First Player

Chapter 5HE·Eternal Sleep (Part 1)

There are no players in the sky anymore, they are running towards the edge of the dome with all their strength.

No one can stop Sibor anymore.

She raised her arms and sang loudly, like a galloping horse on the grassland, like a goshawk flying through the forest. She sang loudly, the bright red lines on her body twisted and spread, and her tentacles extended like her limbs.

In the turbid world, her flowing white hair is the only bright color.

Through the layers of darkness and sticky substances, Su Ming'an, whose thinking was sluggish, could vaguely see through the blood mist in her field of vision and see the deep sadness in her eyes.

"Qian, Bo, Er." He called out, his voice broken.

[Black lamb, jump quickly~]

She sang passionately, her song floating on the spreading tentacles, and it was particularly loud in a land full of wails and calls for help.

"...Xian, Bo, Er." He called out again.

She turned back, as if a little surprised that he was still conscious, but he was still singing.

[Black crow, fly quickly~]

Su Ming'an stepped forward and grabbed her collar. Her lower body was connected to the tentacles. When he dragged her up, the tentacles wrapped around her as if they were irritated.

They quickly wrapped around his wrists, forearms, and shoulders, spontaneously strangling his body and preventing him from touching Sibor.

But Siboer just reached out and patted them, and they shrank back like obedient children.

"You're actually still conscious." She looked at him.

"...Why, what?" Su Mingan said.

He was pointing out why Siboer insisted on alienating him.

"It's very simple." She said: "Because, I want to purify the sky... and you definitely can't accept the ending of such a group destruction, right? In that case, why not let you get in my way."

"...Flowers," he said.

"What?" Siboer didn't hear clearly.

"Curse...fire." His mental state began to get worse and worse, and it became difficult to even speak.

Even though he had all kinds of words to convince Siboer, at this moment he didn't have the energy to speak, couldn't say a complete sentence, and couldn't talk about anything.

He tightened the blade in his hand, and a large amount of blood spilled out from his palm again. The pain made his eyes clear for a moment.

He repeated simple words.

"See... flowers blooming," he said.

She clearly said that she wanted to wait for him to appear in the future and see the flowers bloom with him.

But now that he came as promised, she didn't trust him at all.

All the support in the past, the help in the sea of ​​fire, and the lullaby seemed to have never existed. In her heart, only the word "purification" was left.

Listening to his words, she reached out her hand.

He snatched the blade from his hand.

The bloody blade lay in her hand, and she glanced at his bloody palm.

"You really don't regard yourself as a human being. Doesn't it hurt?" She threw her hand away and threw the blade far away.

The blade gleamed and fell into the mud, never to be seen again.

"...the big sea." He said.

"Shut up." She said, "I don't want to see it."

She pulled up his collar and stared at him with her wolf-like eyes.

Under the hot wind of the sky, their eyes were suddenly locked by the wind, and she saw the clarity in his eyes.

"You, the number one adventurer, the strongest adventurer, why don't you have a sweet dream?" She said: "The ending is very despairing. You know that no matter how hard you try, it's useless. Why can't you face it?" fact?"

As she spoke, her tone became more and more intense. Even though she was just staring into his eyes, she seemed to be talking to many people.

"——Why, why do you always want to stop me? Why do you always want to kill me? I obviously, I obviously only do it for you, for your future..."

"So painful - so much pain! I've been through it all, I've arranged everything! Why, why do you have to go against me, insist, pursue your so-called freedom -"

She shouted loudly, watching his eyes gradually become distracted, she loosened her grip and let go of him.

He lay on the tentacles, his nails digging into his scarred palms.

The white-haired Xiboer who stared at him became stranger than ever in his eyes. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have never understood her deeply.

Her pain and struggle seemed superficial in his understanding. Until now, he still couldn't understand the reason why she was in so much pain.

...She is the only heretic in the sky who carries the heaviest secret.

Is it this identity that gives her such a strong sense of guilt and self-destruction?

He dragged his heavy legs over the uneven tentacles. He held her shoulders, and the blood on his palms dyed her red robe even redder.

"Xian, uncle, you."

He called her name.

"No, I can accept my fate."

Never accept your fate at any time.

Even if you are desperate and have no chance, you can never accept the so-called ending.

Life is in your own hands, as long as you have one breath left,

...They deserve to fight for their future again.

In the usual copy of the world, there is no shortage of people who can create miracles in desperate situations. He does not believe that such an extraordinary woman would just accept her fate.

[Black python, crawl quickly~]

Instead, she just kept singing at the top of her lungs.

White hair floated in front of his eyes, and her singing voice was clear and bright.

However, this nursery rhyme with a weird melody was even more weird when she sang it, like a cold wind blowing across the neck, making people shiver.

Her singing voice no longer contained the spirituality and longing that filled it when she sang lullabies. Some are just panic, desolation and despair.

Like a song blown across the dry desert,

There are no flowers in the desert.

[Black lamb~jump quickly. 】

[Black crow, fly quickly. 】

[Black python! Climb quickly. 】

However, when she sang "Black Python", her voice suddenly choked.

It was like tears bursting out of a bank in an instant, and she suddenly began to cry loudly. Her hands covered with blood stains covered her mouth, as if her strength had been relieved for a moment.

Before, no matter how desperate, helpless, cursed or reviled she was, she never shed tears.

But at this moment, her emotions seemed to suddenly burst and overflowed.

She originally thought that there would be no other companions on this journey.

But now, through her watery eyes, she saw——

A familiar figure was holding a black knife in his hand, flowing through the black river flowing with mud and tentacles.

Wearing a cross-collared sacrificial robe, he struggled to cross the river. The tentacles attacked him, but they were all cut away by the dark energy in his hand.

He walked through the darkness and mud, as if through a whole hell and death.

In the boundless silence and pollution, he walked straight towards this direction without stopping at all.

The people were running away in a hurry, avoiding her like the god of plague.

——And he is going against it.

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[Jiushen Line·HE Ending (Eternal Sleep), Progress: 80%]

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