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Su Mingan was still worried about what to do if these players were running around. He didn't expect them to get together and really offered him a chance.

...this is really a group of likable players.

At this moment, Wang Chaoze's arrogant face became a little cute.

"Su Ming'an." Wang Chaoze raised his eyebrows: "You didn't hunt us down immediately, but went to various locations to read the plot... That's why you failed, you look down on us too much!"

Su Mingan was surprised. He didn't expect that among the top players on the list, there would still be such players who can draw hatred. He was simply the standard brainless villain written in the novel.

Maybe it's because the other party has been suppressed for too long.

If the player is on the farm for a long time, his mind will also be confused. He heard that the embarrassing scene of Wang Chaoze dancing with pigs has spread all over the forums, and was talked about by good people, and even went on a hot search on the World Forum.

The hashtag #王朝泽， Pig Dancer# has been regulated by others. It is really immoral. It is estimated that even if Wang Chaoze wins a game here, he will not be able to get rid of the name of the pig in the future.

Take Aini as an example, his code name is related to "Fire Controller" and "The Profound Truth of Fire", Mizushima Chuankong is the name of "The Judge Black Cat, the fifth player of the pinnacle" and so on, it is Dynasty's turn. Ze, the first thing people think of is "Dancing Pig"... Does this keep him from going crazy?

"By the way, Su Ming'an, Adolf asked me to give you a message." Sirius said next to him.

Perhaps because he thought the ending was set, he didn't even say provocative words. He felt that the first player just made a mistake and gave them a chance to win.

"Huh?" Su Ming'an still remembered the name Adolf, who was a top player in the early game of the world.

"He said he was sorry he didn't lend a hand in the United regiment," Sirius said.

"Oh." After listening to Sirius' words, Su Mingan didn't react.

The thing Sirius said was a long time ago, it should be... After the Second World, Edron and Edward and others imprisoned him, which made Adolf, who was a bystander, apologetic. However, whether this person is really apologetic, or whether he is forced to bow his head because of Su Mingan's current status, it has nothing to do with the current situation.

That was... too far away.

"Okay, okay, I'm done talking. Let's end it now." Leslie said, thinking of the tragic appearance of Margaret's curse just now, she wanted to go back to the airtight building as soon as possible.

Sirius nodded towards Su Mingan and took out a submachine gun: "Sorry."

They're about to go.

For this kind of behavior of besieging and beating at the danger of others, they have adapted well, and some people have already set their sights on Sibel who is in a coma, wanting to see if this is the legendary first guide.

"It's okay." Su Mingan said with a smile, "I'm the one who should say sorry."

He held out his hand.

"superior!"

Seeing this, Wang Chaoze immediately drew his long sword and rushed over.

A sharp sword energy shot out, rolling up a leaf rain, as if a dark giant sword was breaking out of the farmland.

Beside him, the leader "Sword Master" Zhao Zhuoqi drew his sword synchronously, and one after another, the cold sword light like a silver dragon soared. Looks quite imposing.

Leslie and Sirius also started at the same time. They knew that although the five-fold bonus of the Nine Gods Ghost had been erased, Su Mingan himself was stronger than them. They only relied on the advantage of the number of six people, and their respective leaders were not weak, so they dared to come to play a group.

They all noticed that Sibel on the ground was not hurt. After all, they guessed that this person might be related to the first guide, but they didn't know why he fell into a coma. If Su Mingan died, they might still sign a contract with her.

Facing the six people who rushed up, Su Ming'an saw the desire in their eyes very clearly through the light of the soul stone.

These are the people who stand at the top of the world. But in front of him, they were chasing his shadow like a group of beasts chasing desire.

...it's almost become an obsession.

Su Mingan raised his hand.

A subtle white cross light lingered on his fingertips, and he heard a faint sound of wind when he delivered the blow.

"call……"

His ten fingers shrank, the front movement was completed, and the wind suddenly rose.

