Golden light burst forth, and Luna raised her thin sword, with a knight’s great shield engraved with a cross pattern blocking the sky, taking over the protection of the Lamb Barrier.
"Knight’s Guard!" Luna shouted with vigor, her white hair flying in the wind, her pose sowhat reminiscent of a valiant female knight.
At the sa ti, Su Ming’an leaped onto the wheelchair and charged straight into the sky.
"Hey, the explosions are still happening outside!" Rimu Sheng tried to stop him.
"You guys stay inside the barrier."
Su Ming’an dropped these words. The deep-blue wheelchair shield propped up, and he swept through the flas unscathed, moving against the direction of the missile launch.
The wheelchair flew past the endless flas, trailing a crimson long tail.
This was his chance.
Since Edward, that coward, had made his move, he didn’t mind putting on a display of a thousand-mile counter-kill.
...
"Beep, beep."
In front of a large screen flickering with complex data, a blond man bent over, staring intently at the panel.
On the map data, several bright red missile icons were already shown as having landed, and because the explosion wasn’t over, Edward still didn’t know if this attack had been effective.
This was the first ti since the beginning of the world ga that players had used a large-scale thermal weapon like missiles.
The technological level during the Caius Tower era, apart from so super-era weapons bestowed by "Ta Wei," other weapons were similar to those in Zhai Xing, offering a strong sense of déjà vu.
—This also allowed people to understand just what level today’s players, especially the Number One Player, had reached.
—Could they withstand thermal weapons?
This was a very serious criterion of judgent; if they couldn’t, it would at least put people sowhat at ease. But if players could even withstand missiles... then a scenario where one person could defend a city, the collapse of systems, and the scene of factions ruling separately, was not far off.
Thermal weapons, concerning human dignity, were their last shred of facade—this was a collision marking an era.
Beyond the screen, organizations such as the United Group, Yangtze System, Eagle Country Counterasures System, Ancient Martial Alliance, World Tree Guild, and Gran Victoria Science were all monitoring this mont constantly.
In this mont—so people actually hoped that if Su Ming’an couldn’t block the missiles, it would be good. If he couldn’t block them but didn’t die, even if he were injured, it would prove that their last resort still worked, and that players had not completely broken free from controle...
Edward stared intently at the screen. The area where Luna and others were had no real-ti surveillance, and the missiles were still exploding, so he was unclear whether this attack had been effective.
Just then, footsteps were heard at the door.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a leg kicked Edward’s back, pressing him against the cold operating panel with a loud clang.
Edward imdiately broke out in a cold sweat; he realized in a flash who the newcor was.
"Wait—" Before he could speak, a hand with distinct knuckles picked up his blond hair and "bang" smashed him forward!
"Ah!" Edward cried out as his handso face collided with the cold dial, his nose almost being knocked crooked, and blood streaming down, dripping across an entire glass screen.
"Bang!"
The hand holding his hair showed no rcy, smashing him down hard, once, twice, three tis...
Edward wanted to resist, but felt a gun barrel pressing against his back, enduring the pain, his cheek burning with pain. The person holding him was really smashing him to death.
"Wait—" his lips pressed against the glass, issuing a muffled plea for rcy.
In the blink of an eye, the glass screen was covered with his splattered blood, even emitting a "crack" sound as facial bones shattered.
"No, no—" Edward pleaded, "I launched the missile to eliminate a Beacon mber, sir, please don’t hit !"
That hand paused slightly, and then, another heavy strike followed!
"Bang!"
A loud noise erupted, Edward’s entire face pressed against the dial, flattened like a squashed piece of at, blood streaming down, turning the glass screen a thorough red in a very bloody scene.
The hand slowly let go.
"Cough." Edward coughed out blood, his face now uneven and utterly disheveled.
"Sir, I..." Edward turned his head to et Lin Guang’s cold, double pupils.
Lin Guang’s body, dragging nurous iron pipes inserted into him, trailed mostly on the ground like long pythons extending out the door, so growing along the walls and into the ventilation ducts.
He stared at Edward, his expression cold, his palm still full of Edward’s blood.
"Who allowed you..." his voice very low, his eyes filled with muddy negative emotions, "—to launch a missile at Lewis?"
Edward was stunned.
He had never imagined that this deity’s agent he pledged allegiance to, clearly the biggest faction boss, would go against his own, denying him even the killing of Su Ming’an.
