Chapter 199: The Endgame

After a successful blow, Luo's hand withdrew from the Juggernaut's chest, but he did not do so gently, incidentally tearing the wound in the Juggernaut's chest a little wider again.

The tearing pain continued to come from the wound and the blackness in his chest was spreading outwards, making the juggernaut feel increasingly powerless.

At the same time, they have to deal with Xiao Lan's increasingly sharp attacks.

All this made the Juggernaut feel the pressure, and he reluctantly lifted his lightsaber and continued to engage Xiao Lan.

This time, however, he had fallen on all fours.

Xiao Lan's attack was sharper than ever, the blackened blade slicing through the tip of the juggernaut's nose and nearly cutting his head in two.

Juggernaut struggles to dodge Xiao Lan's attack.

Suddenly, he was inadvertently hit in the side of the face with a hard kick from Xiao Lan.

The Juggernaut's entire body flew out at once, arcing through the air before smashing heavily into the pile of the Vizier's corpses.

Surrounded by scattered white armour, the juggernaut felt as if he were in a graveyard.

He reached up and wiped the stain from his face, but the disintegrating power of Xiao Lan had disintegrated a large gaping hole in his skin, revealing the white lining beneath.

The Sovereign felt a fire rising in his heart that was about to burst open.

Could this be the emotion called anger?

Xiao Lan, carrying his sword, takes one step closer to the master.

He was clearly not easily injured either, yet each step remained steady and did not show the slightest sign of weakness.

Judgement from reason told the juggernaut that if he continued like this he would be completely defeated by his opponent.

It may end up worse than the disobedient.

No, it can't be.

Once again, the Juggernaut unleashes the absorption of energy from the contracted players, using their life force to strengthen itself.

Although these guys are still useful and would cause a lot of trouble if used all at once, there is no need to worry about that now.

Once again the white mist pours into this white space.

--

At the same time, many contracted players were absorbed directly into the forehead by the contract mark in battle.

This time it was no longer only those indentured players who had fallen alone who were the targets of the juggernaut, some indentured players who were fighting in cooperation with their teammates also kind of disappeared when everyone was in sight.

Thanks to the Juggernaut, a number of players who were exhausted by the pact chasing them unexpectedly came back from the dead.

But the hearts of the covenanters who witnessed such a scene were cold.

They couldn't keep their cool any longer, anyone who wasn't a fool could see that it was a faulty marking of the deed!

One player was almost unsteady on his feet: "The pact ...... is simply a scam ......"

A young man desperately cut the skin of his forehead with a knife, "I don't want the contract, dissolve it!!! Dissolve it!!!"

However, they have exhausted all means to unmark the deed.

Who would have thought that such a mark, which originally represented glory, would end up as a curse that would claim one's life?

Among the contracted players, a long-haired woman's forehead also lit up with the mark.

She looked at the horrified eyes of those around her and realised that she would not be able to stop the absorption of the marker, and with a ruthless heart, she stabbed herself directly in the heart.

At least, she wanted to die as a human being.

Blood splattered and the woman's body fell to the ground with a crash.

Yet, the mark of the covenant still did not spare her.

Just as the markings on the forehead of the corpse were still shining and getting brighter, in parallel to this, the woman's body was gradually withering away.

In the end, there was nothing left.

Desperation gripped the hearts of the indentured players.

It turns out that after the contract they are not human beings, they ...... have just become domestic animals ......

Not even the option to end oneself.

Ordinary players who witnessed this scene could not help but feel sympathy.

At the same time, I felt a pang of fear in case I couldn't stand the temptation of power and chose to become a contract too ......

No, wait, they don't even seem to qualify for the deed with their strength.

What a solid reality.

--

Absorbing the white mist, the juggernaut briefly suppressed the spread of blackness in his chest.

He continues to fight Xiao Lan with his lightsaber in hand.

But all three parties in the battle know that this is only temporary.

At this point, Xiao Lan is covered in wounds, [Emperor's New Clothes Version 2.0] is damaged, and this prop is simply incapable of resisting an attack of this magnitude by the Juggernaut.

Luo fights every moment against the devouring of the master and recoils with all his might.

As for the Juggernaut, he lost his core and had to absorb indentured players for temporary support in the face of Xiao Lan and Luo, but the remaining indentured players were already dwindling.

It is a delicate and fragile balance.

They have both almost reached their limits and now it's up to who gets that chance to break the deadlock.

--

A large space, but a dirty and dank sewer.

The Brother Xiao supporters each found a place to rest.

The group was not led by any strong players, and consisted almost exclusively of mid-level players, with only Di Yifugui and a handful of others at the top.

