The copy is open for the seventh day.

At two o'clock in the morning, Sora Mizushima revealed his identity as a "disciple".

She registered a social account online and posted a video. In the video, she was wearing a crystal crown and a dazzling golden ring around her neck, sitting on the throne of the hall. Her hair was pulled up, exposing her earlobes.

red tattoo.

"The instant death rules I have mastered are not very general, but they are very targeted." Mizushima Kawakora said: "Everyone, if you believe that I can win, please come to the Holy Alliance Army to join the army."

At three o'clock in the morning, the second "disciple" publicly acknowledged his identity - player Xue Qixia. Xue Qixia is the 96th player on the list and is good at mental skills.

He also published a video. In the video, he was wearing a gold and white priest robe, smiling and waving to the camera, revealing the red tattoo on his left arm: "I am one of the nine disciples, and I am confident that I can win the final place in the battle of disciples."

Victory, I hope people with knowledge can support me. Of course..."

He blinked and smiled brightly: "If the first player is also a disciple, I hope you will be merciful."

At 3:20 in the morning, the third "disciple" publicly acknowledged his identity - Bevis, the prince of the Lello Empire. In the video, he was sitting on a magnificent throne, revealing the red tattoo on his collarbone.

"If you want to place a bet, as the prince of the Lello Empire, I can give you generous treatment." Bivis promoted himself.

Since these three disciples revealed their identities, the other disciples have remained silent.

At 3:30 in the morning, an oracle came without any warning - [Completely prohibit tracing history, destroy all records related to history, and kill all those who try to trace history].

More than seven million temples around the world have received this oracle, and it was quickly delivered to everyone through the Internet.

Regarding the First Dream Patroller's behavior of telling stories on the high platform, the gods finally gave a ruthless and tough reply - since you have made this matter public, then I will also use the oracle to stop you publicly and see where humans stand with you.

On the other side, they still continue to believe in their omnipotent gods.

At 3:40 in the morning, the Holy Alliance troops were dispatched and broke into people's homes. Once they found books recording past literature, art, and history, they confiscated them all.

In just twenty minutes, fifty-eight independent political entities dispatched more than one million Holy Alliance troops. Hundreds of thousands of families were destroyed and left in shambles. Looking down from the city, even in the middle of the night, the streets and alleys of the city were still brightly lit like daylight.

, trucks transporting books lined up in row after row.

"Stop! These are treasures of knowledge! They are the results of decades of research by me and my students, and they cannot be thrown away! You—" Xiao Lanping, a professor at Beiqing University, shed tears, and the moist mist covered her frame.

"Professor Xiao! Don't go there!" The teaching assistants quickly stopped her: "Don't be impulsive, they are the Holy Alliance Army!"

Miao Bu, a player of the Holy Alliance Army, threw away the document bag in his hand and smiled scornfully: "The oracle has spoken, don't think about any chance of change. In the past, you could still hide in the gutter and study history, but now it is no longer possible. I

Say - you should stay awake and obey your most beloved gods."

She doesn't care about the pain of these people. It is her duty as a player to complete the task. As for how many years of hard work these files have taken, it has nothing to do with her.

"Tear -" with a sound, she tore the document into two halves. The pieces of paper were flying in the sky like snowflakes. The data that people had written down day and night, the pictures drawn bit by bit... just ceased to exist.

"Ah...ah...ah——!" Xiao Lanping fell to her knees, her eyes turning red.

The smoke from the truck choked their throats, and the bright sword light shone in front of their eyes, stopping them from speaking out.

Tonight, the whole world can't sleep.

No one expected that the oracle would deliver such a decisive message.

Miaobu finished tearing up the documents and spat on the ground:

"Bah, these papers should have been burned a long time ago. I used to stay up late at the end of every semester in Zhai Xing to write papers, but now it's finally my turn to tear them up."

She glanced at the students with sad faces, turned around and left without mercy.

Xiao Lanping tremblingly picked up the torn papers and shed tears slowly.

…

At 3:50 in the morning, Su Mingan logged on to the Internet and saw people discussing the oracle.

[Sweetheart Bunny: Is it really okay? In the past, it would have been a little more relaxed, but now even some books hidden at home have to be dug out and burned...]

[Egg Drop Soup: Is it really okay if human beings have no history? The live speech of the No. 1 Dream Patroller, the stories he told about the fifty fire bearers... It’s really hard not to be touched by me...]

[Su Mingan is perfect: Shhh... Lord God must be right! 】

[A hard-working worker: The First Dream Patrolman is only a human being after all. No matter how strong he is, he can't possibly shake tens of millions of holy allies, let alone the omnipotent gods.]

[Fendai: But, if we forget the past, what is the difference between humans and newly born androids? 】

[Spade Prussia: If the end of the world is really going to happen, hurry up. It’s already annoying. Humanity should have been destroyed long ago. Let my bullshit bosses die quickly. 】

…

At 3:55 in the morning, Su Mingan received a call from Lu.

