The rain became heavier and heavier, and the sky seemed to be cracked with countless holes. The heavy rain formed a waterfall and poured down towards the earth.

"Stab it—stab it—"

Several rays of light like thunder flashed on the high-altitude glass platform, and the raindrops fell with bloody light, like drops of blood seeping out.

Su Ming'an felt that everything in front of him was very fragile. The glass platform under his feet, the sword in his hand, and even... himself were like a small boat that might capsize in the heavy rain at any time.

A long wind swept the entire sky, and the rain of bullets was even denser than the raindrops. More than a hundred mechanical armies were lying down in front of him.

But there was still a steady stream of mechanical troops coming towards him from the broken window, like a gray-black river.

The bullet grazed his cheek, a few strands of broken hair fell, and a trace of blood slid down the corner of his right eye, like a bright red eye.

"Click."

There was a crisp sound of bones coming from his right arm, which must have been an injury caused by swinging the sword too hard. There was a warm and moist feeling on his shoulder, like blood. He could no longer remember how many wounds there were on his body, and the injuries had become

Got used to it.

In the gray rain curtain, no one spoke, there was only the sound of gunfire and swords, but in the dull air, there seemed to be floating the unwilling resentment of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the ruined world.

...don’t want to lose.

...do not want to bow to the invaders.

...do not want to give away this world that they have lived in for thousands of years.

Su Ming'an could hardly hear the sound other than the heavy rain hitting the glass. During the hypothermia, he could only warm himself with blood. He could only feel the warmth if any part of his body bleeds.

...After reaching the fifth level for settlement, he must have gained a lot of experience during this period. He thought hazily.

In the blur of hearing, he heard a "chacha" sound coming from the sky, which should be a signal that Team Mu was adjusting Xiaomei.

When he turned around and slashed back, he saw a white figure passing by the edge of his field of vision, it was Beilisel.

The mechanical army did not attack Beilisel. Beilisel had been standing in the corner of the glass platform, his pupils dilated.

Suddenly, Beilisel raised his head and looked at the god holding the helicopter door in the air.

The god has been silent for a long time, like an audience caught in a grand drama, silently witnessing the end of the world. His expression is a kind of controlled indifference, and there is no excitement about upcoming victory on his face. If it is more accurately described, it is more like

A bystander is about to lay a flower at the grave.

There is only sorrow in the eyes of the gods.

He felt sad for Su Ming'an, a person who was very similar to him. When he looked at Su Ming'an, he seemed to be looking at the past and the future.

Beilisel's pupils trembled violently, and he was caught in the struggle between sanity and madness. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head and roared at the god:

"——Where did you hide Asa!!! God!!"

The god lowered his head and looked at him indifferently.

"——You must have hidden Asa! Otherwise, why do you have the authority to use his body! He has administrator rights, why can you invade his body! Give Asa back to me! Give me back Asa!

Give it to me!!" The white hair was messy and stuck to Beilisel's cheek, like snow that was about to melt. He stretched out his hand, and hooked his fingers into claws toward the sky, as if he could hurt the gods who were far away from him.

.

His pupils were bloodshot and his expression was almost ferocious:

“Give me back Asa! Give me back Asa!!!”

"Why do you all persecute him! Why do you all target him!"

"Why can't he live! Why can't he live! He is only nineteen years old, why!!"

Amidst the patter of rain, his voice came out like a needle, and the extremely high pitch made the god frown slightly.

"Shut him up."

The god spoke coldly.

Several machines overshot and took a few "bang bang" steps, instantly controlling Beilisel. They pressed him against the outer wall of the building, and the rough masonry squeezed Beilisel's back.

With one impact, he vomited blood.

Beilisel's melee ability is extremely weak, and his original clone Ming could easily suppress him. What's more, he has already lost his way and can only scratch people with his claws.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Blood fell with the sound of coughing, dripping on the glass on the ground. The place where Beilisel stepped on was already stained with blue blood - these were cut by Su Mingan's sword after sword against the mechanical army.

Among the layers of mechanical debris, Su Mingan's figure was about to be submerged. Beilisel could no longer see Su Mingan's appearance clearly. His pupils began to lose focus, tears fell down his cheeks, and he made a sound like an injured cat.

