Chapter 1327 Chapter 1321 Devil's Line "Your Pen Is Worth More than Millions of Lives."

Chapter 1327 Chapter 1321·Devil Line·"Your pen is worth more than millions of lives."

Instantly, the players' eyes fell on Su Ming'an. The tense atmosphere was broken, and Su Ming'an's appearance was like a dose of relief.

The next moment, a breath sounded.

"Why is he purple-haired? Purple-haired people are not allowed to be Su Ming'an."

"I have heard that he has been stirring up trouble in the world, angering the Dragon Emperors, and killing the goddess of life. The copy is almost over, and today I finally saw the real person."

"Damn! It's a living Su Ming'an!"

"Is it necessary to be so excited? Is it rare to see a living Su Ming'an?"

"It's not rare now, maybe it will be rare after the eleventh copy is over, and it is possible that I will never see it again."

"Su Ming'an." Mizushima Kawase said: "Are you here for the position of [protagonist] too?"

Her voice was cold and indifferent, and the whole audience was silent as soon as she spoke.

Behind her floated an old man with white hair and beard. He was vigorous and had an immortal style. He was the golden finger of Mizushima Kawaseong's female hero article [Grandpa with you]. This grandpa was Bai Wuya, a Yuanying cultivator from the Third Era of the Immortal Heroes - Jiutian Sword Sect. He was forced to abandon his physical body because of his cultivation and cultivated his soul in a ring. It was not until Mizushima Kawaseong fell off a cliff but did not die that he picked up the ring. From then on, Bai Wuya became Mizushima Kawaseong's master.

Bai Wuya stroked his white beard and looked at Su Mingan and said, "This young man has excellent roots and a firm mind. He is a genius who has not appeared in a hundred years. It's a pity, a pity... He is not my disciple."

He saw at a glance that Su Mingan's character was far superior to that of ordinary people and he was a good sword cultivator. In his era, even if his spiritual roots were mixed, he could still build a foundation before adulthood.

"My friend, my mustard seed space still has several skills, the ruthless way, the nine-sky sword way, the joyful way, the divine way... I see that your kinship and friendship are weak, and they will break if you struggle, and they cannot last long. You are very suitable for practicing the ruthless way. Maybe you can become a true immortal in the future and be the same as the mother goddess. Are you interested?" Bai Wuya said.

Su Mingan didn't care at all, and shook his head: "On one side is the dragon elf, and on the other side is the immortal. Luowasha is really a super hodgepodge."

Bai Wuya stroked his beard and laughed at the sky: "Hahaha... The first era, the star era. The second era, the creation era. The third era, the immortal era. The fourth era, the demon era... Each has its own characteristics, and you sing and I come on stage. Since you are not interested in the immortal swordsmanship, forget it."

Su Mingan walked straight to the world tree, and the branches and leaves took the initiative to embrace him, seeming very excited.

Alande next to him squinted his eyes. There was a bright blue clock painting on his face, shining with a shimmering glow, which was extremely extraordinary.

A blue time elf perched on his shoulder and said with a smile: "Aland, this is your competitor? You really chose an incredible person."

Aland is also one of the candidates for the [protagonist], and his golden finger is this time elf, Mingrui. Mingrui was born in the First Age and was born into the world with the God of Chaos. He has the power of time tides, which is very suitable for Aland's profession [prophet].

If Mizushima Kawase represents the fairy heroine, Aland represents the Western fantasy devil hero.

In the late First Age, the demon mother goddess was keen on reproduction. She forced many species to give birth to her, and a large number of demons were born. No matter how fast people kill, they can't catch up with the speed of demons.

Time creates heroes. In order to save Luowasha, several heroes stood on the world stage. They did not accept any blessings from gods. They relied on human power alone, made the most of wisdom and sacrifice, and killed several demon kings.

Among them, the time elf Mingrui is the contracted elf of one of the heroes, Salmos. With the help of the power of time, Salmos, as a young human who had just reached adulthood, racked his brains and made every possible calculation to kill four demon kings in total and save Luowasha from danger. The other demon kings were also killed by other heroes one after another.

Therefore, the late period of the First Era is also called the "Heroic Era" to commemorate those human heroes.

