Chapter 137

There's a problem with time! It's cyclic!

When an Yizhi realized the truth, the light spots around him quickly fell silent and resumed his normal vision.

——Probably normal

He found himself tied to a stone platform, with his limbs fixed by thick iron chains and lying face down.

He wanted to turn his head and look around, but he couldn't. Obviously, the control of the body was returned to the original owner.

"Peterman, are you sure you want to do this?"

In the field of vision, an Yizhi felt his eyes slightly raised. He saw a wrinkled white old man wearing an uncomfortable gray white robe and a strange gold ornament hanging on his chest. The shape of the ornament was very close to the head of a goat, but it had a very ferocious expression.

"Yes, I can't wait"

Ann felt that she was talking. Peterman should be the black uncle he had just played:

"If we miss this opportunity, we will have to wait another 10 years for the master to come. You present may not wait for that day."

Three more people appeared in the field of vision. They were dressed the same as the previous one, and their age was the same, that is, the race was different. An Yizhi saw the appearance of yellow people.

"Peterman, my friend..."

"You and I both know how many people died meaninglessly for this day. You should be happy for me if I can die for my master."

Seeing that he had made up his mind, the white old man stopped persuading.

"Death is just the beginning. Take off this bullied skin, and we will reunite in hell in another way."

A bad feeling, an Yizhi felt that he seemed to have chosen the wrong option.

At this time, there was a wisp of red in the afterglow. Peterman looked down and the stone platform he was lying on gave out a flashing red light like breathing. He knew that the time had come!

"The stars are in the right position. Let's start the ceremony."

When the other three returned to their respective positions, the white old man flashed a fever in his eyes and said to Peterman:

"You are right. The master's wish is above all else. We really can't wait that long“

He nodded to the four people around him, and then read the Desperate Prayer together:

"The master crawled in the abyss, crossed the long river of soul, and never died. He rained filthy rain and flames. My blood, my flesh and my spirit were driven by my Lord to open the door of the abyss..."

The bad feeling became stronger. An Yizhi heard this spell very familiar.

Suddenly, our protagonist felt his body twitch, much like leg cramps, but it was more like the muscles of his whole body were twisting and pulling out of his body.

In addition to this unspeakable discomfort, an Yizhi didn't feel pain. He guessed that the degree of pain may have exceeded the limit that players can bear. Therefore, in order to protect players from being hurt alive, he simply shielded all pain simulations.

He could see big sweat dripping down his forehead into his eyes, saliva and snot splashing uncontrollably, and Peterman must be suffering from inhuman pain.

With the sound of tissue rupture in his body, an Yizhi found that his line of sight was slowly pulling up and regained control of the angle of vision.

Maybe it's like his soul was driven out of Peterman's body. He has no entity and no feeling of hands and feet. Instead, he can look around freely.

Several people under him were standing on a round stone floor, four people were standing in the four corners of the circle, and Peterman in the middle gave a painful cry.

But he still had no intention to stop. What could he do even if he was in pain? He had already seen a more desperate scene than this.

The blood red Dharma array appeared at their feet with the singing of several people. It was not at their feet soon, because their feet began to melt.

Turned into a pool of thick and smelly pus, several people were ignorant, their faces were flushed with excitement, and loudly recited spells from the abyss.

At this time, Peterman in the middle was silent and may be dead. Ann pointed to see a small blue and white ball flying out of his body and into the stone platform flashing red under him.

——Boom

The stone platform burst together with Peterman's body! To be exact, it was completely crushed, so crushed that there was not much dust left. The air was filled with suffocating smog, but these smog even gave off a strange red light.

The spell continued and did not stop.

A burning, destructive smell appeared in the haze. It was not clear what it was, but it was there.

With the appearance of this breath, the red haze seems to be controlled by some force. They gather together, gradually change their color, and finally turn into a portal flashing black and purple light

——Step, step

The footsteps sound like hooves. A sheep headed man with bat wings on his back and the devil stepping on the flame comes out of the portal. First, he takes a deep breath and feels the fresh smell of a weak plane. A murder weapon in the shape of a firewood knife is casually placed on his neck.

"Oh! Master coming!"

Several people as casters did not die immediately. They had less than half of their upper bodies left, but there was no pain. The white old man shouted the name of evil in an incomprehensible language.

