The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

"Go, go! Hurry up!" Hua Ying led the housekeepers of the Heresy Inquisition, with their fingers flying between shouts, and took the time to assemble a few mechanical ponies. As soon as the metallic pony fell to the ground, it flew There was a neigh, and he quickly ran into the roaring torrent that was moving at high speed, throwing several knocked down players on his back, and then ran into the distance in a hurry.

"Don't hit people! There's still plenty of time, don't worry!" Guan Zhiyu flew high in the sky and shouted to the dark and rumbling crowd below, "Don't happen a stampede!! If you fall, don't worry, use protective props to protect yourself!" Be yourself, get out of the way first, we will come to rescue you!"

Countless rainbows leaped from the sky and flew towards the portal. The players below were like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their magical powers, rushing desperately towards the small canyon gap.What is left now are only a small number of participants with the lowest strength. Even if the members of the big group who have been struggling to support here do not say anything, they can vaguely realize that this is the last retreat. The only option is to wait for death at this dangerous transfer station!

"Don't worry!" Qiu Boyi frowned, "Come one by one, everyone can leave here alive, haste makes waste!"

A member of the troupe flapped his wings and flew up from the side, persuading him, "Don't talk about Brother Qiu, save yourself some energy, it's useless if you shout this. I've been terrified for more than a month, it's good if I don't get scared, I can't calm down of."

Qiu Boyi poured a big sip of water into his mouth, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "What's going on with the red hair? It's as messy as this side?"

"No, brother Qiu," the team member said gloomily, "people know magic! Dozens of small teleportation arrays are divided into streams. Although it's messy, it's much better than ours!"

Qiu Boyi sighed. There are several city gates in a transit station. Originally, there was no need to worry about players escaping, but they only blamed their improper consideration in the early stage. The city gate, even if the player desperately saved it, the functional area of ​​the city gate teleportation was only reduced to a long and narrow gap, and only seven to eight people could pass through it at a time.

While they were talking, the huge body of the mad angel had already formed a silhouette in the White Tower. Although the system will give the player six hours of rest time after defeating the boss, this does not mean that Thoroughly safe, after the first hour passes and the BOSS starts to reload, the minions that were wiped out along with it will also start to regenerate, and the time for them to reshape their bodies is much shorter than that of their masters.At this time, there must have been wandering ghosts near the White Tower. If it was normal, even going to the mall would be dangerous.

"Brother Qiu," the members of the regiment surrounded him and asked doubtfully, "Although Xianchong is number one in the world, but he is alone, can he do it?"

In the midst of his busy schedule, Qiu Boyi turned his head and saw that the slender figure of the man dragging his knife alone had long been submerged in the layers of eaves and the flowing mist that sometimes thickened and sometimes faded.When the day ends and the day rises, a few shimmering rays of light seep out of the lingering haze of the sky, against the rushing and collapsing torrent, he is like a knight who fought thousands of troops alone in ancient times, dressed in indifferent The dying morning light, and the edge a thousand times sharper than the morning light.

"That's number one in the world," Qiu Boyi lowered his voice, "Whoever matches will know!"

He Qin lightly tapped the black rope on the scabbard with his fingertips, and Wen Zheliu's phantom waved faintly on his shoulder like a pale blue ghost.

"It's too late to rescue the city gate, there are four hours left, and we won't be able to wait for everyone to evacuate." Wen Zheliu said.

"I'll let them wait until then." He Qin said, "If someone dies, they won't be able to play."

Wen Zheliu said: "It's true... the version of Ragnarok, the new players who have been dragged in will not be able to experience it world by world. The number of old players should be maintained as much as possible."

He changed the subject, looked at He Qin and said, "But brother, are you alright by yourself?"

He Qin asked: "Doubt your brother's strength, and want to be spanked? Don't worry, the nun can't control me now, she has her own business to attend to."

"Invading the world..." Wen Zheliu shook his head, "Look at what she means, she is not only trying to break through the firewall."

"Her ambition is indeed not to break through the firewall, not to mention, this thing has long been unable to stop her." He Qin narrowed his eyes, staring at the body of the mad angel in the distance, "Her real purpose is to make her If not, how can you be qualified to sit on the throne of Sanquan?"

During the chat, hundreds of evil spirits had opened their teeth and claws from the misty mist, and rushed towards the direction of the retreat of the large army!

With their bruised and upturned pupils, their hunched backs and withered arms hanging on the ground, they moved faster than a shower, and with a few flashes, they trailed behind a group of players who were running slowly.But they are fast, He Qin's blade is faster than them, shining brightly like the moon, and like the never-ending sun, the moment the light flashes, he has put the knife into the sheath, only the screaming ghosts, Broken and rolled in the surging mist.

