Su Mingan leaned against the wall, lost in thought.

Even in his field of vision, those barrages who always liked to meddle in other people's business were trying to persuade him:

[It’s better not to go, this looks like a trap for this identity...]

[This army looks like a regular army by its clothes, and it’s obvious that it’s here for you.]

[Is it because the townspeople have collectively awakened? Or someone leaked the news. I don’t think these people are selfless people, and it’s not like they never repay kindness with enmity. 】

[Yes, it’s better not to go, but run as far away as possible. This tenth day is definitely critical.]

【……】

He knew what the barrage said was right.

But from the perspective of game progress, it is impossible for something to happen in front of him for no reason just to make him escape.

The game processes are interlocking, and each link leads to the next link. If he chooses to skip one of the links, he may fail due to missing clues when entering the next process.

If he just wants to pass the level normally, he can escape. But his goal is to pass the level perfectly, so he cannot let go of any event in front of him.

He thought for a moment, sighed, and moved forward.

…

The bright red heart blood was sprinkled on the snow, and the crowd was in chaos.

Panic spread rapidly, and some children cried out, but their mothers tightly covered their mouths, for fear that they would be killed next.

These regular soldiers who suddenly appeared would not hesitate to take care of the old, weak, sick and disabled, and would kill anyone they caught without any reason.

...They are looking for someone.

A fairy-like person suddenly appeared in their town, awakened their abilities like a god, and opened up a bright road for them.

"Momo."

The old mayor was in the crowd and whispered to the unshaven man: "He was at your house yesterday. You should know where he is. Find him quickly."

Mo Mo hugged Qing Qing, struggle flashed in his eyes.

Qingqing's body was as cold as ice.

Since all the townspeople were suddenly driven out of the town in the early morning, many of them didn't even wear thick clothes. Standing in this big square in the wind and snow, there was no place that was not cold.

He hugged Qingqing, spreading the warmth from his body bit by bit.

"I... don't know either." Mo Mo said softly: "He left yesterday afternoon, seemingly to the tower, but he didn't see anyone afterward."

"Moreover, Grandpa Mayor." Qingqing suddenly spoke up, looking at the old mayor with a pair of watery eyes: "Even if we knew where he was, we shouldn't have pushed him out. He saved us yesterday...

"

"Nonsense! How can the nobles be like us!" The mayor tapped the crutch in his hand on the ground and frowned: "It's okay for these noble masters to be found, but if we can't find him, we will really die."

Beside, a timid young man was also saying:

"Yes, Qingqing, you are still young and don't understand this. Even if the noble did do something good yesterday...it was just the noble's compensation. With this method, they should have benefited the mainland a long time ago, but they are just treating us as

They are just experimental products. Those noble gentlemen are not very kind people..."

"I have long said that there is no way there is nothing wrong. How can such a good thing happen? If you give away your ability and leave, it must be another plot of power struggles and involving us..." Someone next to me was also saying.

Qingqing blinked her eyes.

She didn't understand - why yesterday these elders were so elated because of their ability, treating people like gods, playing gongs and drums, and holding banquets, but today they were like enemies and had to push people away.

Her attitude changed so quickly that she still didn't react.

And just as she was thinking, the crowd suddenly started to panic again, and then she felt a big hand suddenly pass through the crowd, reach out in an instant, and pinch her shoulder.

"Qingqing, Qingqing——"

Momo's scream exploded, and the next moment, she felt herself being violently pulled out, facing a spear stained with blood.

"The countdown begins."

The armored soldier said.

The spearhead shimmered with cold light. Qingqing looked at the needle-like cold light and at the group of townspeople who were afraid of offending the soldiers, without any fear in their expressions.

When she was suddenly selected and was about to be killed suddenly, she suddenly laughed.

"Big brother is right." She smiled happily, her eyes like mirrors, reflecting the panic and confusion of the group:

"...Uncle and aunt, your behavior is indeed ridiculous."

Obviously everyone is capable.

It was obvious that everyone was not really without the power to bind chickens. Some hunters were even as skilled as soldiers. Even her father, Momo, was an esper with considerable strength.

