First Player

Chapter 1217 Chapter 1214 · [That is the voice of you talking to me. ]

There are many religious paintings on the wall. The guards are strict, and there are knights standing guard every few steps.

Su Mingan heard the movement in the rooms on both sides. He listened through the crack of the door and instantly moved away as if he had been electrocuted.

...What kind of castle is this? Why is it in broad daylight...

He learned his lesson and only stared at the place with the clue red circle. Five minutes later, he found a hall at the end of the corridor, and the fluctuation of the space barrier came.

——The place that can be protected by the space barrier must be very critical.

He approached carefully, using his passive space perception to slowly pass through the barrier.

"Boom."

After passing through the barrier, he looked at the scene inside through the gap in the window——

...!

He opened his eyes in disbelief.

The candlelight flickered, and the red silk was rolled up.

The scarlet blood flowed like red wine, and the internal organs were like mashed rose petals.

Twelve figures in formal dresses and dance skirts sat around the dining table, sharing a body.

They were silent and dignified, as if they were at a solemn feast.

A strong smell of blood rushed towards him, and Su Mingan's face turned pale. He witnessed with his own eyes - this group of elegant sharers picked up knives and forks and put the blood and meat into their mouths.

The blood stained the white tablecloth red, and the black hair flowed on the dining table. And Su Mingan saw clearly - the person being shared, black hair, black eyes, was his original appearance. But the body did not look like his own, it was the product of a head and body forcibly spliced ​​together.

His eyes were wide open, as if he died with his eyes open.

Why is there a body with his own face here?

The candlelight flickered on the faces of the guests, flickering, and the twelve people looked solemn, as if they were on a pious pilgrimage.

The scene in front of him made him feel sick, and the half-remaining "self" was even more visually shocking. He slowly stepped back and suddenly looked at the wall - he realized that the religious murals on the walls of the castle had similar scenes.

Although they were very artistic, those paintings of fanatical worship could vaguely show his black eyes, depicted in thick brushstrokes. Most of them were scenes of people worshiping these images.

After walking a few steps, he saw busy servants who collected his bones, decorated them with roses, and placed them in a glass cabinet. And that collection room was already full of such white skeleton "artworks".

...What kind of perverted Luowasha are you.

He got goose bumps all over his body and returned to the room.

At this time, a knock on the door suddenly sounded, which made him shudder.

He adjusted his expression: "Come in."

A young man with blond hair and blue eyes pushed open the door. His slightly long sideburns were attached to his ears. He had a low ponytail, wore a moon-white robe, and had a frosted gemstone tied around his waist. When he walked in, the silver hairband behind his head fluttered slightly.

The blond youth glanced at him, as if he didn't notice that he had been out before: "Let's go, Your Highness, it's time."

Su Ming'an didn't ask any more questions and followed him.

...

The blond youth led him out of the castle, covered with a cloak, and no one stopped him along the way.

The knights followed far behind, as if they were afraid that Su Ming'an would run away.

This was the first time Su Ming'an saw a street with such a different world style. Tile-red slabs, blue and crimson intertwined buildings, and the sound of bagpipes in the air.

The cloud colony island in the sky floated leisurely, occasionally sliding over the traces of the Celestial Clan and the Dragonborn, attracting the envious eyes of the creatures on the surface.

The wolves and sheep on the street were drinking fire wine arm in arm, spitting fire while drinking. The winged bird tribe flew high into the sky with bricks, replacing the elevator with their flesh.

Half-elves and humans on the street stalls were discussing a piece of cloth:

"This must be the bath towel of the legendary Great Devil Perro! Look at the pattern and color, it is a rare item from Arthas Hell. This is the treasure smuggled out by seven or eight goblins who died in [The Thief of Heavens]③!"

"Do you think I don't know history? The Great Devil Perro was betrayed by his own son in the Battle of Eden and ran to the Twilight Realm a long time ago. How dare you sell me fake goods——"

Su Mingan walked and looked. When he was watching anime, he had dreamed of traveling to another world, but he didn't expect it to come true one day.

He opened the live broadcast room.

In an instant, the barrage bombardment in the upper right corner of the field of vision poured in, and the audience was thirsty.