"I told you before that Lewis’s true identity is Yasa Acto, a human hero from thirty years ago. If the deities knew, they would surely want to eliminate him too," Edward spoke.
"I said no! You are not allowed to kill!"
Lin Guang, like a child whose toy had been taken away, slapped Edward on the face with a "smack."
The slap dazed Edward.
Edward didn’t consider Lin Guang an equal human but saw him as a faction NPC; he thought he’d join Lin Guang for a chance to rise to the top himself. Just yesterday, he humbled himself to help Lin Guang massacre residents, displaying extraordinary temporal power, never expecting Lin Guang to strike him!
—His favorability was even raised to 60 points; he should have a good relationship with Lin Guang.
—For soone like Su Ming’an, who easily gave grim faces, Lin Guang would hit him like this?
—His own mother had never hit him like this!
Edward, clutching his face, his hands full of his blood, felt a fiery pain on his cheekbones, definitely broken.
He wanted to yell but didn’t dare, wanted to rage yet couldn’t muster it. He could only try his best to hide the gloom in his eyes, enduring the pain, and bowed his head to say, "Sir, I was wrong."
... just wait, you white-haired bane.
It’s just the first dog to pledge loyalty to Ta Wei, not so smart, but quite temperantal. Once he made contact with Ta Wei, he would obliterate Lin Guang at the first opportunity.
"Smack!"
While Edward was seething inside, Lin Guang unexpectedly slapped him again.
"Next ti, I’ll just kill you!" Lin Guang said coldly.
This ti, the blow made Edward spin around three and a half tis, Lin Guang’s strength value not low, nearly flinging Edward entirely away.
"..." Anger surged within Edward.
Why were even the faction bosses favoring Su Ming’an? Was being a Ruler really that great? He also had a special identity, so why was he still unable to surpass the Ruler?
"Sir, you had issued a final ultimatum to the Beacon earlier; they chose not to hand over Lewis, nor the 400 people, opting instead for a total retreat. They’re clearly seeking a rallying point outside to prepare for war..." Edward said, his voice tinged with pain.
Clutching his uneven face, his heart felt as if it were bleeding; the live stream audience was already saying he had been disfigured.
Lin Guang turned his head, waiting for him to continue.
"So, the Beacon has already rejected your ultimatum. You said yourself that you wanted to kill Lewis, and that’s why I moved. Why now are you..." Edward began.
"Slap!"
Edward never expected what greeted him next was yet another slap from Lin Guang.
This slap sent him crashing into the wall.
Lin Guang withdrew his hand, looking at Edward against the wall and snorted coldly, "Refusing was Lewis’s choice, there’s still one day left, I haven’t personally asked him yet. It’s not your place to kill him!"
Pinned against the wall, Edward was in severe pain, his heart nearly consud by rage.
—If you don’t want to kill Lewis, then stop being stubborn! Being stubborn and not wanting to kill, yet you still slap him!
Now, if he looked towards the top right corner, it was definitely filled with viewers’ mocking comnts, this bunch who only observed and never acted, always finding ways to mock him and watch him endure any humiliation.
[v I donate 50, to repair the disfigured face of the third rank in World’s chart, definitely not for Crazy Thursday.]
[v I donate 648 points, to teach Gran’s brain-damaged children social skills.]
[In January, glittering gold, warmly inviting, Edward, crushed ice, bloody ss, refreshingly cool.]
[Edward, look, Su Rin is express delivery, Lv Shu can flatter, Yamada can preach, Lu can deliver sweets, Xike is the strongest personal AI, Dong An’an has secrets, Che and Luo have a battle group—Su Ming’an has a full range around him, but what do you have? Ah right, you have Lin Guang’s slap, capable of reshaping your face for free, no money needed.]
[Traveler hello, though I don’t know why you ca to this live stream room, let introduce you grandly to, in this room, you can experience the following (but not limited to) contents: City VR Experience Center, Caius Tower War Simulator, Lin Guang Slapping Miniga, Edward’s Facial Reconstruction Competition...]
[Number One Player’s live stream boosts the experience, Lu hosts a communication eting room for the host and viewers, Iris presides over the Goddess Charm Release Convention, Yamada gathers viewers interested in cross-dressing. Only here it’s exceptionally people-friendly, Edward’s live stream getting slapped, smack smack, sounds good right? If it sounds good, it’s a good face.]
