After the global recovery, I traveled through

…Helen thought, her breathing trembling slowly.

She felt Satan's fingers touching her temples, and his voice was as warm as his fingers, burning into people's hearts: "It's either ten thousand or one."

Helen lowered her head suddenly to avoid the fingers. Thinking of what was going to happen next, tears appeared in her eyes.

——

Wenqin led the mobile task force and said, "Do you want to resist our Plague Company-Troy Division?"

The psychological center responded at the gate where the vehicle was overturned-closed the gate tightly.

Wenqin's face sank, and his long boots stepped on the brick road, as if a fire line buried under the bricks was ignited. The muzzle of the gun was pointed at people again, a blatant threat.

People fled in all directions, squeezed into video stores, clothing stores, and snack bars, and looked at the street in panic through the broken round holes in the glass.

Someone accidentally hit the old mechanism in the video store, and the black record rotated faintly under the needle. The string music of the Nutcracker circulated in the streets and alleys, and the clear music told a humorous story about a prince leading toys to fight mice.

Such ballet music seemed to attract the girls' hearts. In the clothing store, beautiful models swung their joints one after another, "click", and turned their necks 180 degrees in the eyes of people in horror and realization.

So the infected people in the psychological center are here! People thought.

[Beautiful model's gene symptom mutation: stiff joint activation. ]

[Ability evolution: catwalk, dance. ]

Squeak, squeak, they rushed out of the store.

At the same time, the more than 3,000 infected people who were barely controlled by the doctors of the psychological center rushed to the muzzle without hesitation.

This is a war...

Helen watched the infected people either die from gun attacks or die from the deterioration of their own diseases. The number "10,000" has not moved yet, but she knows that the number of deaths must be jumping up one by one.

She is still a girl, but she has cried out.

She couldn't understand why those guys with guns were so indifferent to a scene that even she was so sad about. They were not Satan. At least, Satan seemed to sigh.

Satan sighed.

Helen suddenly understood why.

They didn't care about death. They cared about the achievements of the new human beings, just like the people in the psychological center also regarded the achievements as more important than the infected.

—— They didn't get into the play.

Helen, who dreamed of being on the Broadway stage, knew very well that although the audience would be moved to tears by the actors' acting skills and the plot, sometimes, no matter how superb the actors' acting skills were or how exquisite the scenery was, they would have cold expressions and appreciate a reserved applause from a high place, as if they were in the clouds.

Humans are emotional animals. They will be afraid when they see the corpses of their own kind, and they will feel pity when they see the death of their own kind. This is something that is engraved in their genes.

When humans stay out of it, when humans lose their human emotions... they call that divinity.

—— Are new humans like this? Is this the plan for new humans to become gods? Is the correct direction of human evolution to become gods?

——Will God care about the blasphemous idea of ​​"wanting to become God"? So does God save the world by killing those who want to become God?

——God needs human awe, God needs human fear.

——What about humans?

Many of the thoughts spinning in Helen's mind were not her own. She shook her head painfully, thinking that some infected person had passed her thoughts to her.

She clenched the umbrella handle, and suddenly saw a young nobleman in a suit in a Rolls-Royce.

The noble leaned his head against the car window glass, and raised his head through a layer of glass, as if he had noticed something.

At this time, Lin Xingtao gently waved the raindrops that fell on his shoulders.

Countless raindrops fluttered and fell into the lanterns and neon lights set up between buildings.

In an instant, the lights came on.

Helen looked at the world through tears, and the noble looked at the world through the glass.

The brilliance of the neon lights overlapped and shone in the raindrops, breaking the prosperity. Under the heavy rain, the city was like being twisted into countless overlapping kaleidoscopes, with lights swaying and people indistinguishable.

"The stage that everyone is looking forward to has been built, Helen." Lin Xingtao's voice was clear and hot, ironing Helen's earlobes.

"No..." Helen subconsciously retorted.

Then her eyes lit up.

Just like a beam of light always comes from somewhere when a major character appears on the stage, a thick white beam of light that covers them also lit up behind them.

Helen's shadow was projected on the ground.

Her skirt rustled in the wind, like a robe covering her upper body, and her short shadow was stretched into a terrifying size, and the umbrella she had been holding in her hand - because it was only half illuminated by the light, it actually looked like a huge sickle.

Bird-beak mask, black robe, sickle.

The sickle slowly crossed the neck of the noble young man, and the young man screamed: "I'm not afraid of you!"

[I'm not afraid of you. ] Helen remembered what she promised Satan.

She was afraid, she had deceived God.

She stayed there motionless until Satan - Lin Xingtao reached out his hand, grasped the upper part of her fingers holding the umbrella, and helped her turn the angle again.

The sickle moved from the noble youth to a woman who ran out of the psychological center excitedly.

"We found your sister Lily." Lin Xingtao said.

Lily, Vivian's friend, Brando's cheater.

She is also one of the many pregnant women.

The author has something to say: Lin Xingtao is talking less and less, becoming more and more aloof, and more and more cool.

Naya: It's over, I have an idol burden.

Chapter 280 Ragnarok (IX)

"Boom." It was like something was hitting the drum surrounded by the sky, and a beam of light shot straight to the ground from a distant height.

People's eyes were stung by the strong light, and they had to move their steps to a huge shadow in the white light.

