Chapter 1718: Chapter 61: "We’re All Waiting for You to Come Back.
Lu Shu’s fighting style was entirely different from Su Rin’s radiant divine might and Ian’s domineering dragon flame. He moved like a ghost through the gaps in the Holy Light, each swing of his scythe slicing an angel’s wing.
"Heretic! Prepare to die!" A Blazing Angel Leader wielding a giant flaming sword yelled, noticing Lu Shu’s threat and transforming into a blazing white meteor charging straight at Lu Shu. The holy flame condensed on the sword, seemingly capable of judging all sins in the world.
Lu Shu’s expression was blank, his figure vanished into the shadows, and in the next moment, he appeared behind the Blazing Angel Leader, his scythe carrying the chill of death silently swiping towards the opponent’s neck!
"Who... is the real heretic..." Lu Shu murmured.
"Boom!"
The scythe collided with the Light Shield, emitting a teeth-gritting friction sound. The two engaged in a high-speed aerial battle, black and blazing white lights flashing and clashing crazily.
"Boom——!!!"
Su Rin looked up, witnessing the battle in the sky.
Fire wings spread from his back, appearing at the center of an array maintained by several Cardinals and High-level Angels.
He waved a single hand, unleashing thousands of swords behind him, with a light bursting in thousands and millions of numbers, causing everyone to squint their eyes and shiver in terror. Pure, fierce, endless light, like the sun exploding before their eyes!
"Arrogant!!!" The Cardinals roared in unison, the array light flaring intensely. However, wherever Su Rin’s sword edge passed, the Holy Light collapsed rapidly like snow meeting a scorching sun!
"Crack——"
A crisp sound of shattering.
Wherever it passed, all returned to void.
The enormous Holy Light Array split in two at its core, like butter cut by a hot knife! The Cardinals maintaining the array seemed struck by lightning, vomiting burning Holy Light blood, their splendid ritual robes instantly charred and shattered, their breath weakening as they flew backwards.
Sword falls, array breaks!
On the ground battlefield, more and more races arrived, even evolving into congregations of divine followers. The first to descend were clouds carrying an absurd aura.
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["Original Lord and the First Craftsman"·God of Chaos Augustine’s followers, responding to the call of "Change", have descended here.]
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A group carrying a cross descended here, they are "Wandering Sinners", carrying twelve punishments, now considering this catastrophe as one of them, coming to receive it.
Followed by members of the "Wheel of Destiny" once led by Hui Mo, a group of black-robed individuals led by an arrogant little girl descended beside the abyss.
Committed to stirring every corner of the world into muddy waters, the "Hand of Chaos" came upon hearing the news, fighting individually.
Cracks opened one after another, leaking gray-white mist; they are the most mysterious and unpredictable followers of chaos, the "Mist Gap Magicians", who gracefully bowed before joining the battlefield.
As the battlefield recruitment order spreads wider and wider, as news spreads to every corner of the world, as each player starts their action... races, followers, forces abound to an overwhelming extent.
Silhouettes surged in like a tide, varied lights like stars falling, turning the battlefield into a gorgeous, fantastical united dream.
"Reapers" greedily collected beautiful eyeballs and innards scattered on the battlefield, "Tower of Babel" believers attempted to pile corpses to build a monstrous giant tower.
"Fairy Tale Guardians" expanded pure fantasy domains, while "Shitposters" hopped madly around the battlefield edges, stirring up chaos.
Meme Talker, Hammer Iron Man, and Soybean Man’s mentally polluting verbal attacks and endless emoji assaults made heads spin.
"So many people..." Ajima Kanko couldn’t help but exclaim, this isn’t the battlefield with the most people she’s seen, but definitely the most chaotic one! People, non-people, like people, unlike people, fighting earnestly, scavenging, stabbing allies in the back, collecting corpses, absorbing souls, praising the Mother Goddess, aiding Wang Xingkong, supporting the sky, selling things, mentally split, preaching, sending emojis, telling fairy tales... all manner of chaotic creatures gathered together, dazzling to behold.
