Save Tomorrow's Ark with Game System

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Lord Eric and Professor Learland D of the Parliamentary University of Pittsburgh published a co-authored paper in the Journal of City-State History Standards ("Where do we see?", Issue 44).

The paper claims that based on the identification results of many weathered remains, the investigation of the landfill cave of Sargon 4 has drawn a key conclusion, that is, the isolation and execution of infected people are undoubtedly the same as the real law.

To sum up, the history of the suffering of infected people has begun since the emergence of the law.

...

The world has its own memories, unique. For humans, the long time is just a flash of time and part of their long life. But this "short time" memory is a deadly poison for humans.

Terra World accepted Valentine's sublimation and allowed him to sit with him and feel everything he could feel.

Nature is harmonious. Even if the amount of information is huge, it will not have any negative impact on Valentine. Instead, it is because I felt the complete nature in an instant. This little dragon man suddenly had the idea of ​​stepping into heaven, and his body was filled with Unspeakable pleasure.

Just as the world stuffed memories of human civilization into his mind, Valentine fell from heaven to hell, and the scene switched quickly made him unprepared.

Valentine felt that he was still flying in the sky just now and suddenly he was knocked into the sea by a big wave. The salty and wet sea water drilled into the body from every hole in the mouth, nostrils, ear canals, etc., and immersed in his body. Bitterness and pain.

If Valentin's feelings at this moment were compared to a knife, he would not only cut his bones around, but directly cut off every intact part of his body.

The greater the pleasure just now, the deeper the pain now.

This reminded Valentine of the "key" he injected when he first came to Terra World. The pain he felt at this time was completely comparable to the pain brought by the key, and even more intense.

At least, in that dark space, Valentine could scream and roll and self-injure to divert attention, but at this moment he was just a scattered consciousness and could not do these operations at all.

A large number of images were generated in front of his eyes, like bricks scattered hard on Valentine's face, and he forced his wail into his stomach, making him unable to even moan. I can only stay obediently in this memory tsunami and receive torture.

Countless voices lingered in Valentine's ears, as if the whole world was talking in his ears, mixed with indescribable screams, murmurs, roars, and laughing wildly...

Layers are like the most chaotic battlefield in the world. The degree of essence increases exponentially compared to the soul shock caused by Mephist, and it seems that it will never stop.

Valentine couldn't hear what he was saying, nor did she know what he was thinking. He just felt that he was dead, but he was still alive, wrapping the earth, like air, as if it would dissipate into wind at any time. There is no trace.

who I am?

Where am I?

...

He doesn't even think about such a problem.

The heart is still beating, but the brain is broken, like a boiling pressure cooker that will explode at any time.

"It's really nonsense."

A somewhat helpless female voice rang out in Valentine's consciousness.

As this sound appeared, the Valentine consciousness, which was frozen in place, became alive.

It seems to wake up from a dream.

"Well……"

The severe pain made Valentine, who was a little confused, suddenly feel energetic. He hummed lowly and endured the pain and asked:

"What happened to me just now?"

like……

After a white light flashed, countless images appeared in front of me, and then I fainted and no longer had the memory of the rest.

"There is a type of mythological story on Earth that is very famous, called Cthulhu mythology."

Valentine felt a girl with white hair and purple eyes appear in her consciousness, with black horns like branches on her head.

"Oh, this is my new image, inspired by the nishima picture of the eagle horn on the earth."

When Valentine heard this familiar tone, she knew that the girl was Gorgeous. Although it was inspired by Miss Eagle, the specific appearance was still very different.

Miss Eagle's image is very cute, but at this time, Kameyu's temperament is more charming, and her purple pupils are as dazzling and colorful as a kaleidoscope, especially the pair of black horns on her head, which are twisted like Patriots. It's right.

"Continue to talk about mythology." Jiao Zhengyu touched his horns and projected the images of several external gods in the Cthulhu mythology system.

Valentine felt her brain hurt even more as she looked at the strange existences made of twisted and swollen tentacles, flesh pieces, gel and eyes.

"The names of the gods in this myth system are very strange, with extraordinary destructive power and knowledgeable, except for a few guys who blindly eat fish."

"Therefore, please give them a great deal of knowledge, which is why these external gods have believers."

With a wave of Ghost Journey, the indescribable projections of existence disappeared.

Valentine still felt his brain hurt.

"You mean...uh..."

