First Player

13th World Burn My Color (7). "

Eleven fifty.

A young man with blue hair stood on the ice field.

He has three pairs of wings like fins, long blue hair flying, his face is covered with sapphire-like scales, and he holds a pool of bloody meat in his arms.

In front of him was an underground shelter, with iron stairs leading to the ground.

In order to prepare for the apocalypse, the people of Rovasha built underground shelters in many places. But this is just psychological comfort. Even if you hide thousands of meters underground, you won't be able to survive the red sun.

The reason why Lu is alive is because he luckily picked up the godhead of Ocean Angel Nagasha, which has a certain degree of resistance.

After swallowing Nagasha's godhead, the rejection reaction was not as strong as Lu Shu's. But he felt that his emotions were becoming more violent, and Nagasha's bewitching voice was always with him in his brain.

After picking up the body of Demon Line Su Ming'an who fell from the building, he held the remaining flesh and blood in his arms and waited for Su Ming'an to "grow" out, just like he did in the sea before.

But for some reason, Su Mingan never "grew" this time.

"Swish, swish." He stepped on the snow, his nails digging deeply into his flesh.

Along the way, he saw no survivors. There were only piles of frozen ashes on the streets, as if the entire civilization had been turned into solidified statues. Whether it was the arrogant Dragon Clan or the humble and cowardly Leek Clan, it was the same at this moment.

He tried to find survivors and searched thousands of shelters... but no one answered his call.

In front of him, this is the 1012th shelter he has found.

Walking down the iron stairs, he saw an iron door. The iron door was already rotten, and the cold wind flowed in endlessly.

Opening the door, there were three humanoid figures sitting huddled together in the room. The two larger figures were protecting the smaller figure.

Their bones have been burned, and only the embrace of each other can be vaguely seen. The frost froze their bones that were about to melt until the last moment.

Red Sun rarely destroys items, so he kept most of the items around the skeletons, such as bear bracelets, silver rings, children's paintings... they were all left with the three skeletons.

Lu knelt down and picked up the painting where the brush strokes could still be seen clearly. The painting was of a little girl standing between her parents. The little girl was holding a quill in her hand. The red sun at the top of the painting is heavily crossed.

Next to it is a line of small words written in crooked Rawasha language: [I want to be the most powerful creator, I want to be Sique Oriweis! Immediately, I am going to wipe out the red sun! Parents, don’t be afraid! We will be safe if we hide hereヽ]

"..." Lu rubbed the paper with his withered and purple fingers.

There is something clamoring in my heart.

Without disturbing the three skeletons nestled together, he turned and left.

This was not the first time he had seen such a situation. It can even be said that he saw a lot along the way.

There are skeletons of wolves and sheep, which have not eaten each other and are cuddling together, as if they have broken through the limits of the food chain. There are also skeletons of tigers and deers holding hands and waiting calmly until the last moment. There were many large skeletons, stacked one on top of another, almost making it airtight. When I found the gap, I found a young skeleton sitting inside...

Gao Wei is ruthless and the gods are indifferent. From the perspective of the universe, the world always seems small.

The quill pen of Squeez Olivis is so macroscopic. With one stroke, everything blooms, and the whole world is a gummy that can be copied.

But when he walked among the crowd and saw people's last moments with his own eyes, he realized what a huge and profound apocalypse this was.

At 11:52, Lu found another shelter.

But singing came from this shelter.

——Is there anyone still alive and singing together?

How is this possible?

Except for a few insiders such as Su Ming'an and Si Que, most people don't know that the world will be reset. They think this is the end of the world, and when the polar night reaches twelve o'clock, all the survivors will be frozen to death. Even Lu himself thought so. He felt that he only had a few minutes left in his life.

But, there are actually people who sing in the face of destruction?

The song became louder and louder, floating along the cold wind:

"Wingless bird, bird,

"What are your wings?

"Which paradise are you flying to again?

“Then where was heaven made?

“Suffering, tragedy—or glorious death?

"I sing about tragedy and death, I write down sorrow in my own hand,

"Waiting for the glory of fate, or the delusion of that moment.

