Chapter 138 The Day of Doomsday (Part 41)
This is Qiao Yuan's second time entering the holy land.
She still remembered that the last time she entered was to try to get information from the Son of God and the Holy Daughter. This time, the door was only half opened, but her eyes had already fallen inside, taking in the surrounding scene.
The layout of the hall was the same as before, with a few humans coming to help, as well as shadows and infected people. Most of these humans were security guards at the underground base at the time, and the lives of their families in the base were controlled by the saint after she took over. Therefore, they not only had to keep silent about everything that happened in the underground base, but also had to come to help.
And where the Son of God and the Holy Daughter should have been standing on the steps, only the Holy Daughter was standing there.
Sunlight poured into the hall, falling on her long silver hair. She was looking down at the light-colored magic circle at the bottom of the steps. Qiao Yuan took a quick look and thought it looked like an eye pattern. Because of the importance of today's ceremony, her profile was serious and solemn. Even when she heard footsteps and looked up, she saw Qiao Yuan in Qiao Ying's arms. Although frowned slightly, her expression was not as angry or cold as before.
She and Qiao Ying looked at each other for a while until she heard someone else come in and report that the other players had been sent to the corresponding places. Then she winked at these people.
With the sound of the heavy door closing, it seemed like a signal for the beginning.
Qiao Yuan felt that she was placed on the exquisite magic circle by Qiao Ying. As the blood from the saint's cut wrist dripped into the magic circle, she could feel the lines under her body coming alive while lying on the magic circle, flowing under her like a warm stream, but there was no way it could take her away.
At this time, the people around and the infected had subconsciously held their breath. As bystanders, they saw more clearly and the magnificent scene was deeply imprinted in their pupils. The originally colorless formation turned golden with the infusion of the saint's blood, which was also the pattern of the entire base.
The entire magic circle was as vivid as a golden eye, as if it would blink in the next second. Everyone could even feel the coldness in its gaze, causing the people and the infected people who were originally looking forward to it to lower their heads subconsciously, as if this would help them avoid that gaze.
And the position where Qiao Yuan was lying was right in the eyeball, as if he was being watched by God.
However, only she knew what it felt like lying on it at this moment——
It was a feeling that was hard to describe, as if something was madly pouring into her body, and her consciousness was shattered, except for her vision which was very clear.
It was as if she was looking down at the world from a third-person perspective.
The first thing Qiao Yuan saw was a boundless chaos, followed by countless fragments.
She saw Hamos among them. At that time, the opponent looked much younger than he does now, but he seemed to be dying. He held his breath to express that he was dragged into an inexplicable game.
He lost the game and therefore was going to die.
Golden eyes were reflected in his pupils, and as he finished speaking, Hamos's face, which was originally pale and only had a breath left, became rosy and his expression was radiant.
This golden eye had been reflected in countless faces, until the light of this eye became dimmer and dimmer.
This is the God's perspective that Hammos has been looking for.
So now this god is on her?
Qiao Yuan was stunned and tried to communicate with the other party, but she didn't get any response. Because Hamos made a wish in Chinese at that time, she silently ruled out the possibility of language barrier.
That leaves only two possibilities.
Either the other party is unwilling to communicate, or it is impossible to communicate.
And considering that God did not speak from beginning to end, Qiao Yuan is more inclined to the latter.
Then there is a microcosm of this world.
As the formation was in operation, the world was also experiencing a significant impact. The world was rapidly alternating between day and night, like a broken screen, a day seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
At this time, people who were outside, no matter which area they were in or whether they were infected, all looked up at the sky, their expressions revealing confusion and fear.
They couldn't see Qiao Yuan, but Qiao Yuan could see every place and every person's face clearly.
She saw that the residents of the base outside the hall seemed to be in chaos because of this incident. Everyone was asking "what happened?" Some subconsciously wanted to ask the Son of God and the Holy Daughter, but were stopped outside the hall.
Qiao Yuan also saw players who were taken to other places in the base. They were also in a similar magic circle as Qiao Yuan. Although were no longer confined in cages, they seemed to be pale due to the rapid depletion of physical strength. But at this moment, they tried to raise their heads and looked at the sky in surprise.
