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Chapter 763 - Seven Hundred Sixty-One: ’Empty.

Chapter 763: Chapter Seven Hundred Sixty-One: ’Empty.

"We can’t hold on much longer! These mechanical beings are like mad dogs, endlessly surging forward!"

"We can’t retreat! Protect the church! If Su Ming’an dies, we have no way to resist Ta Wei, and Caius Tower is doomed!"

Under the dense clouds, the city-state fell like the deep sea, with thunder flashing between the clouds, illuminating the blood on people’s faces.

The church standing in the night was covered with the remnants of mechanical beings, and the fragmented bodies of soldiers floated, accumulating into pools of blood. Players struggled to defend the church, fighting off wave after wave of mechanical assaults like surging human waves.

This was the first time since the beginning of the Ninth World that players were so united—they had a commander they needed to protect.

"Xiaoqi! Learn from my movements!"

In the crowd, an old man with white hair flipped his palm, turning his waist as the pivot, and miraculously cleared a path through the flames.

With a flick of his palm, it seemed to stir invisible windstorms, and the incoming bullets, as if encountering air vortexes, were deflected back by his movements. His disciple, Zhang Xiaoqi, copied skillfully, and together, they protected many other players who couldn’t dodge in time.

This represented a major branch of player occupations—the Qigong Practitioner, whose signature skill "Rotational Force" could suppress most physical damage.

Not all players had unique hidden occupations; most players’ occupations overlapped. In the world forum, someone had organized an occupational system, generally divided into five major series—melee, long-range, spiritual, summoning, and aura occupations.

According to rough statistics, the "Longspearman" occupation alone had been attained by over one hundred thousand players, and their occupational skills were almost identical.

According to rough statistics, the most populous occupation among players was the "Flame Mage," with over five hundred thousand players holding that occupation. Thus, Eni’s obsession with the "Fire Mystery" was understandable—after all, he was the strongest among the five hundred thousand Fire Mages.

"Moonlight Blessing!"

Within the group of players, a woman dressed like the Moon Goddess of Xi Country raised her hand high, bestowing a moon-white defensive barrier on the people.

"Go, Kobayashi!"

A young man in a duckbill cap shouted, and his cat-shaped octopus summoned beast tore through the bodies of the mechanical army.

"Hum!"

An Angel Clan player named Windsor sprouted a pair of wings from her back, enveloping the people in a rainbow-like radiance.

Rimu Sheng with his consecutive Black Blade strikes, Fang Yuan using an electromagnetic field, the Healing Series player Andao Hanko, and the violent close-combat player Qiuqiu—all these colorful light waves, energy, and flames coordinated to create a massive downpour of light.

The church radiated a warm yellow light, but people’s moods were not good; they faintly saw—the pair of blood-red eyes in the sky, seemingly getting closer.

That sort of gaze, like a human looking down at ants, like a higher-dimensional life form looking at lower-dimensional beings, like a butcher observing the livestock about to be slaughtered...this "overlooking" perspective made one’s scalp tingle, as if a glance was enough to feel a soul shudder and hear the crackle of sinister whispers...

Even as they tightly huddled together, they were merely ants rolling across fireballs; with ants on the perimeter continually being scorched to death, the inner ants trembled more and more.

"Did we... take the wrong route? Is there a problem with this instance?"

Some began to panic, as the spiritual contamination brought by Ta Wei easily muddled one’s mind.

"Wait, could my spirit already be contaminated?"

Someone thought about the situation in the Sixth World’s White Sand Paradise, and grew pale with fear.

"Everyone, don’t look at those eyes in the sky!" someone cried out loudly.

"But that thing can’t just be for decoration! Its appearance, could it mean that Ta Wei has finally breached the firewall and can intervene in this world now? Then humans have no chance of survival!"

Not everyone was calm; as the initial enthusiasm for star-chasing faded, some began to create chaos, and once chaos appeared in the crowd, it spread like a contagion.

"Stay calm! Stay calm!"

Player Angelica swung her magic wand down, and green vines spread out, blocking those rowdy players.

"Boom—!"

At that moment, a loud explosion suddenly came from afar.

A colossal mountain-like silhouette appeared at the end of the street, coldly and silently looking down upon them.

