Lu raised his head and stared at the sky of the First Tribe.

Beside him were Bei Wang and Angelica. They had escaped from the First Tribe and were very far away from the square...

But despite this, the sight that could be seen by the entire dome was still shocking.

The poisonous rain drifted, and the sky and the earth were hazy, as if there were countless terrifying creatures hiding in the darkness and roaring.

The ocean-like dark tentacles flowed under the sky, gloomy, disgusting, and evil. Just looking at them made people dizzy.

Like an isolated island, a white figure is dotted in the darkness and will be swallowed by the dark tide at any time.

"...It's too exaggerated." Lu muttered to himself.

He once thought that this dungeon was just a competitive dungeon to compete for the Silver Star. As for its plot, it was not important. It was just a battle of faith between two gods.

But now, the first player tells them with facts that if they don't participate in the plot, the team will really be destroyed in the end.

The top players, who have always been good at guiding the plot, now can only watch the plot unfold.

"We have to help Su Mingan." Angelica said: "This is a boss battle. If he dies, Qiongdi will be destroyed."

She turned her head to the side and saw that Beiwang had begun to retching. Even at such a distance, the negative impact of the tentacles was still very serious.

"...I can't help." Lu said with an ugly face: "It's no use even if we go there, we'll feel dizzy just by looking at him."

"Then I'm leaving." Angelica said simply: "Commit suicide."

...She thought that if there was no chance of winning, it would be better to leave early to prevent being alienated. Their mental state was already very bad.

This eighth world... is simply a scam, tricking players like them into coming in to kill. Many people have been irreparably harmed.

She didn't know why the first player persisted. Even if he failed, his strength would not be wiped out. He might as well save the state and fight again in a later copy.

Doesn't he know that this is an ineffective behavior that uses up his energy in advance?

"By the way. Angelica suddenly said: "Lu, your Peak Alliance, can you take me with you?"

"Are you also interested? I remember that you are from Noel. There is a high probability that the first player will not invite Noel to join the alliance."

"Noel will convince him." Angelica said: "With Lu Shu no longer standing in the way, the estrangement between them will actually not be difficult to remove..."

"Huh, huh..."

Mizushima Kawakora climbed out of the cave with difficulty and saw a doomsday scene in the sky.

Her legs had been cut off by Noriji before, making it difficult to move. She dragged the blackened half of her legs to crawl out, and the purifying power of the white flames had begun to destroy her nerves.

She frowned, a layer of black mist clinging to her palms, and she neatly cut open the leg meat that retained the white flame energy.

She looked towards the sky.

The white tentacles are like white islands standing in the torrent, colliding with the black tentacles that stand like mountain peaks.

"...Is he really going to become a god? Bai Shen, Bai Shen?" She murmured: "Hasn't he noticed that his name has disappeared?"

The people under the sky raised their heads and stared at the scene on the sky.

It is very similar to the situation where Bai Shen blocked the Curse of the Sky five years ago.

Five years ago, the Bai gods they believed in also appeared in this posture, blocking the disaster that could destroy them.

"Mom, look, it's daybreak..." The big, silly Changsheng carrying an ax hid in a stone house on the edge of the square, with a childlike smile on his face.

His hand was pressed against the back of the old woman's neck, and the power of the curse was passed between blood relatives and passed into her skinny body.

"Chang Sheng, don't let go, let's continue playing games..." the old woman comforted softly.

The judge Diansi raised a blazing white flame and burned down the poisonous rain that was pouring down.

"Pray for Lord Baishen quickly one by one!" he shouted to the panicked people.

He knows the importance of faith, and now that Lord Bai is coming again, he will not let Him die like a flash in the pan.

Noel, who had already torn off her long skirt, rushed into the tunnel and ran in one direction.

At the edge of the jungle, Teacher Fang, who was leading a group of children, adjusted his glasses and softly comforted them. Similar scenes occurred in every corner of the dome.

Outside the screen, tens of millions of nervous viewers watched the final scene.

Some people are cheering, some are full of confidence, some are full of worries, and some are full of malice looking forward to the ending of the group destruction.

The major sections of the forum, the discussion area, and the world chat area are filled with all kinds of heated discussions. This copy contains too much information, and it is the first hundred-man war held, attracting the attention of the world.

[It took eight days to make a comeback against the odds. Is the number one player really invincible?] [—A peak competition enters the final stage! Players at the top of the list are facing team destruction??] [Several surviving players gave up the game and chose to commit suicide and were eliminated. Alienation

What does it mean? The fangs of the world dungeon are beginning to show. How can we maintain mental stability?] [How will the battle between the two gods end? Can the sky be saved? Will the first player who gets the Baishen job be separated from the human race?

