Chapter 565: The Lost Country of Gold

The moment they saw their opponent's attack failing, both Georgia and Tang Erda wasted no time in taking a follow-up shot, with Georgia drawing his bowstring again and aiming it at the butterfly flying closer and closer to him, while Tang Erda aimed her gun at the butterfly, ready to fire another shot.

This time, it will be a hit!

--In the eyes of Georgia and Tang Erda, such strong and determined conviction can be seen.

"It can't be delayed any longer." A soft male voice came from the palace, "Our wandering crew can't wait that long."

All his attention hit on the arrow and Georgia's pupils flinched, he jerked his head back to look above the palace behind him, Bai Liu whipped out his whip with one hand and stood smiling on the pointed eaves of the palace, " Team Tang said it was hard to notice your surroundings when you were shooting, so it really was."

Bai Liu, while he had just been concentrating on fighting Tang Erda and aiding Armand, had silently used the cover of the storm to jump on top of the palace!

The arrow in Georgia's hand went up with a roll of the whip, and he quickly disarmed it, summoning it again to aid Armand in his pursuit, but it was too late.

This gap is enough for Tang Erda to fire.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang-!"

Tang Erda emptied her magazine in one go and five bullets were fired at once. The butterfly could not avoid it and was hit on the tail, shuddering in the air and dissipating into a gust of wind.

Hit it!

[System Alert: Player Armand's Monster Book form is disabled.]

On the other side, outside the palace.

The hurricane ceases abruptly and Armand returns to his body. The butterfly lying on his shoulder closes its wings and wraps itself in a cocoon, falling into a deep sleep, only to reawaken and summon the hurricane after an hour of CD.

Oh no!

Armand grimaced and gritted his teeth as he landed and turned to run in the direction of the palace - without a main attacker, his brother was just a support, and in the hands of that Bai Liu guy, there was no way that would end well!

Everything that had happened in the last world kept replaying in front of Armand's eyes, and the Georgia who had been captured by Bai six and then released, without a trace of emotion in her eyes, after her mental downfall, kept flashing in front of Armand, making him almost lose control of his emotions.

"I saw [the future], Armand." The Georgia of the last world sat with hollow eyes in front of Armand and muttered, "...... Bai six turned the heresy 0073 on, he spread the word to the world about the existence of a bit of goldstone here and he started smuggling the heresy to the world ."

"And so many, many people in the world, like the Gloren nation at one time, chose to be on the side of God and chose the [future] they wanted."

"I knew what was going to happen, but there was nothing I could do to stop it."

"So I'm really wrong?"

"Because God exists, because human desire exists, everyone will always choose gold, and gold is inexhaustible, right?"

"...... And for what have I done all this, all these ten years that I have held on to and guarded?"

He had been erased from his memory and did not understand what Georgia was saying to herself at that time, but kept on comforting her brother in a pale and clumsy way, hoping that he would get strength from here and get better.

But how could his brother, who bore an entire overthrown nation, who bore that [future], be well?!

Tears leaked from Armand's eyes as he ran as hard as he could towards the palace, and as he did so, Armand realised what was happening and quickly ducked his head to avoid a sharp monkey claw that grazed the side of his neck.

Blood instantly gushed out.

"Finally, you're back, been waiting for you for ages." Mu Sicheng grabbed the ground, his whole eyes were red, his ears became sharp, there was a tail wagging behind him, his hands dragged the ground and shook, his body drew longer than a metre, his whole body gave a strong sense of oppression, he licked his mouth in an evil way, cracked his sharp teeth and laughed, "Trying to escape in front of me is really out of your depth."

[System Alert: Player Mu Sicheng equips Monster Book form.]

[System warning: Player Mu Sicheng's spirit level has dropped below 40, entering the Berserk panel.

"I'm surprised you're not dead?" Armand's eyes narrowed.

Another hurricane, another scaly powder, and this guy actually lasted this long ...... Bai Liu actually gave this guy all the antidotes that the witch refreshed?

