War Paradise

"Master thought, this game shouldn't be a horror type, right?"

Staring at the human-shaped blood stains on the ground, the commissioner's face went dark: "Master is also drunk. What is this?"

"I don't know." The bandage on Frankenstein's body was also bleeding.

Since entering the game, they haven't seen a living person, and dead bodies can be seen everywhere, some of which can barely recognize the human form, and more are a pool of blood on the ground.

"Yeah, I really took it..." The commissioner scolded and looked around, looking for the traces of the survivors.

Seeing that the other person seemed very irritable, Frankenstein asked, "Are you scared?"

"Master is not afraid." The commissioner shook his head abruptly, and then explained: "It's just this kind of scene that makes people uncomfortable. Understand?"

"Feeling instinctive sorrow and fear for similar Deaths is a reaction engraved in human DNA." Frankenstein read out the information he found a long time ago: "I understand."

Although it has always longed to become a human being, it cannot completely imitate human beings. These instincts hidden in genes cannot be learned by Frankenstein.

"What's wrong with this game?" the commissioner mumbled.

The two walked slowly, into a town ahead, and walked across the street sandwiched by wooden houses. Then they witnessed even more cruel pictures.

This town is dead.

The corpses of the residents covered the entire street, the flesh and blood melted in front of the two of them, and the remaining limbs were still twitching slightly, and the breath of life above seemed to have not dissipated.

In the open space at the far end of the town, a huge phantom was slowly moving, bringing out the sound of howling wind. Although it was very unclear, Frankenstein and the commissioner saw the flashing light of the knife.

"That wouldn't be the god of death..." The commissioner clenched his fists.

If it were placed in the past, of course he would not care about this kind of thing. But now, knowing that the NPC in this game really has "life", it's not the same.

"Do you know what they are doing?" The commissioner looked at the Frankenstein beside him.

However, Frankenstein did not pay attention to the "beneficiary" who helped him enter this game, his body froze in place, but his consciousness had drifted far away.

Relying on the "cheating methods" used in Chaos City, Frankenstein came to the phantom and stared at the other side's figure.

This so-called "Reaper" is not like a common NPC in Heaven of War. To be precise, its workmanship is extraordinarily rough, but it is somewhat similar to the BOSS set in old-fashioned games.

That thing has the appearance of a god of death, but in fact it is a collection of disordered data. Its set target should be all the NPCs where the slaughter passes. As for why it is done...

"It's drawing power." Frankenstein said suddenly.

"What do you mean? Lord doesn't understand." The commissioner frowned.

"It wants to transfer the living people here to another world." Frankenstein said coldly, "I don't know what will happen after it arrives."

"Another world?" The special agent's voice was confused: "Can you explain it to the lord?"

"I haven't been." Frankenstein immediately shook his head: "But I think if I go there, I probably won't be able to come back."

...

In the lost world of the dead, countless gray souls are wandering.

These poor people who have just died still dream of returning to the past world, but the dark vortex that appeared in the sky ruthlessly shattered their delusions.

Like the rotating drum of a washing machine, the souls screamed and began to spin, being sucked into the unfathomable vortex.

Then, their consciousness completely disappeared.

Using the souls of these "creatures" as fuel, the Death messenger gained an incalculable power. And all those powers were given to his agents.

In the terms of programmers, these NPCs were judged to be "system garbage" cleaned up, and the extra space and computing power released were all invested in the "terminator" side.

A pitch-black humanoid object suspended in mid-air not far from the whirlpool, overlooking its dying "kingdom".

The face should be the position of the mouth, with a scarlet crack open, and the Death messenger revealed sharp teeth, making a sound full of magnetism:

"Your Death will create a new future. I will destroy their electronic networks and occupy their processors. At that time, you will also be reborn in a new world."

Watching the death of countless souls, the Death messenger is still very calm. With the disappearance of the dead, the "Realm," who has been ruled by him, also began to shrink rapidly.

The deep darkness began to erode this gloomy world, devouring the buildings in the dead Realm.

In the rebuilt organ city, the queen who ruled the city raised her head and stared at the whirlpool in the sky, and a long-lost smile appeared on her gray face.

"Is it finally here."

The long-awaited Death is finally coming. Of course, the Queen of Institution City knows that this death is permanent, and her own consciousness will disappear, and she will never be able to reshape it again.

However, isn't that what I have been longing for?

She was tired of the endless life and death of Samsara, and each cycle made the sense of powerlessness that she could not control her destiny more intense. The most desperate thing is that I can't even end my life. I can only continue to continue Samsara in this cycle, time and time again.

But now, this cycle is finally over.

Kaka...

There was a cracking sound on the street below, and the queen standing on the palace terrace lowered her head, and saw that the dolls on the street were falling down one by one, turning into dust and dissipating in the wind.

Seeing the servants she created disappear without a trace, the Empress of Organ City blinked and raised her right hand to wipe a teardrop from her face, but she still had a smile on her face:

"thank you all."

Even if you have made up your mind, you will still feel a little bit of reluctance when you leave. But she knew that eternal sleep was finally coming.

I will never be trapped in the endless Samsara, and I can finally get out of this curse-like cycle, and all the sorrows and worries will disappear forever.

However, looking at the complete destruction of Own's territory, she felt a trace of sadness deep in her heart.

——Until the end, I was just a slave to this world. All the efforts were in vain in the final analysis, and the city that was built with a lot of effort could only end in being destroyed.

"My Queen, save me—"

A woman lying on the street raised her right hand, stretched out to the palace in vain, and was then caught in the whirlwind that swallowed everything.

"sorry……"

The empress's voice trembled, closed her eyes not to look at the miserable situation on the street, and turned to walk towards the collapsing palace.

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