Chapter 124 Log out of the game

"fifteen minutes?"

Wu You only felt that this request was unreasonable, "You simply don't want us to win."

But even if he protested like this, he still failed to change the altar's decision. A fifteen-minute countdown has appeared above their heads.

Noah thought for a while, "What exactly is the second mission?"

Nanshan recalled what Shengyin had said before, and said to them: "I remember that we need to rescue all the citizens of the Water City from danger and confusion, and give them a free and peaceful future... I think, what is here The danger mentioned should refer to the disaster of the Blood Moon werewolves, and the confusion may be caused by the religion here, and giving them freedom should be to liberate them from this cannibalistic religion.”

"Peace should be peace." Noah guessed.

At first, when they first entered this dungeon, everyone thought that this place was just a somewhat primitive area, but as their understanding deepened, they realized that this so-called water city actually has a tradition of human sacrifice. The people here Will start wars, bring prisoners of war back to worship, even the citizens of this city, even children are not spared.

Thinking of this, Noah sighed softly, "It seems that the snow girl I helped that day was a reminder to us, and the shackles and chains on her body implied her status as a prisoner of war.

She said she escaped, and when we unshackled her, she asked if we could really do it because she knew we were the opposite, we were priests and she was an enemy prisoner of war , was supposed to be our sacrifice. "

Wu You nodded, and it made sense.

"I feel that all the people who have appeared here have brought some clues. The city people I met with Nanshan, the snow girl Noah and Zhou Yijue met, the person who issued the bark paper, the mother-in-law who divination..."

"Yeah." Nan Shan looked at the elapsed time, "So let's not worry, think about whether we missed someone or something."

A shadow flashed in An Wujiu's heart.

omission.

Indeed, everyone present in this copy is the carrier of the information they need, none is superfluous, and they all get information from it.

Except for one person.

An Wu Jiu raised his eyes and looked at the stone wall, through this airtight barrier, at the strange and terrifying statue.

high priest.

An Wu Jiu turned around and planned to leave the temple.

"Brother Wugui?"

An Wu Jiu lowered his eyes and saw the obsidian sharp knife they used for sacrifice on the ground, so he picked it up, raised his hand and put on the cap of the cloak, and turned around to show everyone a gesture of going out.

Nan Shan nodded, "Let's go together."

Time was running out, An Wu Jiu ran towards the tall tower in the strong wind, everything that happened here seemed absurd, but it was very real, as if it really happened.

This building, its location, its past customs and common food and handicrafts, all remind An Wujiu of old South America.

If the altar really uses the real history as the plot setting of the game, then these characters are well designed and there will be no mistakes.

Looking up at the tower, An Wu Jiu knew that the result he wanted must be here.

He kicked open the stone door of the tower and went up the spiral staircase to the glass room. There is only one translucent stone door carved from obsidian.

Just when An Wujiu's finger touched the door knocker, the holy sound appeared.

"The High Priest is retreating and praying."

But he didn't care, he held the door knocker and opened the door directly.

"The High Priest is retreating and praying."

The holy voice was repeated again.

An Wu Jiu was too lazy to care about this, he tried to open the door and found that there was resistance inside the door, so he turned to his side and slammed it with his shoulder.

Shengyin kept repeating that sentence, like a warning sound from a jammer, An Wujiu didn't care at all, and continued to bump.

Until he really broke the door with his own body.

The moment the door opened, a blue beam of light came from the middle of the door across Chao An Wu Jiu.

He felt that something was wrong, and immediately avoided it. Unexpectedly, after the light was translated to the opposite wall, the wall was directly cut in half.

It seems that even if it is found here, Shengyin has a hundred ways to prevent players from winning.

After confirming that no similar light appeared again, An Wu Jiu broke into this glass room by himself, with only four minutes left.

All the walls here are made of glass, there are many glass mirrors in the room, interlocking and blocking, like a mirror labyrinth, An Wu Jiu is the first to enter it by himself, the inside is bizarre, reflecting a lot of him.

Every An Wu Jiu is full of vigilance, like each other's enemies.