"Trying to kill me?" Mu Sicheng snorted with a sidelong glance, "I have you to thank for helping me lower my spirit level, otherwise I wouldn't really know how to access the berserk panel before following Bai Liu guy's orders-"

The pupils in Mu Sicheng's eyes snapped up and his five fingers merged into clothed claws and stabbed at Armand's neck with ferocious coldness, "-Kill you quickly!"

Armand dodges left, a trail of blood appears on the side of his face, his hair slowly falls to the ground and when Armand looks up again, his eyes change completely and Mu Sicheng is stunned by the look in his eyes.

-- a completely different look from the guy's previous calm, bemused look that looked exactly like he'd seen him through and experienced everything; it was the kind of look that only a beast that had been violated into its domain, hurt its important family members, and was therefore aroused to ferocity could have.

Armand's expression was fierce, twisting his pretty face as he shook his arm with his right hand and flung it to the left, throwing out a huge set of arrows, a heavy set almost as tall as a man - if Georgia had been here, she would have recognised it as Armand's previous skill weapon.

As children Georgia and Armand practised archery, Georgia with an elegant and light bow and Armand with an inaccurate one, but in order to learn archery with his brother and be as good as he was, he tried to be brave and forced himself to take up the longbow - a bow about the same length and width as young Armand's body.

When Armand was a kid, he suffered a lot practicing this bow, he cried after every practice, he was so bruised that he couldn't even walk, but he didn't give up, and when Georgia would carry him back, she would ask him, "Why do you have to do something you're not good at and make such a mess of yourself?"

"Because my brother is doing it too." Armand leaned over Georgia's back and said very quietly, "Brother isn't very good at bow and arrow either, is he, with wounds all over his hands, so why is brother practising it?"

Georgia was silent for a moment: "A king practices martial arts to guard."

"I practiced so that I could keep you from practicing, you don't have to push yourself."

But Armand persevered, and later, when Armand's first skill was derived, even though he could not remember anything, his skill weapon was built, and it was this exaggerated wooden longbow.

Armand gripped his longbow with fury and looked coldly at the Mu Sicheng before him: "Get out of my way!"

" Mu Sicheng, get out of my way, if I can kill you the first time, I can kill you the second!"

"And a second time?" Mu Sicheng laughed coldly and turned his hand to strike the monkey claw with a biting attack, "What kind of daydream is that? You can kill me the first time before you say so!"

Armand spun out of the way, dodging Mu Sicheng's sharp monkey claws coming at his face, pulled back, turned around and stepped on the string of his longbow, gripping it with one hand, a thick arrow the size of a small tree appeared in the air, his face spewing with anger as he aimed the head of the arrow at the speeding attack, a monkey claw grabbing the top edge of the longbow at Mu Sicheng's heart.

"Go to hell!"

Armand lets go of his foot and the full string of the longbow jolts, sending a jolt through Armand, who is stepping on it, and Mu Sicheng, who is holding the top edge of the longbow with one hand.

The arrow left the string and Mu Sicheng was caught off guard and was toppled straight out by the thick, heavy arrow, which hit the ground hard and exploded into a huge cloud of golden smoke.

Armand looked at the spot, clenched his longbow, and turned without hesitation towards the palace, and the moment he did so, the smoke was like a bombardment, and the huge arrow that had struck Mu Sicheng through was thrown back, the bloodstained arrow grazing Armand's shoulder, and Armand whirled around to dodge it, then he paused and looked almost in astonishment at the bottom of the arrow He then looked, almost in shock, at Mu Sicheng, who had almost run like lightning, who had appeared in front of him in a flash.

Mu Sicheng's abdomen was a large bleeding hole, caused by Armand's arrow, and Mu Sicheng's eyes were fierce as he struck Armand in the abdomen with a claw: "Who gave you permission to go? You're so proud of yourself!"

Armand's pupils and body jolted from Mu Sicheng's punch, vomiting a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying over ten metres away.

"I'll never let you ......" Mu Sicheng wiped the blood from the side of his own mouth, "Ahem, one step back to the aid palace."