"I know your situation, is it convenient to talk now?" Lu's voice was still gentle, even though the situation now took a turn for the worse.

Su Mingan glanced at Chao Yan, who was huddled in a ball in the refrigerator, and said, "Let's talk."

Lu said: "The gods are so eager to erase history. Is it to prevent you from becoming a god?"

Su Mingan said: "Yes. If you want the old gods to completely lose the opportunity to turn over, you must destroy all the foundations of belief in the old gods. When humans forget the poetry, paintings and literature of the past, they will no longer be attached to the gods of the past."

Lu said: "Understood. Yamada Machichi and I plan to stay near the first tower. We feel that something is slightly wrong. There has been a recent alien riot and the alien king is about to resurrect. We suspect that they will emerge near the first tower.

come out."

Su Mingan said: "Okay, where are the others?"

Lu said: "Mo Yan went to Ubang to investigate, and he believed that the 'girl in need of escort' might be in Ubang. Noel went to the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, and he planned to raise a battle line in the name of 'Tang' and 'Su Shize' for you later

Take over. Isabella went to the Central Research Institute. She wanted to protect the last historical data. Mizushima Kawakora met with the leaders of various forces in the temple. She seemed to want to defeat the other disciples. As for the player named 'Xue Qixia',

He is leading the Holy Alliance troops to search everywhere, and he is looking for the three elements to become a god."

Su Mingan thought for a moment and said, "Understood."

Lu said: "With the release of this oracle, the world has become a huge network... Under the big network, everyone is quickly looking for their place. And you are the one who can affect this big network -

So, what do you want to do?"

Su Mingan looked at the Eye of the Past in his hand, its eyes moving vividly.

"...Our road is difficult." Su Mingan said: "Human beings cannot fight against gods."

"Yes, it's very difficult, it can even be said to be hell." Lu said: "Frankly speaking, I don't think we can take the route of 'disobeying the gods'. It's too difficult. Most people will listen to the gods. I don't think so."

to any light."

"So we can only put ourselves on a level equal to God." Su Mingan said.

"What do you mean..." Lu's breathing was a little heavy, and he had already realized Su Ming'an's thoughts.

"Since humans can't resist gods..." Su Mingan said lightly: "It seems that I can only follow Akto's old path - 'claiming to be a god'."

Lu's breath hitched.

After a while, Lu said: "...I understand, then, Su Ming'an... no, Old God. I will call you this from now on."

…

At four o'clock in the morning, Su Mingan revealed his identity.

Like Mizushima Kawakora, Xue Qixia, Bivis, and Zou Yuqing, Su Mingan became the fifth person to disclose his identity as a disciple. At the same time, he also disclosed his identity as the "fifty-first fire bearer".

The background of his video is not as solemn as Sora Mizushima, nor as gorgeous as Beavis. He is just sitting on a chair, with the white wall behind him.

Chaoyan adjusted the lens for him, and Su Mingan took a deep breath.

When the red light of the camera started to flash, Su Mingan looked up.

"It has been a long time since I last gave a solemn speech. I remember that the last time I called on everyone to fight was on the city wall." Su Mingan said:

"I think you must be curious about what happened after the fiftieth fire bearer, whose hands the special medicine was finally passed to, and who became the savior."

"I want to tell you - that young man holding a glass bottle in his hand walked a long, long way, and never gave up his ideal of saving the world. He contacted various major forces day and night, and finally sank to the bottom of the lake. However, he did not die.

That young man, he has...walked right in front of you."

He moved his arms with all his strength and slowly pressed his heart:

"here."

"He is alive here, he is not dead. He has...come here."

More and more people entered the live broadcast. Su Mingan started the live broadcast as the number one Dream Tourist, and almost everyone came in.

The barrage was turned off, and people could only look at the young people in the camera in silence through the thin lens.

——Does he know who he is declaring war on?

——He has a great future, his future is bright, why did he set himself on fire?

Su Mingan looked directly into the camera, her golden pupils as calm as lake water:

"I have checked the information before. A few decades ago, there was a beautiful bird living in the world. Its name is no longer available, but its appearance and temperament are very similar to the 'nightingale' that I am familiar with. Let's

Call them 'nightingales'."

"The singing of nightingales is outstanding. In a world where humans dare not sing loudly, they are braver than humans."

"The land we are treading on was once a lush forest before it was reduced to steel and concrete. Nightingales once built their nests here. Their ancestors lived here for thousands of years and reproduced from generation to generation. They chirped and sang,

They use their voices to convey the weight of their souls, and will not stop even if they are hunted by others. They will still sing with their hoarse throats - until they are persecuted to death, the last singing nightingale dies, and the forest turns into a cold city.
To be continued...