Chapter 191

A complete copy of the mechanical system prompt sounds:

[The main task of the copy of Ping An Sanatorium has been completed, and the copy is being closed...]

At the moment when they heard this sound, the surviving streamers who were struggling to survive were all stunned.

They were almost overwhelmed by the unexpected joy in front of them, and after hearing the sound of the dungeon closing, they breathed a sigh of relief without exception.

In the current situation, some people's tasks are difficult, and it has almost become an extravagant hope to accumulate enough points to leave the dungeon according to the basic method. At this time, some people have completed the ultimate mainline dungeon and forced the dungeon to close in advance. It's a lifesaver!

The system counted down in an emotionless tone.

【100, 99, 98...】

Varied? One hundred seconds?

The presenters were stunned.

This time the countdown to the close of the dungeon will be a bit too long.

However, they thought about it, although this time it was much longer than usual, but after all, it was only a hundred seconds, and it would be very difficult to live through this period of time.

In the "cave" of the underground tomb, the few people who knew the inside story were far from being so relaxed.

To be precise, the moment someone heard the 100-second countdown, someone's face changed.

Oops.

You know, the way they completed the main quest this time is the most dangerous of the known options...

This is simply breaking the balance, but completely destroying the balance of the day.

No one knows, after all the conditions are met, what will happen to the whole copy. Wen Jianyan didn't say anything, and they didn't have a chance to ask.

In the circumstances of the day, whether intentionally or simply unintentionally, people implanted a near-blind sense of trust in the hearts of some of them.

After all, Wen Jianyan was the only one who really deduced the inside story of the entire copy.

Whether it is the letter clues in his hands or the number of props he has obtained, it far exceeds each of them. How much information is "exposed" and how much information is hidden is all within his grasp.

They have no choice but to trust Wen Jianyan's judgment.

However, if you want to ask them, whether they believe that this ritual can create gods, and... if the gods are really successful, can they still leave this dungeon alive...

No one can answer these questions.

To a certain extent, "what will happen after the ceremony is completed" is completely beyond the knowledge that ordinary humans can grasp. Therefore, they pin their hopes for a smooth survival on the mechanism of nightmares.

Generally speaking, after the final main quest is completed, the countdown in the live broadcast room is only ten seconds.

If this time is the same as before, even if they know the answers to the previous questions, they can safely go to the system space, or in other words, they need to know.

When hearing the one-hundred-second countdown, someone's heart sank suddenly.

This is a signal.

A good omen.

It means...they didn't leave the dungeon safely and ignorantly as they had hoped before - and what awaited them was a complete unknown.

【91, 90, 89...】

No matter what the remaining anchors have in mind, time continues icy cold.

The countdown counts down slowly.

Without warning, the deafening grand bell rang, and the sound wave seemed to have an entity, 'swinging' in the entire copy.

【When - when - when -】

Compared with the previous six times, this time the bell was too loud, almost deafening, the anchors had to raise their hands to cover their ears to resist the terrifying sound that made their hearts and souls tremble.

The clock went on without a single pause, and even grew louder and louder over time.

【When - when - when -】

As if affected by the sound, the solid ground began to vibrate.

What's the matter?

This... this has never happened before!

The survivors looked at each other in amazement, seeing the exact same panic and "confusion" in each other's eyes.

They are somewhat standing.

"Crack, click."

The sour reinforced concrete cracked and swayed in the ears, the tilt of their gazes, as if they were being bent by some kind of power.

"You, you look out the window!!!"

Even though it was deliberately concealed, the trembling panic still 'revealed' from the prompter's voice, almost changing its tone.

Under his guidance, the survivors looked out the window in unison.

A strange, almost beyond recognition scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The blood-red sky was being devoured little by little, and the place where they were was sticking to the ground in an unstoppable trend. They could see the atrium approaching the window, and the pointed top of the chapel was straight. The ground was facing the window, like a sharp weapon embedded in the ground, stabbing straight at them.

The countdown continues.

【81, 80, 79...】

The seemingly short dozens of seconds have now almost become everyone's nightmare. The hope that has just been ignited was poured into a basin of cold water, and it was instantly extinguished into ruins.

After the bell rang, some of the monsters in the entire dungeon had disappeared, and the only thing left was an empty building shell.

There was a dead silence.

A slightly trembling voice sounded:

"Wait, this copy seems to be... bending?"

It's like a straight ruler, bent abruptly, and then bent again, until one end and one end are connected to each other, forming a complete circle with no head and no tail.

