First Player

Chapter · "Please don't leave and never come back." (Thanks to the leader of "Will Fendai be a kind-hearted puppet master?"

He was not captured and burned at the stake.

When the Holy Alliance Army kicked open his door, he finished humming the song and said with a smile: "You are finally here, but the special medicine is no longer in my hands."

Then he picked up the silver revolver in the drawer, pointed it at his temple, and banged it.

The blood red of the setting sun is the same color as the blood flowing out. The stars in the universe are twinkling, and a meteor is falling towards another vast universe.

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"——Feng'er, Feng'er, please don't go and never come back, please don't go and never come back."

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【No.3 link the fire(火狐者)·Jiayu Yang】

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Yang Jiayu is a Dragon City soldier.

Life is very simple, apart from the feelings of family and country, it is his wife and children.

On this day, he came back from duty and wanted to make a cup of hot wolfberry tea. Suddenly he saw a flash of teleportation light in the air, and a glass bottle fell into his palm.

In an instant, a large amount of memories flooded into Yang Jiayu's brain. He gained all the memories of both Tina and Ruth.

Yang Jiayu hesitated for a long time.

"I have a family, a wife, children, and an 80-year-old mother. If I hide human history secretly, my whole family will be implicated." Yang Jiayu murmured.

Looking at the mountain pass and the white snow, he tightened his grip on the glass bottle in his hand.

——But he was unwilling to dedicate this glass bottle to the gods and end human history.

He thought of the ending of Tina and Ruth - they were just two ordinary people, but they could immediately decide to bear everything. They were once extremely ordinary in life, but they could burn brightly and burst out with extremely strong light at the last moment of their lives.

What a great dedication.

Yang Jiayu sat in front of the thermos cup for a long time, looking at the white snow outside the pass. The warm steam floated over his wrinkled face. He looked at the military uniform hanging at the door, at the stars on his shoulders, and then put his finger on the photo on the table, groping for his wife's face in the photo.

The long road through Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning.

He didn't know how long this kind of fire transmission would last and how many people it would span - the gods would constantly send holy allies to capture the holders of the special potion. The hot fire is already in his hands, and it can only be passed on to the next person in a safer situation in time.

"Squad leader, if you are still alive, you will definitely pat me on the shoulder and tell me: Don't be afraid, young man, you are the defender of human history, don't be afraid."

Yang Jiayu touched the yellowed old photos in the drawer and smiled slightly on his old face. He thought of the past years in the army, when they would sit around the big pot and talk about when the snow would stop, when they could go home, and when late spring would come.

The snow will stop.

As long as someone works hard for it, wants to see the sun shining from between the clouds.

As long as the fire can reach the hands of a human being that even the gods cannot kill.

Only then will this never-ending passing of fire come to an end. Human history can finally be preserved.

——Does such a person exist in this world?

Yang Jiayu didn't know, but he felt that he should pass on this fire.

He placed his wife and children in a safe place. He took the glass bottle with him and prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, the Holy Alliance Army has already surrounded this place. Their expressions were solemn and solemn, and they wanted to execute him.

Yang Jiayu smiled bitterly in the face of the blazing flames.

"God, you are indeed paying close attention to this world." He said to himself: "You know the trends of every human being, but why are you indifferent to the suffering in this world?"

He fumbled for the old photos in his arms, used the teleportation talisman, and teleported the glass bottle away. Facing the blazing flames, he closed his eyes and opened his arms, as if he was embracing the entire green mountain.

On this day, the flames burned endlessly in the north of Longcheng, almost dyeing the sky red. The Yang family's daughter-in-law was waiting on the other side of the city, never to return to her simple and hardworking husband.

The thermos cup with wolfberry soaked in it still stayed on the table, and no one closed its lid anymore. The heat was suffused, and the interior of the border area was silent.

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A drop of water can resist a big river.

——Who can say whether this is bravery or blindness, who can say whether this is heroism or stupidity?

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[No.4 link the fire (Fire Carrier)·Wycliffe (Wycliffe)]

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Wyclef was an old priest. He had prostrated solemnly at ceremonies and listened to the oracles of the gods.

However, when the glass bottle arrived in his hands, he sat in his room all night and decided to violate his faith for once in his life - to pass it on.

