When he appeared in the virtual world of the metaverse again, Song Ziyu actually crawled out of the ruins after the explosion with difficulty.

Smoke billowed all around, and corpses were everywhere.

Obviously, the missile attack just now caused huge casualties.

Ruins!

Appalling.

Song Ziyu stood in the middle of the ruins, looking at the scenes of humanitarian relief while crying and shouting, Song Ziyu was stunned.

On the one hand, everything shown here is so real that Song Ziyu doesn't feel like he's in a virtual game.

On the other hand, the people here are too alive.

Not far away, a father who had just dug up his son, who had been killed by the bombing, was crying as he clung to the mutilated corpse......

Dozens of meters away, a man with a broken leg was crawling down the road wailing, and behind him was a sea of burning fire.

Song Ziyu was shocked!

The pain and despair displayed in these people seemed to be more real than the human beings in some of the planes they had walked through.

Just when he was shocked, the sound of an ambulance of "Ula Ula" was heard in the distance, and Song Ziyu looked at it and found that in such ruins, there were doctors who carried out humanitarian rescue.

This world doesn't seem to be in ruins.

Song Ziyu's feeling seemed to be pulled back to the long-lost era of civilization in an instant.

"How is this possible......

Song Ziyu watched it for a long time, and finally sighed to himself.

"What's impossible?" There was a response behind him, and Song Ziyu looked back, and it was Lin who had wrapped himself tightly.

"Please, can you please not make yourself so mysterious, I don't know if you think you're a terrorist."

Song Ziyu glanced at Lin.

But Lin said disapprerovingly: "You have to respect the rules of the metaverse, if you go and look in the mirror, you probably won't be so talkative."

As she spoke, Lynn picked up a piece of glass from the ground and handed it over.

Song Ziyu picked up the glass and shook it at his face, of course, he was stunned.

In the glass shards, a thin man with a beard appeared in front of him, looking at the contours of his face, Song Ziyu vaguely felt that this guy was himself, but this bearded man was a completely different style.

"Where is this?" Song Ziyu put away the surprise in her heart, and then asked Lin.

"This is the Sharjah region, one of the many maps of the metaverse!" "With a total area of about 365 square kilometres and a population of over 3 million, the Sharjah region is one of the most war-torn areas in the metaverse......

"This area is, in a sense, a large concentration camp, where more than three million Sharjahites are being held in a brutal ethnic persecution by the hostile Greeks."

"According to our calculations and research, Xihe uses significantly less computing power on the map of peaceful development, and if you want it to generate loads, you must start a war."

"So, we agreed that this area is a great place to make a fuss."

After listening to Lin's words, Song Ziyu thought thoughtfully: "So you are provoking a war here?"

"You're wrong! It's not because we're here to start a war!" Lin corrected, "Even without us, there would still be war going on here! This is the inferior nature of human beings, even after entering the virtual world, the cruel and aggressive character of human beings is still displayed...... Our arrival is only to make the war more violent."

As he spoke, another missile flew overhead, and the city in the distance was suffering from the explosion.

"What are they fighting for?"

Song Ziyu asked.

"Do you need to ask? Of course, for the land, for the living space, and for the so-called religious beliefs." Lynn replied.

"Ridiculous, don't these guys know they don't exist?"

Song Ziyu said: "It's all a group of floating clouds, why bother."

When Lin heard this, she corrected: "Song Ziyu, I need to correct your concept, here, we are actually the ones who shouldn't exist, they are the truth here."

As he spoke, an eighteen-handed jeep stopped in front of Lynn as it crossed the broken streets and ruins, and the man driving it was also a bearded man.

The bearded man shouted at Lin and Song Ziyu, "Get in the car, the Great Elder has given a task."

Song Ziyu looked at Lin in a daze, and didn't understand what kind of drama this was singing.

Lynn climbed into the jeep very skillfully.

"Don't forget who we are, we are members of the resistance of the Sharjah people, in this world we are directly dispatched by the Grand Elder of the Sharjah tribe, the Heylai people have bombed our settlements, and things will definitely not be settled like this! I'm thinking the Resistance is going to get revenge."

Lynn explained, "Get in the car and take you for a ride."

Song Ziyu happily got into the car, and the man driving was not a teammate from the real world, but he was the real soul of the metaverse.

At this time, the *** who was driving was chattering, which roughly meant that this time the Greeks bombed the settlements in the Sharjah area, killing and injuring hundreds of people, and everyone was indignant and ready to retaliate.

Lack of language organization skills, but it does not hinder their ability to drive.

In the ruined streets, jeeps went on a rampage like a dragon, flying to the rooftops several times before making a crash-landing with unmistakable accuracy.

Soon, the jeep took Song Ziyu and Lin to the assembly point.

It was a deserted supply point near the wall.

The Greeks have been assassinating members of the Resistance for many years, especially at the top!

Ninety-nine percent of the Greek military's attention is focused on urban areas, ignoring the barren areas near the wall.

Taking advantage of the darkness of the lamp, the Resistance's elders quickly issued an order to assemble.

Song Ziyu followed a group of resistance fighters in a variety of combat uniforms into the makeshift camp.

Hundreds of people have gathered here, and the atmosphere is very solemn.

Everyone had no interest in talking, and when they got to the place, they began to pray.

Soon, when the manpower was almost assembled, the gray-haired and bearded elder arrived.

Without any superfluous greetings or nonsense, the Great Elder went straight to the point: "The Helais have seized our land and will drive us to extinction, and if we don't fight, the race will perish."

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The men below shouted feverishly.

Seeing that morale was available, the elder continued, "Tonight, we will make the arrogant Greeks pay."