Turning around, he looked for the figure of the high priest in the mirror-stacked labyrinth. Just when An Wu Jiu heard a strange movement and was about to follow the sound to search, he felt a chill behind him.

A guy in a red cloak appeared in the mirror, he was holding an obsidian dagger identical to An Wujiu's, the blade had been pressed to An Wujiu's throat, and a blood line gushed out from the flowers on his side neck.

But An Wujiu's reaction was surprisingly fast, he stabbed back with his hand holding the knife, turned around, the knife slashed at the opponent's right wrist, the severe pain and impact made the opponent release his hand, the obsidian sharp knife fall down. An Wu Jiu stretched out his hand, caught his knife, and at the same time kicked away the high priest who had failed the sneak attack.

The opponent fell suddenly, and fell heavily on the mirror behind him.

His face was covered by the broad cap of the cloak, and shadows covered his face, but there was a faint blue shimmer all over him.

Is this the high priest?

An Wu Jiu couldn't make a sound, he thought to himself in his heart.

The other party seemed to be able to hear his voice and smiled at him, "Yes."

There were only three minutes left over his head.

An Wu Jiu heard Wu You and the others, not far apart, he walked towards the High Priest step by step, holding two swords.

The knife in his left hand touched the opponent's throat, and his right hand was raised, ready to stab at the opponent's heart.

"Do you think you will win this way?" The other party seemed to be laughing, but An Wu Jiu didn't think about it, and stabbed the knife into his chest.

The only thing that made him feel weird was that the high priest didn't seem to want to stop him.

But he didn't have time to think too much, couldn't speak, and didn't want to say anything, he just happily inserted the knife into his heart.

When Wu You and the others came in, they saw such a crazy scene.

Blood splattered on An Wujiu's face, he was like a ruthless and taciturn killer, and also like a heretic who came to kill God.

"Brother Wu Jiu? This is..."

An Wu Jiu stared coldly at the person in front of him, reaching out to lift his hat.

The high priest under the cloak, just like him, has an ordinary face.

Wu You didn't understand, "Why did you kill the high priest?"

An Wujiu could not tell him the reason.

For a long time, he had a bit of puzzlement about this game in his heart. With the level of the game set at the altar, there was a blood moon crisis in the city of water, but at this time the high priest delegated all the powers to twelve ordinary priests and disappeared.

Then why is it necessary for the altar to set up such a high priest role, and directly use the player as twelve priests and join the game, isn't it the same?

According to the game's plot, the blood moon in the city of water appeared because of the appearance of wolf-like pagans. The high priest knew this, but did not appear.

This indirectly led to the cannibalism of the twelve priests.

There is a hidden originator in this game.

He is obviously the most loved person in the city of water, but there is only one reason for doing so, that is, he doesn't want to be this high priest at all, he just wants to watch the priests kill each other and watch them fail, even if it is Killing all the infidels is also a loser.

The altar has already given a lot of hints, and the biggest hint is the blocked god statue. A person who truly believes in gods will never block gods with stone walls.

Unless he is not sincere at all.

The high priest was the greatest heretic.

"so smart."

The high priest who was supposed to "die" laughed, blood dripping from his teeth, "You did the right thing, if you don't kill me, you can't win even if you get rid of all the heretics. I've had enough, I've had enough of everything here, these ceremonies and ceremonies, the day-to-day drama, I've had enough. I have to thank you for setting me free."

Nan Shan frowned, "Release?"

The high priest's heart was gurgling with blood, but his face was still smiling, "I didn't do anything wrong, I replaced the divine right here."

An Wu Jiu suddenly thought of something.

He moved his lips and found himself able to speak.

"You are also a player." An Wujiu had almost no doubts.

The other party raised his eyebrows and praised again, "It's really smart."

"I'm a player, a player who almost succeeded in this game. I have also discovered the terrifying human sacrifice here, and I also tried to resist and overthrow the original control of the water city, but guess what?"

He laughed a little crazy, "I didn't solve the last task, I didn't think that I should kill the biggest theocratic representative, in the last fifteen minutes, I watched success slip away from my hands, so at the end of the game At that time, as an NPC, I became the new high priest."

As the new theocratic representative of this round, a faceless ultimate boss.

