The game of fate, the cheater who started from Ghost Slayer

Chapter 677 [Human] Warmth
Dongxia is like a huge war machine, which many people cannot notice when it is usually silent.

But when this machine roars into action, everyone can feel its terrifying organizational and mobilizing power in times of crisis.

As the [Eastern Xia Players Association] lit up the flag named [Player] for the first time in a long time, all the players who had obtained special status due to [Destiny Game] were mobilized in an instant.

With the [Silver Twenty-Two Seats] as the core, the entire Dongxia was divided into twenty-two defensive areas, and a large number of magic stones and crystals were invested in all areas regardless of cost.

All players who have mastered abilities such as [Boundary Technique], [Yin Yang Technique] and [Boundary Magic] worked all night long to draw huge formations.

When it comes to moving mountains and reclaiming seas, Silver-level players with powerful destructive power have now shown their power to change the terrain.

On the Destiny Forum, the long-lost red pinned post signed with the name [Eastern Xia Players Association] appeared again.

[Notice to all players: Dongxia will enter a challenging state from now on]

Two hundred years ago, in the crisis of human genocide, it was the [player] who stood up from the darkness, defeated fear, defeated death, and defeated everything...

It has brought hope for human beings to thrive.

Yang Yuanping put out the fire on the cigarette end with his fingers. Feeling his little improvement in mind energy, he smiled bitterly. It seemed that he had not practiced properly for a long time.

Anything negative can happen to all of us.

"Team leader, you want to go too."

To all [players] in Dongxia who are willing to draw swords for their families, friends, lovers and themselves.

Even that Ramos drove a smart mecha early in the morning and reported to the special technology team.

Gong Li said what Yang Yuanping wanted to say, but his body lying on the window couldn't help but lean out.

Let us once again fight for our race in the name of [players]!

——All Dongxia Players Association expresses sincere thanks

We no longer hide the truth;

We no longer mince words;

Every moment, players appear from various places and join this team.

Yang Yuanping leaned on his office chair. He lit up a cigarette for the first time in a long time and smoked it completely in a few puffs. He swallowed the clouds, trying to cover up his red face due to the violent heartbeat. .

Do we choose to surrender?
Do we choose to exchange some people's lives for another peace of mind?
Do not!
We choose to fight!

A terrible disaster is about to strike.

Then the burly man, who became increasingly powerful, disappeared like water droplets merging into a river.

This simple speech is not so much explaining the situation or explaining the development of the situation as it is a petition, a letter of war that arouses the passion in the hearts of all Dongxia people.

In the office, among the people who can be called [players], only Yang Yuanping is left as the person in charge of the office, and ordinary people like Gong Li who are under 18 years old and do not have the qualifications of [players].

Gong Li was lying on the window. He watched Ran Tingchen, who was wearing a white suit and showing off his lean figure, jump off the second floor gracefully, put his hands in his pockets and walk into the long [player] queue on the street outside.

Today, two hundred years later, we are about to face another test.

Fear, sorrow, death, separation...

He wants to go too, who wouldn’t?
When the whole nation fights with one heart and one mind, individual will is wrapped up in a collective called race. I am afraid that no matter how weak the players are, they all think that they can fight for even a second for other powerful people.

Even occasionally when you are too busy, you will delegate your periodic tasks to other players.

In terms of pure combat ability, I am afraid that I am not even as good as Ramos, the white player in the office.

"I don't want to go."

Yang Yuanping waved his hand in disgust, got up and walked to the bed, looked at the long queue, and deliberately mocked
"They are all hot-blooded fools who have been fooled."

"It's not certain that many people will be able to come back alive by then..." He began to describe to the palace calendar the tragic deaths of some players he had seen. Some people were killed by clean beheadings, their eyes were wide open, and they died with eyes wide open. , as if not believing that he was dead.

There were also people who were completely cut into two pieces and cried loudly before they died. Their facial features were filled with tears and blood, which was very ugly.

Others had their internal organs broken. They felt nothing at first and were still joking, but suddenly their mouths and noses bleed, and they died in pain while struggling.

Death is a terrible thing.

That is when everything turns into nothingness.

That is the end point of completely annihilating the special characteristics of creatures like [human beings].

Gong Li listened to his team leader constantly saying terrible words, but he could not hide the envy in his eyes.

He lay on the windowsill, feeling a little weird.

Obviously more than half a year ago, everyone was still half-dead. Everyone was worried that there would be no tomorrow after today, and they didn't know in which mission death would appear.

At that time, if everyone knew that a world-destroying disaster was coming, they would probably be in despair, but there would still be a morbid joy in their hearts.

[Fortunately, when I died, everyone died together]

With thoughts like these, many people who have no faith to live anymore completely give up all hope in the face of huge disasters and wipe out the biological instinct of survival.

It is conceivable to incarnate as [Calling the Dead] or other Death Worshipers.

At least, Gong Li himself would have that idea.

He smiled bitterly and said
"What do you think Brother Tong Gu did?"

"Isn't he desperate?"

Yang Yuanping patted Gong Li on the head. Now he would no longer compare himself with that overly dazzling young man. He was just an ordinary person.

I grew up on the Street of Depravity, but with unexpected luck, I escaped from the Street of Depravity and walked step by step to where I am now.

But the other party seems to be the son of destiny who is incompatible with the entire world. With completely different knowledge and a strong heart, he is smoothing everything out step by step.

"It doesn't matter how he did it or whether he was desperate."

"The important thing is that he is on our side!"

Yang Yuanping was vaguely aware of some of the above-mentioned practices. The personnel of the [Abnormal Affairs Bureau] had shrunk sharply, and it was obvious that they planned to abandon some areas and carry out a more reasonable and safe response.

Considering the overall situation, the words "reasonable", "stable", "efficiency" and "survival rate" are all correct. Taking the entire race as the basis for consideration, no matter how cautious or cruel it is, it cannot be exaggerated.

But there's just one problem.

None of these thoughts are part of [human] warmth.

In those abandoned areas, those who struggled to support themselves in the disaster and waited for rescue, and those warriors who fought to exhaustion and were still waiting for reinforcements, all turned into cold numbers and probabilities, disappearing into the statistics.

He gently tapped Gong Li's shoulder, as if counting the names of every ordinary person who still wanted to live.

He didn't understand Tong Gu's "innocence" before. The education he had always received was that those who achieve great things should not stick to trivial matters; those who become kings must walk on many bones.

But Tong Gu appeared. Faced with so many experiences and lessons, he said
"No, I don't make a choice."

"I want it all!"

Yang Yuanping waved his hand to disperse the smell of smoke. He took one last look at the passionate team and walked to his desk, which was his battlefield.

I wish you victory and a triumphant return.

(End of this chapter)