Category?] [—A discussion on the possibility of the reincarnation theory of the World Game!] [— Theory of an era change, is this really the first time the World Game is held?] […] Various theories, in major parks,

Pubs and movie theaters in the square were spread everywhere, and everywhere they looked, they were crowded and extremely lively.

The theory of gods and beliefs in the sky and the theory of epoch change are reminiscent of the high-dimensional creatures in the world game and the pattern of today's human beings.

Some experts and commentators believe that as the world copy progresses, some of the fog of truth will gradually be revealed.

They firmly believe that as time goes by and with human wisdom and creativity, sooner or later they will discover the secret behind this game.

Outside the sky, the curse of living creatures calmed down again because it lost the inspiration of Nine Gods.

The tentacles that were massacring the people outside the stone castle were also forcibly pulled back into the blue barrier of two people.

The invitation from the high tower prevented God Jiu from massacring his people.

And under the barrier of the tower’s invitation,

It is a life-and-death duel between the black and white gods, arguing over the theory of the era.

In front of Su Ming'an, the black tentacles have grown into a big tree that towers over the sky. The tentacles are wrapped and covered one by one, forming layers of bark outside the big tree. And God Jiu is looking at it coldly from the center of the tree.

he.

Due to the forced duel effect of the tower's invitation, he could no longer attack those people, and his attack target could only be Su Ming'an within the invitation barrier.

"Every time at the end of an era, when I want to destroy them, there will always be people like you who don't care about life and death who want to stop me." Jiu Shen said.

"You underestimate the weight of a civilization." Su Mingan said: "The origin, birth, development, and destruction of a civilization have their own destiny. Even if the world dies because of it, it is what it should be. At the cost of the destruction of all living beings in the previous era,

To start the next era, ignore the wishes of living beings, it is just your wish as a god."

"Whoa!"

Jiu Shen stopped talking, and python-like tentacles rushed towards him. Su Mingan held up the barrier with one hand to protect himself.

“Bang—!“

The tentacles smashed out several spider web-like cracks, but his barrier was not broken by a single blow.

After this blow, Su Mingan confirmed that Jiu Shen's strength had not fully recovered.

Even if Xiber provided him with faith during repeated reincarnations, after all, it was only the power of one person. God Jiu woke up in a hurry now because he was afraid that Su Mingan would become a god and wanted to eliminate the threat. He was actually not in the best condition.

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Facing the overwhelming tentacles, Su Mingan held on to the barrier to count the seconds and began to change states.

The maneuverability of the shadow state is too poor, the spatial displacement is difficult to spread between the tentacles, and the spatial vibration is also difficult to deal with.

Jiu Shen with 4500 combat power causes effective damage. In this case, it is better to switch to a clear state with sufficient physical strength and strength, focus on defense, and look for opportunities.

As soon as the five-second reading state passed, he clearly felt the great improvement in various physical qualities. The blessing of swordsmanship expertise was already in place. He glanced below and saw that none of the tribesmen actually ran away. On the contrary, they knelt down in unison.

, closed his eyes, and prayed in a low voice, as if dragging the entire square into a solemn, solemn, and sacred atmosphere.

Once upon a time, the emergence of belief rules broke people's derogatory concept of daydreaming.

Because it seems that as long as the fantasy is serious enough and the belief is pious enough, people can really realize their "fantasy".

As a result, the people in the sky enjoyed themselves, and even formed a ruling class of "daydreaming", praying rituals,

Sacrificial methods, tribal beliefs, and pride in this.

Now it seems that all this is not worthless.

—This is a unique way of survival in the world.

Different from modern people who advocate scientific concepts, Qiongdi people regard faith as an ordinary thing like eating and drinking water. It is inseparable from their spirit and is a full part of their being as human beings.

Maybe they will be manipulated, used by people with intentional intentions, and labeled as ignorant, but compared to the way of survival in other worlds, it is actually no different.

Just survive.

It is more orthodox than any so-called idea.

At this time, Su Ming'an stood high in the sky and could very clearly feel the power of faith transmitted from all directions.

There are old people, young adults, wives who miss their husbands, and mothers who miss their children.

Pray for the future of the sky, pray for the missing relatives, pray for the distant gods, pray for the defeat of curses and disasters...

They turned into emotional values, merged into his numerical values, and became the power that he could control - allowing him to hold the scepter made of faith and strike at the God of Disaster who wanted to destroy the sky.

It seemed that the entire world was sharing his fate. The desires in the hearts of the people and the prayers in their mouths rang in his ears like bells and drums.

Due to the influence of faith and sect, their ideas and will at this time are stronger, more unified, and more powerful than anyone else in the world.
To be continued...