Armand staggered to his feet, propping up his longbow, his uniform in tatters, his description a wreck, his pretty face, which he had himself critiqued as a vase, scuffed and bloodied on the ground, his light brown eyes bursting with a light of a kind never seen before as tears fell from them, and he stomped on his longbow, using his bloodied hands to aim it full of arrows at Mu Sicheng, who was charging this way Heart.

"I must go back!!!"

"There's the last of my family there!!!"

"Get out of the way!!!"

In the viewing pool, the host watched the gruesome battle on the big screen, saw Armand's hands strangled to the bone by the sharp bowstring, and was speechless for a moment, finally sighing tersely: "...... believes that after watching this battle, no one will ever describe Armand as a vase again. Armand ."

"This is a lead attacker who gave everything he had to guard the tactician and he did everything he could."

"It was a wonderful confrontation!"

"It's not just that." Hearts flicked a glance at Phoebe, who hadn't spoken since earlier, "This presenter's view is still a bit shallow, you analyse it."

"And Mu Sicheng ." Phoebe finally spoke, her head down, her brow furrowed and her tone a little heavy, "To fight Armand to this extent ...... this guy ...... isn't even on the regular roaming path. "

"You've finally found it." Hearts raised his eyes as he looked at the big screen, "The normal roaming is based on the idea of attracting the attention of the opponent's main attack, distracting the main attacking fire, reducing the pressure on the team's defense, and at the same time being able to go back to the team's support at any time, keeping up with the team and taking the opponent by surprise."

"But Mu Sicheng is not a wanderer cultivated along those lines."

"Mu Sicheng is a player with clear strengths and weaknesses." Hearts calmly analyses, "His skills are stealing, he has high movement speed and is very good at disrupting the enemy, from that point of view he is a very good player to be a roaming player, but accordingly, because of his own experience, he is not very cooperative, he is impulsive and he is less analytical when running the map, these are all minuses for him to be a roaming player, so I give Mu Sicheng a medium to high rating."

"But Bai Liu has given Mu Sicheng a whole new roaming route based on his own personality and skills."

Hearts looks to Phoebe: "What do you think is the most important attribute of wandering?"

"A disruption to the enemy's main attack." Phoebe replied quickly.

"Hmm." Hearts intones, "What do you think is the best kind of wander, in terms of this head trait?"

Phoebe pondered slightly, "A wanderer who can always interfere with the enemy's main attack."

"Wrong." Hearts laughed very softly, "It's the roaming that kills the opponent's main attack."

Phoebe was stunned, then she blushed, "So last game Mu Sicheng that guy was the one ......"

"You realise that." Hearts lowered his eyes, "That's what happened last game, you think that according to the normal tactical flow, Mu Sicheng, the roamer, would have quickly retreated back to defend the big unit and you would have been able to take advantage of the situation, that's why you chose to spend time with him, but he died and wouldn't retreat until he switched one for one and replaced Liu Ji, the main attacker in our team. "

"You think it was Mu Sicheng getting out of control, a fluke, but then you look at Golden Dawn this time."

Hearts rested his jaw and looked at the two men fighting on the big screen with a smirk on his face.

" Bai Liu's orders to Mu Sicheng were presumably not to stall the main attack at all, but to kill it."

"That's extreme." Phoebe was speechless, "What kind of wanderer does that?"

"But don't you think that's a very useful solution?" Hearts spreads his hands as he smiles, "The biggest thing wandering does is distract the main attacking fire, so isn't killing the best solution?"

"And now it looks like Mu Sicheng is close to successfully implementing this programme twice."

Phoebe fell into an eerie silence, and soon she was staring at the big screen with a deep expression, as if she had an understanding: "How much do you think I'd offer Mu Sicheng for him to jump our guild?"

"......" Hearts sincerely suggested, "Why don't we switch guilds and dig in?"

In-game.

Mu Sicheng leapt at the arrow, and with a few quick dashes, his silhouette flashed in the air and appeared in front of Armand, holding the longbow in his left hand, using it as a fulcrum, and using the force of the dash, his body turned into a stump with his waist, and kicked Armand in the jaw with his right foot.

"Ka-ching-!"

Mu Sicheng's eyes were red with rage as he shouted, "Take another step!"