But just a short distance from where the group was resting, a pile of white armour, dismantled to the point where it could barely be seen in its original form, was soaking in the sewage.

That is the Vizier.

Such a motley army had rounded up and killed a Vizier!

But the cost is also great.

They were dirty as beggars, and all bore injuries of varying severity, with many missing arms and legs, and several already unconscious.

A group of people are treating each other.

Di Yifugui's back is against the wall, her green hair is stained with blood and her arm is broken in one, the bloody wound has a few lurid moments.

Zhao Xiaohe's hand glows with a pale blue light as he treats Di Yifugui.

Little by little, Di Yifugui's broken arm grew under her power.

By this time Zhao Xiaohe was also dirty, her eyes were bloodshot and she looked exhausted.

Di Yifugui asked in a whisper, " Xiao He, do you want to take a break first."

Zhao Xiaohe shook his head, "It's okay, I can still go on, we can only hope if everyone gets better sooner."

Di Yifugui tried to encourage the crowd with a light-hearted tone: "Don't give up, we'll win after this one!"

"Look guys, even this kind of superboss was solved by us, what does it mean? It means we're destined to win!"

"When the time comes, the house will be ours, the car will be ours, and we can all go straight home and struggle for thirty years less."

Influenced by Di Yifugui, a man in a T-shirt says: "My girlfriend is still waiting for me ......"

A somewhat mellow woman said, "You don't know, my husband cooks really well ......"

Someone next to me spat, "It's like you two are putting flags on your backs, the kind that will hiccup before the end."

The woman felt as if she did too and turned her head to look at him, "What about you?"

The man thought for a moment, "I have ten years left on my mortgage ...... I must get out alive, I can't cheapen the bank."

The woman laughed, "If we succeed this time, you'll have two suites."

The man smiled back, "Yeah, I can't die."

The atmosphere livened up a little and the woman seemed chatty again as she asked a shy looking teenager in the corner, "What about you?"

The teenager held his tongue for half a day and finally came up with, "I ...... haven't finished my homework yet ......"

"Hahahahaha even if you save all of humanity you still have to go back and make up your homework!"

"Hahahaha poor student party."

The air is full of pleasant scents.

--

Inside an old castle.

Qi Ning's foot on the head of a vizier, his black coat somewhat torn.

He stood on the high slope where the bodies had been piled up, some from the Vikings and others from the replica vampires.

He played with the scalpel as he looked down from above.

On the ground were more Vikings, who came towards Qi Ning as if they knew no fatigue or fear.

Qi Ning touched the mask on his face.

The beak mask has been damaged in the heat of battle.

Qi Ning simply took it off and tossed it aside casually.

Without the mask, Qi Ning's deep features are exposed, his eyes are light in colour and there is a cold, murderous intent in them.

The snow-white hair is stained with blood, and the contrast between red and white looks vivid even in the night.

The sequencers are getting closer.

Qi Ning's lips curled into a warm smile: "If you're here, don't try to leave again."

--

A snowfield.

Cheng Wenyi took out the last of the Vikings surrounding him with a single shot.

At this point, the bodies of the boss and the Vizier were lying in pieces on the ground around him.

Cheng Wenyi took two steps and noticed that his white blazer was stained.

He took his shirt off straight away and threw it away, seeing again that his inside shirt was also stained with blood, as if it was still from his own wound.

He searched his storage space, but there were no spare clothes left for him to replace.

Realising this harsh truth, Cheng Wenyi couldn't help but give a look of disgust.

What a blunder, to think that such an important strategic reserve was not adequately prepared.

"Boss." Mu Yang, the remote support, came running over with Xue Li.

Xue Li gave a happy "mee-woo" when she saw that her owner was okay.

Cheng Wenyi is no longer obsessed with clothes.

He smoothly scratched Xue Li's chin and straightened his hair a little before waving at Mu Yang, " Mu Yang, come on, let's go to the next playground."

--

The half-collapsed tall building.

Wen Zhixian and Feng Cheng stand tall in front of the window, surrounded by buildings that are in complete ruin.

Feng Cheng calmly fired his sniper shots, each one aimed at the weak point of the sequencer's head.

Wen Zhixian also sniped from afar with an ice pick, with no less efficiency.

The bodies of many of the Sequencers lay on the ground, but there was still a constant stream of them advancing on them from all around, as if there was no limit.

Wen Zhixian smiled and asked Feng Cheng, " A Cheng, there is no way back for us."

Feng Cheng calmly fired a shot: "Are you afraid?"

Wen Zhixian shook his head and backhanded another ice pick, "No, we call this a backstabbing."

