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Chapter 770: Chapter 768: ’Deity, you this Sima bastard.

The remnants of the light spilled from the gaps in the lead-gray walls, spreading a soft contour in the hall.

Above the circular railing of the hall, the figure of the young man in a white suit resembled the gentle moonlight, the ginkgo cufflinks on his wrist still shimmering.

He stepped out from the darkness and into the brightly lit area.

The light tinged his features, which resembled those of Acto—Acto’s visage was not sharp; it was even somewhat gentle. But when the deity used this face, his eyes carried not a trace of warmth; instead, they were like the cold, piercing spikes of ice.

The wary and fearful gazes of the people followed this deity as he ascended the steps, his glance falling downward as he surveyed everyone.

"Welcome to this place," the deity repeated these words, a few strands of black hair falling across his forehead, rippling by his gray irises. He ignored Noel, who stood at the forefront of the crowd, shifting his gaze to Su Ming’an in the center of the hall.

At that moment, what pervaded most of the ice-white hall was the crimson tubing swirling like the Red Sea. The black-haired young man lay motionless, eyes closed, like a black butterfly encased in amber.

Countless tubes of varying thickness entwined around him, intertwining with his limp limbs; the young man’s head hung slightly, his profile obscured among the intense shadows cast by the circular night lamps, akin to a faint dawn light emerging from the vibrant red.

With his eyes closed, his eyelashes cast miniature shadows, as if he had finally found eternal peace in his slumber. His entire demeanor appeared even more comforting than when he was awake.

But the biggest contrast was that everyone knew these crimson tubes represented extreme danger; to continue sleeping like this would lead to death, irreversible death.

"—Su Ming’an!" Noel called out to him forcefully. At such times, it was always Noel who spoke first.

"—Su Ming’an!" followed by the call from Yamada Machiichi.

"—Su Ming’an!" Then came the attempts from other players. Their voices varied in pitch, both men and women; they all looked towards the figure at the very center.

In such a real world, having witnessed the myriad torments of life, it was hard for them not to immerse themselves, most were infected by the tension.

"—Young Handsome!"

"—Chief!"

"—Lord!"

"..."

Everyone was calling out to him.

But Su Ming’an remained motionless, as if trapped in eternal slumber. His slender figure was deeply sunk among the blood red, every muscle lax, fully unresponsive to the outside world.

Yamada Machiichi said worriedly, "He should be alright for now, previously Su Ming’an experienced Acto’s emotional empathy for a whole hour and forty minutes without incident."

"It’s completely different!" Noel suddenly burst out.

His blue pupils stared intensely at Su Ming’an, his fingernails digging marks into his palms, "Su Ming’an was able to endure Acto’s emotional empathy for so long—because they had a high compatibility. But it’s different now accepting Beili Sier’s emotional empathy! Su Ming’an and Beili Sier have absolutely no compatibility!"

Otherwise, why would Noah and Sen, after less than fifteen minutes of emotional empathy with Acto, die beyond redemption? Because they had no compatibility with Acto.

Now, the situation with Su Ming’an was the same.

Yamada Machiichi finally realized the critical nature of the situation.

The deity watched this scene, his hands resting on the railing, lamenting, "What a pity. It really is a pity..."

He folded his hands, his demeanor still composed:

"Just a little bit more... just a tiny bit more, and you would have won. I admit, he is the toughest opponent I’ve ever faced, whether it was successfully saving the girl named Lu or evading the emotional empathy trap... Fortunately, no mistakes occurred in the end. You from the Ruined World are a respectable group of resisters, and I will make sure to remember you well."

His voice echoed in the hall, and the people were extremely angry but did not dare to come forward, those crimson tubes that spread across half of the hall like snakes choosing their prey, rushing forward would mean death.

"Those who start making victory speeches now usually end up dying horribly." Yamada Machiichi’s face flushed red as he shouted loudly, "Deity, you sneaky bastard, I’m also looking forward to seeing your downfall! Sweet Rain Mother!"

