Yakumo tried her best to finally return to the first layer of the blockade as fast as she could, but it seemed to be too late, and the scene in front of her almost made her go berserk. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

About 100,000 players surrounded Kirito layer after layer, and Kirito was surrounded by blood mixed with dirt all over his body, perhaps they felt that the end was decided, and instead of shooting directly, they wanted to smash the traitor to death with the butt of their guns.

Kirito had no physical strength at this time, and there were still several gunshot wounds on his body, which continued to bleed, and the feeling of powerlessness made it difficult for him to even lift his sword.

"Traitor, kill him, and kill him once you see him in the future"

All the players shouted, but they didn't expect that they were players but they wanted to help the world boss, and there must be some deal behind it.

The players kept smashing Kirito with the butt of the gun, although for a while, he still had defense, but the loss of physical strength made him fall to the ground, and he had no strength to resist, so he could only let the players smash it.

Kirito's eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and he really wants to sleep, but he is afraid that as soon as he closes his eyes, he will not see her again, and he will never see her again.

As for why he thinks so, Kirito doesn't understand, it's just that he has always had this fear in his heart, the fear of losing his beloved.

"Damn, you bastards, I'm going to kill you"

A roar containing earth-shattering resentment made all the players stunned, and when they looked back, they were immediately frightened and took a few steps back, but then there was a burst of joy, I didn't expect this world-class boss to still be there.

"Brothers, kill the boss, nothing will be in the future"

"Kill the Boss"

"Kill the Boss"

Yakumo Zi lowered his head with a gloomy face, clenched his fists, pulled out a purple long sword with a slight trembling hand, and said a word, and kicked his feet directly, shooting straight out like a cannonball.

"Roll"

A sword sweeps away the player who stands in his way, no, the enemy.

"Ahh

The closest crowd of players fell in a row, and their waists were cut off by Yakumo Zi's sword qi, turning into two pieces and falling to the ground.

Blood sprayed onto the players in the back row, causing a rain of blood to rain at low altitudes for no apparent reason.

The players touched the blood on their faces, their pupils shrank, and then they stared angrily at Yakumo Murasaki, raising their weapons and pulling the trigger.

"Da Da Da"

In an instant, a burst of gunfire rang out, and an overwhelming barrage shot straight at Yakumo Purple.

Yakumo Zi smiled coldly, and regardless of the countless bullet rains, he ran directly towards the players, to be precise, to Kirito in the encirclement.

But at this moment, a loud gunshot caught her attention, and seeing that a crack was added to her mask, Yakumo's face changed slightly.

Sure enough, there are still that kind of weapons.

But now there is no time to pay attention to it, Kirito is still waiting for himself, although he knows that he can be resurrected, Yakumo Murasaki always has a feeling in his heart that he wants to lose Kirito.

"No, I won't allow it" Yakumo Purple shook her head in horror, not believing the feeling in her heart.

Looking at the group of players in front of him, Yakumo's heart has changed, he thought it would be good to dodge, but now it seems that the best way to kill them is to kill them, so that no one in this world will come to chase and kill him.

"Why are you pushing me?" Yakumo Zi said to herself with a complicated complexity.

"Get out of the way" Yakumo Murasaki stomped heavily on the ground, and a one-meter-wide crack suddenly appeared on the ground, and then this crack continued to the players' feet.

"Boom"

"Ahh

The ground under the players' feet suddenly collapsed, forming a hundred-meter crater, and countless players in the pit were struggling, stretching out their hands and calling for help from the players above.

"Hmph"

Yakumo Zi looked at it coldly, his eyes were full of indifference, and he stepped on it again, and the hundred-meter pit "boomed" again, the ground shook and expanded twice in size, and some players who wanted to go down to rescue their friends also fell down one after another.

"Ah~ save me, save me"

The players above took a few steps back, not wanting to be taken into account.

It can be resurrected anyway.

Yakumo Murasaki's attack again, some of the dirt has long been buried alive for the first player to fall, and when the oxygen runs out, that's when they die.

"What is the courage of you to smash Kirito? Laugh! Why don't you laugh anymore? Yakumo Zi grinned and looked at the players struggling in the pit, jokingly.

"Haha, it's just a boss, arrogant what? The big deal is to resurrect once, Lord God of War is coming soon, you can't run away, you can't run away" The players in the pit also let out, pointing at Yakumo Zi and scolding nonsense.

"Cut, huh?" Yakumo Zi snorted disdainfully.

That god of war, if he dares to come, I will dare to kill.

"Purple"

Yakumo's face changed, and he looked behind the group of players, and after seeing that it was Kirito who stood up, he ran towards him with a happy face.

As for the crumbs that stand in the way?

"Get out of the way"

Stepping on the ground, earth-shattering, the hundred-meter pit was formed again, as if it had been hit by a meteorite, but the difference was that the pit was not flat, it was all pit and pit rocks or sharp stones, and it was nine deaths and a life if it fell.

"Poof"

A group of players were caught off guard and fell to pieces, most of them dead and dead.

Although the players knew that they could be resurrected, they were also frightened by this disgusting death, and they ran away one after another, hoping that the god of war would come soon.

Without their obstruction, Yakumo Purple came to Kirito's side smoothly, looking at its thin body, the black trench coat was full of gun holes one after another, covered in blood, and its face was pale.

He wanted to stand up, but fell again and again, Yakumo Zi ran up to help Kirito, put him on his knees, stroked his pale and delicate face, and said distressedly: "You should run away, they can't keep me yet"

"Ahem"

Kirito shook his head slightly, and said weakly: "What stupid words, I said, this sword is born because of you"

"Drop~"

A tear fell on Kirito's face.

"Purple, I'm not dead yet, why are you crying?" Kirito looked at Yakumo Murasaki, whose eyes were slightly red, and smiled bitterly.

Yakumo Zi wiped the corners of his eyes, shook his head and sobbed, "Who said it, it's just the sand in your eyes"

Kirito smiled slightly and said, "Purple, I know you forgot me, but I also have a feeling that this world is too unreal, including you"

"What?" Yakumo Zi was stunned, this surprised her too much, she thought that only she had this feeling, why did Kirito have it?

Kirito nodded and continued, "I always feel like I've lost some memories too"

"Huh?" Yakumo Zi was completely confused, this encounter was exactly the same as herself, what the hell was going on?

"Ahem, it's true, I can't explain it now, I hope we can see each other again"

After saying that, Kirito slowly closed his eyes.

Yakumo Zi hadn't come back to his senses at this time, and after a while, before he heard Kirito speak, he looked down and looked at it suspiciously.

“………………”

His fingers probed his nose, his body trembled, and he slowly put down Kirito's body.

Yakumo Purple stood up and looked blankly at Kirito's corpse, isn't this a game? Why do you think he's dead, why?

"Boom"

The earth-shattering momentum instantly rushed into the sky, and the clouds seemed to be very frightened, and they dodged one after another, forming a cloudless spectacle.

"You Are All Going to Die"

Yakumo Zi flew into the air, looking at the dense ants on the ground, she was furious, and she had lost her mind.

………………

In Tokyo City, in an ordinary apartment in a certain district, a black-haired teenager slowly opened his eyes, he sat up, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar bedroom environment, rubbed his eyes, remembered the memory in his mind, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said bitterly: "I really don't want to wake up"

"Ernie sauce, what time is it, it's late"

"It's coming"