"The world of this game is exactly the same as the real world, and you can think of it as if you were playing in a mirror world of the real world. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Your character models and profiles are exactly the same as your real people, and the names are fixed with your real real names."

"The characters inherit the skills you acquired in the world of Balranta, and in fact you can see yourself as the superman of this world."

"There are no limits to what you can do, you can be a hero who saves the people, or you can be a demon who destroys the world with a nuclear bomb; You can be a guide to a better future, or you can sleep at home with your head covered and spend all your gaming time, it's up to you. ”

"Note that this game is not resurrected, and dying means that your character is completely dead, and you will not be able to re-enter the game until the next round of adding an account, so please proceed with caution."

"Now, Earth Online has officially begun."

Fifteen players and fifteen Heroic Spirits appeared in a square with the towering Eiffel Tower, a Parisian landmark, in the background, surrounded by crowds of people, who were pointing at their large group from time to time, and seemed to think of them as a tour group.

"It's exactly the same." Looking around, Bertrand sighed with emotion, "Technological progress is really getting faster and faster, and sometimes I can't tell the difference between the real and the fake." ”

"It's normal, the technology in the field of thinking is so good...... Well, it's Transwarp, and it's all a family anyway. ”

"This game sounds like a life game, probably like the Sims."

"The Sims? I've loved this game in the past, and if it's true, it's so emotional! ”

"Hey, man, don't forget we're Superman here."

"Yes, that's right, there is really a skill interface, look at my fireball technique......"

Others discussed it one after another, and some people found the skill interface and began to try, and soon successfully condensed a fireball in their hands.

The fireball floated in the air in the hands of the controller, the fire was blazing, and the surrounding air was visibly distorted, and the light and shadow effects were very gorgeous, making others who were not spell professions secretly envious.

Bang Bang Bang ......

A burst of applause rang out.

Following the sound, it turned out that three fashionable and beautiful beauties were standing not far away, clapping at the place, and it seemed that the person who controlled the fireball was a street magician.

There is a beautiful woman to look at - although it is a beautiful woman in the game, but there is no difference in visual effects at all, and the person who plays with the fireball suddenly becomes energetic and begins to play all kinds of tricks, which attracts bursts of applause and cheers.

Seeing that the Fireball Man was so popular, especially since even his own Heroic Spirits began to cheer for him, and several other people who inherited magic skills were not to be outdone and performed their own skills, how could they not let their Heroic Spirits look down on themselves, right? Especially on this special day.

Maybe in reality, some people are introverted, and they won't be able to let go if they really perform in public, but what is introverted in the game, their eyes are full of NPCs, what is the difference between this and a circle of pumpkins? You don't even need to grit your teeth.

And what is the game meant to be played? It's just to play things that can't be done in reality.

As a result, these guys with sub-spell skills quickly became interested, even if they stumbled a little at first, but they soon slipped away, and even Xu Yan was very interested in playing with mind control, which won full applause.

The rest of the people with hand-to-hand combat skills, you look at me, I look at yours, and then look at the eyes of the heroic spirit who looked at themselves encouraging or can also be said to be joking, and they can only grit their teeth. Of course, unlike the spell skill type, they can only play their own combat skills, and this visual effect is more than 108,000 miles thrown out by the spell class with their ass.

At this moment, they deeply felt the true meaning of the Fa Ye being their own son. There's no way, just treat it as a warm-up juggling, and act as an auxiliary to set off the high-end cool of those spells.

Soon, the crowd's performance attracted more and more people to come and gather more and more, and soon occupied a large area in the square.

At this time, a group of people were already playing high, and they didn't know who proposed it, so they simply played the cos warrior mage melee and started the melee. All kinds of actions beyond the limits of ordinary people, realistic light and shadow effects, and handsome combat actions, these add up to a real and fake real PK performance, which makes the atmosphere even more popular.

The performance lasted for more than an hour and turned into a carnival until a small rain arrived.

After the game, a group of people left the villa with endless aftertaste, and even had a dream-like feeling, but when they turned their heads to look at the heroic companions who accompanied them, their hearts were steady, and their hearts were full of motivation.

With everyone leaving, the villa was once again quiet.

Yari looked at Renus, who nodded knowingly and said, "I'm connected to the protection network." ”

"Then I'll turn it on now."

Yali quickly returned to the warehouse at the back of the villa, and entered a space at the back that had not taken Qi Zhihao and them before, which had been converted into a computer room, in which several rows of servers were neatly placed, and it had entered the running state.