At least, he is not the end here yet. He is not a person who can fight against the gods. This glass bottle cannot be left here with him.

He had seen children being brutally killed for breaking into temples, he had seen priests massacring innocent residents, and he wanted to fight once.

However, he was arrested as soon as he left the church.

Finally, he threw the glass bottle hard and it fell into the hands of a girl on the street.

The moment he was pierced by the sword, his old and dry lips kept kissing the cross on his neck, and the blood dyed the bright silver red.

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I have turned away from my faith and become unclean.

Please continue to pass it on and may the old gods bless you.

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[No.5 link the fire (fire bearer)·Nanaka Fujisaji (Fujisaki Nanaka)]

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The moment Fujisaki Nanaka took the glass bottle, the memories of the first four people flooded into her mind, and she immediately chose to use the talisman to escape.

She is a painter, a young, traveling painter.

She regretted the life of escaping with the glass bottle, but she had already carried the emotions and hopes of the first four people. These emotions repeatedly collided with her selfishness, and she did not choose to hand over the glass bottle.

——Human history, human history!

How many hidden gems and precious paintings will be hidden inside? How could she bear to let them be buried forever and never see the light of day. She remembered her art teacher's tears when she burned old paintings. This artist's romantic sentiment made it impossible for her to look back.

She ran away, painting all the way, and ran towards the headquarters of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance. She knew that the Human Self-Rescue League was the only organization openly defying the gods, and the glass bottle must be handed over to them.

On the way, she handed the glass bottle to the emissary of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance. Then she was relieved and planned to return to her hometown.

However, the Holy Alliance still wanted to kill her.

On the way back home, the Holy Alliance army's bow pierced her body, and the snow-white drawing paper in her backpack was scattered on the ground, stained with blood, like the feathers of a white bird.

She slowly fell down in the swirling blood-red feathers, and her eyes were filled with traces of her paintings. They fluttered in the air, as if angels were singing hymns.

She vomited blood and felt a secret pain in her heart.

——If history is erased, all art will be buried.

Will there still be people who look back on the past and feel nostalgic for long-lasting art paintings?

Does anyone still remember which era their drawings record?

If everything they draw today will be destroyed by fire in a few years, should they escape from the rain?

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In the end, Fujisaki Nanaka felt no regrets.

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【Ne fire(fire bearer)·Bartholomew(Bartholomew)】

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As the envoy of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, Bartholomew carries a glass bottle and runs day and night.

On the way, bows and arrows pierced his back and nailed him to the ground.

When the Holy Alliance troops arrived, they discovered that the dead Bartholomew was not holding a glass bottle, but an imitation that distracted them. The bottle cap was also engraved with: [Humph, don't try to steal human history. Have you been fooled by me? The glass bottle has been passed on to me for a long time! 】A small word.

Bartholomew thought that this would leave enough time for those behind him.

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【No.7 link the fire(火狐者)·Yuqing Shen(深雨清)】

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Shen Yuqing typed on the keyboard and sent an email asking for help to the company. She clicked on her phone, wanting to send a text message. The next second, the sudden Holy Alliance Talisman pierced her forehead, ending her life.

The Holy Alliance forces failed to find her glass bottle, which had been taken over by her lover and safely sailed away in the car.

With a "pop" sound, the blood-stained mobile phone fell to the ground, and the lit screen maintained the text message she sent before she finished typing:

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[Mom, I want to eat braised pork ribs tonight...]

The message was quickly responded to.

[Qingbao, what else do you want to eat? Braised pork ribs, right? Mom made chicken soup and waited for you to come home. 】

What Shen Yuqing regrets most is that she didn't say goodbye to her mother in the end.

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【No.8 link the fire·Parrilla】

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Parrilla said goodbye to the children, walked out of the classroom, and was stabbed in the chest.

He had already stored the glass bottle in the countryside.

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[Ne fire (fire messenger)·Debbie (Debbie)]

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Debbie kissed her husband and was buried in the fire with him.

The glass bottles have been passed by the fastest horse in the village and sent out by the shepherd boy.

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【No.10 link the fire·Nora】

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Nora held the blue rose that her husband loved most during her life, and walked step by step towards the river while being chased by the Holy Alliance Army.

The glass bottle has been placed on the fishing boat, floating down the river into the distance.