However, this shadow was not at peace, it swayed faintly with the swinging white light. So people who adapted to the light saw the shadows of the sharp bird beak, robe, and sickle folded in half, rising from the ground to the wall.

The curved sickle cleverly circled them who survived the encirclement of the ghost army.

The noble young man who was originally on the tip of the knife endured the fear of the sharp edge at his throat. In a blink of an eye, he found that the tip of the knife had moved to a woman, and he could not help but lie on the leather seat of the Rolls-Royce with all his strength.

And that woman - Lily suddenly shrank her steps, lowered her head slightly, and looked at the approaching ghost army in fear.

Wen Qin asked her: "Did you escape from it?"

Lily replied vaguely: "So what, I don't need to go back again." While speaking, she nervously scanned the surroundings.

Wen Qin looked at her flat belly, and thinking about her identity as a pregnant woman, she asked, "You are no longer needed by them, right? Where is the baby in your belly?"

Lily glared at her, "What does that have to do with you? What organization are you?"

Wen Qin calmly replied, "We are named Troy Squad, and the full name is Plague Company Trojan Horse-Ghost Combat Team."

Hearing the word Troy, Lily's expression was confused for a while, and she murmured, "What is your purpose?"

Wen Qin smiled, her smile was bright, and she didn't look like the leader of this cold army at all. She said, "I said it very clearly, we need the research results of the New Human Plan." In contrast to the smile, she pointed her finger coldly.

The guns hummed, aiming the murderous intent at the lonely Lily.

At this time, the shadow of the sickle that enveloped them but was temporarily put aside by them began to swing like a pendulum.

Lily raised her head and saw two tiny ink dots in the light. One of the ink dots was getting closer and closer, like a shocking alien mixed in with the raindrops. She couldn't help holding her breath. For some reason, a blood connection made her subconsciously feel that the ink dot was her relative, her Helen.

But how could Helen be there? !

Standing on the top of the tall building in the night, the girl Helen clearly saw her sister Lily being threatened. She slowly moved to the edge without railings and looked down carefully, but no matter how careful she was, the inconvenient posture still made her umbrella move left and right.

Lin Xingtao stood behind her, and his fingers still had the cold touch of the umbrella handle.

He knew that the girl must have known the strangeness of the heavy rain - this terrible heavy rain that reduced the world's five billion people to only ten thousand uninfected people, she would never let go of the umbrella unless it was absolutely necessary.

The girl was also one of the last ten thousand people.

Lin Xingtao also walked to the edge and sat down. His two legs moved out of the building. Under his feet was a sea of ​​fire made of lanterns, which was really spectacular.

At this time, he remembered that he was also sitting on the edge of the building in Shanghai. Naiya pointed the live camera at him and smiled: [Everyone, he is the one who destroyed the world, and he is also the one who saved the world. ]

Then he pulled Wang Xueqing and Wang Xichen from the sea water of R'lyeh as an angel of light.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and Wang Xichen's murmur of "there is no Zhao Lue at all" disappeared in his stubborn hand stretched out to Lin Xingtao.

Lin Xingtao bent one leg, propped up his chin with one hand, and snapped his fingers with the other hand.

The rain stopped in response, and he said to Helen who was trying to look down: "I am God, Helen, I can bring death and save the world."

-So, do you want to pray for God's salvation?

Helen raised her head and opened her eyes wide.

She had asked Lin Xingtao many questions, but Lin Xingtao did not answer many of them.

She was afraid of him, she knew nothing about him, but she was actually protected under the umbrella. She didn't know the purpose of the gods.

She was young but precocious and sensible. She felt that she was facing a major choice, perhaps making a choice for the fate of the entire human race.

She didn't know whether she was qualified, but she was vigilant to distinguish the smile on Lin Xingtao's mouth, which might collapse into endless mockery the next moment she made a choice. Leaving him, she felt the biting cold brought by the height and heavy rain. She was about to lose her umbrella. With the courage of gamble everything, the condensation that was completely opposite to the red light below came up. She was at a dangerous dividing line.

Lin Xingtao looked at her with a smile, pointed to the world that seemed to be paused, and said: "This is your stage, Helen, the most beautiful human in mythology, the Trojan War started because of you."

Helen was slightly startled. She knew this story because she dreamed of becoming a Broadway actor.

She knew the name Helen, except for the most famous journalist of the last century and the inspirational writer that her sister always mentioned, and the most beautiful woman in the world in ancient mythology.

This story also has one of the most famous apples in the world.

[Apple].

She trembled her pale lips and gently recited the lines she knew about ancient Greek drama:

"The golden apple is in front of you, the gods are in front of you, you will choose its master, power, wisdom and strength, or love, human beings, there is only one golden apple for the three gods, and you can only choose one of the three."

The apple in the Garden of Eden, the golden apple at the wedding, and the poisonous [apple] representing the desires of the human heart in the end of the world.

After a while, Helen said: "Mr. Satan, I... want to save the people below myself."

She made a choice.

She still remembered the middle-aged man named Tom kneeling on the ground and trembling. He could not see anything, but he prayed to the unknown so humbly.

She pursed her lips tightly and moved the umbrella, which was already shaky, away from her head.

The rain poured on her head all of a sudden, and the raindrops slid down her fluffy hair without hindrance.

Maybe it was because of Lin Xingtao's previous flying in the air with her.