This time, he injected two-thirds of his mana.

When several people saw this, the Eight Immortals immediately crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers.

They were all very familiar with this skill of Su Mingan, and they could calculate his maximum attack range with their eyes closed. With the flickering of displacement skills and props, they tacitly avoided the most central vibration drop position, and each jumped to the "safe" zone.

If this is an ordinary situation, the position of these top players can be described as "perfect", like a team of players who jointly attack around the dungeon boss in the game. If he fights with Su Mingan in a normal state, he might be avoided.

... However, Su Ming'an's current state is not normal at all.

It can even be described as "outrageous".

"Crackling."

A small crackling sound rang out at this moment.

At the moment when this voice sounded, Su Mingan's palm was pointed in the direction, whether it was a wooden house, farmland, corn, leaves or stones... all fell into a strange stagnation for a moment.

Chao Ze, who charged with a sword light, Leslie who activated the flashing jump skill, Sirius who forcibly moved with the strange recoil of the gun, and their three floating guides... were all involved in this silence. among.

The greedy, joyful, solemn, or plain expressions on their faces were synchronously frozen, as if they were pulled into a quiet oil painting.

After that, everything moved from stillness.

Like a large spoon reaching out from the sky, stirring the porridge made by this farmland. Everything around, instantly twists, fluctuates, bursts, and transpires.

In front of Su Ming'an's eyes, the peaceful scene was erased like a gouache painting, and melted like water stained with ink.

The mercenaries rushing over, the swordsmen walking with their swords drawn, the woman with tear moles gathering light waves in her hands, and the guides around them with different rays of light...

Their faces and bodies collapsed and shattered in Su Ming'an's field of vision, like being crushed by a falling boulder.

"boom!"

A loud bang.

The shattered vision, like a shattered mirror, was shockingly displayed in front of his eyes.

In front of him, the blood burst, the flesh was blurred, the bones of the people made a sour squeak, and the hard armor and weapons were completely crushed by this one blow, just like the ground beans burst open.

The bright red blood exploded on the ground, mixed with the pale bones, and sank into the black mud, like a massacre that was going on.

After the loud noise, there was silence.

The area in front of Su Ming'an was dented out of thin air, and the blood and earth colors were glued together, and it was impossible to see which tissue was left behind by people.

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded at this moment.

Even after watching the live broadcast for so long, people have never seen such outrageous skill effects. Even the high-explosive bombs of the former player, the blaster Yulia, are not so terrifying in scope and destructive power.

This is simply... a kind of missile strike.

[I, rely on...] They couldn't stop sighing, and all kinds of exclamation marks filled the barrage.

【What level of destruction is this? 】

[Wori, who said players can’t compete with hot weapons? I feel that this is already comparable to a missile, but the range is almost there. 】

[The game has only been started for more than three months, and it has already shown such destructive power. If the game is over, what kind of strength do these top players have to become... Humanoid nuclear bombs? Land leveler? I'm afraid that even a nuclear strike will not sanction it. 】

[I'm starting to worry about the situation after the game ends. The so-called one-man army seems to be possible. 】

[That's still far away, shouldn't we be happy for the strength of the first player? This shows that as long as he doesn't die, sooner or later he will be so strong. 】

[Laughing to death. When you are enslaved by those top players like a dog a year later, you will have a sense of crisis. The weak eat the strong, do you not understand nature? Once the strength of the individual is higher than that of the collective, it is definitely a disaster. People are perceptual, the collective is rational, and the world must not be left to individuals to judge. 】

[No, which one is the other, it's only been three months, and you still don't know the fate of the road ahead, you start to worry about the post-war situation... Let's think about the threat of high-dimensional creatures first. 】

[Classic, the classic part of human infighting, anyway, I think this is pretty good, I would also like to be treated as a dog by the first player (dog head.jpg)]

【Come and enslave me! I just like being enslaved hhhhhh (sudden illness)]

【…】

After seeing Su Ming'an's destructive power, some people already felt the crisis.