Angelica recognized that mountain—it was the great weapon of the City of Gods from the Dawn War era, a heavy mechanical man with a combat power exceeding three thousand.

"..." Her pupils began to tremble.

Following the heavy mechanical man, a vast wave of the mechanical army was approaching, and many people had already depleted their mana points.

But there was no escape; turning back revealed only the oppressive presence of the mechanical army.

If viewed from above, one could see the area around the church was now flooded by numerous oppressive black streams; with their communication cut off, the church resembled an isolated golden islet with no paths of escape.

"Who can carve out a path..." a ponytailed girl shakily looked at the scene.

"Even if Su Ming’an woke up, it wouldn’t help. His condition must be exceptionally poor..."

"The heavy mechanical man has a combat power of over three thousand. Does anyone have large-scale offensive skills? Right now, that’s the most effective!" Qiuqiu called out loudly.

No one responded to her, panic spreading among the crowd.

Amidst the heavy rain, a violent wind whipped up a black storm mixed with metal fragments, that swallowed up the streets, houses, and streetlights in their view. Even the crimson eyes in the sky seemed to carry a mocking smile.

Insignificant.

In a moment, the only concept remaining in the Players’ minds was—insignificance.

They had once thought that as long as this group known as the Fourth Catastrophe came together, it would be enough to suppress all chaos. Yet they hadn’t realized that the chaos was themselves.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Rimu Sheng sliced down, his face also smeared with smoky, scorched marks.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his arm numb from swinging his blade, which reminded him of the sea monster siege in Pulaya.

Just then—he heard a crisp "click" sound.

His eyes slightly shifted.

A warm yellow light suddenly spilled out, landing at the Players’ feet, thighs, backs, shoulders, and finally smoothly rising up, touching their hair whorls.

The church door was pushed open.

The warm yellow light from inside the hall spilled out through the gap, and at the church entrance, a black-haired youth pushed open the long-shut door. Within the light, his shoulder’s sapphire faintly shimmered, his cloak blood red, and his shadow elongated by the light.

The Players were instantly silenced.

The crowd seemed to have hit the pause button. Only the "tak, tak, tak" of footsteps remained.

"Su Ming’an!!!"

Suddenly, a ponytailed girl was the first to cry out, her face flushing red.

"Su Ming’an!"

"Su Ming’an!"

Following her, like waves, call after call surged forth, quickly escalating into hundreds of voices chanting together. Mixed with joy, expectation, excitement, and all sorts of positive emotions, it was as if they were chanting some sacred incantation in unison.

Rimu Sheng suddenly felt a bad premonition.

These people... were like a group of fervent believers, seeing their "Deity" walking forth from the church.

Su Ming’an’s expression unchanged. He walked directly toward the heavy mechanical man. The Players immediately ceased their chaos, spontaneously clearing a path for him.

As if parting the sea like Moses, Su Ming’an stepped along this line, arriving at the forefront of the crowd, everyone excitedly watching him.

"Su Ming’an, I love you!!!" Many people shouted excitedly.

"I was on TV! Yay! Tonight is a wonderful night♪, even though we have never met♪."

"Su Ming’an! Wife! Wife! Muah muah muah!!"

Su Ming’an ignored these noisy voices.

Facing the approaching heavy machinery robots, he lifted his head.

The players watched him eagerly, believing that Su Ming’an was about to start with Judgment and then follow with Spatial Vibration. This was the "Number One Player Su Ming’an’s" routine they had all memorized.

But even as the heavy machinery robots got closer, there was no sign in Su Ming’an of unleashing Judgment.

He just stepped closer and then muttered a few syllables:

"Chei, Hasei, Bu."

In an instant.

The behemoth of destruction barreling toward them—halted.

Like someone had hit the sleep button, the red lighting in its eyes that indicated energy immediately went out, and the giant iron body stopped right there. The players could never have imagined that Su Ming’an actually knew how to deactivate these heavy machinery robots.

"Is this the advantage brought about by Yasa Acto’s innate identity? No need to fight; he just knows the passwords to shut down the robots," someone said bitterly.

"I’m envious..." another person remarked.

Su Ming’an still paid them no attention.

At that moment, Noel and Yamada Machiichi, among others, rushed out of the church, calling his name anxiously.