Wu You frowned, he never thought that such an anti-human design would appear on the altar, making players who once bravely resisted theocracy but failed to become a new symbol of theocracy, disgusting and unable to escape such a position.

The high priest said, his smile turned bleak, "After becoming the high priest, the game restarts, and everything starts from scratch. I watch another group of players enter here, go the wrong way, and make the wrong choice, but I don't know anything. If it can't be done, they fail to pass the level, the game restarts again, batch after batch, and there is not even one person who can replace me and let me leave smoothly. To be honest, I have almost given up. "

Here, the game over and over made him thoroughly see the control of this religion on people. He was like a real stone statue, unable to survive and not to die. He could only stand here and become a symbol of immortality.

And his heart that once thought he could win and save everyone was completely drowned out in this restart.

"But I waited for you, and you succeeded." The high priest looked at An Wujiu, "I was finally eliminated."

Nan Shan asked, "What about the new priest?"

"Who knows?" The other party said indifferently, "There must be other unlucky NPCs on top."

It is hard for An Wu Jiu to imagine that this person in front of him once prevented the grand ceremony and destroyed the divine power here by himself. At this moment, he has long lost his original heart.

"Game over." The high priest said this with a smile, and the countdown above their heads stopped at the last minute.

An Wu Jiu suddenly said, "Then what about the people here?"

"People?" The high priest smiled. "The game will restart. You don't think it's not a game, do you."

An Wu Jiu did not speak.

"Even if it's not, yes, it's based on real history. This is Tenochtitlan, and the prototype is the Aztec civilization." The high priest walked towards him with a mocking smile on his face, "Then So what? In history, they sacrificed countless living people because they believed in the existence of God. Because they believed that God was white, they were very enthusiastic about the invading Spaniards, and they were killed in the end. You are just a game player. , What do you think you can change? History? Or the future of NPCs in a game?"

He mocked An Wujiu, as if he was mocking his former self.

"Ah, maybe it will. The people here see you with white skin, and maybe they will welcome the enemies who come in the future, and then they will all be killed."

Wu You told him to shut up, but the other party didn't plan to stop.

"You can save some people, but you can't change the end of the game, and you can't change the end of the world. Understand?"

This sentence made An Wujiu suddenly remember what his father said before his death.

No one can be a savior.

After the high priest said the last words, he only gave him a mocking smile, which disappeared into a blue particle and scattered in the wind.

"game over."

"Congratulations to all of you for being the survivors, playing the ultimate ending of the Blood Moon Festival in this round of games, and all the players in the good camp will also survive."

Even after hearing such words, An Wu Jiu still asked, "Where are the players from the werewolf camp?"

"All the players in the werewolf camp died."

An Wu Jiu knew that was the answer.

"Congratulations again, I will now take you to the points settlement interface."

Obviously won the victory, but An Wu Jiu's mood did not improve. The high priest who just died was like a shadow, branded on his heart.

But thinking of seeing Shen Ti soon, An Wu Jiu could breathe a little.

As he thought, after a while, the countless mirrors around them all shattered with a bang, and everything around them shattered into blue light spots, and finally disappeared.

They entered the white space as before, a group of particles around An Wu Jiu gradually formed a human shape, it was Shen Ti.

This scene made An Wujiu feel a little unreal, as if Shen Ti was really just a virtual character, so he was stunned for a few seconds.

Until Shen Ti took his hand and gave him a smile full of security.

"What are you dazed for?"

An Wujiu shook his head.

Apart from Shen Ti, Lao Yu, Andrew and Zhou Yijue from the good camp also returned to the settlement space alive, An Wu Jiu was not only fortunate, but also felt sorry for Matsuura Mori and Todo Sakura who had left.

This kind of competition system makes them have to kill each other, no one is wrong, An Wujiu has no position to give up the game, because there are so many teammates behind him.

And Yang Ce.

An Wu Jiu didn't know how to tell Yang Erci what happened, and he couldn't predict whether Yang Erci would collapse when he heard that his father had died at the altar.

But he believed that even if they didn't match, Yang Erci would still be alive.

And Zhong Yirou. An Wujiu felt very uncomfortable thinking that they might be alone in the altar to survive.

