Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1347 - 1340: Angel Line 1 – "Under the Heavenly Light, He Turned Back (Part 2)
Before the round table.
The figure took a sip of tea, finding it not sweet enough, then reached out and took the eighth sugar cube from the jar.
"Plop."
He tossed the sugar cube into the tea, gradually sinking to the bottom.
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"Cough! Cough cough cough—!"
Mei Yani spit out a mouthful of blood.
The crystalline branches and leaves of the World Tree were endless, rushing towards her. And her physical strength was completely exhausted, even raising her hand was difficult.
"We really are...up against a monster..." she muttered.
Some little elves fluttered around her, and she pointed her fingers at these little creatures, saying, "Go, you’re free..."
Her occupation was Life Contract Master, having formed contracts with some little elves to fight together. But now, she wouldn’t drag them to die with her.
She had always envied Lü Shu, who could always stand by Su Ming’an with rightful reasons and make an impact at critical moments. But because she was a Full Perfect Clear player, she could never parallel Su Ming’an.
But now, finally having this opportunity, she too could...burn like Lü Shu did once.
Despite many not understanding her, clearly she was a Full Perfect Clear player, why rush to flatter Su Ming’an? But she never mentioned that, in the early stages of the World Game, it was his figure rushing ahead, encouraging her to persevere.
She forcefully threw the green branch in her hand to Su Ming’an:
"This is a Red Level prop, controlling plants, the higher the spiritual power, the stronger...protect yourself!"
She shouted briefly, unable to resist adding one last shout.
...Protect yourself.
Su 1 caught the green branch, still not turning back, only nodded as if cars honking in thanks when giving way.
Indeed, Mei Yani admired this trait in him.
Decisive, brave, never hesitating before taking a step.
Between layers of leaves, she felt tightness behind her, a severe pain hit her heart, and World Tree branches pierced through her heart.
"...He remembered me." She closed her eyes, her voice extremely light:
"...Yay."
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[Team Members: 7/35]
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Before the round table.
The figure held a silver knife.
The silver knife sliced a strawberry mousse, red syrup overflowed, crimson as blood.
The seventh sugar cube was cut in half.
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...I may not be able to continue onwards.
That was Isabella’s thought at the moment.
She was a scientist, not skilled in attack, her mechanical spheres around her had all shattered.
She was rational, knowing she wasn’t a Lucky One, nor a person favored by the World. Facing a dead end, no miracles would happen.
Thus, when this moment arrived, she merely opened her eyes, observing the close-by...sun-blocking World Tree.
"What a beautiful tree," she pushed her glasses, muttering.
The crystalline leaves, what principle made the leaves show such beautiful colors? Does its photosynthesis conform to norms? If the Red Sun is the light source, can this tree produce oxygen? Is it a plant or an animal?
One by one, the questions stopped during the separation of body and head.
Beautiful crystalline leaves, severed her slender neck, with the sound of the head rolling, everything became quiet.
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[Team Members: 6/35]
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Before the round table.
"Gurgle gurgle..." The tea on the table simmered with a fragrant aroma, carrying a sweet scent.
The figure cut down again, the sixth sugar cube was chopped into fragments.
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"Su Ming’an couldn’t believe it’s another such dire situation." Luna carried her sword, her forehead’s Yellow Rose mark flashed bitterly: "...But I no longer have the ’Yellow Rose Lock’ skill."
Her full body armor cracked, skin and flesh split open, losing a lot of blood, and teetering on the brink, truly at a dead end.
The last time she saved him, she used the Yellow Rose Lock skill, crashing from the train, smashing to pieces.
This time, perhaps not better than being smashed.
"...I’m sorry." Su 1 did not turn around, needing to focus forward, could not spare them.
"It’s okay, if you hadn’t gathered us, we’d have died dozens of minutes ago." Luna said, "Now at least there’s a chance for the ’next time’."
Suddenly, she thought of something, immediately saying: "...It’s okay without ’next time’ as long as you live."
If Su Ming’an is alive, there’s hope in everything.