"You did a good job"

The devil spoke and raised his weapon:

"Now, give you the reward you deserve"

When the blade fell, an Yizhi clearly saw four light balls flying out of several people's bodies and integrating into its weapons.

"A pious and vengeful soul, ha ha..."

The devil laughed. Behind him, countless strange demon families poured out of the portal!

An Yizhi's vision gradually increased uncontrollably, and soon increased to the point where he could see the whole city.

The demons pouring out of the cinema burned, killed and looted all the way, and the whole city fell into chaos. Some smart guys plan to escape from the city, but they can't leave the city boundary. There seems to be an invisible barrier. People outside can't get in and people inside can't get out.

On the streets, the police and the rebellious people prayed for God's blessing and fought back with guns, but it was futile. Ordinary gunpowder weapons could not pose any threat to these demons who mastered supernatural powers. They were soon slaughtered by the demons. More people shiver in places they think are safe, but they will soon be found at the door.

Some clips flashed back in front of an Yizhi. In prison, Gus, who was covered with bruises, listened to the screams of the outside world, with a dementia like expression on his face, laughed wildly and shouted:

"You will end up in hell!"

Young Thomas and York took another group of people. They swaggered in the uncontrolled street and threw their burning bottles into the shops on both sides from time to time. They were crazy, crazy and unreasonable, leaving their dreams behind.

In the underground wine cellar, the elderly couple who lost their children depended on each other and killed themselves at the same time. In a remote alley, the little boy who once sent a letter to Ann curled up in the dustbin. Several demons surrounded the neighborhood and kept beating the dustbin for fun with human panic screams.

Seeing that the city was quickly turned into ruins, an Yizhi had a voice in his heart telling him:

"No, that's not right..."

–‐‐——–‐‐——

When he opened his eyes again, an Yizhi was like having a nightmare. He gasped, sweat flowed down his cheeks into his neck, and his forehead hurt faintly.

"Is this...?"

It looked like the room burned by fire, full of black marks left by smoke. He found himself lying on a clean cloth, wearing the eternal night robe, and his strength returned to his body again.

"Was that... A dream?"

It's not the first time to enter a dream. An Yizhi quickly guessed what he had just experienced.

But why?

Why does the system let itself experience a dream?

"Master, master!"

Haila flew in from the broken window and plunged into an Yizhi's arms. She almost pierced him into a blood hole

The all metal body is too sharp

"How long did I sleep?"

"Since entering this world, the master has been sleepy for nearly five hours."

Five hours... It's about the same time as in a 'dream', so it's not a dream?

When players enter the 'dream', the system is likely to temporarily change the time proportion, so the simplest basis for judging whether they have experienced a dream is this. This is the information from an Yi, who called the customer service after the copy of the Star Tower.

Open the task panel and he finds that the main task has been completed, but there is no update or activation of other tasks.

What's going on? I didn't join other players

Just as an Yizhi couldn't understand it, there was a messy conversation outside the door. A step gradually approached and soon appeared in front of an Yizhi.

"Grass?"

"Ango, you finally wake up"

It is the lush grass on the plains.

"I'm a little confused. What's going on?"

"I don't know."

Shaking his head off lush grass on the plains, he said:

"After the main task collapsed, we received a prompt that there was a strong foreign aid nearby, but he was in a coma and needed our protection for a period of time until he woke up. Then we found you."

"We?"

Then he thought, it should be the other three players.

By the way, as long as players do not officially meet in the replica, the replica panel only displays a few players, not their names and current status.

Some special copies even block the player's information directly, allowing players to guess who the player is. That's a digression. Let's get back to the point.

At this time, footsteps approached again. Three players entered the room. One of them had to bend down to enter the door because he was too big.

"An Yizhi Hello, my name is Rhett, level 19"

That very big player introduced himself. An Yizhi had seen him.

Although his face is different, we can see from his figure that he is the strong man who chased him all over the street!

"I'm Yale, level 19"

"Gru, level 20"

From the three people's dress, we can see that they are soldiers, archers and a caster wearing white robes and holding a hammer. 80% of them should be responsible for treatment.

If you want to talk about the characteristics... These three European and American guys have dyed their hair in red, yellow and green respectively. Standing together, they look like traffic lights.

After saying their names, the three of them posed as two people squatting in front and red on his back, and shouted together:

"We are the combination of three primary colors!"

An Yizhi: "

From the lush grass on the Plains: "..."