"Damn it! Are these guys here to help or to cause trouble! My gloves were stolen!" Rolga, the bald man couldn’t take it anymore, he just wanted to throw a punch, only to find his hand bare, not knowing which follower had taken the gloves. Couldn’t even tell if it was "Shitposters" causing trouble for fun, "Heavenly Treasure Stealer" stealing to sell, or "Law Pirates" and "Hand of Chaos" simply causing chaos! That was Purple Grade equipment! Rolga’s mouth twitched, heart aching.
Suddenly, a pair of steel gloves appeared on his hand. Looking up, he saw a buzzing Mechanical Corps. The leading steam person nodded silently to him, then led the mechanics forward.
"...There are good people after all." Rolga muttered to himself, touching the mechanical gloves.
Suddenly, he reacted, touching his head: "Isn’t the master of these Mechanical Race the Lord of Steam? I remember being a stingy capitalist, would they join the war?"
"Right, did I just hear wrong?" Ajima Kanko gripped the Little Bird Staff, stunned: "I think I heard the God of Covenant Derek Candolier... Isn’t the God of Covenant Virdodo? Isn’t Derek our top player?"
"You heard wrong!"
"I did not!"
"Wow, did Derek slay God and ascend? Awesome!"
"Which deity does the Mechanical Race believe in? Like Steam God Latimore, did that deity become one of us?"
"Wait, listen again..."
People listened intently—
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["Golden Scale and Equivalent Law Embodiment"·God of Trade Lin Jiang’s travelers, obeying trading laws, come to assist in battle!]
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["World Wide Web and Data Network"·Master of the Internet Eleven’s agents, responding to the call of links, come to assist in battle!]
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["Poet of Copper and Iron"·Steam God Anthony’s artisan, under the god lord’s command, come to assist in battle!]
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["Wheel of Life and Death"·Natural Angel Mei Yani’s envoys, responding to the rhythm of "Balance", come to assist in battle!]
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["Father of Thousand Rock Layers"·Earth Angel Anger’s servant, responding to the name of "Bearing", come to assist in battle!]
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["Knowledge Transfer Scholar"·Angel of Wisdom Angelica’s messenger, responding to the glimmer of "Truth", come to assist in battle!]
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["Trumpeter of the End"·War Angel Kenini’s vanguard, responding to the call of "War", comes to assist!]
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["Spear Wave and Grape Pot"·Harvest Angel Sherry’s blessing, following the wish of "Abundance", comes to assist!]
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For a moment, the players’ minds went blank.
Lin Jiang, Eleven, Anthony, Mei Yani...
When did the names of the deities change!
"Damn it!" Xining smacked the motorcycle, realizing, "I was wondering why we didn’t see these big player shots like Anthony on either side of the battlefield. Turns out they were secretly up to something big!"
This was the true perspective of top-ranking players, not bothering with minor skirmishes, immediately targeting Divine Level, all top-ranking players united as one, emulating Isabella’s challenge against deities. At such a pivotal moment, they directly gave orders in the name of deities, commanding all followers to the scene for support. In an instant, the battle that belonged to players and some Luowasha people expanded to envelop all of Luowasha.
At this moment, the clouds in the sky were smeared by an invisible giant brush, the "Painters" changed the colors and flow, acid rain fell, and cutting winds roared.
The earth churned, countless resilient plants burst forth. "Pioneers" and graceful Elves emerged from the shadows of the Forest of Moonlight, arrows as cold and precise as moonlight.
The figure of the "Piano Player" flickered between reality and illusion, the faint sound of the piano flowed, and as they plucked the strings, the fabrics of destiny became dizzy.
The "Mechanical Corps" advanced in unison, crushing steel and iron, blood and fire.
Under the myriad deities, laws abounded. The battlefield became a fantastical tableau—giant dragons rushed from distant Dragon Island, spreading their membranous wings, soaring as high as the heavens; Sirens stood atop the waves, their singing erupted like silver vessels; the Undead Legion turned into a surging gray-white tide, Death Knights rode Nightmare Beasts launching charges, a zombie horde with decaying bodies flung themselves at the defenses...
Within the Celestial Clan, responding to the call of the Radiant Mother God was the orthodox Blazing Angel Legion. While other deities’ Celestial Clan joined the coalition aiding the Abyss. Thus, the sky saw the bizarre sight of angels fighting angels. Similar wings, similar radiance, yet wielding utterly different weapons, battling for divergent beliefs. Holy Sword clashed with Holy Sword, Divine Arts countered Divine Arts, pure white feathers and pale golden blood rained down.