Even if he deceived them, it’s okay.
Su 1’s lips curled bitterly, these top-ranking players were truly sharp, each saw through his lie, yet none spoke of it.
"Whoosh whoosh" a few sounds of slicing air occurred, the branches penetrated Luna’s body.
She had lost too much blood, unable to move. After a few breaths, she lowered her head.
"It’s okay...we...won’t lose."
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[Team Members: 5/35]
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Before the round table.
The tea was ready.
The figure picked up the sugar jar, tossing the fifth last cube, the fourth last cube, and the third last cube into the tea.
The sugar cubes collided, pressing against each other, melting together.
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"Shhh!"
Atlanda widened his eyes in shock.
A Flame Longsword stabbed into his chest.
He was originally fine chopping off branches, but didn’t expect his back to heat up, Alger, who followed behind him, actually pierced through him with a sword!
Though he had defenses, Alger’s backstab was truly ferocious and fierce, and he was caught off guard.
"You, you...why...backstab...me..." Atlanda spit out blood.
Alger expressionlessly stabbed the long sword deeper, the fierce flames whipped up scorching winds.
A mechanical giant shadow appeared behind Alger, carrying immense pressure like a mountain.
Feeling the pressure, Su 1 was forced to stop and vigilantly looked at the mechanical giant shadow.
"This is...! This is the appearance of the Sixth Throne of the Organizers!" Fang Tang said in surprise, "Your teammate named Alger contacted the Sixth Throne of the Organizers!"
... Is that mechanical giant the Sixth Throne of the Organizers?
"The Sixth Throne..." Su 1 recalled that the Sixth Throne of the Organizers is mechanical sound, which matches.
Previously, during his negotiations with the Organizers, the Sixth Throne was very rude and always treated him as a tool.
Alger actually contacted the Sixth Throne silently, how could he possibly be an ally?
Sure enough, Alger lunged at Su 1, and the mechanical giant shadow coldly fixed its gaze on him, reaching out to capture!
"Swish!"
It’s already meaningless to question Alger’s betrayal. Alger was a loner, even among the Nine Thrones of the Peak Alliance, feeling no sense of belonging.
After all, not everyone lifts up Su Ming’an; each player has their own ideals. If backstabbing Su Ming’an means ascending to high dimensions, then betraying is simply too easy.
Seeing Alger’s backstab, Su 1 thought of Noel in that instant, but quickly shook his head. He still believed Noel wasn’t like Alger, betraying teammates for ascension.
When will Noel’s secrets be revealed?
How long will he force himself to think this way?
He feared that if Noel’s betrayal was confirmed, he’d be left with nothing behind, returning again to a state of suffocating solitude, the mist closing in around the Solitary Island, the lights disappearing in the distance.
Soon, gathering his thoughts, he looked at the mechanical giant shadow.
This mechanical giant shadow is very vague, estimated to lack the strength of its real body, but it means players and the Organizers stood on the same platform.
"The Sixth Throne, known as the Inorganic God." Fang Tang flapped her wings, saying, "It is garbage from various civilizations launched into the universe, becoming a god after millions of years of drifting and merging. Among this cosmic garbage are intelligent chips, metal, nuclear energy, biological cells, and discarded energy... thus forming It."
... Cosmic garbage became a god?
Su 1 was somewhat surprised.
Though it may sound unpleasant, theoretically it’s feasible. After all, cosmic garbage is too widespread and extensive. In countless time, perhaps a true Innate God can be made.
With the World Tree ahead and the Sixth Throne, the God of Garbage behind, Su 1 was not confident amidst the pincer attack.
"..."
He tightened the grip on his sword.
Dashing out seemed difficult...
"Swish!"
But at that moment,
—just at that moment.
Beside him suddenly erupted with splendid, dazzling, intense multicolored brilliance.
"Whoosh—!"
Lü Shu, already enveloped in layers of branches and leaves, suddenly rushed out, lifting him up and flying forward.
