a dimension ascender. 】

【Do you agree to the invitation of the gods to become a 【dimensional ascender】? (Dimensional ascenders exist without player membership and will no longer return to the space of the main god. You can stay in this world, and you are no longer bound by the identity of a "player". The gods will help you find the way to ascend). 】

Su Mingan couldn't deny that the words of the gods really touched him.

Zhai Xing is too small, compared to the vast universe, it is just a weak civilization, but it is his everything. In fact, as early as when he obtained the death rollback, he could no longer be regarded as an ordinary human being. After all—he can even go back in time of the organizer, and he can even control high-dimensional creatures, imprisoning them and himself in a fixed time period forever.

His authority seems to be controlled, but it is actually very terrifying. Death is something that any creature has always feared, and high-dimensional creatures are no exception. He can ignore it.

【But you are willing to become an ordinary person of Zhai Xing in the end, and live, grow old, sick and die in an ordinary way—are you not afraid? 】

【If you choose to redeem the world, no matter whether this strength can be brought back to reality after the game is over, humans will not allow you to exist. 】

【"If you made such a wish to protect your homeland, but didn't make your own wish to dominate Zhai Xing—then you are not enough to suppress other humans after the game is over. Guess what they will do to you?"]

【Are not you afraid? 】

【Su Mingan! What the **** are you believing? 】

【Su Mingan, you don't have to be the savior. 】

【Su Mingan, now there are countless people stretching out their hands to send you to the altar, and then there will be countless people wanting you to die, as if countless people are saying to you—please help me. 】

【When did death become your best ending? 】

【Are you willing? 】

【Are not you afraid? 】

Blood-red lines spread on the tentacles, and Su Mingan's five senses were already very weak. With a bang, Arman's sword fell to the ground.

Zhai Xing is just a big ship sailing in the dark. In the evolution of various civilizations, it is a narrow boat. It's too small to be worth saving.

You should have gotten out of it.

You should have gotten out of it long ago?

Su Mingan took a step forward.

—but what if, going forward with it?

What if, in the vast sea, we take this tiny ship together? Would it not be lost in the endless storm?

The gods see it as a burden, a burden that slows him down, without which he cannot set sail. However, obviously all his meanings are born here, and obviously there is another possibility—take it and set sail together.

"I..." Su Mingan forcibly made a short sound, but no more sounds could be made, and he was already unable to move.

There is a crazy and satisfied expression in the eyes of the gods, as if when Su Mingan becomes an angel, he will fulfill some kind of wish.

And Su Mingan really couldn't escape. He couldn't even commit suicide.

At the last moment when the tentacles were about to turn completely red—suddenly, he felt a hot touch from his cuff. Looking down - it turned out to be the peach blossom cufflinks that Xiao Jingsan gave him before, and they were shining.

In the pocket, there is also a hot touch at the same time—this is the candy Chao Yan once gave him, and it is also glowing at this time.

At the same time, he felt that the silver cross chain hanging around his neck began to heat up—this was the cross that Su Mingan wore when he distributed relief as a clergyman, and it was put on by Li Mingyue. He was taking off the priest's robe at the time and forgot to take it off.

At this moment, the three things emitted scorching heat and dazzling light at the same time, as if they were protecting him. Protect his position, humanity, and heart.

They guarded his body firmly, preventing the last trace of blood from spreading.

There was a look of surprise in the eyes of the gods, and he did not expect this scene.

"Xiao Ying, Zhao Yan, Li Mingyue..."

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

—Are these three people anticipating this scene, so they delivered things in advance and protected themselves?

"Ding Dong!"

【The guardian mechanism left by Xiao Ying, Chao Yan, and Li Mingyue in advance has been triggered. They already know your situation. 】

【Touch one of the objects, you will trigger the teleportation mechanism, enter the person's personal circuit, and temporarily escape from danger. 】

【Please note that these three people are not in the same camp. Their ultimate ideals are very different, even diametrically opposite. Please choose carefully. 】

The system prompts that Su Mingan has the illusion that he is playing a galgame, and now he wants to choose the plot line of one of these three people.

When he looked up, he saw the puzzled expression of the gods, who had already seen what Su Mingan was going to do.

"You can even trust them, you have to choose one of them." The god's voice was hoarse:

"...why can't you choose me."

His expression was extremely confused, and the light in his eyes dimmed a little bit. But Su Mingan knew that the path of the gods would not work.

—Sorry, because there is no plot line for you in the system prompt.

Choose one of the three, Su Mingan stretched his hand towards one of the objects.

(end of this chapter)

Chapter end

Report