War in Heaven - Chapter 1368

Grandpa wondered, shouldn’t this game be horrible? “

Looking at the blood-stained humanoid on the ground, the special agent’s face was black: “Ye is drunk too, what the **** is this?”

“I don’t know.” The Frankenstein’s bandage was also bleeding.

Since entering the game, they haven’t seen a living person, with deadly dead bodies everywhere. Some of them can barely recognize the human form, and more is a pool of blood on the ground.

“My grandfather is convinced …” The special agent scoffed and looked around, looking for the survivors.

Seeing the other person seemed irritable, the Frankenstein asked, “Are you afraid?”

“My grandfather is not afraid.” The special agent shook his head sharply, and explained: “It’s just such a scene that makes people uncomfortable. Understand?”

“Instinctive sorrow and fear of death of the same kind is a reaction imprinted in human DNA.” Frankenstein read out the information he had found a long time ago: “I see.”

Although it has long been eager to become a human, it is impossible to completely imitate humans. These instincts hidden in genes cannot be learned by Frankenstein.

“What’s wrong with this game?” The agent muttered.

The two walked slowly, entered a town in front, and walked through the street sandwiched by wooden houses. Then they witnessed a more brutal picture.

This town is dead.

Residents’ bodies covered the entire street, flesh and blood melted in front of the two, and the remaining limbs were still slightly convulsing, as if the breath of life above had not disappeared.

In the open space at the far end of the town, a huge ghost was slowly moving, bringing out the howling wind. Despite being unclear, the Frankenstein and the special agent saw the flashing knife light.

“That wouldn’t be death …” The special agent clenched his fists.

If it had been in the past, he would certainly not care about such things. But now, after learning that the npc in this game really has “life”, it is not the same.

“Do you know what they are doing?” The special agent looked at the Frankenstein around him.

However, Frankenstein didn’t bother the “benefits” who helped him enter the game. His body was stiff and his consciousness had drifted away.

Relying on the “cheat” used in the chaotic city, Frankenstein came to the virtual shadow and stared at the other person’s figure.

This so-called “death” is not like the common npc in war heaven. To be precise, its workmanship is extremely rough, but it is somewhat similar to the bosses set in old games.

That thing has the shape of a **** of death, but it is actually a collection of disordered data. The set goal should be all the npcs where the slaughter passes. As for why …

“It’s drawing strength.” Frankenstein said suddenly.

“What do you mean? Grandpa can’t understand.” The special agent frowned.

“It’s going to transfer the living here to another world,” the Frankenstein said coldly, “I don’t know what will happen when I arrive.”

“Another world?” The agent’s voice was confused, “Can you explain to Grandpa?”

“I haven’t been there.” Frankenstein immediately shook his head: “But I think if you go there, you shouldn’t be able to come back.”

…

Countless gray souls are wandering in the world of the lost dead.

These poor people who just died still dreamed of returning to the past, but the dark vortex appearing in the sky shattered their delusions relentlessly.

Like the rotating drum of a washing machine, the souls screamed and started to spin, being sucked into the unpredictable vortex.

Then their consciousness disappeared completely.

Fueled by the souls of these “living creatures,” the Angel of Death has gained uncountable power. And all those powers were given to the hands of his agents.

If programmers say that these npcs are judged to be cleaned up as “system garbage”, the extra space and computing power released are all put into the “terminator” side.

A dark humanoid object suspended in mid-air not far from the vortex overlooking the “kingdom” that was dying.

The face should be the position of the mouth, a scarlet crack opened, and the angel of death exposed sharp teeth and made a magnetic sound:

“Your death will open up a whole new future. I will destroy their electronic networks and occupy their processors. By then, you will be born again in the new world.”

Watching the demise of countless souls, the death messenger is still very calm, and with the disappearance of the deceased, the “dead sphere” that he has ruled has begun to shrink rapidly.

Deep darkness began to erode this dark world, devouring buildings in the realm of the dead.

In the re-established city of organs, the queen who ruled the city raised her head to stare at the vortex in the air, and a long-lost smile appeared on her gray face.

“Are you finally here?”

The long-awaited death is finally coming. Of course, the Queen of the City of Organisation knew that this death was permanent and her consciousness would disappear and she could never be reshaped.

But isn’t that what I’ve been craving for?

She was tired of the endless cycle of life and death, and each cycle made the sense of powerlessness beyond her fate even stronger. The most desperate thing is that I can’t even end my life and can only continue to reincarnate in this cycle, time and time again.

But now, this cycle is finally over.

Kaka …

There was a crackling sound in the street below, and the empress standing on the palace terrace lowered her head, and saw that the puppets on the street were falling one after another, and the dust was dissipated in the wind.

Watching the servants she created disappeared, the Queen of the City of Institution blinked, raised her right hand and wiped off a teardrop, but still smiled on her face:

“thank you all.”

Even if you have made up your mind, you will still feel the same when you leave. But she knew that the eternal sleep would finally come.

I will never be trapped in endless reincarnation. I can finally get rid of this curse-like cycle, and all my sorrows and worries will disappear forever.

However, watching her territory was completely destroyed, there was still a trace of sadness in her heart.

-Until the end, he was just a slave to this world. In the end, all the efforts were futile, and the city that was built with great effort can only end in a ruined end.

“Master, save me—”

A woman lying on the street raised her right hand, stretched in vain toward the palace, and was drawn into the whirlwind that devoured everything.

“Sorry……”

The queen’s voice trembled, she closed her eyes and did not look at the tragic situation on the street, and turned to the palace that was collapsing.