(a)

"They're all crazy, completely crazy. ”

"The moment the first human to transform into a monster appeared before their eyes, their will was already consumed by fear and despair. ”

"The iron-blooded brotherhood cultivated by fighting side by side all night was completely shattered in just a few seconds. The cruelty of reality is that when you survive the battlefield by luck and ingenuity, thinking that you will be able to escape, your comrades turn their guns and aim at you. ”

"In the blink of an eye, all love and friendship, all perseverance and courage, all efforts and struggles, became ridiculous and meaningless. ”

"Why is this happening?"

"Who's going to be next?"

"Am I going to be like that?"

"What should I do?"

"Why don't you strike first?"

"Even if you become a monster, I won't let you kill me!"

"Once you start thinking about these questions, then you can no longer be a 'human', you can only be a trapped beast, a fighting beast, fighting bloodily, just to live a few more minutes. ”

So the survivors began a new round of fighting, and the enemy was all living creatures except themselves. Normal people kill mutants, mutants kill normal people, normal people kill normal people......"

"There are no signs of mutation, and humans are both human beings and monsters in the hearts of others. At this time, if you don't kill, you can only watch your former partners mutate one by one, and if you don't kill, you can only be killed by your former partners. So you can only kill, the only thing you can do is kill, in order to destroy the monster, you must kill, in order to protect your homeland, you must kill, in order to end the pain of the mutants, you must kill, even if it is to live a few more minutes, you have to kill!"

"Kill, kill all, kill everything, until death comes, or there is no living thing left to slaughter. ”

"I just knelt there, watching people and monsters fall one by one, watching blood and flesh fly everywhere like mahjong tiles. I listened to the voices of their fighting get fainter and weaker, and then I realized a terrible truth. ”

"That is, 'this' is a Gu. ”

"This whole city, the whole incident of this night, is a man-made design, a huge Gu. Its only function is to pick out the best one from among the thousands of mutated monsters. ”

"That makes sense, everything is clear. ”

"Why did those mutant beasts go berserk all at once?"

"Because the fastest way to reduce the number of Gu poison worms is to divide them into two groups and have another big scuffle until one side is seriously injured and the other side is completely wiped out. ”

"In the final analysis, neither we nor those mutated beasts are just worms in the Gu. In the eyes of the person who set up the Gu, there is no distinction between high and low insects, insects are just insects. And the 'Gu' is not for the 'worm' to reproduce, it is designed to reduce the number of 'worms', after all, the Gu swinger, he only needs one 'worm'. ”

"So the surviving humans still have to kill each other, this is all designed at the moment of the Gu. The weak mutate first, and at the same time they are eliminated, they can also eliminate a group of pseudo-strong, and then pick a batch of mutations that are not so strong from among the strong, and so on, and the one who lives to the end happens to be the strongest one. As a 'Gu', I have to say that its design is already perfect. It's a pity that I'm not outside the 'Gu', I'm in it. ”

"I'm a worm too. ”

"So, I could only kneel there, watch, look desperately. I can't stop what has happened and what will happen, I can't do anything about it. ”

(b)

Even Li Weiyong himself couldn't figure out why he survived to the end.

Perhaps, it was his fate.

"Uhhh

With a dying scream, the monster's six tentacles pierced the human's abdomen, churning the entrails into a pulp.

The human fell down, twitched a few times, lost his vitality, and turned into a corpse. The monster took one last look at him, then lost interest in him and turned to face the boy who was kneeling on the ground.

That teenager, from the moment the melee began, no person, or monster, would waste attention on him. The guy had been stabbed in the shoulder, and a spear was hanging from it, and blood was pouring all over the ground. He could barely stand up, and if he left it alone, he would have bled to death like that.

There is no threat, which is why he has survived so far. Rather than making a special trip to kill such a seriously injured person who will die at any time, it is better to pay more attention to the threat in front of you. That's what everyone thinks, so no one makes a move on him.

However, now that all other threats have been completely eliminated, it is also his turn.

The monster moved, and at its tortoise-like speed, the distance of ten or so meters would have taken it a long time. This was good news for Levion, for he was stunned for a moment, and then he noticed that the monster was slowly but surely approaching him.

It's time for him to move.

The legs and feet are no longer at his beckon, like branches that are still connected to a few fibers after they have been broken, they are part of his body, but they are not part of his body. He used the sword in his hand, stuck it on the ground as a crutch, and relied on the strength of his upper body to stand up. By the time he shuddered and straightened up, the monster was already very close to him.

"What to do" is such a low-level question, he doesn't think about it anymore. His brain was severely ischemia, his eyes were almost pitch black, and his consciousness was as erratic as a kite about to break. In this case, all he can rely on is the most primitive survival instinct.

Three steps, two steps, one step, into the attack distance. Li Weiyong pulled his sword out of the dirt, held it in his right hand, and held it in front of him.

In the next instant, six tentacles stabbed at each other like arrows. At this point, if you replace him with someone else, it's time for the fun. However, he Li Weiyong is hard, as hard as a turtle shell. In that moment of lightning, he leaned slightly and dodged for a while.

With his physical condition at this time, and the dangerously close distance between the two, it was impossible for him to completely dodge this fatal blow. In fact, there is no need for him to "completely" dodge. He instinctively deflected it, and the tentacles landed just enough to stagger all the deadly positions. Of the six tentacles, three grazed his body, taking away some of his flesh, one piercing his big leg, one ruining his knee, and one breaking his hipbone. None of the six tentacles could take his life in this raid.