[...]
Edward, clinging to hope, glanced over the comnts and almost choked on his rage.
At that mont, he felt an urge to go on a rampage in Main God World, personally chopping these people to pieces.
If it was AOE damage, it could indeed be feasible... He needed to find a way to uncover these people’s offline identities...
Lin Guang withdrew his hand, flicked off Edward’s blood from it, and took a step back.
"So annoying, looking at you irritates !" Lin Guang said coldly.
For so reason, ever since he first saw Edward, he felt he was a cold-hearted and ruthless man. If it weren’t for Edward’s decent strength, he would’ve chopped him up long ago.
Although he had forgotten many things, he was always accurate in judging people. Seeing Lewis, he felt he was a good person; seeing Edward, he just couldn’t control his urge to beat him up.
Right, he needed to check how the missile scene was doing, to see if Lewis was okay...
He turned around and hurried outside, with chanical units dragging along the pipes on the ground, making a loud clanging noise.
"Whoosh!" In a mont, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
His expression was stunned, as though he had witnessed an inconceivable sight.
The blood-red sunlight penetrated the floor-to-ceiling glass, shining down. Before him, a young man draped in a blood-red cape and wearing a pitch-black top hat was slowly approaching.
The brilliant cross light of space danced around the young man, blurring everything around him, filled with radiance.
"Lewis?" Lin Guang whispered softly.
It was as if a fire had suddenly burst in his eyes. His tone was especially jubilant, "Have you finally co to find ?"
This was the very center of the City of Gods. If Lewis had co, he wouldn’t be leaving anymore.
They could be friends here, enduring the toughest of human tis together, until the new century dawned...
"Lin Guang, is Edward with you?" Su Ming’an said.
A sheen of spatial light emanated from him. This was the effect of his newly acquired skill "Spatial Concealnt" after upgrading his space to Lv.6.
...
[Spatial Concealnt: Uses the power of space, continuously consuming Mana Points, to create a hidden space for oneself. This space cannot be detected by beings weaker than oneself (except for over-class skills).]
...
It was a domain-type skill, allowing him to control the range of the domain. He had covered his journey with this hidden space, evading even the City of Gods’ surveillance and alarms.
The standard of this skill was quite high, surpassing the technological monitoring capabilities of the City of Gods. Space indeed had imnse potential, certainly one of the top-tier skills.
As a skill on the sa level as "Space," "Ti" also, if Edward had refined "Ti" instead, it wouldn’t have been so lousy. But Edward’s foundation was insufficient; he was just a high-level human toy bred for nurturing, and his skills simply couldn’t keep up with him, leading him to be utterly crushed.
"Yes, that person is inside," Lin Guang said, his face wearing a stiff smile.
Su Ming’an bypassed Lin Guang directly.
His hands surged with light, and the spatial vibration was ready, just waiting to be unleashed on Edward.
Upon opening the automatic door, he saw blood everywhere, and even so scattered golden locks on the dial and the glass screen. Edward had vanished.
...Escaped?
"Lin Guang." He turned his head, looked at Lin Guang: "Let’s make a deal."
"You say," Lin Guang nodded.
"Use your power, kill Edward, and I’ll be your friend," Su Ming’an said.
Since Edward envied his high-status, he would let Edward experience the thrill of being targeted by the whole world, a daily lesson from his high-ranking status.
"No need for a deal," Lin Guang smiled. "You can never leave, you are fated to be my friend."
Unbeknownst to them, the chanical Army had already surrounded the area, blocking the escape route.
Su Ming’an’s expression remained unchanged.
"Click." He raised the pocket watch from Nailuo in his hand. He still had one chance to teleport, enough to escape from here.
Seeing Lin Guang’s slightly changed expression, Su Ming’an’s gaze was indifferent: "Bring Edward’s head, and I will be your friend, how about it?"
He had already perceived that Lin Guang’s feelings towards him were neither love nor friendship, but a kind of insanity, a dogged persistence to achieve his goal—obscure and without known origin—just like Dong An’an’s obsessive intent to kill him.
Twisted, bizarre, abnormal.
Acto, the sinful man... what exactly did he do thirty years ago that made so many people forget yet still rember him?
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