Hope they are all safe.

The altar assigns them points.

"The reward pool for this round of the game has a total of 120,000 points. The four players who survived to the end: An Wujiu, Wu You, Noah and Nanshan can get 20,000 points. Players, the four of you will get 10,000 points."

After the distribution is complete, Shengyin said again.

"Survivors, the gate of the altar is about to open, and now the system will log out of your game account. I hope you all have a smooth and happy life in the real world."

An Wu Jiu frowned.

Before he could express his doubts, his body suddenly felt a rapid fall, and finally fell hard.

He opened his eyes, and he had returned to the game cabin.

Being oppressed by the respirator, An Wu Jiu felt that his breathing was extremely heavy, the wounds he suffered from self-mutilation in the dungeon this time have completely disappeared, only the original wrist scars remain.

In a drowsy state, An Wu Jiu suddenly wanted to know why he was injured so badly, obviously he is an experiment living in a sterile environment, a product carefully carved by perfectionists.

They should not allow themselves any flaws.

The hatch opened, An Wu Jiu saw Shen Ti, the moment they met, he noticed Shen Ti's frowning brows.

"You also think it's very strange." An Wujiu said.

Shen Ti nodded, "Yeah."

Before An Wu Jiu could speak, a familiar voice with a smile came from behind, "This time I didn't mention the time limit for returning to reality."

He turned his head and saw Zhou Yijue's smiling fox eyes.

"Maybe the shrine game is over." Zhou Yijue seemed relaxed.

"So happy." Shen Ti stabbed him with words without mercy, "If it really ends, you may be a widow in your life."

An Wu Jiu quickly grabbed his arm, but Shen Ti muttered to himself, "No, this situation should be called a widow or a widow..."

An Wu Jiu turned his elbow and Shen Ti, reminded in a low voice, "Don't say it."

Zhou Yijue raised her eyebrows, seemingly indifferent, but when she walked past Shen Ti, she said lightly, "Be careful to curse yourself."

Shen Ti twitched the corners of his mouth.

Definitely a bad embryo.

"I won't be a widower." He said to An Wujiu, "My wife is so strong."

An Wu Jiu raised his hand and pinched his face rudely, "Where did you learn these words from."

"I don't remember." Shen Ti smiled, saw Nan Shan and Wu You walking towards them, raised his hand to say hello, then lowered his head and put his arms around An Wujiu's waist, forcing him to stick to himself.

"I was sacrificed, are you sad?"

"What do you think?"

Shen Ti looked at An Wujiu's face, "It looks a little sad."

An Wu Jiu was too lazy to care about him, and did not complain.

But Shen Ti didn't continue joking, instead he took the initiative to apologize, in a gesture of showing weakness, very sincere and cute, "I'm sorry, I made such a risky decision this time, you must be very worried and under a lot of pressure. . But if you say it, it will be a foul, and I can't tell you."

An Wu Jiu shook his head, "It's okay." He raised his hand and touched Shen Ti's cheek, "Just survive."

Nan Shan suddenly appeared beside the two of them with a smile, with both hands clasped, "Wu Jiu is really worried about you, he didn't leave you the night after you were sacrificed."

An Wu Jiu suddenly felt a little embarrassed, "No..."

Nan Shan continued: "He even cried."

An Wujiu looked puzzled.

When did he cry? ?

Shen Ti was so moved that he pulled An Wujiu into his arms, "Really?"

"You think beautifully, the Taoist lied to you! Brother Wu Jiu didn't shed a single tear when you died." Wu You's face was extremely bad, and he tried to pull Shen Ti away, but he didn't move.

Shen Ti stared at Nanshan.

Nan Shan's squinting eyes widened, and then she laughed dryly again.

"I heard that people can't cry when they are the saddest."

After hearing this, Shen Ti pursed his lips, "Next time you have to cry and show me."

An Wujiu was puzzled.

"What kind of strange request is that? I can't cry."

Shen Ti smiled, "I will find a way to make you cry."

Nan Shan, who was always slow, suddenly covered Wu You's ears very quickly.

"Not suitable for children, do not listen to indecent manners."