A pair of multicolored butterfly wings raised, emitting splendid halos, even Lü Shu’s pale face dyed with an enchanting and illusory warm tint, like a fairy tale butterfly immortal ignoring the setting.
The object originally held in Lü Shu’s hand was gone.
What exactly did Lü Shu use?
Su 1’s eyes flashed with confusion.
Lü Shu covered his face all along: "I will take you through, Su Ming’an."
Strong winds swept past them. Soon, Su 1 heard laughter.
Trail-bound, omnipresent laughter. Male, female, elder, child... manic laughter rang around Lü Shu, seemingly mocking him frantically.
Su 1 immediately guessed what Lü Shu used—was it Kasadia’s Divinity? Lü Shu actually obtained this.
But Su 1 didn’t question, simply calmly said, "Thank you, Lü Shu."
A spark was already lit, and the whole house was engulfed in flames, so questioning later would only add trouble.
Lü Shu then slowly moved his hand away, revealing a face with traces of blood.
This was blood from not adjusting to this power.
"It’s okay, Lü Shu, I respect your choice." Su 1 touches the soft pouch, his gaze calmly frozen.
It will be okay.
They will all... be okay.
Even if he didn’t trigger the death rebound seeing Dark Su die.
But there will definitely be a "next time."
Surely...
Surely...
They pushed through clusters of vines and branches, rushing towards the World Tree, but Alger approached closer, a huge mechanical hand inches away—
"Su Ming’an."
—at this moment, Mizushima Kawa Sora stopped.
In her hand, gripped tightly was a black... Divinity of the trickster demon.
Su 1 thought she was also going to backstab, but she didn’t, she calmly swallowed the divinity, growing a pair of demon horns and bat wings, her aura suddenly surged.
"Su Ming’an." Mizushima Kawa Sora looked at him indifferently: "If you can’t be sent into the World Tree, all our efforts along the way are meaningless, we might not have another chance to turn the tables. So, I’ll stop and help you fend off Alger."
"But don’t forget, this time I sacrificed my future, swallowed the divinity, to help you."
"Next time, I hope you can change this predicament. Don’t let me swallow this divinity again."
"That’s all."
Her words were brief, her face only tranquility.
Even after swallowing the trickster demon’s divinity, her strength didn’t reach the Third-level God, unable to block the Sixth Throne for long. She knew stop meant death, yet she halted.
Only then did she realize how much she trusted Su Ming’an.
Though she did this not for him, but for herself, it was based on faith in him.
Even if he is a thorn in her heart, never bypassed.
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Su 1 glanced at Mizushima Kawa Sora, before he could say anything, the distance between them instantly widened.
One flying forward, one turning backward.
Blood cascaded like a beaded curtain down Lü Shu’s chin, across pale skin, lips tightly pursed, unceasingly flying forward.
Behind, Mizushima Kawa Sora’s black silhouette became smaller, ultimately turning into a tiny black dot, under the red sun, she collided with Alger.
"Boom—!"
Red and black clashed, the earth shook.
As if a god’s fury clashed with the abyss of hell, the woman’s black sickle swung, seeming to cut through a crescent moon, sever the four seas.
The sound of mechanical clatter echoed, and above the skies, mechanical shadows like giant mountains pierced down!
"Boom—boom—boom—!"
Amidst the roars of demons and sharp mechanical noises, as if the heavens were torn apart, emptiness spread everywhere, even the blood sun darkened for an instant, clouds shrouding the sky with a mourning cry of calamity.
Mechanical parts danced, metal resembling a scattered snowfall.
The scarlet bat wings unfurled, inch by inch, burning and disintegrating into the soil.
The crash sounded long and muffled, the thick black aura blossoming, like ink flowing on red paper, gradually blooming.
Like a black hole devouring everything, light and vitality of the world completely swallowed. Looking around, silence suffuses.
After two rupturing sounds, all fell silent.
Only a divinity of the demon without vitality fell on the ground, like her broken eyes.
"Crack," shattering into ashes.
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[Team members: 2/35]
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