Among them, the United Group is even more so. At this moment, they were sitting in the conference room watching the live broadcast, already frowning and bowing their heads, recording something in the book in front of them.

"...This level of destruction is too exaggerated." This was the emotion of Marjorie of the Intelligence Department of the United Mission. She adjusted her glasses and her eyes were a little melancholy.

The world is changing too fast, and their footsteps have been a little behind.

"Perhaps, we should take the post-game pattern into our current consideration." This is the thinking of Andrew, the deputy head of the joint regiment.

"Agree, we need a certain system and moral appeal to guide or control powerful players, otherwise it will inevitably lead to a disaster." This is the suggestion of Chief of Staff Ashkel.

"...Is there really no need to win over the first player? He can help us build this pattern well." This is the proposal of Kairosa, a volunteer representative of Blue Land Hospital, who is a pacifist who yearns for beauty .

"...This is a double-edged sword. If he refuses to accept control in the end, it will be a devastating blow to the prestige we have finally built up. People today still need our organization and help."

"..."

"Let's consider Elland and Derrick. At least, they are both top players who can be controlled, and their relationship is suitable."

"The gap between us and adventure players has grown wider and wider..."

"However, it is impossible for us to let go of the alliance and go to the end of the game to participate in the game. The right people do the right things, and the concept that Su Ming'an once said is also correct. I think we will keep the status quo and strengthen the relationship with the adventurers. The union of people, treating them as stars and weapons, giving them enough honors, and freedom that is not completely open is the best plan for everyone to go on better and faster together..."

"..."

Such discussions were staged in conference rooms all over the world of the Lord God.

They are separated by a screen and a whole world, analyzing the top players who are fighting in another world, trying to find ways to make the world a better place.

Parks, taverns, teahouses, movie theaters, and other leisure places gather casual players who don’t know how to hold record books, tables, and data books, trying to make suggestions on the personal development of the top players. Even the viewers who only know how to post barrage and silly music, every bit of live broadcast popularity they contribute will eventually be collected into the live broadcast settlement points of the top players.

Although the importance of these audiences is insignificant compared to other identities of players.

Everyone seems to be constantly working hard for a "beautiful" and future during the period when the peak world was opened.

But Su Ming'an, who was separated from them by a world, who was really at the forefront and gathered their eyes, withdrew his hand.

He walked towards the broken corpses of the top players.

Under the terrifying space vibration just now, these players have become bloody, bones and flesh and blood are mixed together, the scene looks extremely terrifying, and it does not require special effects to be a horror movie directly.

He possessed himself, picking up the equipment they had dropped.

A hand full of blood and minced flesh suddenly grabbed his ankle at this moment. The owner of this hand was Leslie, whose face had been twisted and broken.

Her lower body turned into a pool of blood and mud, which looked very terrifying, but she was lucky to not die. I don't know if it was because of her ability to continue, or because of her strong vitality.

She grabbed Su Ming'an's ankle and exerted her strength, the corners of her eyes were still filled with tears from the pain.

Her hands trembled, her mouth full of blood opened, and a broken voice came out of her mouth:

"It's... not fair..."

Before she died ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, she wanted to understand why this happened. The bonus rules of this shrine would also change due to the change of the participant's identity.

It must be because there are special factors in Su Ming'an that cause the contrast of his strength bonus before and after.

She originally thought that they were winning this time, and the desired victory was within reach. The "playing mistake" of the first player in this round seemed to be a stepping stone to their reputation.

But she didn't expect that this was actually intentional.

They were at the gate of heaven, and as soon as they saw the light, they stepped into hell,

The first player...isn't it really invincible? Why does everyone who stands in front of him end in failure?

It's simply... not fair.

Her blood-stained hands gradually became powerless to let go, and her eyelids slowly closed.