"boom--!"

The tongue of flames burned violently, Cheng Luohe took a step back, and in front of him, the ten-meter-high God's Lobby was burned in the flames.

This gods' lobby was built by the gods six years ago. It was used for ideological rule and brainwashing, and harmed countless people. Now, he has finally burned down this place of sin.

"It finally collapsed." A soldier burst into tears, and several of his brothers died in the execution of the building.

"It collapsed, it collapsed..." A gray-haired old man kept repeating, and no one knew what the old man had suffered. He was just a microcosm of countless military and civilians.

People watched the sinful building collapse, with their heads slightly lowered and their eyes filled with sorrow.

"Rest in peace, my compatriots who have been persecuted for the past six years." Cheng Luohe stood in front of the building, folding his hands together: "From now on, I hope there will be no gods in this world."

Your unwillingness, your anger, your lifelong indomitableness... your superiors have helped you get it back. Now I burned down this godly hall and declared that there are no more gods in the world. May your souls be rested.

The fire stretched out his shadow. He picked up the vermilion sniper rifle, covered his blind eye, and walked back into the shadow of the city-state.

...

Between the blocks, Xi climbed up from the pool of blood and raised his ponytail high.

She had been fighting for hours, and her body was covered in wounds.

"Little handsome, I have always felt regret...I can't catch up with your pace. I am not as strong as Tretia, as intelligent as Noah, as patience as Beiliser, and as resolute as Lin Guang. The only thing I can do is to accompany you with all my strength." She whispered to herself: "Although you can't hear these words from me, I have never felt guilty for the past forty years."

She jumped up and rushed forward.

A sharp source light burst out from her body, like a blooming lily flower bush. A series of mechanical troops were cut by a sword under her sword blade, and wherever she went, the soldiers who were trapped in hard fighting were liberated.

As one of the nine seats, she is not conspicuous and has no past of deep grudges, but she is like a reef that never moves, and she will always wait in place whenever she is.

Now, all members of Jiuxi, except Rongyuan and her, have been killed in battle.

She will still fight.

...

At six in the morning, all the robots were killed and the war was over.

During this period, tens of thousands of robots were confused while running away.

"Sir God, where did you go?" A robot with patterns on his body and a bow tied to his head stood in confusion among the ruins.

They were originally the civilized humans of the gods. The gods were suddenly expelled from the two-dimensional world, and they were left behind and trapped in the body of the robot.

Without the leader of God, they didn't even know what they did.

"Why... can't we go back?" a robot trembled.

"My daughter is still waiting for me at home. I promised her to remember the first bouquet of lilies in spring and tell her when I went home." A robot said hoarsely, "I still want to see her."

"Believe in God! She was just expelled from the two-dimensional world, and she will definitely come back to save us!" A robot shouted to the sky: "God! Come back quickly! God!"...

Although they kept shouting "God", God did not come.

What they welcomed was the anger of the military and civilians in the ruined world. As "invaders", they were bombarded by overwhelming artillery fire, and their lives completely dissipated in a foreign land and could not go home until they died.

"Mom, I want to go home..."

"Daughter, daughter..."

"We just want to live, why..."

The battle of civilization is above everything else.

All the mechanical armies were wiped out, even if they were filled with the soul of another civilization, the military and civilians in the ruined world would not allow them to survive.

The winner lives, the loser dies, and there is never any room for turning around.

Eye for eye,

Repay blood for blood.

...

On the 1st day of the 1st year of the Catastrophe 72, at 10:00 am, Doomsday City Military Hospital.

The hospital was very quiet, with only the sound of people walking through the corridor, and rows of generals and players sat on the benches in the hall, all of whom were frowning.

From time to time, people glanced at the door of a ward, looked at what they were looking forward to.

When the doctor walked out of the ward, the people immediately gathered around.

"—How is Su Mingan?" Yamadachoi asked anxiously.

"I'm still unconscious, I've used medicine, but there's no sign of awakening. The commander has experienced emotional resonance far beyond the ability of normal people to bear. We've never heard of anyone who can accept emotional resonance from three people in a row. Under normal circumstances, just one emotional resonance is fatal enough..." the doctor replied.

"What will happen to him?" someone asked in a verbal way.

"I don't know, maybe he can wake up, maybe he can't... Maybe he is not him after waking up. It's not impossible to become a vegetable. You'd better be mentally prepared to lose him. After all, the world of the main god cannot repair the spirit." said the healing player next to him.