However, the price was heavy, and no hero died peacefully. Salmos used the power of the tide of time too much, and his soul died at the age of twenty. After his death, Shirui, who was keen on signing a contract with humans, never came into contact with any human again. It was not until ten thousand years later that the selection of the [protagonist] began, and Shirui was born.

For the position of the [protagonist], Alan was determined to win. He thought that his golden finger was in the T0 category, and it was possible to rank first.

At this time, a loud voice sounded.

"Su Ming'an, I heard that you are Su Liujin, the lighthouse jellyfish, but I also heard that you are Si Que, the greatest creator - which one are you?" Alger stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes like flames.

He was tall and dressed like a hippie, with a bone nail collar around his neck, a blue and red contrasting long gown, and several iron rings on his legs, which was very eye-catching. He was also one of the eight candidates for the [protagonist], but he hid the information very well. No one found out what his golden finger was. They only knew that he represented urban reality.

Although Alger was a member of the Peak Alliance, he was not close to Su Ming'an and was still a lone ranger. Considering that among the nine seats, Alger corresponded to Rongyuan, Su Ming'an was also on guard.

"Alger, I have doubts too." Su Ming'an stopped and looked at everyone: "I returned to the Second Age from the Fourth Age. Why did you appear? Shouldn't you stay in the Fourth Age?"

The players looked at each other.

Alger said: "This is the most interesting part, Su Mingan. When you return to the Second Era, all the players who were originally in the Fourth Era... will also switch to the Second Era seamlessly. So, now everyone is in the Second Era."

Su Mingan slightly widened his eyes.

So... the players followed his time.

Which era he went to, the players' time would instantly switch to that era. After all, the Second Era and the Fourth Era are in a corresponding relationship. Even if the era changes, some players may not notice it because they are too similar.

"Come here quickly..." The consciousness of the World Tree came over, and the branches and leaves swayed excitedly, as if to touch Su Mingan.

"The World Tree likes Su Mingan so much. If Su Mingan becomes the [protagonist], our competition will be in vain..." Alan's face changed.

He and Mizushima Kawase killed two [protagonist] candidates together. Seeing that the remaining three [protagonist] candidates did not come, as long as they got rid of Alger, they would win! Who would have thought that Su Mingan would suddenly appear halfway.

"Come... Come..." the World Tree called.

But at this moment, Su Mingan stopped.

He saw the third group of people - a group of people lying on the ground half dead.

They were all old, weak, sick and disabled, lying in the black water, with thousands of branches and leaves of the World Tree on them, as if the World Tree was sucking their vitality.

What shocked Su Mingan the most was that he saw the grandmothers of Lin Hejin and Lu Shen among the group of people!

"!" Su Mingan walked over quickly and pulled away the branches and leaves, but the branches and leaves were like schistosomes, firmly sticking to the people on the ground.

Grandma Lu on the ground slowly opened her eyes.

Her face was as pale as snow, her skin was withered and lifeless.

"Lord Si Que." The guard stopped Su Mingan: "Please don't get close to this side, the branches and leaves here are very dangerous."

"What's going on?" Su Mingan questioned, and he immediately helped Grandma Lu to pull away the branches and leaves, revealing the shocking blood-sucking holes on her body, like a dense honeycomb.

The guard replied: "Lord Si Que, these old, weak, sick and disabled people whose lives have come to an end should be dedicated to the World Tree."

"Who stipulated this!" Su Ming'an said coldly.

"Lord Si Que, this is the basic rule of the world."

"Who allowed it?" Su Ming'an raised his voice. According to this, even if a hero who has fought countless battles in his life is on the verge of death, wouldn't he be sucked dry like this?

The guard looked at Su Ming'an with a complicated look and spoke carefully:

"Lord Si Que."

"This is what you allowed."

...

["Sir Si Que." Nora raised her glass and smiled: "Thank you for your previous permission for the "Nutrition Plan", which has reduced many obstacles for the Nalan Court and the All Living Beings to unite, and the pressure on the front lines of the Holy Hall Mountain and the Star Corridor has also been relieved... I toast you a glass."]

...

Nutrition Plan...

Su Ming'an thought this was a plan to benefit the people, to give artificial nutrients to those who can't afford to eat and feed them.

But it turns out that people are used as nutrients and fed to the World Tree.

"Alas..."

A faint sigh sounded.

Su Mingan's eyes trembled, and Grandma Lu patted him.

