MTL - War in Heaven-Chapter 1389 Benevolent grim reaper

Along with the crisp sound of broken glass, the platform where the two creators began to collapse. Designers and observers are suspended in midair, watching the world under destruction.

"It's already started."

Even if the "refuge" where he is located shrinks rapidly, the designer remains calm as usual: "That kid ... really started to save the world."

"Hah, how do you know he is not going to destroy the world?" The observer laughed: "Maybe he is a deeply hidden antisocial personality, and he was ecstatic because of the opportunity to destroy the world!"

"Even if it is that way, I will accept it calmly." The designer sighed long: "I can't stop the inevitable destruction, and you can't. Even if his chance of success is only one percent, it is zero than our chances. Good guy. "

All the time, everything is a hands-on designer, and I hate this sense of destiny.

Unfortunately, there are no other options.

"Hey, buddy, do you want to go to me to drink something?" The observer extended his translucent right hand and patted the designer's shoulder: "Anyway, I'm idle now, let's go!"

"roll."

The designer was too lazy to ignore the lunatic, but just lowered his head and focused his eyes on the dark void.

The change has already begun, and it can no longer be stopped. Whether the world will survive will be determined by that man.

...

The tattered **** battle flag fluttered in the wind, and the torn corpses covered the entire battlefield.

The armor fragments and the torso fragments mixed together, and the solidified dark red plasma stuck to the ground, and the right hand on a broken arm twitched slightly under the nerve reflex.

This battlefield, unknown where it is located, has long become the gluttonous banquet hall of the **** of death. At this moment, there are only two soldiers alive on the battlefield.

Worse, these two guys are still hostile.

"Call ... call ..."

A strong man was sitting next to his comrade's body, panting heavily, his blue muscles covered with blue tattoos.

His left arm and left leg were severed from his joints, and Mosi's haircut and beard were already red with blood. Despite being unable to stand up, the remaining right hand still clenched the battle axe, bloodshot eyes staring at the enemy sitting twenty meters away:

"I'm going to kill you!" The barbarian growled.

"That's all, why are you still so persistent?" The soldier sitting not far away said slowly: "Anyway ... we are all about to die."

The soldier was one head shorter than the barbarian on the opposite side, wrapped in gray heavy armor like a can, which is probably the main reason why he can live to this day. This heavy armor is covered with traces of chopping and cutting, and no one can find a good place all over the body. From the dozen of tears in the chest and abdomen, and his face that became pale due to excessive blood loss The soldier will not live long.

The soldier's body was losing temperature, and his cold hands were shaking. It seemed that he was thrown into the ice cellar, and he couldn't even pick up the dagger beside him.

"I ... I ... tired ..."

The soldier's teeth are constantly fighting, and his speech is stuttering, his brown eyes are losing color, and the twisted expression is full of fear:

"I don't want ... to fight again ..."

He was originally an ordinary student, but this protracted war wiped out almost all the army, and he and his classmates were forcibly sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder. As for those classmates ... they are all in nearby bodies now.

War is extremely sinful, and there is no glory on the battlefield. Those old people only need to sit in the conference hall to move their mouths, but the dead are young people who hate war.

If there is an afterlife, it does n’t matter if he becomes a livestock, he just wants to live in a country without war. If you continue to fight, it is better to die forever.

However, the barbarian did not think so.

"Invader! I will kill you!"

Even with bruises and bruises all over the body, the barbarian's heart still burned with fiery anger.

Contrary to the young man who hates war, he is a true warrior and believes in the teachings of heretics-only the warriors who die on the battlefield can get real glory. As for those sick cowards, they can only go to **** after death !

Originally, because he had no battles to fight, he had to succumb to farming at home. After learning that the neighboring countries had begun a massive invasion, he could be said to be ecstatic. Immediately pick up the battle axe again and join the war with other warriors.

——Now I am dying myself, and I can immediately ascend to the Hall of Heroes and enjoy wine with the warriors.

Realizing that his body was weakening rapidly, the barbarian's rough, scratched face showed a grin.

The pain in the body began to disappear, the consciousness gradually went away, and the barbarian closed his eyes contentedly. I do n’t know how long it took, and opened my eyes again:

"This is the Hall of Heroes? Too shabby!"

Looking at the endless wilderness in front of him, the barbarian complained loudly.

He looked down at his body, all the broken limbs had recovered, and all the wounds left on the battlefield had disappeared.

At this time, it can be said that the "factory settings" have been restored. However, he was not happy at all.

For the barbarian warriors, the scars on their bodies are a proof of glory, and only the skin of Niang Cannon is smooth.

However, the barbarian only felt frustrated for a while, then suddenly thought of something:

"Here ... I seem to have been here."

I wonder if it is an illusion, he always feels that he has been to this place before. As the memory of the dust gradually awakened, the barbarian soon understood what this was:

This is the realm of the deceased. All the deceased will come here and wait for the next time they are "conscripted" into the world of the living.

This place has been here many times. If there is no accident, this time it should be a step by step waiting for reincarnation. but……

"Everyone, you are dead now." A barbarous male voice suddenly sounded in the barbarian's head.

"Miscellaneous, get out!"

The barbarian looked around while roaring, and saw no one. The sight was still an endless wilderness.

The voice did not stop, continue to use lazy voice to state to him the "rules" of the dead world:

"You already know where this is and where you should go. But now, I will tell you the truth of this world and let you decide-whether to continue to live here and wait for the next rebirth. Or completely disappear , In exchange for eternal sleep? "

With the explanation of the male voice, the world in front of the barbarian suddenly turned into a spooky universe. A satellite drifting in space entered the line of sight, and the already opened solar sail was like the wings of an angel.

"Things need to start with the satellite launch ..."

Even though he had never been in contact with such things as "satellite" in the previous life, the barbarians still understood everything the other party said. In a state of shock, I accepted all the truth.

"I ... is it fake?"

He looked down at his intact hands and could hardly believe this fact.

Then, two doors of different colors appeared in front of him.

"Now, you can choose your own path. Open the blue door and you will continue to exist in the world of the dead and be reincarnated after a while."

"The red door will give you permanent death, your data will be permanently cleared, and you will always jump out of this cycle."

"You can stay here for an infinite amount of time before making a decision. Please be careful, when you choose, you can no longer regret it."

"Choose your answer, deceased."

"Lao Tzu is going to live, and I will continue to fight!"

The barbarian pushed open the blue door without hesitation, and stepped into the void after entry.

...

At the same time, the young soldier who had just died due to blood loss stood in front of the red door.

"I've had enough ..." he mumbled.

Even if he returns to the world of the living, he will be involved in the war again, and after the tragic death before, the young people are already tired of that kind of life.

He pondered for a moment, slowly pushing open the red door, and a smile appeared on his face at the last moment before stepping into the door.

"Finally ... can rest."

His eyes were black, and his consciousness disappeared in an instant. The entire person's data was erased and completely disappeared from this world.