Yali walked to the special platform in front of the main console, and the next moment, the lines on the surface of the platform lit up one after another, and Yali's eyes became as transparent as crystal, and countless data streams flowed wildly at an incalculable speed in her eyes......

……

Earth Online, the game world.

Paris, square in front of the Eiffel Tower.

The sky was overcast, the cold raindrops kept hitting the ground, and the pedestrians were looking for a place to hide, and the carnival atmosphere that had just passed was quickly cleansed.

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thundered, and a lightning bolt hit the empty square ground unreasonably, and the dazzling electric light scattered in all directions, reflecting the sky and the earth into a bright white.

A moment later, the electric light dissipated, and a short middle-aged man wearing the uniform of a marshal during the imperial period hundreds of years ago suddenly appeared in the square, looking around blankly.

Soon the crowd who were sheltering from the rain around the square found out about the situation and immediately began to call the police, and some of them even pointed at the short man in a daze and said in trembling words: "The emperor ...... The "Emperor ......" quickly spread and caused a sensation among the onlookers.

Soon, the police arrived, and when he was about to step forward to check and control the strange person in front of him, his eyes suddenly turned clear, and he walked up to the police and said loudly: "I am your emperor, I am back!" ”

The policemen in the vicinity stood for a moment as if struck by lightning, and then suddenly stood up and saluted, shouting: "Long live Your Majesty!" ”

Seconds later, the whole square was boiling and countless French people rushed up to join in the cheers.

Meanwhile, in Berlin, Germany, in a hidden space.

Huge black Nazi double-S emblems are waving in the wind on a red-background flag, and a middle-aged white man with a mustache is giving his speech on the podium below. His voice and body language were full of bewitchment and power, and everywhere he passed, the air seemed to turn to magma, boiling and suffocating, and the people listening to the speech fell into a frenzy, constantly raising their right hands in a 45-degree salute and shouting the same slogan.

It was as if the tsunami-like shouts of the mountains had broken through the limitations of time and space and gradually echoed throughout Germany.

On the other side of Germany, in a small hotel, two bearded men are using their stiff fingers to control the small and advanced mobile phone in front of them, clumsily connecting to the hotel's WiFi, and inquiring about the history of the world over the past century.

In the United Kingdom, across the sea, Buckingham Palace.

Elizabeth II, who was senile, was crying loudly on top of a young woman, and the young woman in front of her was wearing a Tudor court dress, her face was as white as powder, and her eyes were as calm as water.

She whispered in Elizabeth II's ear.

"There is only one wife in England, and that is me."

In the United States.

The sudden collapse of President Hill without warning.

When the Rapid Reaction Force arrived, they saw four people, three standing and one in a wheelchair, sitting quietly on the edge of the rubble, silent to each other.

The atmosphere is frozen as substance.

A small inland city in China far away in Asia.

After completing his visit to the factories in the surrounding countryside for the day, the tired young man returned to the library where he was on night duty, and while greeting the borrowers in fluent Hunan Mandarin, he opened a word file on his computer -- "On the Revolutionary Tasks in the New Century."

In the magic capital, in front of the Monument to the People's Heroes of the Bund, a handsome and calm young man stared at the monument intently, not moving for a long time, and the special temperament on his body attracted the attention of many passing women.

And on the road not far from him, a bus was speeding by. In the car, a silent little man looked at the scenes flashing in front of him through the car window, and fell into deep thought.

From here to the east, across the sea, on the neighboring island nation, in Kudan, Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, a few Japanese veterans dressed in World War II marshal's uniform are huddled around a short old Japanese man walking out of the shrine and slowly walking down the street.

In Moscow, on Red Square, a young man in battle armor, curly hair and a mustache slowly walked towards the Kremlin with a helmet.

And in the eastern Ukrainian city of Kharkiv, on Freedom Square, a blonde man in a gray suit looked silently at the mutilated statue of Lenin in the square.

In Medina, the second holiest city of Islam in the Sierra Mountains of Saudi Arabia, an elderly man dressed in traditional Arabic dress appeared above the Kaaba in the central square of the Haram al-Haram as countless pilgrims watched me. But in an instant, all believers, regardless of denomination, cheered together.

Ankara, Turkey.

Mausoleum of Anitkabi.

Under the gaze of a group of old men in military uniforms, the sarcophagus located in the Hall of Glory automatically opened, and a middle-aged man with a clear face walked out slowly, looking around at everyone.

"The republic will live forever, and I will be immortal." (To be continued.) )