"Is this her revenge?" Wen Zheliu asked.

"No," He Qin still smiled, "This is some self-inflicted consequences, some bitter wine brewed by arrogance, and some detours made by ambition and greed at any cost. Human history is not driven by these things Is it?"

There were more and more enemies, he and Wen Zheliu were chatting, poking and hacking at will with a knife, if the ghosts had disappeared, there would have been corpses as high as mountains piled up on the street in front of them.Wen Zheliu saw that he was still relaxed, so he asked, "Brother, does your knife have a name?"

He Qin said: "Yes, it's just that it's not yet the time for the swastika. I'll call your real name when the time comes."

Wen Zheliu: "...."

Taking advantage of the migration, Wen Zheliu fiddled and poked open the positioning devices of Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan. Du Zijun had already rushed to the second transfer station, and Xie Yuanyuan was still in a daze, looking for a way out in the dense fog .

"It's not right, it's really not right..." He set up a fire, with a sad face in the damp and cold fog, tearing up the grilled lobster to eat, "I've been wandering around for a few days, why haven't I even seen a ghost... "

Wen Zheliu comforted: "It's okay, if you watch us fight monsters, just watch the live broadcast."

"But I want to fight monsters by myself!" Xie Yuanyuan jumped up and smashed the lobster claws on the ground in grief and indignation. , it's too much!"

Du Zijun shook his red wine glass and sat gloating in the suspension car, "This is the retribution for not working hard. When it comes to a critical moment, you can't even judge the terrain. I think you have been in the top ten for so long."

Xie Yuanyuan scratched his hair and said frantically, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

He Qin didn't say anything teasing, he tilted his head and looked carefully at the dense fog around Xie Yuanyuan for a while, with the golden light of dawn flowing in his pupils.

"When I finish handling the matter of the fourth transfer station, I will rush to the second transfer station to meet up." He said, "At that time, we will go to you. Be vigilant and alert, and maintain the determination to fight at any time."

When he gave these words, he really looked like an emperor holding a seal staff in front of the battle, Xie Yuanyuan couldn't help but murmured.

"Now," he turned his head, looking at the large-scale army of ghosts rushing towards here like a flood of ashes mixed with blood, "it's time to get down to business."

Du Zijun adjusted his field of vision and stared at the vast and endless human players in the distance, and couldn't help but marvel: "Six hours, now there are four hours and 13 minutes left, and there are still so many people. Hua Ying from the Inquisition of Heresy is not very talented." Well, why don't you repair the door and expand the crack a little, so it won't be so slow."

"Who knows how to repair the gate that connects the two worlds," Wen Zheliu said, "Besides, since they arrived here, they have been fighting with mad angels non-stop. There is no time to think about it."

Xie Yuanyuan muttered, "You've become smarter, and you know how to seize the high ground first."

He Qin's golden eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the white tower surrounded by mad angels.

"It's really smart." He pushed the blade out with his thumb. "It buried its core in the center of the White Tower, and strengthened its connection with the White Tower through death and refresh again and again. It is difficult for ordinary players to find out. Even if you find it, you don’t know how to drive it out.”

There are thousands of ghosts rushing roaring ahead, Wen Zheliu didn't have time to ask questions curiously, the moon ring between his fingers burst out with anxious light, he hurriedly said: "Be careful!"

He Qin smiled, raised his knife, and then jumped up, hearing that the holographic image of Zhe Liu flickered in the mist of different shades at the same time as the fixed point changed.The man tilted his head slightly, his lips gently opened and closed, and brushed against the young boy's cheek, which was uncertain in light and shade in the void.

"Don't worry."

The bright light swirls like sea waves, the bursting frenzy and silence, killing and sparks tear the misty twilight into a vast expanse of whiteness!

Another wave of ghosts was destroyed, Xie Yuanyuan squeezed the time and said: "There are still four hours and nine minutes."

Like believers on a pilgrimage, the team kept moving forward at the speed of a snow-capped mountain step by step. Richardson took off his hood, a crystal ball floated in front of him, and his red hair fluttered and burned in the wind. His voice was solemn and deep: "Speed ​​up again!"

"It can't be any faster!" Li Jiuniang grabbed the green scorpion that was crawling around in her hand, and impatiently stuffed it into her white and plump chest, "Even if we use the binding method, we can only pass ten people at a time, and the transmission is still fast." It takes time, it’s really hard to do!”

"Pei Mang." Richardson called the ghost Xiu by name.

Guixiu looked at Qing Cang's face, and heard the German say: "Go to Huaying now and ask him if he can temporarily widen the door. If not, you don't have to come back and tell me, just go to the door and let me know. Ten thousand ghost formations. After six hours, if there are still people who have not had time to leave, I want you to block the ghost army that suddenly respawned at the door in the first 10 minutes."