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【No.11 link the fire·Angelo】

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Angelo kept crossing himself on his chest until the sword cut off his head.

The glass bottle has been taken out of here by his father and headed to the center of the country.

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【No.12 link the fire……】

【No.13 link the fire……】

【No.14 link the fire……】

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【No.43 link the fire……】

【No.44 link the fire……】

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Where all living beings have forgotten, there was a shining moment.

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link the fire.

Please don't go and never come back. Please don't go and never come back.

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Su Mingan came back to his senses from the forty-fourth oil painting. The strong emotions were like a sponge full of water, and his heart was weighed down by a thousand kilograms of weight.

The forty-fourth fire bearer was an ordinary university teacher. He finally contacted the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance and sent the glass bottle to the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance.

During a public class, the Holy Alliance troops broke in and burned the university teacher to death in front of all the students.

Before he died, he opened his arms and shouted to the students in a hoarse voice:

"——Students, don't forget the past! Don't forget history!"

"-Don't let yourself become a stranger to civilization! Don't forget the look of flowers and the song of birds!"

Until the flames burned through his throat.

Among these forty-four people, without exception, they are all ordinary people.

They are not the leaders of any organization, nor are they generals of the military. They are all extremely ordinary ordinary people who have no characteristics in the sea of ​​​​people. Even if you pass them by, you won't remember them, and you won't think they can do noble things in the future.

But the moment they took the glass bottle, all the emotions and memories poured into their minds——

——They all chose to pass on this "tinder".

Although in the process, some people feel regret and some want to give in. Their last option is to pass it on to the next person.

There are a total of fifty paintings on this corridor. Su Mingan still has six pictures that he has not read.

"Su Ming'an, do you still want to watch...?" Noel seemed to be aware of Su Ming'an's emotional ups and downs and held his hand.

"Look, the paintings behind should be related to me." Su Mingan smiled slightly.

There is a fire burning in my heart, burning brightly.

Although he didn't know the principle of this kind of memory transfer, Su Mingan had experienced it before - when he killed other people, he could obtain that person's memory. The memory transfer principle of this glass bottle should be similar.

He had previously thought - Su Wensheng, why do you have so many vests? What kind of super vest monster are you?

Now he finally discovered that what Su Wensheng owned was not a vest.

——This nineteen-year-old young man only carries all the emotions and memories of the first forty-nine deceased, carries a heavy weight on his shoulders, and takes over their identities——becoming them.

He did not create these vests alone.

This is not his heroism alone.

But they were the living people who once burned in the fire and tried their best to pass on the fire.

The forty-fifth painting should be the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance.

The forty-sixth painting should be the deputy director of the City Protection Department.

And so on.

These dead bones were piled on Su Wensheng's shoulders, hugging him tightly. Until the fire was transferred to his hands, until his young hands took over the heavy burden.

At this point, he became "them."

——Su Wensheng, how much heavy prayers and blessings are you carrying on your shoulders?

Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, being an ordinary nineteen-year-old student, the leader of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance, the deputy director of the Department of Urban Protection, and Dr. Su of the Psychological Counseling Center - is it really exciting...?

Is it really a cool drama?

No.

It's delivery.

It is the fire of hope.

They are the piled bones of the dead.

It was the gathering and roar of countless people.

It is a desperate fight for civilization.

It is the spirit that traces human history that will last forever.

At the moment when they took over the glass bottle, no one escaped the fate of transmission and death. They all came back to lock the "evil" in the world with their kindness and obsession.

until--

The spark passes and reaches the final person's hands.

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Su Mingan walked towards the forty-fifth painting - the painting showed a young man standing under the banner of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, wearing the alliance leader's epaulets on his shoulders, and holding a glass bottle like the stars of the universe in his hand.

He crooned the song Ruth had hummed.

"It was a wonderful time,"

“The cracks in the walls will be filled and the flowers in the garden will bloom.”

"One loves in flames and in screams."

"Wind, wind, please don't go and never come back. Please don't go and never come back."

"The white morning flowers are here, and the blessings of the world come to you in your dreams."

"Child, child."

"Please don't leave and never come back. Please don't leave and never come back..."

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Please don’t leave and never come back.

——link the fire.

Please don't go and never come back. Please don't go and never come back.

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