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Chapter five hundred and forty-eight my dear monster.(2/2)

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Onlookers stood in front of their houses, watching the group of people shouting injustice. They took photos, recorded videos, edited forum posts, and lamented the behavior of this group of people marching.

Such demonstrations have been going on for some time. Since the so-called "resource priority rescue" principle was exposed, people have been like dynamite barrels that have been ignited.

Even if they don't know the significance of such a march, they still chant slogans, as if they think that such public opinion can reverse the situation.

——Perhaps this is the brilliance of high-dimensional life.

Before they could do anything, people began to fight against each other, pointing their swords at the joint team at the forefront of spiritual rescue.

Some people claim that - in fact, the top leaders of the United Group have gone crazy, and the top players in the world have also gone crazy. Madness is a theme of human beings. Only by following this trend can we survive. Otherwise, we will all be like "normal" ones like them.

Like "people", they were forced to have no way out.

What the coalition wants is power and reputation, the smart people want a glorious life after the game is over, the powerful people want the right to control and freedom, but these people don't even have peace.

——Confucianism disrupts the law with literature, while chivalry violates the law with force.

These people are very pessimistic about their future prospects.

Now all resources are given priority to the players at the top of the rankings, while they have become neglected garbage.

After the game is over, how can they survive the huge gap in strength? At that time, there was no resurrection of the dead, and there were no longer rules in the Lord God's world prohibiting attacks on each other.

If they don’t “fight” while it’s still fair now, who will listen to their calls in the future?

The information gap between the isolated islands makes them point their finger at those people who are in the most danger.

They even suggested disclosing the background of these top players, such as their family backgrounds, things they care about, etc., so as to constrain their bottom line as human beings. In this way, there is no need to worry about the top players suddenly deserting.

For example, the first player can persuade his mother to hold him back. For Noel, he can influence his New World Guild and let the New World Guild "influence" him. As for Mizushima Kawakora and Lu Shu,

Lin Yin and others can start from the level of aristocratic families.

Although this statement is nonsense and is simply seeking death, it actually has the support of many people. There are wise people among human beings, and there is no shortage of fools.

Herbert, who actively betrayed his identity as a player and lowered the overall progress bar of humanity, has caused some people's trust to disappear.

Some people are worried that these remaining top players will suddenly disregard everything, take their progress, give up on humanity, and fly away.

It seems to be a good choice to put "shackles" on the players at the top of the list that cannot be abandoned.



As night falls, the sky and earth become increasingly hazy.

The brilliant color of the volcanic eruption became the only light, and Su Lin floated in front of the light, the golden energy rolling like waves.

"I came to you to ask for [energy]." He said.

"Go aside!"

Su Mingan didn't waste any words and immediately issued a judgment.

In order to fight these days, he has pushed his emotional value to the full 2000 points. He just used 200 points to hold up two barriers. He can fire a single trial more than 30 times in a row.

The bright red scale pattern appeared on the back of his hand. Su Lin froze, but was not affected.

Since acquiring the judgment skill, this was the first time Su Mingan saw someone who was not controlled.

He no longer held back and used up all the more than a thousand emotion points. Like light pollution, more than thirty red lines flashed crazily on Su Lin's body in the air, like a broken traffic light.

"Hey, you're really rude..." Su Lin's voice floated down from the air, and it still had no fluctuation.

But his sword has completely stopped in the air and is no longer falling.

"Walk!"

Su Mingan dragged Xi Boer and rushed into the castle.

Su Lin should be under control. Even if the san effect is not used, more than 30 rounds of judgment are no joke.

Yuan Shuangshuang didn't know when he would die. Her death time was today. He had to hurry.

Siboer watched Su Mingan slaughter all the way with the blade of freedom, and watched him rush towards the laboratory.

The golden flames of the blade danced, cutting people's heads, and white tentacles spread, piercing people's bodies. Wherever they passed, blood sprayed everywhere, and corpses fell in rows.

Unlike the kind-hearted Zhao Weidong and others, the researchers in the castle are a group of demons who want to launch a virus war. Killing them does not require any psychological burden.

Blood exploded on their sides, and the wind blew over Siboer's ears. She suddenly felt very relaxed. Running freely like this, without any psychological burden or any clear goal, made her extremely happy, as if she was suddenly thrown away.

All the burdens were gone.

"quack--"

A pitch-black crow landed on the researcher's blood-stained corpse, making an unpleasant mourning cry.

Su Mingan chopped down a researcher with one sword, and several gunshots were heard nearby, and several bullets fell to the ground with a "ding, ding, ding, ding" sound.

This group of people had guns, but they were unable to break through Su Ming'an's defense.

He turned around and saw several researchers who were retreating in panic.
Chapter completed!
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