"Wait a minute." George interrupted Laite's impulse, "I just thought about it, Laite's analysis may be reasonable, although it is not necessarily that God will make any 'conspiracy' for us, at least... if it is a test
If so, I can't take risks with the future managers of 'Paradise', our young people with great potential. After all, I am a dying person..."
As he spoke, George sighed deeply, but before he finished exhaling his breath, he began to cough violently.
His face turned red from holding back, and he bent down and struggled on the spot for a long time. Then George slowly calmed down his breathing and said in a hoarse voice:
"Back off, Laite. If nothing happens to me, you don't have to worry about what happens after entering the God's Realm. We have passed through the levels one after another. After the flying yellow sand recedes, the follow-up committee and the escort team will
Soldiers will easily come in to support us... If I die, remember to 'reconstruct' me in the 'paradise' space and let me experience the legendary feeling of 'resurrection', haha."
After he finished speaking, George pulled Lai behind him, stretched out his right palm, and tried to slap him hard.
boom!
Just when his palm was about to touch the number "5" engraved in the middle of the stone slab, a gunshot was heard from behind him.
Immediately, the unforgettable pain in his right arm was transmitted to his brain. When he looked down, his arm had been blown away, and the broken wound became a lake of flesh and blood, and there was even a trace of burning smell mixed with putrid smell.
No need to guess too hard, it must have been Pusev who fired the shot.
Among the Empire's standard pistols, only the "Crazy Bear" series has similar effects. Civilian organizations have always had low military levels and weak capabilities. They are also unable to control towns with industrial value and cannot even build factories with complete systems. Naturally, there is no
Such a powerful pistol is nothing more than a rocket launcher. But there is one exception, the "Lone Wolf Society" led by Pusev. The empire not only acquiesced in their opening of underground factories, but also provided them with many "sub-value raw materials" intentionally or unintentionally.
Help them build weapons and complete some of the empire's strategic goals.
Therefore, their "Lone Wolf" series of pistols are as powerful as the "Bear", and even better in terms of ammunition capacity and accuracy.
George, who understood instantly, quickly turned around, awkwardly picked up his gun with his left hand, pointed it unsteadily in Pusef's direction, and said angrily:
"What are you doing, Pusef!"
"I said that the 'price' this time must be borne by Laite. If you help him, you are making an enemy of me!" Pusev shouted hysterically.
The bursts of pain in his eye sockets have been tormenting him. The "necessary sacrifice" endured by the interpretation of the third stone tablet has caused his spirit to gradually collapse. The more pain he feels, the angrier he becomes, and the angrier the emotions in his brain become.
Many negative emotions will be amplified without limit until they are induced to make impulsive actions.
There is no doubt that George was also frightened by Pusev's sudden attack, but the anger of losing his arm in an instant allowed him to retain some sense.
He did not shoot, but confronted Pusev and advised:
"Put down the gun. It's me. He has power that neither you nor I can achieve. This is what is needed for 'Paradise'. Wake up, Pusev. You and I both know one thing, but we both remain
With the tacit understanding of 'see through, don't speak out', if we all fall out, do you think we can still live?"
"I don't care!" Pusef shouted:
"No matter what, the fourth code must be pressed. I don't care whether he is a god or a devil, a strong man or a coward. Even if he wants to pierce my chest with his tentacles, I will shoot him with a gun before that."
Blast his head. Laite..."
Pusef turned the muzzle of his gun, pointed it at Laite, and said in a commanding tone:
"Press it! Password! I want to personally supervise you and watch your hand press the number '5' with my own eyes. I want to see what price you will pay for my eyeball! Hurry up!"
Seeing the nearly crazy Pusef, Laite naturally didn't want to have any more conflicts with this lunatic. He sighed, pressed down George's hand that was holding the gun, and said:
"I'll go. This is what I am willing to do. After pressing the four-block code, there is a high probability that the door will be opened. When I see the 'Daughter of Tool Yuan' later, I will also ask her carefully about my secrets.
.You have goals, I have doubts. Our goals ultimately lead to the same result, just like countless rivers that merge into the 'central lake'. Now Brett is dead, Moros is dead, Feng, Sai
, and 'Fansou', whom I had just met, is also dead. Life and death are just two cruel and very ordinary words to me now. Living is nothing more than enduring rounds of countless pains.