[Integrity First] In the live broadcast room.

The excitement and excitement just now had been swept away, and turned to be heavy and depressed.

"Go... I felt right when I heard the countdown. It seems that this wave is really ready to let them go all the way!"

"Ah, ah, I feel it! This is too extreme! There is no such thing in other ways ... Japan, the anchor is really finished !!"

"This is the creation of gods! Who knows what things can be created..."

"I think it's hanging... The countdown of dozens of seconds seems to be very few, but it is actually very long, enough for a lot of things to happen."

At the moment when the bell ended, some people who were in the "cave" of the underground tomb were thrown away from the dark room by some kind of strong repulsive force!

The crowd was thrown into the distance.

Someone's back hit the wall heavily, and the pain and dizziness hit them together, causing them to lose their heads. They could only be pressed against the wall by gravity and could move.

The top of the head "swinged" with various sounds that made the scalp numb.

As the stone was crushed and shattered, the passage connecting the "cave" of the underground tomb turned into powder and disappeared. The shattered, bloody sky outside the rotunda.

There was a whistling wind in his ears, and Su Cheng was falling.

Suddenly, I felt that I was being pulled hard by something, and my body felt as if it was about to be torn apart, but the feeling of weightlessness disappeared.

He managed to open his eyes and found himself hanging by the wall close to the door. If he slipped a step further, he would fall directly out of the door and into an abyss without boundaries.

On the other hand, Wen Jianyan protruded half of her body from the edge of the wall, holding the prop net in her palm, and her voice was blown away by the wind:

"Grab it!!"

Su Cheng nodded vigorously, grabbed the prop net tightly, the veins on the back of his hands were exposed, and with the strength of Wen Jianyan, he climbed slowly and slowly into the "cave" of the underground tomb.

He was sweating coldly and panting heavily: "Thank you, thank you."

Wen Jianyan was next to him, shaking her head, panting: "It's okay."

Su Cheng raised his eyes and looked forward.

His heart sank suddenly.

The direction from the pulpit to the dark room has all disappeared into the huge sphere of scarlet blood - like neurons, like any existence.

The texture seems soft, yet it seems to flow intermittently.

The figures with high-risk patients all disappeared, it was like...

In the gestational uterus.

This concept emerged in Su Cheng's mind, making him almost frightened by his own thoughts, and shuddered.

That is to say... the so-called god in this dungeon will be born here?

Su Cheng's scalp was numb, and cold sweat oozes from his palms.

He swallowed, his throat dry as if scratched by gravel.

And these people...

It is best to be in the frontmost VIP seat.

"Where's the piece of paper? Do you still have it?"

Wen Jianyan shouted in the wind.

Su Cheng nodded, he groped for his pocket, took out a crumpled piece of kraft paper, and handed it to Wen Jianyan: "Take it!"

Su Cheng looked at the other party.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jianyan seemed... and surprised.

With the panic of the other anchors, he lowered his head, and the expression on his face was extraordinarily flat.

The young man's silver-white hair was swept up by the strong wind, like a hunting banner. Zhang's pale hole drooped down. Against the strange background, he looked extremely calm, almost to the point of madness.

Soon, he rolled up the kraft paper and stuffed it into his pocket.

Su Cheng felt at ease: "What did you see?"

"Just to verify a guess."

Wen Jianyan smiled at him, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"Prove it right."

He raised a finger: "Only the last step left."

Things are going in the expected direction.

If so, Wen Jianyan will choose the safe path.

Extreme, because he had no choice.

Whether it is the "exclusive and shared" that the six people say, or the unexpected "marriage proposal" of No. 05, every action hides a terrifying implication.

Cooperating with any party, there is a great chance to be blocked... to be permanently assimilated into this copy that will always be opened again, lose self-consciousness, and completely become a crazy member.

From the very beginning, he created a god to complete the main quest.

Wen Jianyan raised his eyes, his eyes fell on the scarlet sphere in the distance, and he waited.

With the rotation of the Ouroboros, the gravity gradually shifted to the opposite direction. The few people who had just been pressed against the wall had to use props to stick themselves to the wall and could be pulled into the blood-red sphere.

However, when others were sticking to him, Wen Jianyan did something that shocked some people.

He let go.

"...!" Su Cheng Poyin's scream came from behind, but it was all blurred in the wind.

Wen Jianyan was headless, and just let himself fall into the scarlet sphere. The depths of his amber eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the curvature of his lips was hidden in the shadows.

God is the purpose.

Slaughter God is.

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