The sequelae of information being forced to open the brain and instilled in the information did not disappear. At this time, Valentine thought about the scene at that time and felt like she was stabbed.

If he looks at it from the perspective of consciousness and life, his entire consciousness seems to be split in half.

"Well, a lot of knowledge indoctrination will drive humans crazy."

Ghost Journey gave Valentine's conclusion at this moment.

"It's great to see that you accept nature. So I packed all the information about Terra civilization and threw it over to you."

"Then I smelled the boiling smell of your brain, which was quite fragrant."

I'll go!

Valentine's mouth twitched.

He ignored the strange words of the girl Wendigo, and his whole consciousness suddenly shrank, and the density increased a little.

I was scared and sweated.

"But I am just a weak human? World consciousness can make such mistakes?"

Why doesn't this Terra world sound very smart?

"The Cthulhu myth says that don't use human thinking to imagine the external gods."

Ghost Yu pointed to his head.

"Don't use your own thinking to imagine the way the world thinks."

The gap is too big to understand.

"Then you just..."

"Help you throw that big pile of things back."

When talking about "big--", Jiao Zhengyu also spread his arms and gestured in a circle, looking a little cute.

"The world has not expressed anything, so I accept it all."

When Valentine heard this, she felt relieved and was glad for the remnant of his life. The illusory feeling gradually dissipated. He felt that he was gradually decreasing, and the world range he felt was also becoming smaller at a rapid speed.

It seems that Terra World believes that it has finished baptism and wants to put itself back.

"But it doesn't matter. I've intercepted some images for you. The kind that humans can adapt to is that the content may be a bit uncomfortable."

The breeze blew through Valentine's silver hair, and the green of the forest appeared in his eyes again. Kamema stood in front of Valentine, with a strange smile on his lips.

"I didn't deliberately intercept negative clips for you, but instead compressed the information and let them appear in front of you in another way, still comprehensive."

Her body blocked the light, condescending, looking like a demon.

...

Wait, she seems to be a demon now.

"Do you want to see it?"

Garcia did not forcefully send it to Valentine, but held it in his hand for his opinion.

Because she knew very well that Valentine would definitely watch it.

And only when he voluntarily watches the image can the effect of this image be maximized.

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Valentine had a dream that he wanted world peace.

As a person who has lived in peaceful times since childhood, he likes this feeling of stability and understands the wars of the past. This dream was born in this environment.

A person who has never seen war with his own eyes and has seen the dark side of human nature just has such a dream after watching some anti-war videos. What if he really faces the battlefield and feels the darkness after human nature is torn apart ?

What changes will happen to this dream?

...

An arrow passed by Valentine's ear and drew a thin bloodline in the air. The sludge-stained arrow cut through his skin and hit a soldier not far behind him. .

Blood flowed down his cheeks into his neck, but Valentine didn't react at all. He widened his eyes and stared blankly at the people and things in front of him, as if he had lost his soul.

The scene in front of me is no longer as painful as it was just now, and the roar in my ears is not as chaotic as before, but it is deafening and extremely real.

This is a battlefield, a small forest on the border of Usassami.

This is hell.

Countless Usas soldiers rushed towards Valentine with their swords and shields in their hands. Their clothes were covered with mud and blood. Their expressions looked like evil spirits, but they also looked like infected people in the slums. Dirty and vicious.

Behind him, the Sami soldiers blew a trumpet, and countless soldiers wearing white cloaks emerged from the snow and rushed towards the Usas soldiers, shouting the slogan of defending their country.

In an instant, black and white collided, followed by a world of blood and sword light. Valentine stood in the middle of the battlefield like a bystander, no one attacked him, and no one looked at him. The soldiers had their eyes. It was bloodshot, with only enemies and burning rage inside.

But Valentine could feel them.

Blood could splash on Valentine's clothes, and the flying broken limbs and heads could also hit his body. The roar and howling almost pierced his eardrums, just like the snow covered by blood at this moment, which had melted It forms water and merges into scarlet rivers, revealing the dark brown land below.

Every moment, people die here, lying in pools of blood, with their eyes open. Even if they die, they do not change the expression on their faces, and Valentine can read the resentment and madness inside.

He squatted down and reached out to touch the wound of a corpse with trembling hands. What he heard was an extremely real warm touch on his fingers, as well as the pain of the broken spine piercing the skin.