Ghost Xiu turned into a cloud of pitch-black blood mist, instantly rose from the ground, and headed to the other side.

Li Jiuniang frowned, letting the scorpion move its sharp limbs and struggle on her delicate skin, "President, are you... worried about the promise of number one in the world?"

"I don't dare to worry about his promise." Richardson said calmly, "But he is only one person after all, and he doesn't know how to clone himself. I have to make sure everything is safe."

He looked at his watch and said softly, "There are still three hours, 54 minutes."

"What, what?" Hua Ying raised his head while maintaining order, grinning at Pei Mang, who showed a face in the black mist, "Xiumen? You, do you know what you're talking about?"

Pei Mang: "Is it difficult to repair the door?"

Huaying: "It, it's not a question of whether it's difficult or not, it's really that kind, that kind of rare kind, it... well, let me tell you, it's impossible! It's easy to destroy and difficult to rebuild , the field of space and neural data transitions cannot be controlled by just making a tin man. You are like asking the natives of the cyberpunk world to engage in the quantum mechanics of the Alliance of Reconstruction. If I can fix it, it will not be called hell Yes, I am a ghost!"

Pei Mang: "...Oh."

Hua Ying vetoed this whimsical proposal, and continued to maintain order breathlessly, shouting at the top of his voice: "Ai ai ai! There are still four... no, three hours and 43 minutes! Don't squeeze, don't fucking step on it ! Under your feet is someone else's protective shield, not a coffin board!"

The blades are criss-crossed, and He Qin is like a god walking among them, sending down the thunder and sharpness of the judgment.

"Ah, most of the mad angels have grown up!" Xie Yuanyuan exclaimed in novelty, "Wow... vomit, it's disgusting..."

Dense eyeballs gathered on the chest and abdomen of the black goat, like thousands of living blood tumors, twirling crazily.

"Aren't you going to stop watching?" Du Zijun put the wine glass aside, "Take it easy, the talent is two-thirds gone, and there are only two hours and 10 minutes left."

Like a shepherd waving his stick, He Qin is also driving away more and more evil spirits, but the shepherd drives the sheep to drive them to a place with abundant water and grass, while He Qin drives the evil spirits to drive them to annihilation. The empty country.No matter how many evil spirits spewed over one after another, he would all return with a knife.

At this moment when he was about to regain his new life, the wild angel roared: "You lowly ants, how did you touch the body of God! Don't run away!"

It roared furiously, and its eyeballs radiated thousands of scorching rays to its surroundings. Only the goat's hooves were still translucent and empty, waiting to trample on the ground around the white tower.

He Qin seemed to be bored, he took out the lightning rod from his backpack, stuck it on the roof as he walked, let the thunder in the sky automatically smash the endless evil spirits, and jumped to the top of the tallest building near the White Tower. At the top of the building, he sat cross-legged, put the knife across his knees, looked at the mad angel at a close distance, and shouted: "Hey."

His voice was not loud, but like a small arrow, it was extremely sharp and pierced into the giant's ear very quickly, immediately causing the furious Mad Angel to close his lips and turn his head to look for the source of the sound.

"You..." The mad angel leaned down, his smooth face was snow-white, it was a carved marble angel statue, covering half of the sky mammothly, "It's...you!"

In a world where millions of players travel, He Qin is the only player who can cut off its five fingers.

"It's me," He Qin said lazily, "If you are put here as a watchdog, the holy nun thinks you are useless again?"

Unexpectedly, Mad Angel was not angry.

"My lord's wisdom is unmatched, and any decision made by my lord contains the motto of all things." It replied prudently, "Human beings, don't struggle to the death."

Xie Yuanyuan pressed in a low voice: "I've only heard of the word tragic..."

"What did she say?" He Qin smiled, "Did she say that when you see me, you'd better stay away and don't talk too much?"

"Arrogance!" The mad angel shouted loudly, roaring like thunder, "What arrogance, the head of the original sin of mankind is called arrogance! And you, the strongest among ants, you are really the head of arrogance, and you are even more unforgivable! , The evil is monstrous!"

He Qin stood up, and casually dusted the dust off his pants.

"It looks like you're about to refresh."

The mad angel raised his arms high, making a posture ready to attack.

"Let me introduce," He Qin patted the scabbard, "the name of the knife that killed you today is only two words, snap your fingers. It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just remember, it is the fastest knife in the world That's it."

Then, he drew his saber and swung it forward flatly.

One flick of the fingers is twenty moments, one moment is twenty thoughts, one thought is twenty breaths, and one breath is sixty moments.

—In an instant, there are nine hundred births and deaths.