[First! ]

[OMG, it's finally open! ]

[The live broadcast room has not been open just now. I thought something happened and scared me. ]

[Has Su Mingan chosen his race? I want to see the Zerg Queen, I want to see the Zerg Queen! ! (Throwing a tantrum) (Rolling on the ground) (Making a scene)]

[Hey, Ming'an... Ming'an...]

[Why do you look like a human? So ordinary?]

[The dungeon has just opened, let me make a prediction - in the previous life, the human emperor Su Ming'an died in the persecution of foreign races. In this life, he wants to change his fate! Before he died, he signed a contract with the World Tree and reincarnated as an ordinary human, carrying eight shackles and seals. The moment his seal is lifted, all living beings will tremble at his feet! Luowasha, your emperor is back!]

[No, no. It should be like this - Su Ming'an is the god who controls the dimension. He went back a thousand years ago, separated his "goodwill", and accumulated "malice" from generation to generation, making Yunshang City sublime to the sky!]

[You have become the shape of the world game (happy)]

[Ming'an has turned into white hair (sad)]

[This world must be ten thousand years after Praya. If not, I will eat Dafen live.]

…

Su Mingan stared at the bullet screen for a while.

It was nothing, mainly because the PTSD left over from the old world was too severe. He was wondering if it was something like a god typing on the keyboard. However, the routine of the world game is generally not played a second time, this should be a real bullet screen.

"—— Excuse me, excuse me!"

On the street, a three-meter-tall giant ragdoll cat rode away, and a bunch of monkeys sat on it. The monkeys surrounded a 1.8-meter-tall banana.

...Wait, a big banana?

Su Mingan immediately looked up and could only see the ragdoll cat's shaking tail.

At this time, the blond young man introduced him: "That is the banana tribe living in the Preservation Forest, a race protected by the harvest angel Candice. Hongta is a large multi-ethnic country, and this banana tribe should be here for tourism."

He put his hand on his chin, and interest flashed in his blue eyes: "However, since a group of monkeys have been eyeing them, once they leave the capital, the group of monkeys will probably take action."

"... Take action?" Su Mingan repeated.

The young man smiled and said, "That's more than just robbery, it's... a deeper harm."

Eat it?

Su Mingan suddenly realized that even the food he just saw included blue phoenix marrow and hell beef. They should all be intelligent creatures, no different from humans, but they were slaughtered and served on the table.

Colorful races also mean the existence of a distinct food chain.

"No one will care." The young man seemed to see his thoughts: "Look, even if most people on the street saw it, no one would remind the banana. The inexperienced banana can only pay a painful price for its credulity. Even if it disappears, no one cares about a banana."

"Some races are born to be eaten, but some are swallowed in one bite, and some are eaten slowly throughout their lives. From birth to old age, they are on the road to being eaten."

"Have you heard of the lettuce tribe? Most of them are raised in the backyards of higher races and work all their lives. When they grow a little, they cut off a little to eat. Anyway, the lettuce will grow back, so it doesn't matter how you peel it alive. As long as you keep enough lettuce seeds, there will be a steady supply of lettuce to eat."

"And no matter how much the lettuce grows, it is still lettuce. It can't mutate into peppers or carnivorous plants, so they can never escape this shackles and can only be food forever."

Su Mingan frowned. He knew that every world has deep-rooted diseases, and Luo Vasha's disease is just not as obvious as the old world. But it is difficult to cure.

This disease does not originate from the characteristics of each world, but is called "people". As long as there are living things, this universal disease will never disappear.

"So..."

When he reached the corner of the street, the blond young man pressed the brim of his hat and hid his face lower.

"At any time, don't trust others."

"You don't know whether they are 'monkeys' or 'bananas'. You don't know if they will hurt you behind your back."

"The Tian Clan, who seem to be compassionate, especially likes to eat jellyfish in the sea, and their compassionate faces will also reveal bloody fangs. Many races rely on eating to become stronger, and humans are at the bottom of the food chain."

... Too dangerous.

Su Mingan looked at the magnificent sun and moon sky again, but he no longer felt beautiful. Those excited players, it is estimated that many have paid a painful price.

The young man looked at his expression and smiled: "It seems that you are indeed a jellyfish who has not experienced much in the world."

