For the sake of fellow citizens.

"It's also for you, Yuan Xuxue, they don't want to see you die." He said, "Come back." ”

Obviously, every word can be understood, but the words formed by the combination still make Yuan Yuxue fall into a moment of confusion.

In order to...... I?

Yuan Yuxue has sacrificed for many people.

But he himself was caught off guard and overwhelmed by the situation.

- There are also people who pay for him and don't want him to die.

It is not worth mentioning, and the lives of war robots that should be sacrificed for human beings are also cherished by people.

Yuan Yuxue was really in a trance, and the screams that belonged to "it" in his mind were even more tragic, but it made Yuan Yuxue come back to his senses in the battlefield, which could be regarded as a blessing in disguise.

Without waiting for Yuan Yuxue to sigh and ask, "What's your name", a few words were vaguely pieced together in the poignant tone of "it".

"Impossible!"

"Impossible!!"

"They shouldn't let you live—"

Yuan Yuxue was vaguely aware of what was happening, but only at the moment when he pursed his lips slightly, the heavens and the earth shook, and the night fell, as if the sky had collapsed, and the darkness instantly enveloped the entire space.

Chapter 560 Rule 8

…… Pain, pain!

In the pure darkness that seems to return to the mother, the most straightforward thing is the pain that seems to have been torn apart and reassembled countless times. The players are barely conscious, they don't even notice their own "existence", they only feel as if the flesh and blood of human beings have been dismantled into pieces. They are particles floating in the universe, mayflies in the sea, no matter what they are, they will never be complete "people".

It hurts so much.

The pain is so painful that they want to die completely, their consciousness dissipates, and they don't realize such pain......

- No!

Almost abruptly, Chaos came back to his senses.

How can consciousness dissipate? No! Never!

What is the difference between losing oneself and dying permanently? Even scarier than that.

And when they realized this, and their brains were back in action, a huge stream of terrifying information flooded into their minds, helping them understand what was happening when the night fell, the sky collapsed, and there was no end of darkness.

A violent sense of panic came over me, almost disgusting, and it was difficult to digest the information about the "copy" for a while.

No......

That's not a "copy" at all.

That's just for countless players-

A place of bones.

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The first group of players came to City A.

Of course, at that time, City A was not a city at all, it was just a small, very small village with only a few hundred villagers.

And their only task is to survive the "natural disaster".

The Scourge is a curse on this quest.

An irreversible, unstoppable catastrophe has arrived, and an endless stream of goblins threatens to overwhelm almost everyone like a burst flood.

Even though this quest brought together the largest number of elite players, these high-level players seemed so powerless in the face of overwhelming nightmares, they lost many of their companions, and it was obvious to the naked eye that no one could survive this catastrophe, including the strongest players among them.

The player feels an unusual resentment and injustice, because this dungeon is not very strategic, it is like a botched "plot kill", and the only function is to bury them here. With the almost irresistible power of many ghosts, they were completely and subversively crushed.

From the moment they entered this dungeon, they were doomed to death!

They were the first players to be drafted.

It was really, early. As early as their existence has been erased, players today can't imagine that the "survival" game at that time was actually very "benevolent", even if it was a difficult dungeon, the mortality rate was not high.

Players can use a certain amount of points to pay for mission failure. In the quest after dungeon journey, players gain the ability to strengthen their physical functions and awaken their talents, and get a variety of prop points rewards, so that they can stay in the safe zone for a long time without worrying about running out of points and being expelled. Compared to the death dungeons, "survival" at that time was more like a mercenary-based adventure game.

There is never a small danger, and there is also a certain mortality rate. However, for these players, such a price is perfectly acceptable, and they do not feel hopeless and depressed, but feel that it is more like some kind of special grind.

This experience also made them not numb to death, but more courage to question injustice - so players who struggled to survive in such a desperate situation can't help but have questions.

Obviously, the previous dungeons have left life and survival, why is this dungeon so different?

It's like...... Its purpose is just to get them to die here.

Is this fair?

Does this fit the "rules"?

The growing confusion was wrapped in the despair of the dying moment, and even more angered, because everyone was clearly aware of -

This is unfair!!

And just when the players have strong doubts about the rationality of the existence of this dungeon, it seems that the "silver lining" that will be left in each dungeon appears.

Players discover that although the village has been completely overrun by goblins, there is one place that seems to have become a "safe house". The goblins were no longer close enough to break through the thin, seemingly unobstructive wooden door.

That safe house is also the residence of the village chief here. He shivered and hid in the house with his family, but after finding that the ghosts could not break in, he couldn't bear the villagers being slaughtered and devoured by the ghosts, so he shouted with all his might by the window to attract the other villagers to flee to the house.