"One should only create things without giving attention to them...

"You should only give it a soul, but don't have to sympathize with its demise...

"We should only wait for its ultimate glory to be displayed, and there is no need to pity the demise of its life...

"Wingless bird, bird,

"What are your wings?

"Which paradise are you flying to again?

"Then will heaven be,

"What the library looks like..."

…

The road went in.

He originally thought he would see a group of pampered advanced races, or priests with lofty beliefs.

—but all he saw was a group of men and women dressed in rags.

Their hair is messy, their faces are sallow, their muscles are thin, and their lips are blue. They belong to different races.

In the face of destruction, racial barriers seem insignificant.

As for the reason why they are alive - it is a girl with white hair and red eyes. She sat in the middle of the crowd, holding a small sun in her hand. The heat of the small sun protected people. Once she stops, these people will freeze to death instantly.

Hearing the footsteps, the girl looked at him: "Sit down and wait for the last nine minutes together."

"Qins?" Lu asked in surprise: "Are you still alive? How can you protect these people?"

Qins is just a wet nurse, how can she protect so many people?

I heard the system prompt "Teammate Jeans died". But Qins appears here alive. What is her true identity?

Qins said lightly: "You will forget everything in eight minutes anyway, so what's the point of knowing this? Why not share the food in your arms with everyone."

Lu hugged the meat in his arms tightly and shook his head.

At this time, Qins seemed to feel something, and suddenly looked towards the north pole through the thick wall.

"..." Her red eyes flashed solemnly.

At this moment, a premonition flashed through Lu's heart, but he didn't know what it meant. He just felt that something was passing by.

A beautiful aurora flashed across the sky, and thousands of stars shone brightly.

"Qins, what are you looking at?" Lu asked.

"Looking at a little greedy cat." Jeans said.

"Little Greedy Cat?" Lu couldn't understand.

At this time, several players in the group screamed: "Su Mingan's life reflex is gone! Damn it! What happened!!"

"What?" Lu walked over immediately.

A middle-aged male player stood up and took out a compass: "This is a tracking item that can record a player's life status. I took a look at Su Mingan from a distance before and bound him. His life response was still on just now. Although it was very faint, it suddenly dimmed!"

Lu stood up suddenly and looked towards the north. His intuition told him that he should go there.

"You can't go." Qins said: "Your body has reached its limit. If you go out and take a few steps, you will collapse."

"Go there too." Lu spread his wings. No matter which one is Su Ming'an, he can't just sit idly by.

But as soon as he reached the ground, he felt as if his whole body was frozen, and a sense of death came. In the last few minutes, the extreme cold had reached this point, making it difficult to walk.

Lu could only go back underground and look at Qins.

"Who the hell are you!?" Lu asked.

"Go back and memorize the names of the twenty-seven gods of Lovasha." Qins shook his head and pushed him into a room with his palm: "Have a good rest and stop running around."

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut, and Lu immediately kicked the door, but the surface of the door was covered with a layer of red-gold light, and he could not kick it open.

"...Don't waste your efforts. She is imprisoned and you will never be able to open her with your strength. Just be like me and wait peacefully until the end of twelve o'clock." A voice came from behind.

Lu turned around and saw a purple-haired young man sitting quietly on a chair, wearing a silver mask, revealing a pair of golden eyes, and wearing a black military uniform with golden tassels, leaning lazily against a statue of the God of Inspiration.

"Purple hair and golden eyes, are you... Sique Olivers?" Lu said in surprise.

"Do you only recognize people by their hair color and eye color? As long as their hair color and eyes are the same, do they have to look the same?" The World Master tapped his knuckles on the table and said impatiently: "I am the World Master, Wenjun."

"It turns out to be World Master. I have heard a little bit about your evil reputation." Lu said.

"How about being vicious? So what if your reputation spreads across the continent? You can't just huddle in this small room and wait for everything to end." The World Master shrugged.

Lu was anxious, but couldn't go out, so he could only look at the clock on the wall.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, tick tock.

Time has not stopped, it is still passing downwards.