When the players heard that Su Mingan might not wake up, the players were in an instant.

"Su Mingan! Can you hear my voice? Wake up!" Someone started shouting, trying to wake up Su Mingan in the ward through the wall.

"Su Mingan! Don't sleep..." A female player cried.

"Su Mingan! If you don't wake up, I will steal Lu Shu!"

"Su Mingan! You have the ability to save the ruined world, you have the ability to wake up!"

"What kind of treatment is this? Will it be concluded that Su Mingan will become a vegetative person?" Someone was angry.

"Nower! Don't you have authority beyond the organizer? Can you go back in time and space to wake Su Mingan up?" A player asked Noor in the corner.

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was silent and all eyes were turned to Noel.

Noel was slightly stunned. He was now in a circle of blue and gray, and it was obvious that he had not had a good rest. Facing the player's question, he whispered: "I have no authority."

Although all players now believe that Noel has authority, as long as he does not admit it, the organizer will have no choice but to do anything to him. Since he is determined to block Su Ming'an's knife, he will be enlightened.

Seeing that Noel denied it, someone couldn't help but say, "Why are you so selfish? You don't want to save Su Mingan?"

Noel was a little surprised. He didn't expect that he would be criticized like this one day.

He suddenly understood Su Mingan's difficulty. Su Mingan must have suffered much more than him in similar accusations. He felt a dramatic change in his position...

Before he could reply, the morally kidnapped man was quickly dragged away. After all, Noel was a general, and it was no more than a soldier's turn to blame him.

"If Su Mingan really can't wake up..." someone whispered.

"I really feel that humans have no hope..."

In silence, the atmosphere was depressed. People lowered their heads and sighed, but no one made a sound.

At this moment, a figure of a khaki windbreaker flashed through the corridor and walked into the ward. The red braids drew a red line in the air, like a crimson butterfly.

...

Su Mingan had a very long dream.

He walked through the end of the world surrounded by steel and concrete, and walked through the blood-stained black and white chessboard. The girl in white coat handed him candy, and behind her were the blue sky and white clouds.

He walked through the cold white city, and the blond girl grabbed his sleeve and hummed the fairy tale songs of the king and the witch for him. Suddenly, she disappeared from the sound of the piano, as if scattered dead fire.

He walked through the dark-toned teaching building, and a teenager waved at him in a golden trophy, and his figure gradually dissipated between the spotlights.

He walked through the dark village, the blood-stained cross hung high, and the ghost sighed under the coffin.

He was bathed in the blue-purple sky, with hundreds of white doves surrounding the tower, and his white figures stood quietly in the distance, and thousands of souls sang it.

He saw the wooden building that was falling in the flames, the black-haired girl and her lover were

Kissing in the flames.

He blew the salty and wet sea breeze, and the golden-armored knight stood guarding the city wall, and the red-haired girl looked back at him. The red rose pierced the demon king's heart, and the dazzling city of clouds collapsed in the waves.

He walked through the black fog, and the girl in red robe shed tears, used herself as fire, burning out all the dirty things and foolish beliefs in the world, and carrying the entire dark sky with her own strength.

Then, he walked into the light.

The sunlight fell through the gaps of the leaves and sprinkled on his body, like wisps of hollowed-out golden light. Thousands of flying ginkgo leaves slowly passed around him.

Countless leaves turn from gold to white due to changes in light, and thousands of flying golden "butterflies" cover the path and walk with his footsteps.

"Luves, are you going for a walk with me?"

He heard someone calling him, so he turned around.

There is nothing left.

No one stood there among the flying ginkgo leaves.

He could only continue to walk forward and walked through this ginkgo path.

Suddenly, he saw a white-haired young man walking in the middle of a machine cast by steel. He was clearly flesh and blood, but it seemed to be integrated into the mechanical army.

The eyes looked like a wounded beast, a silent tombstone, a wet and rotten swamp in the rainy sky and the earth. But the soul was pure white.

"Luves." When the white-haired young man saw him, he came up and said, "Go for a walk with me."

Su Mingan's throat stagnated for a moment, and he wanted to answer "Okay", but the next moment, the white-haired young man broke and dissipated in front of his eyes, like colorful white butterflies.

Only the sound of the flute sounded quietly, and the bamboo flute rolled down to his feet.
To be continued...