Armand's entire face was deformed by the kick to the left, the shattered bone fragments in his mouth dry heaving as his body went slack, letting go of the longbow with a loose hand, his body flipped back and looked like it was going to fall to the ground, but the next second Armand summoned his longbow again, he landed on one hand, his right eye glancing to the left in the blood, his eyes full of monstrous fire as he propped up the longbow and his body on his left knee, his right foot on the bowstring drawn to its maximum.

"Do you think you can stop me?"

Armand raised his voice hoarsely, "You're just a thief who died under me!"

Mu Sicheng's face changed.

The string clanged tautly and the longbow emerged, its tip aimed at Mu Sicheng's head above the bow. Armand rolled over and let go of his foot, the string sent the arrow out, and the bow nailed the dodging Mu Sicheng in the shoulder blade with a powerful force that carried him straight backwards for dozens of metres.

He let out a muffled grunt of pain, and the gold dust on the floor grazed two whitish drag marks on both feet.

[System warning: Player Mu Sicheng's life value has dropped to 9, and will soon be zero!

Armand propped up his longbow and staggered to his feet, blood dripping from his jaw, his voice broken and cold: "You're at the bottom of your life."

"Give it up, Mu Sicheng, you are no match for me."

"Beg for mercy now and I can still give you a piece of my mind."

"...... ahem, painful?" Mu Sicheng lay on his back, a large hole in his right shoulder and a large hole in his abdomen, both oozing blood, but he laughed out loud, "You're a man who grinds his way through things, and only just going crazy and fighting me is considered painful."

Armand didn't say much, he calmed down the moment he saw that Mu Sicheng couldn't move, stamping his bow on one foot and drawing it full: "After this game, we won't see each other afterwards either."

"One last piece of advice before I send you out."

"Stop stealing things."

"Tch." Mu Sicheng reluctantly propped up his upper body and tossed a bloodstained cocoon ball in his hand, raising an eyebrow, "Sorry about that."

"And I just stole this from you."

Armand's pupils flinch - that's a cocoon ball of CD skills formed by his hurricane butterflies that can't be taken into the panel!

If Mu Sicheng steals it, even if he sends this guy off, he won't be able to use the [Hurricane Butterfly] skill in the second half!

"Give it back!!!"

"Wasn't that just righteous ...... ahem." Mu Sicheng propped himself up on the ground and stood up shakily, his tone harsh, "Said he had some advice to give me?"

"Now it's my turn to give you advice."

Mu Sicheng took the cocoon ball between two fingers and waved it from side to side, snickering, "Never let your guard down against a thief you've been in close combat with."

Armand's face finally went completely cold: "At a time like this, you are pursuing such unjust acts to determine the winner ......"

He had really looked away before to believe that the other side wasn't that bad either.

Mu Sicheng is indeed a born thief.

"You'll never stop hurting people with this childish behaviour to please yourself, so many hard lessons that you don't remember all of them."

Mu Sicheng clenched his five fingers together, clutching the cocoon ball in his hand as he looked up, blood dripping from his jaw, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he had heard a big joke and snorted very softly, "Pleasing?"

"You think I steal to please myself?"

"What do you know, to judge me like that ......"

Armand paused, struck for a moment by the look in Mu Sicheng's eyes - the man was smiling, but his eyes were very silent.

-- it was like the look in his eyes when he was killed and killed him too in the last moment of his last life.

The day before, pre-match pep rally in the Guild Room of the Wandering Circus.

" Mu Sicheng ." Bai Liu looked down at the paper without raising his head, "You stay for a while."

The back of Mu Sicheng's neck froze as he was about to leave, then he slumped to the table in dismay and shot a look of help to Tang Erda and Muke, who shook their heads with a smile, while Tang Erda showed her hands helplessly, saying there was nothing she could do.

Only after everyone else had left did Mu Sicheng come up next to Bai Liu and whispered, "Have you really thought about it and want me to be the trump card down the field?"

"Aren't you the one who's been screaming about being an ace all day?" Bai Liu glanced up slightly at Mu Sicheng before dropping his eyes back to the papers, his tone natural, "Are you scared now that you're really being asked to play?"