The leg was hit so hard that he lost his balance and fell to one knee. In this position, his longsword found a subtle thrust angle: diagonally upwards, under the monster's jaw, and out of the back of its head.

"Poof!"

Brain bursts.

It was his last sword of the night, and he didn't even have the strength to pull it out of the monster's body to let it stay in the monster's head. "I won't be able to use it again anyway," he thought.

The last humanoid monster shook twice in front of him, then fell backwards without a sound. Its three tentacles that had pierced into Li Weiyong's body were pulled out by the inertia of falling to the ground, and blood splashed for a while, but Li Weiyong was already numb and would no longer feel pain. His sword stood on the monster's corpse, standing straight and like a banner of victory in the light of the flames.

Now, it's finally over.

Li Weiyong raised his head, and the blood-colored moonlight shone on his miserable white smiling face.

Severe injuries, combined with massive blood loss, would kill him in a very short period of time. He knew it, and he was happy to end his life in this way.

However, even this sad last wish is doomed to fail.

There is a saying that when you are seriously injured and dying, if you can feel the pain, it means that you are at least alive, if you can't even feel the pain, then you are not far from death.

Li Weiyong is currently in a state of "not even feeling pain", not only that, but his wound is even itching. That's right, it's not a pain, it's an itch. Whether it was a pierced shoulder or a shattered hip bone, every bloody wound was itchy at this time, like a thousand ants burrowing under his skin.

It was a sprout, thousands of new sprouts scurrying around his cracked wounds. He could feel that something was wrestling beneath his skin, trying to squeeze through the thin layer of human skin, like a fetus squeezing through a sheep's water and gaining a new life. He glanced down at his hands—the skin on them peeled off like a thread, and the muscles underneath were already visible.

At that moment, he realized that his time as a human was running out.

"At least ......"

His limbs were no longer obedient, so he had to crawl like a dog, crawling to reach for his sword stuck in the monster's corpse. He still felt that he "won't use it anymore", which is really unpredictable.

"Let me ...... When I was still myself...... Die...... Ahem!"

Suddenly, his throat was clogged by something like a lump, and the discomfort was so severe that he retched for a moment. The good news was that he had already grasped the hilt of that sword.

Already...... OK...... No more of this sin......

"Boom—"

When it was, a loud bang behind him, accompanied by a small earthquake-like shaking, interrupted everything he was doing and was about to do. Li Weiyong turned his head, but only saw a black sky covering the moon and a mountain, towering like a mountain, so that he couldn't breathe.

It took him a moment, looking at it over and over again, and then he finally recognized what it was that filled his vision.

It was a mountain, a mountain made of human corpses. And those corpses belonged to every innocent person who was evacuated "safely" under his protection, to everyone he knew, to everyone he cared about or cared about him, to everyone who could occupy a small place in his heart. He saw his parents, brothers and sisters in the mountain of corpses, the common people who had waved to him, the old woman who treated him like a dear dear, and her own grandson. During the day, he had spoken to them, and they had smiled at him, and when he closed his eyes, he could see the smiling faces. Now, they were all lying there, their eyes closed, looking as if they were asleep.

That was his world, and now it collapsed and was buried under this mountain of corpses. Li Weiyong neither cried nor screamed, but was stunned, his expression frozen in astonishment, looking sluggish and wooden. Whether he can bear it or not, he has in fact and completely endured it.

He was dead, like a living corpse, until his head was unconscious, and he lifted it up a little—and then he saw the man standing on the top of the mountain of corpses. The pure white girl, standing proudly on top of thousands of corpses, her long hair fluttering in the light of the red moon, was looking down on him condescendingly as an emperor. The face that was not as beautiful as a human being, and the blood-red eyes, as long as he saw it once, he would never forget it.

He knew who she was, after all, they had only known each other for a short time. He finally knew who was the author of this disaster, after all, she was already standing in front of him.

For a moment, a flame of anger burst from his dead heart. He ripped his throat, and with what strength he had left in his broken shell, he shouted her name:

"Hee-la-"

These were his last words.

Because in the next second, the girl named Sheila only slashed her finger at the air, and directly cut his throat in the air, so that he could no longer make any sound except for the bubbling sound of "gurgling" blood.

"Shhhh ”

"They went too far, so I had to. She said, stomping her feet and stepping on the mountain of corpses under her feet twice, "In this 'game' I designed, there is no 'escape' option. The rules are simple, win or die, they give up the chance to win, and only one death awaits them. ”

"Then again, I really didn't expect that the person who lived to the end would be you. At this, a smile appeared on her pale face, "Is this a coincidence, or is it fate?"

"It doesn't matter...... If you live until now, it proves that you have 'qualifications'. I have prepared a 'gift' for those who have 'qualifications', and you had better accept it with gratitude. ”

As she spoke, she squinted at Li Weiyong, who had her throat cut and was lying on the ground in a dying and unconscious state, and then laughed and mocked:

"Of course, you can't refuse me, can you?"

She lifted her feet off the ground, stepped gracefully into the air, and walked down the high mountain of corpses, finally standing in front of Li Weiyong, looking down at him. Then, she stretched out the index finger of her right hand and stopped directly above Li Weiyong. A tiny drop of blood came out of her fingertip and fell, unbiasedly into his cracked neck, and then down the broken veins, all over his body, into his veins.

"Knock knock!"

His heart began to beat again.

Thus, the story of the young hero named "Li Weiyong" came to an end, and the story of the vampire named "Nalan Twilight" officially began from that moment.