The news spread quickly, and the players got aware.

They narrowly avoided the goblin attack and fled in terror to the crumbling hut.

The space inside the house is quite cramped.

The chief's house seemed to be more dilapidated than the villagers, and the players never seemed to live in such a cramped house - cramped roofs, humid and stuffy air, everyone rubbing shoulders one after another, and limbs colliding in one place from time to time.

They were forced to cling to each other, social distancing was no longer there, and the moist breath of the person next to them seemed to be sprayed on the face.

I don't know who doesn't pay attention to personal hygiene, the smell of not taking a bath for a long time and the body odor emitted by vigorous sweating are mixed together, and the smell is disgusting in the stuffy, narrow and confined space.

The players frowned patiently as they were constantly squeezed in and out of the crowd.

They even stood on their tiptoes and sucked their abdomen as if they were going to save a little space – but the worst happened.

Inside the cramped and dilapidated hut, people were already standing.

Even if they are squeezed so that they can't breathe, and the gastric juice in their stomachs will retch, they can't squeeze out a little more space, and pour a bottle of water into it, and the water will be squeezed out of it.

But no, there are still a lot of people out there who haven't come in.

The crowd in front of the doors and windows realized that this was the only refuge, and the fear and survival instinct behind the monster made them let out a sharp, bloody cry like a cuckoo before it died.

"Squeeze a little further, go further!"

"Let me in, please, let me in—"

"Don't block the door! Don't squeeze! ”

"Let my child go in first, he's still young, please, please!"

Someone noticed that the monster had been attracted to the crowd.

The big man with a strong body tried his best to squeeze a way out of the crowd. His eyes were fierce, his muscles squeezing out of his erect cuffs, and in his desperate anxiety, he realized the fact that no one could be squeezed into that safe house—

But he didn't give up and didn't want to die. In the confusion, he grabbed a player in the room by the shoulder, pulled her, forced her out with a force that seemed to break one of her shoulders, and quickly squeezed his huge body inside. And because the position was too narrow, he saw that the others were also rushing up, and in a hurry, he pushed another thin woman out, leaving an open space large enough for him to stand.

It all happened in the blink of an eye.

At first, the player who was ripped out just looked light and far superior in strength to the big man, but because he was defenseless and anxious, he was pulled out in a trance.

After reacting, she was immediately annoyed, and her mind was overwhelmed with disbelief and astonishing anger. She never imagined that someone would meanly pull the others out of the house, viciously trying to seek revenge on the big man and kick him out of the safe house, but she had just taken a step forward—

A fishy smell came in, and the mouth of the massive insect-like monster wrapped perfectly around the front of the hut.

It swallowed dozens of people in one go, biting off half of the player's body as its mouth closed.

The vertical half of the body, the back of the head, the back, and the hind legs are cut extremely flat, like half of a split pork fan.

In the midst of the severe pain, the player quickly lost consciousness and was chewed by the monster with his tongue. The splattered blood fell on the faces of the humans stuffed in the doorway.

They didn't seem to react yet, and when their eyes met the monster, they were beyond instinctive fear, and subconsciously screamed.

"Ahh

The scream was as if he had been gnawed at his bones, but the horrified, constricted, jagged mouth was in front of him, but it did not attack him. However, someone fell under the accident, fell out of the door with a pair of legs, and was quickly eaten by the monster and lost the lower half of his body.

Screaming.

But the people in the room seemed to come to life, and the blood flowed again.

They're in the room, they won't have an accident.

The strange silence didn't last long, as the lover of the player who had died earlier saw everything.

He stared at the big man with bright red eyes, his voice was about to drip with hatred, and he almost collapsed and accused, "It's you! You pushed her out! You killed her!! ”

In such a tragic accusation, even the big man was a little weak-hearted and scornful. He hadn't recovered from the terrifying scene just now, and subconsciously defended himself, "I, I didn't!" There were too many people, and what I accidentally squeezed her out was that she didn't come back, this, this is her life! ”

They used to be very good friends and later became unwavering lovers.

They agreed that after the mission, they would take a period of vacation to travel to the famous safe zone attractions.

They had been grinding their temples and worrying about the future of this copy—and then she died in front of him, in such a tragic way, without a body.

The person who killed his lover, not even wanting to feel guilty about it, loudly slandered it, saying that it was "her life".

Destiny.

The next time Dahan uttered a slanderous word, his head fell - the headless corpse could no longer utter a word from his mouth.

The player who easily killed him kicked out the big man's corpse with a blank face. He looked at the place where there were still traces of warm blood that no one dared to stand for a while, and said expressionlessly, "There are two places vacant here." ”

No one accused him of revenge.

But Pandora's box was opened.