The singing outside the door became louder and louder, ordinary lives singing to death.

"puff."

At this time, Lu heard a sound of piercing flesh and blood, and he immediately looked at the World Master with vigilance.

I saw the World Master stretching out his right hand, inserting it into his own chest, peeling away the flesh, revealing his thumping heart, holding a quill pen, and writing on the heart.

Lu was shocked: "What are you doing?"

The World Master ignored it, blood flowed along his skin, but he didn't care at all. After a while, he stopped writing, his eyes showing satisfaction.

He is one of the few people who knows about reset. This is a method that he has researched over a long period of time to preserve some memories - soul tracing. He seemed to be writing on his heart, but in fact he was writing on his soul, and he only wrote a few keywords. Every time he resets, these keywords will leave a certain amount of ink in his soul. As long as the number of resets is enough and the quantitative changes become qualitative changes, he can understand from the keywords and awaken certain memories.

At this time, the World Master looked towards the road and suddenly asked:

"...Poseidon, if you were given a chance to live your life again, what kind of person would you like to be?"

Lu didn't understand why the world master suddenly asked such a philosophical question. He thought about it and told the truth: "Maybe... I will stay away from the first gun I picked up when I was four years old. What about you? Don't try to change it. Change it?”

"If I had to do it over again." The World Master looked at the ink on his heart. Most of the keywords were [cold, ruler, person in power, decisive killing, disgusting substitutes, grassroots counterattack]: "I will still be a A cruel person, a master whose evil reputation spread throughout Lovasa."

Only with a weapon in your hand can you live well.

This is the law of survival that he learned from the bottom of Luowasha. So every time he engraved a keyword for himself, he never left this "personality".

Now, even he himself can't tell whether this "personality" comes from his true appearance in countless resets, or whether these "personalities" written by himself have reshaped him?

"Didn't you try to change it?" Lu seemed to understand something: "For example, help us next time. Or, no longer be the Lord of the World, but Wenjun."

The Lord of the World sneered: "No need. Weakness will only lead to the destruction of people."

But seeing the piece of meat in Lu's arms, the Lord of the World's eyes darkened, and he filled in a few words in the key words of his heart:

[Follow Su Mingan].

This is a topic worth investing in. Perhaps, it can help him change something. But he vaguely felt that this would be an extremely dangerous keyword.

But it doesn't matter. He just feels... very interesting.

They sat quietly in the room, the second hand ticking.

Eleven fifty-eight.

Time still didn't stop.

…

“Tick, tick, tick.”

The inorganic god came to the World Tree.

The World Tree swayed its crystal-colored branches and leaves, and the top of the tree was covered with green leaves, with thousands of branches and leaves hanging down. Even in the doomsday, the World Tree was still full of vitality.

The messy bloodstains were scattered around, some left by Su Lin, some left by Siber, and some left by Su Mingan...

The inorganic god looked at the World Tree, and his body made a "clicking" sound. The mechanical liquid around him condensed into a giant cannon. He aimed at the bark and fired a shot!

“Boom——!!”

The colorful black rushed out of the muzzle, mixed with the flickering fire, blasting the bark and revealing the scene inside.

The sword marks inside the tree were intertwined and scorched everywhere. It was obvious that a great battle had taken place, and there were almost no intact branches and leaves left.

But at this time, the battle was over. A broken golden sword fell to the ground, and a few pieces of blood-stained robe fragments fluttered in the wind. The body of the dragon was bleeding all over the ground.

The Inorganic God walked in slowly.

Seeing the outsider enter, the branches and leaves of the World Tree rushed over instantly, trying to resist the approach of the Inorganic God, but were blasted away by the Inorganic God with a palm.

The Inorganic God walked straight to the center of the World Tree, and several huge cannons appeared on his body with a "click". He said coldly:

"World Tree, hand over the source of the world-from now on, Luowasha is under my control."

The World Tree trembled, obviously unwilling.

Just when the Inorganic God was about to take action, the boss rabbit pushed aside the branches and leaves and came over.

"Chew, chew, chew..."

It chewed a golden eyeball and ate it with relish.