First Player

Chapter 7·【I just want a friend. 】

Under the thick dark clouds, the city-state collapsed like a deep sea. Thunder flashed between the clouds, illuminating the blood rain on people's faces.

The church standing in the night was covered with robot remains. The fragmented corpses of soldiers were floating everywhere, and blood pools formed. Players guard the church and repel waves of robot attacks.

This is the first time since the beginning of the ninth world that players are so united - they have a commander they must protect.

"——I can't hold it anymore! These robots are really like mad dogs!"

"We can't retreat! Protect the church! If Su Mingan dies, we won't be able to resist him at all, and Kaiusta will be finished!"

"Xiao Qi! Learn my moves!"

Among the crowd, a white-haired veteran turned his palms out. His palms fluttered, seeming to cause an invisible storm. The incoming bullet seemed to have encountered an air vortex and bounced back with his movements.

This is a major branch of the player's melee profession - [Qigong Master]. This profession's signature skill [Spiral Power] can suppress most physical damage.

Not all players have unique hidden professions, most players have overlapping professions. Someone in the World Forum compiled a career system, which is roughly divided into five major systems - melee combat, long-range attack, spirit, summoning, and aura.

According to rough statistics, the profession with the largest number of players is "Fire Mage", with the total number of players holding this profession exceeding half a million. In this case, it is understandable that Ani is so persistent in the "Second Truth of Fire". After all, he is the strongest among the five hundred thousand fire magicians.

"Moonlight Blessing!"

Among the players, a woman dressed like the Greek Moon Goddess raised her hands high and put a defensive shield on people.

"Come on! Xiaolin!"

The young man wearing a peaked cap shouted loudly, and his cat-shaped octopus summoned beast tore apart the body of the mechanical army.

Higurashi who slashed with the black sword, Fang Yuan who used the electromagnetic stance, the healing player Anjima Funko, the violent close combat type ball... These colorful light waves, energy, and flames seemed to have caused a large-scale rain Light rain.

The church glowed with a warm yellow light, but people were not in a good mood. They could vaguely see the blood-red eyes in the sky, which seemed to be getting closer and closer.

"Don't look at those eyes in the sky!" someone shouted.

"Does its appearance mean that [Taiwan] has finally broken through the firewall and can intervene in the world? Then it is impossible for humans to survive!"

"calm down!"

The player Angelica lowered her staff, and green vines spread, stopping the noisy players.

"boom--!"

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the distance.

A body like a huge mountain appeared at the end of the street.

Angelica knew that giant mountain - it was the City of God's great killer that appeared during the War of Dawn, a heavy robot with a combat power of over 3,000 points.

If you look down from a high altitude, you can see that the church has been filled with countless black rivers. Since the soldiers have lost their means of communication, the church is like an isolated island.

"Who can find a way out..." A girl with a ponytail looked at this scene with a trembling voice.

"Even if Su Ming'an wakes up, it won't work. His condition must be extremely bad..."

During the heavy rain, strong winds whipped up a black storm mixed with metal fragments, swallowing up the streets, houses, and street lights in their eyes.

Small.

For a moment, the only concept left in the players' minds was insignificance.

They once thought that as long as they, the fourth natural disaster, gathered together, they would be able to suppress all chaos. But they didn't expect that the chaos was themselves.

"Cough...cough!"

Rimu Sheng slashed with his sword, and even his face was covered with traces of smoke and fire.

He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his arm was numb from swinging the knife, which reminded him of the Kraken siege in Praia.

Just then - he heard a crisp "click" sound.

His eyes moved slightly.

A touch of warm yellow light suddenly spilled out and fell on the players' feet, thighs, backs, and shoulders. Finally, it smoothly went up and sprinkled on their hair.

The church door was pushed open.

The warm yellow light in the hall spilled out through the gap. At the door of the church, the black-haired young man opened the door that had been closed for a long time. In the light, the sapphires on his shoulders shone slightly, the cloak behind him was as red as blood, and the shadows under his feet were stretched by the light.

The players fell silent for a moment.

The crowd seemed to have been pressed on a still button. There is only the sound of footsteps "ta, da, da".

"Su Mingan!!!"

Suddenly, a girl with a ponytail took the lead and shouted loudly, her face turned red.

"Su Mingan!"

"Su Mingan!"

After her, like waves, calls sounded one after another, followed by hundreds of voices, people calling the name one after another. Mixed with all the positive emotions such as joy, expectation, and excitement, it seemed like they were shouting some holy sound in unison.

Higurashi suddenly had a bad feeling.

These people... are simply like a group of fanatical believers who saw their "gods" coming out of the church.

Su Mingan's expression did not change. He walked straight towards the heavy machine. The players immediately stopped the chaos and spontaneously made way for him.

Like Moses parting the sea, Su Mingan stepped across this long line and walked to the front of the crowd. Everyone looked at him excitedly.

"Su Ming'an, I love you!!!" Many people shouted excitedly.

"I'm on TV! Yay! It's a great night, even though we've never met."

"Su Ming'an! Wife! Wife! What the fuck!!"

Su Mingan ignored these noisy sounds.

