Snowflakes are flying, and the snow is white. But the extremely cold weather here doesn't stop people from going out. Even on some narrow roads, the snow that has fallen quickly turns into snow and flows away due to the heat generated by crowding.

In the streets and alleys, the cries of selling continued to resound. Peace and tranquility seem to be the main colors of this far north.

A woman haggles with a small cloth vendor. The vendor was laughing and was about to respond to the woman's harsh and rude request, when a figure in black suddenly sped down from the roof, and when the dagger gently slashed past the woman, the man in black had already disappeared.

The woman with a triumphant smile on her lips fell to the ground, and the blood that flowed out quickly stained the snow around her, looking quite tragic and beautiful. The sudden assassination went unnoticed, and they continued to do what they were supposed to do, ignoring the corpse.

It was the little vendor who sighed helplessly. He expressed his disappointment that the deal he was supposed to make fell through, but then he threw himself back into the enthusiasm he was selling to others.

Death, here, has long been a common thing. No one knows when they will die, they only know that they are still alive now.

Reprimands and invectives quickly rang out at the crossings of the street, and several uniformed men walked into the street swearing. After taking a sip of phlegm, he sent two of his men to carry the body up.

But at that moment a hurried figure ran in from the corner of the street, looked at the woman's body in a daze, and suddenly began to cry. He wanted to get closer, but he didn't dare to get closer.

The uniformed man carrying the woman's body watched it coldly, and after receiving orders from their superiors, threw the body in front of the weeping man very casually, and then walked away.

They left with a smile on their lips. It was as if I felt a little glad that I didn't have to carry this corpse.

The man held the woman's body and wept, wept and wept without saying a word. No one came up to comfort them, for they were already surprised. Even the man who is crying bitterly now, when he sees someone else die, he will not pay attention to it. These people, perhaps, have lost compassion for all but those closest to them.

They may no longer be called human beings. But they still live as human beings.

In the black hall, the pattern of a teleportation array quickly took shape, and a figure dressed in blood was spit to the ground as if it had been spit out of the garbage by the teleportation array.

The man sitting on the throne was shrouded in shadows, and no one knew his expression. The garbage that was spit out by the teleportation array immediately leaned over the moment it came out.

He knew who was the real overlord here.

"Blade, you, a divine envoy, have a feeling of dying before you get out of the school. Your image of failure will greatly reduce the reverence of those mortals for us. After a while, the man sitting on the throne finally spoke, and the vicissitudes of life were full of flatness.

"I'm sorry, sir. I really didn't expect that this time I actually ran into the Guardian Envoy, and ...... Quasi-Holy Lord! Jiang Yuan was unwilling, but in front of this person, he didn't dare to have the slightest disrespect.

"Guardian ...... Hehe, just mortals. Lord God, I have already said that it is not possible to let a mortal be a god. A shrill female voice rang out, her words filled with contempt for mortals.

"God...... It's still limited. The Divine Lord's bland words made the woman's voice disappear immediately.

"You said you, met ...... Quasi-Holy Lord? Dismissed the dissenting woman and said to Jiang Yuan.

"Yes, my lord, in the memory you passed on to me, it is indeed the Quasi-Holy Lord. Because, I met Shengxuan. Jiang Yuan said hatefully.

"When you meet that guy, it's up to you to come back alive." The Divine Lord smiled faintly, and no one could hear whether it was ridicule or praise in his words, "But who is the quasi-Holy Lord of this session?" Also, what about that guy in Xingtian? ”

"Xingtian is dead. And that quasi-holy lord is one of my previous enemies, named Broken Dreams. Jiang Yuan said this name that made him grit his teeth with hatred.

"Dead...... Broken dreams...... Your enemies are not bad. But now that you're an oracle, you might have to thank that guy for that. The god smiled.

"So, what should we do?" Jiang Yuan was stunned, but still asked.

"After a thousand years, the state of the Protoss is finally complete again. This time, the place that our Protoss wants will not be limited to this northern realm. The Divine Lord in the dark shadow stood up, his fingers lightly caressing his face. That terrible wound, even after thousands of years, still gave him unforgettable pain.

"Holy Lord...... You're dead, but I'm not dead. We, the Protoss, will eventually reign over the world! ”

Voices of grief and anger resounded in the hall.