Her whole body was bloodless and shriveled like a dead body. But her eyes were still looking at Su Mingan calmly.

"... My body has been failing for a long time. You wiped my illness again and again, but it only made me live in pain." She pulled the corner of her mouth: "But it will come to this point in the end."

"... Will it come to this point?" Su Mingan shook his head: "But it shouldn't be forced."

"For the prosperity of the World Tree, people choose to sacrifice the old, weak, sick and disabled who have no value. Just like the food chain, the producer is eaten by the predator... It's better than rotting." Grandma Lu said.

Su Mingan couldn't tell whether this was her true words.

——But if you can live, who would want to die?

He helped Lin Hejin up again. Lin Hejin's condition was better, but his hair was already gray. Such ordinary people with no background, even if they were not old, weak, sick and disabled, would become food.

"Does it have to be done? Is the lack of energy so severe?" Su Mingan said slowly.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Grandma Lu said softly: "... The premise is to find someone."

"What person?"

"... For example, someone who can never be sucked dry." Grandma Lu said: "As long as he lives here forever and has an inexhaustible vitality, when time slows down, he can replace the billions of people who are constantly sent in... cough cough cough!"

She coughed, her voice weak:

"But how could such a person... exist?"

Su Mingan blinked.

At this moment, he felt not panic in his heart, but a sense of... relief that he himself could not have expected.

... Really? Such a person can be used as an eternal energy source.

There are thousands of problems in this world, most of which are caused by the lack of energy. But if the energy is solved, everything is not a problem.

So, does he... meet this condition? Even if we don't talk about the death rollback... the polyp body with infinite death that he had before seems to meet the requirements.

Can it be used in the small world?

Can it be used for Zhai Xing?

Can it be... him?

"... Please, help me take care of... God Lu..." Grandma Lu was gradually losing consciousness when she said this, and her fingers were still tightly holding something.

Su Mingan squatted down and held her hand.

He wanted to say, it's okay, you will be resurrected again, because I will go back.

So no matter how terrible the tragedy is, it won't happen.

Because I'm here.

But he just responded, and then gently opened Grandma Lu's palm.

——It was a dead butterfly.

Like a specimen, it was made of wood.

"This... This is the first pet he raised." Grandma Lu said tremblingly: "My grandson likes it... I remember it..."

The light in her eyes gradually dimmed, and at the same time, Su Mingan saw——

…

[Name: Lu Wenmo]

[Age: 87]

[Identity: Elder of the Qingzhu Clan (now left the clan), Grandma Lu Shen]

[Personality: gentle and kind]

[Experience: He was a famous war god of the Qingzhu Clan when he was young, and later retired to find a way to treat Lu Shen's disease, but his old injury broke out and he didn't have much time left. ]

[Expected remaining life: 0 days]

…

The last line, the number gradually turned into 0.

It was like a death knell of fate.

The cold and skinny palm slipped from Su Mingan's hand. The old man's eyes were still looking straight at the sky, as if there was a live butterfly there.

"Splash--"

The splashing black water fell into his eyes, causing a burning sensation.

At this moment, the young man surnamed Lu became a lonely man again, and his last relative left him.

It seemed that even if such a similar young man escaped the tragedy of genocide, he was destined to lose everything, including the last family affection.

Su Mingan held the wooden butterfly and turned around.

There were hundreds of soldiers who stood behind him at some point, led by a blue-haired boy.

"Lord Si Que." The blue-haired boy bowed:

"There is a demonized Rin tribe outside who is killing people. In order to stop him, we need a lot of lives to be sacrificed. Please allow me."

"The scene here is about to become a little cruel, please stay away."

"This is not a simple calculation problem, but it is also a simple calculation problem. Your pen is better than millions of lives-you are more important than millions of lives."

"It doesn't matter, you can be a glorious artist and live in the free and romantic Luowasha. Because the occasional flash of inspiration in your mind and your casual strokes are better than the efforts of millions of people day and night."

The blue-haired boy bowed his head respectfully, and in unison, hundreds of soldiers behind him bowed their heads.

His voice was so gentle and gentle as a feather:

"Dust should not stain your aura, and filth should not obscure your vision. You just need to... continue to look at poetry and the distance."

"...And the sins that follow you like a shadow, we bear them."