Deity pondered for a moment and actually nodded, "You’re right, I can’t give you any chance."

He raised his hand, and the crimson tubes immediately began to spread toward the side where the crowd was.

Yamada Machiichi immediately felt embarrassed, he seemed to have reminded the adversary of something.

"All units prepare resistance skills!" Violet, acting as the combat commander, immediately ordered as she saw this.

The players had already been divided into various small teams before going upstairs, led in batches by Rimu Sheng, Yamada Machiichi, Zhang Daoxuan, Qiuqiu, Rui Ying, and Rock, and were categorized into offense, long-range, control, healing, halo, and summoning sections.

"— All units prepare resistance skills!"

"— All units prepare resistance skills!"

Violet’s voice came out and was immediately passed from the front to the back; the players spontaneously shouted, making sure everyone could hear, "whoosh," a stunning scene unfolded, a rainbow suddenly appeared, and various colors of light lit up one after another, shining out from the group of players.

The structure of this central governmental building resembled the ruins of a skyscraper in Central City forty years later, with a circle in the middle close to the straight-line elevators, iron corridor bridges crisscrossing connecting various terrains, while the openings were mostly covered by transparent glass. Looking up from the lower floors, one could see the movements on the upper floors through the glass.

The glass of the outer ring had been shattered, and one could even see the high and vast sky; those standing at the edge of the hall had been drenched.

Yet, they dared not retreat, for there was no turning back now.

"Release!!"

Violet commanded loudly, her long hair rising with the cold wind.

At her command, the defensive occupation players raised their hands, lifting the Defensive Barrier. The control occupation players waved their magic wands, and colorful haloes floated forward.

No one knew who summoned the flying sword, which with its dazzling cold gleam, hung down like a waterfall, seemingly ready to split open the heavens and the earth.

Nor did anyone know who summoned the inferno, dozens of scarlet birds lunged toward Deity standing on the walkway, forming a golden-red airstream.

"Bang—!"

At that instant, a loud collision sound rang out, and the entire building slightly shuddered. The colorful haloes like imaginary rainbows turned real, pressed down on those twisting crimson snakes!

Deity didn’t dodge or evade; a transparent barrier rose up, blocking the incoming sword blades and inferno.

"Tap, tap, tap." A series of retreating sounds rang out, like a tide swiftly receding; people pressed by the shockwave kept stepping back, yet still managed to hold half of the hall area, furiously staring down Deity!

Since the building couldn’t withstand artillery bombardment, neither Deity nor the players dared to use large-scale bombardment weapons.

A few unlucky players kept stepping back, falling out of the building through the broken glass.

In the raging sound of the downpour, only the distant sounds of urban warfare from city-states reached them. Gunshots, explosions, screams... apart from those pouring into the central governmental building, countless soldiers were fighting for the dawn of their city-state.

"I underestimated you all." Deity looked at the gasping people, fairly assessing them.

The strength displayed by the players surprised him; based on their performance at the start of the instance, he thought they were just a scattered mess, unable to come together.

These players... selfish, cunning, arrogant. Willing to switch sides for a mere task; ready to strike their own for some rewards... A ragtag bunch, he thought they wouldn’t be this united.

...What gave them the courage to unite?

...What made them able to fight so bravely together?

The Deity’s gaze shifted towards the center, looking at the slumbering figure.

...Was it him?

Was it his ridiculous "Lighthouse" that made them believe he could win?

The tightly shut Secret Doors suddenly flung open.

"Bang, bang, bang."

One after another, cold mechanical beings with extremely ferocious weapon casings leaped into the hall, forming a wall that blocked the people.

In the people’s fearful gazes, the Deity jumped off the catwalk and landed in the hall, taking steps toward Su Ming’an, who was surrounded by hoses.

"What are you doing!" someone yelled.