[System Announcement]: The era of the Protoss is coming, and the maps of the world are about to be connected, please go offline within fifteen minutes. Estimated maintenance time is 20 hours.

[System Notice]: So the player level is +20, and the Tribulation will enter the Age of the Gods!

Lin Yan looked at himself, Liu Sui, Jiu Ge and them, and the white light on everyone's bodies kept flickering. In the blink of an eye, Lin Yan actually stepped into the door of level sixty-seven. And Liu Sui Jiuge and the two of them also stepped into the door of level sixty-six.

"Jiang Yuan, this guy, what kind of BUFF can't you do?" Lin Yan said with emotion.

"It's not a buff, it's a key." Chen Feng, who had already appeared in front of everyone, naturally would not leave again, "Moreover, the key is not only Jiang Yuan. Lin Yan, you, and me. Both of us are keys, too. ”

"In the prophecy, when the three roles of the divine envoy, the guardian envoy, and the quasi-holy lord appear in the land of the gods at the same time, the heavenly tribulation will usher in the era of the gods in advance."

Now, the prophecy has come true. The Tribulation, this time truly a world of its own, has been out of the grip of humanity. ”

"Wait, wait, isn't the Apocalypse just a game? Why does it still have a life of its own? Lin Yan, who was a little dizzy by Chen Feng's big words, had to interrupt, at this moment he felt that his worldview was being pressed to the ground again and again.

"I told you a long time ago, Lin Yan, the Heavenly Tribulation is more than just a simple game. When I went to that place, all the secrets of the Tribulation were no longer secrets. Chen Feng closed his eyes, thinking of the swordsman who appeared in his mind, "The real name of the Heavenly Tribulation is the Battlefield of the Gods!" ”

"The Battlefield of the Gods?" Lin Yan was at a loss again, and Liu Sui, Jiu Ge and other players were also at a loss. They were also a little dazed by what Chen Feng said.

"It's a little too early to say that you are a god. At the moment, the biggest threat to humanity is the Protoss. Chen Feng glanced at everyone and said, "Everyone here, if you want to submit to the Protoss, you have to do it as soon as possible. If it's later, there's no chance. ”

In Chen Feng's gaze full of coercion, even if some players wanted to refute, they didn't dare to say a word.

After all. Xingtian, who had been fighting hard for several hours before being killed, was killed by this talking guy in a second. If you say something that upsets this guy, it may not be impossible to be hunted down to level zero. Looking at their boss, he won't help them.

"Nine songs, you have to make your choice too. You may also be a great disaster. Chen Feng said to Jiu Ge mercilessly, but the latter only smiled faintly, "I will always be on the side of the human race. ”

"That couldn't be better." Chen Feng smiled slightly, and then a few people turned into white mangs and went offline.

"What's going on, what's going on, the Age of the Gods has come so much earlier?" The old man looked at the big changes that had taken place in the game, they could still control some of the things in the Tribulation, but after 20 hours, they would lose all the control they had over the Tribulation.

"Technician, can you recover?" The old man asked weakly at Jin Guosi.

"There's no way, the catastrophe is gone. We seem to have been fooled. Jin Guosi shook his head and said.

"Robbery, gods, gods. How to go on this path, the thoughts of the Heavenly Tribulation are far beyond us. Now, it's getting impatient. The middle-aged man next to Jin Guosi also sighed and said.

"No way, all this is God's order......" The old man sighed, he wanted to stop all this, but it was useless in the end.

"Let's wait and see what happens. This war will eventually begin and it will eventually end. Now, it's just a little bit early. A clear young voice suddenly came from the door, accompanied by a young figure.

Jin Ran.

"Jin Ran, did you arrange all this?" Hearing this relieved words, Jin Guosi's face changed and he asked.

"Father, do you think I really have the ability to arrange this?" Jin Ran looked at Jin Guosi with a smile, the first time he didn't raise the bar with the latter, and it was after that he shouted the word father for the first time.

"You...... What are you calling me? Jin Guosi was stunned and said to Jin Ran.

"Father, isn't it?" Jin Ran said with a smile. Jin Guosi hurriedly shook his head, and muddy tears kept falling from his eyes, this father, he had waited too long......

"Jin Ran, are you going to step into that battlefield too?" The old man asked in a deep voice.

"That's nature!"