MTL - First Player-Chapter 810 Eight hundred and nine
Chapter 810 Chapter Eight Hundred and Nine · "TE · All Things Revive (4
Under the world broadcast, there are all kinds of things in the world.
The city-state was in chaos, and banknotes, gold, silver and jewels were scattered.
In the light of the fire, people's greedy and crazy expressions are reflected, like evil spirits in hell.
"Boom-boom-boom-!"
Fire lights rise from each building. People shuttled through the chaotic streets, and the flying banknotes slapped their yellow and emaciated faces, like slapping them hard.
More and more crows flew over, staying on people's corpses, and pecking at their eyes that were eroded by the black mist.
In the sky, the world broadcast continues:
“—Human beings are creatures who weave self-sense. In this long war, we have done our best and achieved the mission of self-sense.”
"—In my eyes, you are resolute, brave, and rational. Even in the face of a powerful enemy that can crush the world, you still show your most shining side. How many people have fought against fate to the last moment."
"—You are the heroes of the world, your spirit of unity and friendship is the spirit that best represents humanity during the War of Dawn..."
"Hack him to death!" In the chaotic neighborhood, a group of people slashed at each other in order to **** the flying banknotes.
"Burn this house down, if I can't get it, no one else can get it!"
Among the chaos, the faces of the people were like the most terrifying devils. In the black mist, horrible and greedy laughter came.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!"
A middle-aged man covered in blood stood up from the flames, his hands were covered in blood. On his fat neck are jade ornaments, gold chains, silver chains...they are also stained with human blood.
The middle-aged man is holding the head of someone who doesn't know, laughing loudly, already insane:
"Go to hell! Go to hell! No one will live! When you die, you only have rags, but when I die, my neck is full of jewels! I will be a rich man in my next life! I will be a high-ranking man in my next life." Personality! I am luckier than you! I am luckier than you! Hahahahaha—!!"
"Die! Humanity is finished! We are all finished!"
"Tavi! If you can hear me, save me! I don't want this ruined world anymore, please, save me, I want to join your civilization! I want to live!!"
The dancing flames were bright and dark, and people's steps were obviously not loud, but they seemed to make a sound like the earth was shaking.
"Boom".
"Boom".
"Boom".
Every step of the footsteps seems to have crushed all the efforts of human beings into the mud.
By the street, a young girl with ponytails stumbled forward. She kept calling out a boy's name, crying while shouting:
"Zhuo, Zhuo..."
"Come back soon, I won't stop you from joining the army, I don't want you to buy me a diamond ring, I just want you back. Zhuo, where are you..."
Suddenly, she stopped.
At the other end of the street, a familiar figure staggered towards her. He has a slender figure, with his right shoulder slightly sunken, very much like her lover A Zhuo.
"A Zhuo?"
A Zhuo walked towards her step by step. Against the background of people beating, smashing and looting, his steps were extremely heavy.
"A Zhuo... are you back?" The girl held the diamond ring and approached her lover A Zhuo in a few steps.
A Zhuo was wearing a white protective suit with a gun on his back. He seemed to have just returned from the front line, and his mask was broken. He and the girl with ponytails have been lovers for many years, and they have agreed to get married, but when the Dawn Project started, he chose to go to the front line. Before leaving, the girl quarreled with him about it.
Now that he's back, he must have wanted to come back to see her at the last moment.
The girl took a few steps forward, she really wanted to give her lover a hug, even if it was just before she died. She also hopes to walk into the doomsday with him.
However, when Ah Zhuo fully walked in front of her, the smile on her face faded.
A blood-red light flickered on the back of Azhuo's neck, and his eyes had turned bright red. Looking at the brightness of the red light on the back of his neck, he has been completely invaded for a long time, almost turned into a walking dead, without even memory and reason.
"..." The girl quietly looked at her irrational lover.
"After being invaded, what kind of obsession did you use to walk back to find me step by step?" the girl murmured.