——At the core of it all, at the center of the Abyss, Wang Xingkong stood in the darkness with his small garden.
He desperately leaned toward the door, clawing at the edges, trying to shout into the Abyss:
"...Su Ming’an...!"
"Can you hear me...!"
"Is it really a vacuum over there...! Do I need to use signals?"
He kept adjusting, using various props to convert his voice, throwing them all in.
Finally, after several attempts, there seemed to be a response from within.
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["——Su Ming’an!!!"]
[Suddenly, Su Ming’an heard a signal-like call.]
["We... outside... trying to... transmit... information..."]
["Hang in there..."]
["Good luck..."]
[Fragmented signals came through intermittently.]
...
Wang Xingkong received no return signal from Su Ming’an, he could only transmit one way. But the most fortunate thing was—there was a live chat! The live broadcast room had already merged, all players could see the live chat from Su Ming’an’s side. When Wang Xingkong sent information inside, the situation inside responded through the chat, achieving bidirectional information flow!
The only pity was, Wang Xingkong wasn’t a player, he couldn’t see the chat, he could only rely on distant players as intermediaries to understand the real-time situation.
"...The Great God Su Ming’an has reached the seventh round of the game!" Player Qiuqiu shouted from the edge of the Abyss.
Upon hearing this, Wang Xingkong’s eyes lit up: "What about Chen Yuhang? What’s up with Chen Yuhang?"
Distant player Qiuqiu shouted back: "Chen Yuhang got a pass!"
...A pass! Wang Xingkong was dumbstruck, not expecting his buddy to be so favored...
He immediately asked the other members of the escort team: "What about Hang Xin? Her mom? Xiao Xiao and Wang Zhenzhen? Si Nian?"
Qiuqiu waved his hands repeatedly.
Wang Xingkong knew he was asking too much, he quickly spoke into the communicator: "Lin Yin, I’ll keep transmitting messages inside! What needs to be transmitted?"
The communicator in his hand transmitted Lin Yin’s voice: "Tell Su Ming’an our current situation, the status of ’now’ is uncertain, we don’t know how long Yamada Machiichi can hold out. Also! Tell him there’s no need to hesitate, to keep going! No matter what kind of future it is, it’s a future we create together with our own hands!"
The Radiant Mother God is attempting to intervene in this world, Her interference is getting stronger and stronger, if Su Ming’an can’t awaken the Demon Mother Goddess in time, the outside will gradually be unable to hold out. Although Su Rin Lv Shu and the others can burst with strength to hold on, ordinary people won’t be able to endure. What’s more... the seventh Seat that created this dream realm has yet to appear.
"Got it...!" Wang Xingkong understood the importance of time, he immediately kept speaking to the stone. This was a prop called "Communication Stone", capable of storing sound and converting it into information, used in environments where sound cannot be conveyed. Just now Wang Xingkong had successfully used this stone to transmit messages, though the success rate was low, he didn’t know where throwing it inside would land, but as long as one could roll to Su Ming’an’s side, let Su Ming’an hear, it would be successful!
"Keep going... I can hold on..." Blood trickled from the corner of Wang Xingkong’s mouth, his body shaking from exertion, but his eyes became brighter, at his feet piled up more "Communication Stones" yet to be used. Despite the bleeding from his mouth, he continued repeating the messages, recording them into stones, then forcefully hurling the stones into the doorway.
The Blue Mist Man stood silently beside him, watching him. Still not helping, nor interfering.
One stone, another stone, yet another stone.
The stones grew increasingly full, thrown one by one by Wang Xingkong into the doorway.
"...We can hold on for another two hours at most, the situation of ’now’ remains unclear, Su Rin and Lv Shu are outside... the seventh Seat hasn’t shown up! Brother Ming’an, you must hold on... cough cough!"
"... Cough, cough cough cough!"
"Brother Ming’an... this world... everyone is fighting... you must... come back!!"
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"——Brother Ming’an!"
Su Ming’an turned back in the night rain.
He seemed to hear someone’s voice, faint and indistinct, with an urgent expectation.
