Chapter 577: Dust

It seems that this person is an exploratory script, so he really has no interest in us. It's strange that he can easily say it, doesn't he care about the evaluation or is he lying to us? It doesn't matter, it's just to pass the time.

The wavy woman thought to herself.

"Then ......" As soon as Qian Cang spoke, a violent explosion suddenly occurred in the direction of the central square.

The sun's flames rose into the sky and stretched to the end of the eye.

All the people in Linxi City stopped their tracks, and they were all attracted by this vision.

The street, which was originally not many pedestrians, was instantly occupied by panicked animals, at this time these animals were not afraid of humans at all, they just wanted to escape, and the explosion in the central square was more dangerous and terrifying compared to humans!

"Run!" The wavy woman shouted.

The four of them ran around, although there were few people on the streets, but the vehicles were extremely congested, and although the damage caused by the Truth Pendant to the city was not large, the impact on traffic was very serious.

Just a few meters after running, a gust of wind blew.

The roof was blown over by the strong wind, and small animals, pedestrians, and vehicles were all blown up by the strong wind.

After the storm, there was a sky-blue light that obscured the sky, and in this light, everything began to melt.

Fortunately, the four of them were already far away at this time, and the azure light was quite faint when it arrived here.

As soon as Qian Cang stood up, he looked left and right, and the wails and cries for help were endless.

The sky in the central plaza showed a strange color, like sunset, more like the end of the world.

"It's over." The wavy woman's right hand is placed horizontally above her eyebrows.

"With this kind of power, it's impossible for the Great Alchemist to survive, right?" The handsome man sighed.

The Great Alchemist...... Is it really dead?

Qian Cang pursed his lips.

The rain is still falling, as if it will never stop.

However, the strange things did not stop, and a short-haired woman lying on the ground shouted in surprise: "The rain is flying upwards, oh my God, the rain is actually flying upwards!" ”

It's amazing!

The raindrops falling from the sky began to fly upward, as if they all had invisible wings.

Something that goes against common sense is happening right in front of you, and even if you don't believe it, you can't deny it, unless it's all a dream.

Some citizens pinched their thighs hard, but the 'dream' did not wake up.

A huge alchemy array appeared in the central square of Linxi City, which was a rotating alchemy array.

The intricate patterns in the alchemy array made ordinary people feel dizzy just by looking at them, not to mention that they were still spinning, and at this moment, all of them chose to look away.

As time passed, the alchemy array became slower and slower.

But Qian Cangyi knew that it was not that the alchemy array was getting slower and slower, but that the time around him was getting slower and slower.

A familiar feeling came, and in Qian Cangyi's sight, everything around him stopped, like a still life painting that could not find any flaws.

Time has stopped in the whole city of Linxi!

Matter, space, space, soul, and energy.

It is not only the condition that drives the alchemy array, but also the field that the alchemy array can set foot in.

In the time and space where it stopped, something was quietly happening, and it was clear to Qian Cangyi that Sophie was solving all this.

Qian Cangyi didn't choose to move, and even if he didn't try, he knew that as long as he activated his skills, he could move in the alchemy array.

At this moment, the alchemy array under his feet suddenly stopped, and then began to rotate in the opposite direction.

The house that had just melted down had regrown in place as if it had been rewound, but nothing had changed since the dead creatures. The changes that occur in the house do not occur in the dead creatures.

To be dead is to be dead.

Then, the raindrops that had been flying backwards fell again.

Except for Qian Cangyi, everyone was confused.

Didn't most of the house just now be destroyed? Why is it back to the same way now?

"What's going on?" The handsome man couldn't understand it at all.

"It's over, but it's our failure." The wavy woman touched her hair, looking a little depressed.

"The Great Alchemist is so terrifying?" The big-eyed beauty looks in the direction of the central square.

Calm came quietly, and then quietly left.

The injured person again called for help because of his own pain, and the scene was chaotic again.

"Such a powerful country...... Will you really die? The wavy woman turned her head and asked.

Even if you can't resurrect creatures, even if the activation conditions are extremely harsh, even if only a few people can use it.

But what happened just now, human beings in the real society cannot use technology to do it, this is the ...... The charm of alchemy.

"Yes, you know, there are places where time can't even exist." Qian Cang nodded, and there was no doubt that Coupal would perish, on the one hand, because of the plot, and on the other hand, because of ...... He'd seen something even more terrifying.

The End of the World.

The slenderman staggering forward, the endless chains, the whole space is filled with lifeless despair.

"I don't understand what you're saying." The wavy woman shook her head, "However, it's time to say goodbye, I'm afraid reinforcements from the City Security Bureau will arrive soon, and we don't want to deal with them, it's troublesome." She waved her hand and walked out of the city with her companions.

Two weeks passed quickly.

The number of deaths in Linxi City is so great that it is calculated in tens of thousands.

The tournament did not continue, and although most of the professional players lived in hotels far from the central square, they were still affected a lot, and many of the players were suffering from physical diseases.

Those who are less ill will be treated hard and strive to participate in the competition, while those who are more seriously ill will withdraw from the competition and be actively treated to make themselves longer, while those who are too sick will choose to give up treatment and experience their last life.

As for professional players such as Qian Cangyi, they participate in official commemorative activities.

Under the spotlight, Qian Cang looked down at the commemorative manuscript that had already been written in his hand with sadness.

"Two weeks ago, tragedy struck Linxi City."

"No one expected that our relatives and friends would leave us in such a hurry, they were in such a hurry that we couldn't even say goodbye."

"A year later, we should have a casual chat with them and tell each other interesting things that have happened to us."

"A year later, we should complain to them about how difficult life is and how much we have to worry about."

"A year from now, when we meet them, we should pat each other on the shoulder, or give each other a hug, instead of holding a bouquet of flowers in our hands, standing in front of their graves and asking, "Hey, are you doing over there?"

Applause rang out.

"Either way, life has to go on."

"We should grieve their loss, but we should not dwell on grief, there are many more people around us who deserve our protection. Thank you! ”

After speaking, Qian Cangyi bowed deeply.