The front line is so far away from here, there is no food, no heating tools, no scooter, just like this, he wears a broken protective mask, unconsciously, with the obsession before losing his mind, he jumps step by step across the vast sandy land, reaching the top. In the stinging black mist, he walked back to see her.
How can human beings have the will to break through the limits of the body to make such a move?
She also approached him step by step, and threw the ring in her hand into the burning fire beside her.
"Prickly."
With a soft sound, the diamond ring that once made her lose her temper with him fell into the intense flames and disappeared without a trace.
"Do you remember me?" The girl stared at him tremblingly.
A Zhuo tilted his head, his scarlet eyes showed confusion, he looked at the girl as if he was looking at a magical thing. In his eyes, she seemed to have a completely different meaning from others, but he couldn't remember, couldn't remember anything.
…Who is she?
...Why did he go so far, suffer so much pain, and come back to find her?
...Why was he so sad when he saw the scars on her face eroded by the black mist?
Who is she? who is it?
Soon, uncontrollable tyranny and madness rose from his scarlet eyes, and his last thoughts were completely suppressed.
When Azhuo, who lost his mind, rushed towards her, the girl didn't resist.
In the end, the invaded people will attack other people indiscriminately, no different from monsters.
"A Zhuo, the soldiers said that if the person with the red light on the back of his neck doesn't die, the concentration of the black mist will increase, so you can't stay here." The girl said, "I'll take you with me, okay?"
A Zhuo squeezed her neck tightly, nodded in confusion.
She stretched out her hand, hugged him tightly, and pulled him back step by step until she retreated into the flames behind her, leading him to fall backwards. At the end, A Zhuo seemed to realize something, his pupils revealed the last trace of clarity, but he didn't resist, instead he hugged her tightly.
"I, love, you." He said intermittently.
There was a "stab".
A pair of lovers fell into the flames, their hair mingled, their cheeks touched, and there was a "cracking" sound of skin cracking, revealing the bones that were soon burnt black.
"I love you…"
This is the girl's last response.
"铛—铛——"
The clock tower of the city-state strikes six o'clock in the morning.
A pair of white birds on the bell towers flutter their wings and fly to the sky together.
In this eternal night, the city-state ignited fires everywhere, which never stopped for a moment.
…
In a house under the bell tower, the gray-haired grandmother watched the fire and closed the door.
She put the knitted sweater for her grandson on the bedside, opened the cabinet, stooped, and slowly found out dozens of bright red pills like roses.
"Are you still eating noodles today?" On the rocking chair next to him, sat an old man with squinting eyes.
Grandma listened and spat:
"Old man, the noodles you make are so salty, I don't want to eat them in this life."
She arranged the pills in her hands in a row and placed them on the old-fashioned tailoring machine.
Black mist floated into the room through their air-leakage windows. The old lady was stroking the knitted sweater, leaning against the rocking chair, wearing her favorite big flowered jacket when she was young, a silver bracelet, and a pair of black cloth shoes. She looked in the mirror.
"Don't look, it's still as beautiful as when you were young."
The old man in the rocking chair held out his hand to her.
She squinted her eyes, her face was wrinkled into a ball, smiled, and held the rough hand of her old man. Their heads were leaning against each other, their silver-white hairs tangled together, as if they were one.
"Will you still eat noodles in your next life?" the old man asked her.
"Put less salt and less oil. When you come to the alley to chase me in the next life, remember to cook a bowl of noodles with green onion..." said the old lady.
"You are the only one who has a lot to do." The old man said.
Swallowing the overdose of pills, the old couple leaned against each other, holding each other's wrinkled hands, and slowly stopped breathing.
They were head to head, shoulder to shoulder, as if they had fallen asleep next to each other.
Under the dim light, the silver ring on the grandmother's ring finger was shining.
A bowl of hot scallion noodles on the table, still steaming white in the black mist.
…
"Prickly—"
Su Mingan lowered his gaze.