∶

"Why... why am I the only one who remembers him? Why am I the only one who still loves him now..."

"Why……"

"Why can't such a good person come back..."

Theredia and the others... have already made new companions. And the billions of people in the ruined world will not explore whether the current Akto is the Akto in the first year of the disaster. Since he has a personality, appearance, and voice

They are all identical bionic bodies, so who else but him would miss the real Akto day and night?

"I……"

Beilisel lowered his head and stopped talking, and the gods didn't care about him at all.

"clang!"

The sword blade inserted into the chest of a mechanical army and penetrated the opponent's core energy. Su Mingan took a staggering step back, and there was a crisp "click" sound from his right ankle.

The hypothermia made his senses blurred, and when he heard the sound of bone cracking, he just tilted his body to the left and had no energy left to care.

"I kind of regret promising Lin Guang not to kill you." God said, "Who would have thought that you would be so stubborn and delay me for so long."

He looked at the glass platform in the sea of ​​​​blood. Even if it was bloody and floating, this scene could not be described. The mechanical debris piled up into a hill, leaving only the center circle of Su Ming'an as a pure land. Even the Sword of Arman

The blade is full of metal cracks, and even if it is a gold-level weapon, its durability has been almost wiped out.

Such a high-intensity mechanical attack, according to the judgment of the gods, should have already exceeded Su Ming'an's limit. Who knew that Su Ming'an could actually exceed his own limit, even for so long.

"I still have things to do, so I can't waste time on you." The god said, "Although I value commitments, I have to make an exception now. Lin Guang... Anyway, even if I give him a corpse, he won't

What more can I say?"

Su Mingan reluctantly raised her eyelids.

The god stretched out his hand and pointed it at him.

It was as if a hot wind blew between them, and in the next moment, an impact like a huge wave suddenly surged out from the god's hand.

Like an invisible flying bird, it formed a line between heaven and earth, and instantly penetrated this crumbling glass platform.

"Click——"

Like a mirror that was suddenly shattered, the glass platform instantly lost its support. Spider-web-like cracks spread rapidly, and the glass platform immediately fell into pieces.

Su Mingan's feet were empty.

Broken glass, mountains of mechanical debris, scattered metal pieces... they all fell with him. At the height of the 21st floor, his black hair rose upwards with the violent wind, his ears were filled with violent storms, and his pupils

Among them, only the helicopter was getting further and further away from him.

Rain and cold wind filled his robes, and glass fragments carried the rain and hit him. The world was shrouded in thunder. A drop of rain as big as a bean got into his eyes, blurring the water and blood at the corners of his eyes.

The god was still at the helicopter hatch, looking in his direction.

"Goodbye," the god whispered.

Su Ming'an coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his figure looked like a broken leaf floating in the wind and rain.

20th floor, 16th floor, 12th floor...

As he fell, it was as if all his vitality had been stripped away, his breathing was tightly suppressed, and the strong wind stopped his breathing. Those scarlet hoses followed closely, falling with him, like a red fall.

rain.

His figure seemed to be broken by the heavy rain.

This night's decisive battle was full of traps, ambushes, and serial tricks... one after another, one after another. The civilizations were absolutely suppressed by technology. Even if he played his bad hand to the extreme, he could not avoid the current ending.

In every world, as the core identity of every world, as "Asa Akto", he has tried his best. So many years of war, such long-term resonance, so many rose bloods... He has long been overloaded.

.He can’t even remember what happened in the past few days, and his memories seem extremely distant.

The live broadcast room was frantically refreshing the screen, and the text had long been blurred. Deep in the building, a warm yellow halo was projected from the windows one after another, hitting Su Ming'an's face, reflecting the blood-stained blood all over his body.

body.

Vaguely, he heard what sounded like a little eyebrow voice, and her voice was like a trickling stream.

"...Excuse me, can everyone hear me?"

Her clear voice came from every corner of the city, and also poured into his ears.

heard it.

The girl's voice is as clear as the clear water of the mountain stream. Although it is trembling, it is very firm. You can also vaguely hear the sound of a white cat meowing. These sounds are like the warm light of dawn in the gloomy city-state atmosphere. People are lying on their backs

On the ground, he opened his eyes in a daze.
To be continued...