, death is not a kind of relief."
"Mr. George, if I have to give something as a 'price', I don't want God to take away part of my body. I hope he takes all of my life so that I can end this lingering nightmare.
"
Laite said, lowering his eyes and feeling a sore nose. After sobbing for a while, he quickly wiped away the remaining tears in the corners of his eyes and walked steadily, like a fully armed human being in the first era who was about to fight the dragons and fight on the battlefield.
The pace of a warrior.
Winter! Winter! Winter! Winter!
The steps of his heavy boots on the floor coincidentally coincided with the beat of his heart.
Stopping, Laite looked at the changing slate on Wingutes's chest, mustered up his courage, and slapped the number "5" heavily on the area representing "adventure".
Suddenly, the ground began to shake violently, and the huge door clearly visible on the stairs not far away shook violently, and countless dust and fine stones continued to fall to the ground from above.
But unfortunately, after the vibration stopped, several people discovered that the door only opened a small gap.
Even so, the subtle brilliance revealed inside, which is incompatible with the surrounding dark space, is still exciting enough.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Laite, continue!" Pusev held the gun against the back of Laite's head and ordered:
"It must be caused by lack of strength. Surge your red magic power! Surge your red magic power!"
Fearing that Pusef would do something drastic and hurt him and George beside him, Laite chose to do it despite the threat.
Silently reciting the incantation for spirit formation, Laite surged the power within his body in this "underground Laputa" palace for the last time.
In an instant, a red light appeared on his right hand, as if it had been coated with a layer of luminous paint.
Immediately, the light shattered and transformed into a number of spark-like light spots. They spread, gathered, spread again, and gathered again in an organized manner, and finally dispersed completely in a dance-like flying motion, all floating to the top of the palace.
Suddenly, Laite felt that there was a lake in front of him.
He thought it was because his red magic source power was overdrawn, causing his body to suffer from ischemia and falling into a weak state, resulting in blurred vision.
But after a strong sense of transparency emanated from his brain and spread throughout his body, this wrong guess was self-defeating.
As the brain becomes clearer and "brighter", the surrounding space quickly changes from a state that was barely dimmed by relying on the "Eternal Light" flashlight, to a state as white and holy as if one were in heaven.
Everything just now turned into countless tiny particles. With the invisible, unknowable, elusive, and unseen airflow, they were carried away into the distance. Only a huge piece of writing was left in front of Laite.
A huge scroll with the word "5" and the ancient Zine Empire text "Adventure".
Gradually, the numbers and words began to become distorted, like paintings of great artistic value by abstract artists at the peak of their "inspiration".
In less than five seconds, a scene that made him feel horrified appeared on the scroll.
"Could it be that...this is an image representing the 'adventure' sequence?"
Laite stared at the painting painted with various colors of paint, his eyes wide open and bulging, and the black eyes seemed to be about to overflow from his eye sockets and roll to the ground.
His soul seemed to be "arrested" and "bound" by the painting, holding his body fixed in place, unable to move at all.
He saw a city, a city in war and about to be destroyed.
The muddy and broken city ground was covered with blood and red flames. Desperate people knelt down and screamed. The tall buildings representing the city itself were broken by artillery fire and would soon fall apart under the cold wind.
The sky is divided into two by a red line, with the curtain symbolizing day on the left and the scroll representing the long night on the right; the "Heavenly Punishment" symbolizing the wrath of the gods is falling in mid-air in an attempt to completely destroy decay, pain, chaos and struggle.
However, looking toward the center of the painting, Laite actually spotted a young man.
He has white hair, a pair of glasses on his head, and his dressing style is very much like that of a Western Continent adventurer.
At this moment, he stood tall and straight, raised his right hand, and summoned a barrier of earth-yellow light, trying to prevent the disaster by himself.
Unfortunately, there was a rifle behind him pointed directly at his head, and the trigger had already been pulled.
Within a few seconds, Laite's brain came up with an interpretation of the picture depicting "adventure."
"War is cruel, and it is the beginning of the destruction of everything. As long as this machine is started, everything will not stop, but will develop towards the worst ending. The gods were angry that the war disturbed their 'sweet dreams', and sent down 'God's Punishment'
Trying to annihilate everything, the young man guided by his mission mobilized his strength in an attempt to compete with the gods and save mankind on the verge of destruction. But what he didn't know was that human nature is twisted, the human heart is sinister, and the existence he desperately protects is dying.