The city-state was on fire everywhere, and the whole sky was dyed red.
The pure white stream of data surrounded him. From the frame by frame of the surveillance screen, he saw countless lives.
In the current end times, some people choose to meditate. One by one, shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee, hands hugging their chests, their backs straightened, their lips pursed into a line, as if they wanted to live and die with the city-state.
The external scientific expedition team and researchers are still walking on the road, dragging heavy instruments, and the bright green color behind them is like a road of starlight.
A young girl in a black cloth walked up to the dry bones and closed her eyes to pray. In the outside world, there are still priests of the old days who will say prayers for the dead.
The travelers who wanted to go home held each other's hands tightly. Even though they were finally eroded into ashes by the black mist, they still insisted on taking the last step towards their hometown until they fell down completely.
The soldiers whose pupils were burned through by the black mist walked in groups, laying down corpses along the way, insisting on transporting resources to the energy station.
They are idealists.
Believe that spring will come, believe that this is not the end of mankind, believe that as long as you do your best, you can reach a happy ending.
Believe that their city lords will bring the fire of recovery to mankind, and believe that what they leave behind is not just cold words and images. Believe that hope will not dry up, and pearls will not be dusted.
From a personal point of view, the outcome of this kind of outcome is almost the same as winning or losing, because a person's life is too short to compare with the evolution of civilization counted over hundreds of millions of years. But jumping out of the individual, from the perspective of the vast universe, any civilization has experienced the process of adapting to rebirth after being destroyed.
—When the ethnic group reappears, all is the history of civilization.
"Please continue to transport, don't disappoint Captain Li's sacrifice!"
"Don't worry about our safety!"
"I would like to issue a military order, and I will definitely bring the resources back for you!"
"Go ahead—go! Go!"
Su Mingan watched these pictures and listened to these voices. He remembered the promise he had made. He once led all human races to declare war on Tavi who claimed to be a god, and he also witnessed all the efforts of the ruined world.
He looked at the tens of millions of death lists on the screen, but the numbers in his eyes became more and more blurred.
God always puts a riddled world before his eyes and tells him that you must save them. Ask him to turn the tide, ask him to find the only way out, ask him to light the star in the dark night, ask him to become a torch, ask him to fight with all his might until the last drop of blood.
But this time...
Rule of man and rule of machinery, replacement of old and new eras, keepers of secrets and betrayers, city-state rule and outer city peeping, confrontation between armies and factions, and the struggle of civilizations.
The surviving people go to the new next century, and the pioneers who fell before the dawn are endless.
—What about the next century?
—Where is the ship of Theseus?
Will the method he secretly conceived to break the situation be correct?
Could it be that a **** who survives in zero dimension, loses everything, and cannot die is the end of a civilization?
Na Zhai Xing...
The Liming system stood behind him, watching Su Mingan silently, as if accompanying him or monitoring him.
A white bird flew out of the window.
It landed on his mechanical ring, pecking at the metal pattern of "t-0321", and landed on his shoulder again, rubbing against his reddish eyes.
"Clatter—!"
The early morning breeze was cool, and there was a faint light on the eastern horizon, which was suppressed by the heavy black fog. The outlines of distant buildings were clear and blurred in the flickering, and the surroundings were quiet and solemn.
He was silent for a long time, put on the radio in his hand, and said the last broadcast:
“Civilization is an abstract concept. The continuation of civilization without people is just a kind of heritage. What matters is people, not the meaning of civilization. I know this very well.”
"It was I who failed to defend against the successful Tawei invasion, and it was I who failed to let you win."
"I am deeply sorry for this ending. I will take the last fire of mankind, plan the last chance to counterattack, and hold the last information and resources of mankind..."
"—I express my sincere respect to each of you."
…
"Failed to bring you into the spring..."
"Sorry."
…
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【(TE·Everything Resurrected) Perfect clearance progress: 90%】
(end of this chapter)