Su Mingan pointed at himself: "Jellyfish?"

The young man nodded: "Jellyfish are more likely to be eaten than humans and are at the bottom of the food chain. So you'd better hide this identity."

Su Mingan was thoughtful.

He did not see the flash of scarlet in the blond young man's eyes.

...

[After Lu Shu woke up, he found himself in a gorgeous palace, with scarlet sheets covered with petals, and the air was filled with the intoxicating smell of red wine. ]

[He is a vampire marquis. ]

[The vampires live on the remote Crescent Island, but most of them will mingle among the crowd. Although there will be vampire hunters to check and balance, the vampires can always hunt innocent people. ]

[At this time, the vampires held a meeting and Lu Shu participated. ]

...

Lu Shu frowned and looked at his own story.

...It didn't seem to be a very interesting story.

The candlelight burned on the long table, and more than 30 vampires sat at the table, their faces covered by black mist. Even in front of their own kind, the blood race will not easily reveal their faces.

"According to the prophecy of the great Lord of the Abyss, Restori, the [Rin Clan] will revive in the near future." A black shadow said.

Lu Shu had heard of the Lord of the Abyss, Restori, who was a third-level god believed in by the blood race, ruling the Sea of ​​Desire, the Twilight Realm, and the Crescent Island. Although he did not understand what these words meant at all, it was enough to know that this god was very powerful.

"[Rin Clan]? A new word." Another black shadow spoke, and it was the voice of a child.

"That was a race of gods from a long time ago, even higher than the dragon race, angels, and demons." An old voice said: "Today's [Temple] forces are spread across the five planes - they believe in the supreme god, the Lord of Falsehood, Tosorius. They believe that the World Tree is the incarnation of the Lord of Falsehood in the human world, and the [Rin Clan] is a race of gods created by the Lord of Falsehood himself."

"Whenever Luowasha faces a crisis, the World Tree will differentiate into the [Rin Clan] to save the world from danger."

"The [Rin] have the blood of God in their bodies. They have saved Luowasha many times and have the 'destiny' to save the world, just like the children of the Lord of Falsehood."

The child's voice laughed: "Such a powerful race of God, why did it disappear?"

The old voice said: "One theory is that the [Rin] will only give birth to three people each time, three lives, and the World Tree will take them back every time the crisis is over. Another theory is that... the [Rin] is too fragrant, and once the world crisis is over, people will cross the river and destroy the bridge..."

The table was silent.

The child-like voice said excitedly: "So it can be eaten."

Their first reaction was not resentment, but to think about whether they could also get involved.

"There is another theory." The rose alien beside Lu Shu-Modesti spoke. This Eternal Night Rose was dripping with blood, and the red skirt was flowing with blood: "It was the [Temple] who killed their son of God. They don't want to see anyone oppressing them. Faith is just a tool, and power is eternal."

"Interesting statement." The female voice said: "When the crisis comes, they believe wholeheartedly. After the crisis is over, they immediately open their bloody mouths... It is quite in line with the hearts of Luowasha."

"The disaster is over, who needs God."

"[Game Day] is coming, and the world crisis will start again, so the world tree will give birth to a new generation of [Rin Clan] Sanshengzi?"

"I'm afraid it will be in these few days. I heard that about 500 million ghosts from other worlds have come to our plane. They are probably summoned by the Lord of Illusion to help Luowasha survive the crisis."

"As long as we swallow the [Rin Clan], won't we be the new race of God?"

"Many races think so. There are already thousands of races around the major roots of the world tree."

Lü Shu listened anxiously.

He knew with his eyes closed that Su Mingan must be of this race. It seemed that Su Mingan was still buried under the tree.

No, he had to dig him out.

When the blood clan members discussed who would wait for the rabbit, Lu Shu raised his hand.

"I'll go."

At this time, he suddenly heard the system prompt:

...

"Ding Dong!"

[Your story line has interacted with "Su Mingan". ]

[The "Inspiration Fusion" module is open. ]

[When your story lines have interacted, you can share inspiration and form a "multi-line narrative" story. ]

...

"Ding Dong!"

[You get the drama memory lens·"Act 1·Liu Jin first came to Hongta Country, the blood clan discussed the game day\