"Stop him!" another shouted.

"Buzz—"

In that moment of crisis, thousands of Puppet Threads suddenly appeared, like a net woven in advance, that harshly fell toward the Deity!

Noel raised his palm, fine Puppet Threads sketched between his fingers, surrounding the entire hall with his threads, and the most dangerous part of the trap suddenly targeted the Deity!

Having wasted so much time talking with the Deity, Noel had prepared this lethal trap.

The Deity, however, continued towards Su Ming’an as if he hadn’t seen the threads.

The next moment.

Thick, pitch-black energy suddenly came from the other end of the hall, hung on the strings, tearing them down, breaking this trap Noel had been harboring killing intent for.

Noel suddenly looked up at that patch of darkness—on the edge of the aerial fence, a dark figure stood.

"Lin Guang!" Noel said coldly.

Lin Guang turned his head, his gaze indifferently sweeping over Noel below him, his body emitting a pitch-black cold light, like a heavy tombstone, it was he who blocked Noel’s rescue.

Noel’s fingers tensed, but he could no longer sense his own Puppet Threads, and he, unusually, began to panic.

Earlier, he had exchanged secret signals with Su Ming’an using the Scarlet Bird from afar. He knew he needed to judge the moment himself, deciding whether to kill Su Ming’an to rollback. But he had not acted, thinking there might still be a chance to rescue Su Ming’an.

But now he felt regret—if something really happened to Su Ming’an, it would be too late.

"Su..." Noel called out loudly.

The Deity still moved towards Su Ming’an.

The people could no longer contain their anger; even if it meant certain death, some wanted to rush forward to rescue him, but it was now too late.

By then, the Deity had already reached Su Ming’an, stretching out his hand, his palm coated with a layer of soft white light, about to strike Su Ming’an’s forehead—

In everyone’s fearful and panicked gazes—

Su Ming’an’s hanging eyelashes suddenly lifted.

His deep black eyes intensely stared at the Deity close before him.

The Deity’s expression changed, he hastily retreated, but a blood-red scale already flickered above his head, halting his steps.

"Swoosh!"

A flash of blood before the eyes—Su Ming’an’s suddenly thrust sword blade, touched the Deity’s blood.

His gaze still hazy, the empathy from Beili Sier greatly affected him, he even felt warm liquid sliding down his cheek, those were physiological tears, like waking from a deep nightmare.

His left hand glowed with the "Hand of Redemption," its copying Skill "Puppet Threads" had pulled his consciousness ahead of time. When someone approached, he would be awakened by the puncturing threads, this was also why he dared to risk himself, just like the former Red-eyed Noel.

—The Deity was calculating him, wasn’t he also counter-calculating the Deity?

—Calculating the Deity as a human, if Noel could do it, why couldn’t he?

He coldly stared at the Deity stumbling back, and struck with his sword again!

"Truly surprising..." the Deity murmured.

In everyone’s gaze, the black-haired young man, fixed within the blood-red hoses, suddenly burst out.

"Clack—clack—clack!!!"

That was the sound of hoses being torn apart.

Hundreds of hoses pulled at the young man’s body, trying to drag him back into the deep red mire, but with the coldest eyes and the sharpest sword blade—he stabbed at the Deity close before him.

His movements irreversible, his posture reckless, completely ignoring those likewise bursting hoses.

Although his face was full of uncontrollable hot tears, his eyes swollen red from the physiological reaction, he seemed unaffected by the tears continuously falling on his face, seemingly oblivious to his near-breakdown emotions—

He madly, resolutely, with the most self-disregarding manner thrust his sword forward—as if encapsulating the hatred and resolve of millions.

"—Deity!!!" he shouted, echoing Acto’s tragic resolve, reflecting Beili Sier’s indignation.

And mirroring the united voice of the millions in the Ruined World.

"Swoosh!"

In that instant,

The moonlight spread on the floor like water.