There are corpses like this everywhere here and are still increasing.

No one speaks, no one begs for mercy, and what we see in our eyes is almost substantial madness and hatred.

Why fight?

This question is very naive, and Valentine himself could tell a lot of answers. But when such a real and bloody scene appeared in front of him, he still asked this question like a silly sweet person.

That's it, why?

Isn’t it good for everyone to live in harmony?

Why kill the other party?

No one answered his question, only the ever-changing world in front of him.

Valentine saw the war ignited in this world and the struggle and death of countless soldiers. Before joining the army, they smiled and said goodbye to their family and friends. When they returned, they only had a national flag on their bodies, and some of them could not even find their bodies.

In the end, all I got was a few tears and a small tomb, and more and more.

He saw the sufferings suffered by infected people over the past thousand years. His kind of people were driven out in the ordinary world, confiscated their property and houses, said goodbye to his family, and finally died in the wilderness.

Above or in the mine, maybe because of the cold, maybe because of the heat, maybe because of the bad taste of some people.

He saw the sins committed by ordinary people against infected people, their ignorant and abnormal words and behaviors, like a group of mentally abnormal madmen.

As long as those nobles released a little news, these Terra people living at the bottom of society gathered like headless flies and buzzed, making the infected people who were once their compatriots heartbroken and making the rich nobles laugh.

But I forgot that I am also the exploited person in this unfair world.

He saw the nobles and kings stepping on the bodies of Terra and infected people, treating human lives like grass thistles, and living an unimaginable extravagant life. This group of Terra's fewest class has the most mastered resources and drank it

The blood of the Terras ate the flesh of the Terras and even stepped on the Terras.

However, the Terra people who were trampled by them had lost their instinct due to long-term subtle influence. They allowed these maggots to take away the power they should have. All they got was the leftover scum of the nobles, and they might also be

An "opportunity" to fall into an infected person.

Everyone in this world is pitiful, except for the nobles and kings.

The scenes of countless sins and rotten sins were imprinted in Valentine's mind, and countless stenched and crazy voices penetrated into his ear canal, stirring his mind frantically. These evil thoughts like the sea formed a pair of black hands

, pulling Valentine's soul, as if he wants him to completely pull him into the abyss.

Valentine curled up on the grass, grinding her teeth in pain, and her clothes were soaked. The branches and flowers that had originally wrapped around him lost their color at this moment, rotting into a pile of dust, falling on the ground to dye them.

A piece of land was blacked out.

He opened his eyes with difficulty, broke free from the overflowing evil that was almost substantive, and looked at the command tower not far away, slowly waved his arms and climbed forward, stammering the two names he was extremely familiar with.

"Yihuang..."

The voice was hoarse, as if there was a pile of sand in his throat.

"Raphael..."

Several black arms covered Valentine's face and pulled him down hard. In his spiritual world, the angel with a faint light had closed his eyes, and the blade of the immortal was scattered.

On the ground, it seemed that he had given up his struggle.

The flowing black held the ankle of the angel, and these sins were to pull her and Valentine into the abyss, closing her eyes forever.

"Save me..."

He could no longer see the scene outside.

"Save...save me..."

The sound is as thin as a mosquito.

Finally, he closed his eyes.

At the same time, strange phenomena suddenly arise.

A dark figure knelt on the grass in the middle of the forest, making meaningless sounds in his mouth, like a poisonous snake's hissing, or like someone playing the flute wildly.

A sharp fang pierced Valentine's lips and grew out, followed by the second and third... In a blink of an eye, his mouth became like swallowing a sea urchin, horrifying.

The thick black gel solid wrapped around his body, making a slut sound, accompanied by an unbearable stench, which was disgusting.

A large number of messy black hair and granulation grew wildly on these black surfaces, crazily absorbing the vitality of the surrounding plants, and corroding all the green around them into dry and wilted yellow.

But the vitality of these plants is not enough for this group of sin, far from enough.

It is always in a state of hunger and will never be satisfied until it eats dryness, turning the world of Terra into a lifeless death star.

Soon, it targeted the creature closest to it. And just as this black ball was about to spread, the life leaned over by itself.

“It’s really not worry-free.”

Jiao Zhengyu scratched his hair with some pain, and looked at the black purple eyes with a hint of apology.

"Blame me too."

"but……"

She covered her hands in the darkness and opened her red lips lightly.

"It's time to wake up."