His life."
"Is this the meaning of 'adventure'? Doing it knowing that you can't do it, knowing that there is an abyss ahead but still moving forward, even if you are hurt by the thing you are protecting, but still following your inner voice without hesitation and moving forward...? Sure enough... enough
Sadly, I think the last password I deciphered from the stone tablet was 'No. 5: Adventure', perhaps it was a hint or warning from the Creator to me."
"The unjust war between human beings symbolizes the war in the picture. The 'heavenly punishment' sent by the gods is the 'unintentional virus'. The adventurer boy may be the combination of countless warriors who save mankind from dangerous situations. The truth behind that
Rifles must be a concentrated expression of the countless "bad qualities" of human beings. This...should also express the gods' disappointment in human beings. This kind of race full of conspiracy, harm and evil should not exist on the mainland. Sooner or later we will become extinct.
It’s in your own hands.”
Thinking of this, Laite sighed heavily and shook his head. He didn't know whether it was a sigh for the fate of mankind or a pity for himself.
Immediately afterwards, a ball of flame suddenly appeared from the middle of the scroll. It was like a beast that devoured everything, annihilating all the scrolls in an instant, leaving no residue.
Immediately, ancient stone pillars rose from the ground, and towering buildings continued to appear in the distance. A dark curtain quickly fell in the sky, and countless stars began to emerge from it, and then quickly extinguished.
Looking up at the curtain, Laite felt as if he was looking at the boundless, brilliant, mysterious and unpredictable universe. It seemed that if he stared seriously, the Creator who was sleeping in his nightmare would wake up and come to him.
Gradually, the white mist began to quietly float around his body, instantly "engulfing" the dark curtains, ancient buildings, and everything in his sight.
A hangover-like feeling lingered around his body, making him temporarily forget the stars, universe, buildings and scrolls he had just seen. He felt that his body was tightly bound by an inexplicable force, unable to move.
We will all fall into darkness, no one can be redeemed, no one can be forgiven, the bells of repentance will ring, and what mankind will receive will no longer be mercy, but destruction.
Only persistent and strong human beings can keep moving forward and prevent tragedy; cowardly and humble existences can only kneel down and accept the burning of the flames.
The dull sound of the whistle appeared in Laite's ears at an untimely moment like a death knell. The mournful cry was frightening and lingering.
When the sound disappeared, the space around Laite became clear again, and his five senses finally returned to normal.
"Whirring whirring……"
Breathing heavily, beads of sweat continued to fall from Laite's forehead. He didn't know whether everything just happened was a dream or the result of the resonance between the power of the red magic source and the power of the gods.
He held his hands on a smooth stone slab that had no words on it, and looked around.
He saw George squatting on the ground, gasping weakly, his face spattered with blood, and Pusev, who had been penetrated by several dark tentacles and scarlet vines, and had lost his life.
"What happened? He... Pusef, was he attacked by something?" Laite asked with a look of disbelief.
"Ah, yes, they were attacked." George said nonchalantly, looking forward with unfocused eyes, "That was the 'price' of the last stone tablet, the 'fall before dawn' mentioned in the literature." George
He moved his body slightly and said in a weak, hoarse voice:
"After entering the fourth password just now, the characters on the slate disappeared completely, and the 'forbidden door' leading to the divine realm was also successfully opened. But you were briefly controlled by the remaining power of the slate, and your red demon
The source power gave birth to those tentacles and vines under the influence of the power of the gods."
"They penetrated Pusef's head, eye sockets, throat, heart, abdomen and thighs, and quickly sucked his blood, causing him to roar crazily and unwillingly 'bear' death. That madman... might as well die.
, otherwise it would be a disaster to enter the paradise. But come here..." George wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, pressed it to his wet red heart, lowered his head sadly and said:
"You see, this is God...the power of God to suppress everything. Your road ahead is still long. Maybe you will accept 'Paradise', maybe you will never...never recognize our ideas. But these are no longer important.
Already..."
"My painful, dark life is finally coming to an end, and it's time for me to meet my wife who has been in the 'Kingdom of Heaven' for more than thirty years."