Facing the approaching heavy robot, he raised his head.

The players looked at him expectantly. They thought that Su Mingan would start with Judgment, and then the space would shake. This is the routine of "First Player Su Ming'an", and they have long been familiar with it.

But even though the heavy robot was very close, Su Mingan showed no sign of raising his hand to judge.

He just took a few steps closer and said a few syllables:

"Chey, Hasay, Boo."

For a moment.

The heavy weapon that was approaching like a huge mountain - stopped.

As if the sleep button had been pressed, the red energy in its eyes instantly went out. Players never imagined that Su Mingan actually knew how to shut down these heavy robots.

"Is this the advantage of Asa Akto's innate identity? He knows the password to turn off the robot without having to fight." Someone said sourly.

"He is the number one player after all."

"I'm envious..." someone said with emotion.

Su Mingan still ignored them.

At this moment, Noel, Yamada Machichi and others chased him out of the church, calling his name anxiously.

Su Mingan did not look back.

His figure flashed and quickly stepped into the dark rain.

There was almost nothing in those dark gray eyes.

…

Between heavy rains.

On the other side of the city, a white-haired young man sat on a bench, looking at the rolling night sky.

He was soaked by the rain, and even the bandage on his lower abdomen was bleeding. His whole figure looked like a pale oil painting. Only a bright red butterfly rested on his frostbitten fingertips.

Passers-by who were fleeing saw him and immediately hurried away for fear of encountering a lunatic.

"Why does that person look so much like Lin Guang..."

"No way, it's been more than twenty years..."

The rain knocked down the ginkgo leaves, fell on the shoulders of the white-haired young man, and slid down along the cold wind, like the sudden warm colors in a stack of oil paintings. He was motionless, like a pale stone sculpture.

At this moment, an umbrella hit him on the head.

He raised his head and saw a little girl standing on tiptoes holding an umbrella for him. The girl must be a resident of the inner city. Her cotton-padded jacket is very delicate and her cheeks are rosy.

"Little brother, who are you? Why are you sitting here alone?" The girl's big eyes blinked.

"Get lost." Lin Guang cursed as soon as he opened his mouth.

The girl said a little aggrievedly: "But if you are alone in the rain, you will get sick. I heard that there is a war in the city and it is very dangerous here."

She felt that the thin young man in front of her didn't look like a soldier. His face was so bad that he looked like an ordinary person.

Lin Guang didn't speak, just stared at the girl, his eyes filled with uncontrollable cumulus and murderous intent.

"Do you want to go home with me?" the girl said, "There is no one in my family now. My mother is gone and my father is gone too. But I have a lot of medicine at home. I can cure you."

Lin Guang felt impatient. He wanted to knock over the umbrella in the girl's hand, but he bumped into the backpack beside him. In an instant, the scattered music scores and paints inside were scattered all over the floor. He immediately went to pick it up, but luckily he caught it before it got wet.

"You like painting? I like it too!" Seeing this, the girl suddenly beamed: "I have a batch of paints at home, can you paint for me? My parents have never allowed me to make friends, and now they are missing on the battlefield. , I want to make a friend!”

Lin Guang's expression finally changed.

"Take me there," he said.

"Okay! I'll take you there!" The girl jumped forward. She finally made a new friend today.

They walked around the area where there was fighting and came to a small civilian house. The girl asked him to wait at the door. She went to get paint and slippers, and Lin Guang waited at the door according to her words.

According to the girl, she had the last batch of paints from the city-state. If her mother hadn't liked painting before, she wouldn't have even had this last batch of paints.

Lin Guang began to formulate ideas. He wanted to recreate the paintings he had painted before. If he had paint...

A warm smile appeared on his face.

"Little brother! I found the paint! I'll look for the slippers later..." A girl's voice came from inside the house.

Lin Guang nodded, and suddenly heard a rich male voice from behind:

"——Yes! That's him! I saw him on the park bench before! That's Lin Guang!"

"Kill him! Kill him! If we kill him, Su Mingan will be very happy!!"

For a moment.

The artillery fire fell on top of his head and exploded suddenly, spitting out fire!

Lin Guang blocked the fire around him, but saw the residential house in front of him falling apart in the fire.

Three seconds later, he rushed into the resident's house, only to see a blackened calf hanging between the burning umbrella cloth. The brightness in the girl's eyes faded, and her face was full of confusion.

"Little brother..."

Blood gushed out of her mouth:

"Why……"

"I just...want a...friend."

She died before she could finish speaking.

Lin Guang stared at this scene blankly. He saw that the last batch of paint on the ground was also destroyed in the fire.

There won't even be a chance of recurrence.

He never painted again.

"..."

He slowly turned back and looked at a group of heavily armed players.

"We seem to have killed an NPC girl?" A player scratched his head.

"What does it matter? It's just an NPC! Lin Guang is not dead yet, kill him!" Another player who believed in his own strength activated his skills again.

Lin Guang stood there, a large amount of blood oozing from his lower abdomen, and his eyes became vacant.

When he reached out and summoned a large amount of source light to counterattack.

There was also nothing in his pupils.