The scene in front of her eyes kept changing until it finally fell back to the hall. She saw Qiao Ying, who was originally standing outside the formation, walking forward with the dagger in his hand reflecting a snow-white edge.
Qiao Ying had already taken the dagger from the saint's hand. This dagger was also unusual. It was used by Hammos in countless sacrifices, but it had never left a mark of blood.
It knew that what it had deduced from the book was correct, that the Son of God or the Daughter of God was the key to all this. Hamos might be blessed by God in some ways, as he adopted the two by accident, but unfortunately he took many detours, and by the time he had collected enough information and realized what was happening, his identity had been taken away by the monster.
But this makes it convenient.
It stepped directly over the golden flowing stripes and looked at Qiao Yuan, who was obviously in a trance. The other's originally dark eyes gradually turned golden.
It looks like he has lost his consciousness.
That's fine.
Qiao Ying thought.
It actually didn't know what Qiao Yuan was thinking before he died. After all, he had never been in this situation before. Maybe his life was going through a revolving door, or he might still be thinking about what to do. But now, this obvious loss of consciousness was obviously the best state, and there would be no sudden changes.
The moment it separated from Qiao Yuan, hundreds of ways to kill him flashed through its mind, but for various reasons it had waited until now.
When he saw that one-third of Qiao Yuan's pupils were occupied by gold, Qiao Ying knew the time had come and raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed him.
Qiao Yuan, who was standing in the third person perspective, saw it all clearly, but now she had lost control of her body and could only watch the opponent's dagger fall, and the emotionless voice of the system rang in her ears: [Farewell.]
If you listen carefully, you can seem to hear the other person sighing.
In fact, the system did have the urge to sigh for the first time, but it did not forget to say goodbye while the other party was still conscious. Goodbye and never see you again were not suitable for this occasion. In the end, it could only call out "goodbye" from its vocabulary, and then prepared to stab Qiao Yuan's heart with the tip of the knife, waiting to announce the failure of the mission and look for the next host.
But soon, Qiao Yuan's inner voice rang in its ears: "Why are you saying goodbye to me so soon?"
"Didn't I tell you that we should always be together? Are you already thinking about finding someone else in your heart?"
Before she completely leaves this game, she will not give the system a chance to leave her. After all, once the system leaves, it means her death, which can be regarded as an alternative mourning bird.
system:【???】
What surprised it was not only Qiao Yuan's domineering tone, but also the fact that the other party suddenly took action and caught the falling dagger with his bare hands.
The sharp dagger cut a wound on Qiao Yuan's fair hand. The moment the bright red blood flowed from her fingertips, the golden light in her eyes quickly dissipated.
The system originally wanted to ask Qiao Yuan when he could move, but it soon noticed that the golden light had become a faint magic circle.
Qiao Ying was just as surprised as the system, and even it couldn't help but pause when Qiao Yuan attacked. Although it reacted , this short period of time was enough for Qiao Yuan to counterattack.
Qiao Yuan tried to snatch the dagger while the other party was stunned, and Qiao Ying, who had reacted, subconsciously clenched it tightly, and the man and the shadow soon became one in the physical sense.
Logically speaking, Qiao Yuan should have moved slowly since she had just regained her ability to move, but she now felt as if she had recovered to her previous level, so she and Qiao Ying were in a stalemate.
"Qiao Ying..." A worried voice sounded from behind Qiao Ying. It was the voice of the Saint, filled with anxiety and guilt.
However, Qiao Ying had no time to respond. Even though he couldn't see its facial features clearly, he could still feel its cold gaze on Qiao Yuan, and the cold voice that echoed with it: "Did you do this?"
Qiao Yuan replied seriously: "How is that possible? I couldn't move my hands or feet at that time."
"It was obviously she who was distracted."
Distractions…
Qiao Yuan's words instantly made the system and Qiao Ying understand something, and the system even screamed directly in her ear: [It's that time! ]
The saint wanted to step forward to help, but Qiao Yuan and Qiao Ying were too close now, so she might end up making things worse.
Of course, she also knew that the current stalemate between Qiao Yuan and Qiao Ying was caused by her. She obviously didn't want to, but she couldn't help but recall Qiao Yuan's accidental words a few days ago.