Su Ming’an did not turn back.

His figure flashed, quickly stepping into the dark rainfall.

In his deep gray eyes, there was almost nothing.

...

Amidst the torrential rain.

On the other side of the city-state, a young man with white hair sat on a bench, gazing at the turbulent night sky.

He was drenched by the rain, even his bandage around his abdomen was seeping blood, his whole figure resembling a pale oil painting. Only a scarlet butterfly rested on his frostbitten fingertips.

Refugees passing by him immediately hurried away, afraid they had encountered a lunatic.

"That guy looks so much like Lin Guang..."

"Impossible, it’s been more than twenty years..."

People walked quickly away.

The rain knocked ginkgo leaves onto the shoulders of the white-haired young man, sliding down with the cold wind, like an oddly warm color in a stack of oil paintings. He remained motionless, like a somber white statue.

Just then, an umbrella hit his head.

He looked up, seeing a little girl on tiptoes holding the umbrella over him. The girl must be a resident of the inner city, her puffer coat was exquisite, and her cheeks were rosy.

"Big brother, who are you? Why are you sitting here alone?" the girl’s large eyes blinked.

"Go away," Lin Guang cursed outright.

The girl said somewhat aggrieved, "But you’ll get sick sitting in the rain alone. I heard there’s a war in the city, it’s dangerous here."

She thought the emaciated young man in front of her didn’t look like a soldier; his complexion was too poor, like an ordinary person.

Lin Guang said nothing, just staring at the girl, his eyes swirling uncontrollably with ominous clouds and murderous intent.

"Do you want to come home with me?" the girl said, "My home is empty now, my mom disappeared, my dad too, but we have a lot of medicine at home, I can heal you."

Lin Guang felt impatient. He wanted to knock away the girl’s umbrella but touched the backpack beside him instead. In an instant, scattered sheet music and paints spilled all over the ground. He immediately picked them up, thankfully rescuing them before they got soaked.

"You like painting? I like it too!" Seeing this, the girl suddenly beamed with joy, "I have a batch of paints at home, will you paint for me later? My parents never allowed me to make friends but now that they are gone in the battlefield, I want a friend!"

Lin Guang’s face finally changed—he had found it very hard to find paints along his journey; people only had bread and water.

"Take me there," he said.

"Okay! I’ll take you!" The girl hopped joyously ahead; she had finally made a new friend today.

They skirted around the fighting areas and arrived in front of a small civilian house. The girl asked him to wait at the door while she fetched the paints and slippers, and Lin Guang waited as told.

According to the girl, she had the city-state’s last batch of existing paints, which wouldn’t have been there if her mother hadn’t loved painting.

Lin Guang began to plan. He really wanted to recreate the paintings he had done before, now that he had the paints...

A somewhat warm smile appeared on his face.

"Big brother! I found the paints! Wait, let me look for the slippers..." the voice of the girl carried from inside the house.

Lin Guang nodded, suddenly hearing a deep male voice from behind:

"—Yes! That’s him! I saw him before on the park bench! That’s Lin Guang!"

"Kill him! Kill him! Su Ming’an will surely be pleased if we kill him!!"

In an instant.

Cannon fire landed on his head, violently exploding into flames!

Lin Guang immediately raised his hand, blocking the fire around him, but saw the residential house collapse in flames before his eyes.

Three seconds later, he rushed into the house, only to see a charred lower leg dangling amidst the scorched umbrella fabric. The sparkle in the girl’s eyes faded, her face full of confusion.

"Big brother..."

Blood surged out of her mouth:

"Why..."

"I just... wanted... a friend.."

Before she finished speaking, she died.

Lin Guang stood stunned by this scene, seeing on the ground, the last batch of paints also destroyed in the fire.

There would be no chance for a revival.

He never painted again.

"..."

He slowly turned back, facing a team of fully armed players.

"Seems like we accidentally killed an NPC girl?" one player scratched his head.

"Who cares, it’s just an NPC! Lin Guang is still alive, finish him off!" another player, confident in his skills, launched another ability.

Lin Guang stood still, his abdomen bleeding profusely, his gaze becoming vacant.

As he raised his hand, summoning a great amount of Yuan Guang to counterattack.

His pupils, too, held nothing.

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