Mu Sicheng sat up straighter in an instant and waved his hand in a serious manner, "That's bound to be impossible!"

Bai Liu gave him a look, "Then why the reluctant look?"

"Just ...... my skills as you know, well of course they are." Mu Sicheng slowly slumped back down again, "But it's the playoffs, and it's the first game of the opening season."

"...... Everyone's skills are so cool, I'm just a stealer, if I become an ace, will people see it and say that our guild is underhanded?"

Bai Liu stops flicking through the papers, his eyes half-lidded, his fingers unconsciously twirling the coins - a thoughtful gesture.

Mu Sicheng's heart lifted with Bai Liu's thoughtful movements, his fists clenched in a dry jest, "Right? Haha, you don't think it's appropriate either, do you?"

"It's true that you're a bad player." Bai Liu nodded, "But I don't think it has anything to do with your skills, my tactics have always been known for being underhanded, which is kind of what our team is known for."

Mu Sicheng: "......"

Why can this man say such things about himself with a straight face!

"On the contrary, it's you." Bai Liu stares thoughtfully at Mu Sicheng, "Why do you have a negative attitude towards stealing when it is clear that the core of your desire is to steal?"

"......" Mu Sicheng feigned composure and averted his eyes, "stealing is a wrong act in itself, isn't it?"

"Doing the Wrong Thing ......"

Mu Sicheng's tone slowly sank: "...... has a price to pay."

"To judge whether an act is right or not, we should not look at the act itself, but at the result of the act, right?" Bai Liu spoke in a calm tone, "It's a little too biased to judge good or bad just by what the act itself is perceived to be in the public perception."

"For example, in the eyes of many people, an existence like [the orphanage] is good, an existence like [the house] is good, and an existence like [the church] is good."

"But The Loving Home is bad, as are Five Buildings and The Witch."

"Actions in themselves are not good or bad; it is the actions that lead to the results that are good or bad."

Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu, his voice trembling very softly, "What about, what about the theft?"

Bai Liu looked at him levelly: "In reality, it's bad."

"But here, it's just a game."

"No one would condemn a thief in a game, just as no one would condemn a dragon in a fairy tale."

"Because you didn't do any damage."

Mu Sicheng stared blankly at Bai Liu.

[Hey, Yuan Qingqing, people like you should hate thieves like me, right? Why are you at the table with me?

The girl with the round face and long ponytail looked up from the mountain of homework, looked at him seriously and replied.

[Because it's not like you've really done anything bad].

[Your stealing from those people is like playing a game, a lot of times you end up giving it back, you don't look like a really bad person, fellow Mu Sicheng].

[Bad guys don't like hip hop monkey rubber.]

"There are other strange questions you can ask me all together, no charge." Bai Liu put his head down again and flipped through the papers, "I kept you down because I thought you had a lot of questions you wanted to ask me, I don't have too many questions per se about you you being an ace."

"What if ...... if my theft has caused a very bad effect?" Mu Sicheng asked, head bowed and very softly.

"Can you make up for it?" Bai Liu asks calmly and rhetorically.

"I'm doing my best to make up for it." Mu Sicheng replied in a trembling voice.

"Then go and make amends, wait until the amends are done, and apologise to that person properly." Bai Liu replied flatly, "If the person can forgive you, then you've made amends, if not, then just keep making amends."

"You should be aware of that, shouldn't you?"

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath, "I did."

-- It was with this awareness that he entered the game, fled from those players, and stayed dead on the run, surviving to this day.

He wanted to resurrect the people who had died through his fault.

Bai Liu hmmm'd and asked, "Any other questions?"

Mu Sicheng leaned over the table and looked up very shallowly, the pupils of his eyes seemed to have tears in them and his voice was a little muffled: "...... Bai Liu, will you always be my friend?"

"In a broad sense, I should be considered your soul-bonded person, and I will remain in this relationship with you for as long as your soul exists, which you personally consider to be a friend." Bai Liu replied lightly, and he paused for a moment, "In a narrower sense-"

"Well, I'll always be your friend."