But just because the one who was killed was not me, because it was a blunt knife cutting the flesh, I could pray that the next one would not be me, I could pray that someone would really come to save them, so I couldn't even get together to resist. Even if someone came forward, it was just an exception.

Soon the chicken was killed to scare the monkeys.

... After awakening their abilities and having power in their hands, civilians are still civilians. They are not soldiers, they have no blood, and they have not been trained in real combat. Such people will only retreat even if they see blood - because they have already

I am used to being squeezed out of my living space, and then retreating silently.

Her words caused a commotion, and then more eyes, as if looking at [alien], were cast on her again.

In that gaze, in addition to complex situations such as envy and jealousy, there was also an additional layer of fear.

Momo, who was standing in the crowd, couldn't bear it anymore. When he saw Qingqing so close to the spear, the energy in his body burst out instantly and he rushed directly towards the group of soldiers surrounding them.

At the same moment, Qingqing's hand also lit up with flames.

The flame was very weak and small, like the candlelight in front of the window. Normally it could only be used to light a fire, but when it was lit at this time, it represented her silent declaration of war against this group of heavily armed soldiers.

...It is more like seeking death than a declaration of war.

Her and Momo's strength was simply not enough, and they couldn't even make a splash. And the crowd that could have been moved were frozen in place like wooden piles, with no intention of fighting.

The crowd seemed to be separated from each other and became two collectives. Those who stood out rashly became the target of the soldiers to exterminate.

"court death."

The little commander gave an order, and the circle of soldiers surrounding the townspeople moved instantly, and the spear penetrated through the ring, about to pierce Qing Qing's body.

Qing Qing stood on the spot, looking at the spear thrust towards her with an attitude of no fear, and then, like an egg hitting a stone, she slapped the sharp spear head with her palm.

She was already prepared to die.

Even if there is no bloody person, if they see a little girl standing in front of them, they will take some action.

But now, she only saw a group of extremely numb townspeople, townspeople who were used to being oppressed by soldiers, and who were unwilling to die first no matter what.

And in such an environment, she saw her father, who had always been somewhat taciturn, who had always been timid and did not dare to take the lead in resisting, suddenly pushed away the crowd and rushed towards her, picked her up, and protected her tightly in his arms.

middle.

The flame in her hand went out.

The next moment, she heard the sound of spears advancing from all directions, and the next moment, she heard the miserable screams of many people and the dull sound of bodies falling to the ground.

Momo hugged her and did not feel the pain of being penetrated through the heart.

He raised his head, his face covered in cold sweat was covered with blood as if ink had been splashed on him.

The blood of soldiers.

The blood bloomed like fireworks, flying in the air. Wherever it hit the eye, there were bodies that had been chopped off and had not yet reached the ground.

And amidst the splatters of blood, a young man with space radiating around him stood in front of him, holding a dark long sword in his hand. The long sword was not stained with a trace of blood.

Su Mingan looked at the numb townspeople who did not dare to fight against the soldiers with him even though they were rescued. He laughed, said nothing, but immediately turned around and slashed at the soldiers in the other ring.

"——Target appears!"

The young commander did not participate in the battle, but immediately said something to a stone.

After a moment, he looked at Su Ming'an, who was walking over covered in blood, with calm eyes.

"Your Majesty the Holy Master," the young commander said, "We are looking for you."

"Who asked you to come?"

"..."

"Is it Shengqi again?"

Su Mingan raised the blade of the sword. The long sword was sharp and had a deep layer of black on it.

Without exception, the wounds of those who had been cut before were melted away without mercy, and the armor on their bodies was like paper, not hindered to the point of being destroyed.

But it also consumes mana very quickly. If Su Mingan didn't deliberately save, he only used a few at the beginning, and now the mana bar has bottomed out.

Moreover, the damage to the weapon seemed to be great. If he hadn't used two looted equipment repair stones, the entire sword would have been shattered.

He did not kill all the soldiers. There were many of them, at least hundreds of them. When he was killing, the others seemed to avoid him deliberately and did not kill him. He suspected that this might be an idea.

A conspiracy to drag him here.

"no."
To be continued...