--

In a corridor made entirely of metal.

Wang Ke and Wang Taidi rushed into the crowd of order-keepers.

Their figures flashed among them, the two working in tandem as if invincible, sharp blades swinging through one after another as a steady stream of Vikings fell.

Wang Taidi lifted a dagger off the head of the Vizier: "Still holding up, brother?"

Wang Ke's blade was not slow: "I can't go down until I've got them dead!"

--

The players who have broken into the Advent world continue to wreak havoc on the game.

Countless playgrounds were destroyed, bosses were killed, and even the Vizier, who carried the power of the Juggernaut, was unable to stop them.

Countless game exploits have appeared, sending shockwaves throughout the Advent world.

Finally, after a certain playground has been destroyed.

Like the last straw that broke the camel's back, the ground shook and the sky shattered, revealing the chaos and emptiness within.

The shattering of the sky also rippled through this white world, affecting even the Lord.

His power fluctuated violently and the juggernaut's eyes widened, "Human ...... how is that possible ......"

Xiao Lan slowly smiled, the opportunity he had been waiting for, had arrived.

Taking advantage of the moment when the Juggernaut made a mistake, he quickly bullied his way forward and unceremoniously drove his blade into the Juggernaut's brow.

The disintegrating power carried on the knife rushes madly into the master's body.

With this slash, many cracks spread from the wound on the juggernaut's brow, quickly spreading throughout his body making him look like a cracked mannequin.

At the same moment, the pitch-blackness of the juggernaut's chest spread violently, with an unstoppable aura spreading over his body.

In a flash, it enveloped the Lord in it.

The blackened paradox finally swallowed up the pure white lord.

However, the black expansion does not stop there.

It continued its spread towards the surroundings of the master, infesting the whole board, turning this white world into pitch black, and then spreading far into the distance.

The vibrating playground quietens down.

But before the players could breathe a sigh of relief, a burst of pure blackness appeared in the air, blotting out the previous chaos and plunging all the playing field into pitch black.

A succession of changes and sudden darkness unsettles the players.

But the darkness did not last long, and soon the original light returned to the various games, and the sky ceased to shatter.

In the next instant, whether they were ordinary players, rebels who had intruded into the game, or contracted players who were lucky enough to be neither absorbed by the Juggernaut nor transformed into Vectors, all of them heard the system alert.

This time the system prompt was different from all the previous ones: the

"Ding dong--"

"All players of the Advent World, you will now all have a chance to return to reality once and for all."

"Players who choose to leave will lose all their abilities and props, and will have all memories of the Advent World erased, severing all ties with the Advent World from that point on."

"Players who choose not to leave will continue to play and can unlock a new life form when their power reaches awakening."

At this announcement, the players who had participated in the revolt cheered.

"We are victorious!!!"

"I am free ！！！！"

"Hahahahahaha I want to go home!!!"

They were ecstatic, cheering and celebrating this hard-earned victory.

Everyone is prepared for the worst, but they still can't help but hope for the best.

Thankfully, thankfully they have finally waited for this dream ending.

The rest of the players echoed the system prompt incredulously.

They can leave the game now?

Someone whispered to the person next to them, "Is it true?"

The person next to you replied, "Try ......?"

The speaker silently focused on the leave option floating in his mind, still unable to bear the temptation to do so, he chose yes with a heartbeat.

Then his figure simply disappeared from the spot.

The people around were astonished, "Really! It's really possible to leave!!!"

As the words fell, a few more who couldn't resist trying chose to leave.

Such scenes are repeated in many places.

Countless players who were forced to struggle between life and death could not wait to get out of hell.

They experience so many struggles between life and death here that every day is a heavy yoke for them, making them feel almost suffocated.

Others pondered the phrase "when the power reaches awakening, a new life form can be unlocked".

Weighing up whether you want to leave or not.

The invisible layer of gloom that hung over the real world has finally faded away.

There's just no telling what kind of unsolved mystery of the world such a large number of disappearances, combined with collective memory loss, will end up being passed on.

When he returned home after working late, he saw his son standing in the living room playing a wide-eyed game with Tie Hanhan.

There was some confusion in my son's eyes; he seemed to have forgotten something.

But Zhang smiled, no matter what happened, it was good to be back.

--

In the dank sewers.

The Brother Xiao supporters were in full swing and they didn't mind getting dirty, they just danced in place.

Zhao Xiaohe asked Di Yifugui: " Sister FuGui, will you leave?"

Di Yifugui said, "No, I will still stay in the round."

Zhao Xiaohe was surprised: "Why? You have such good grades, you should go back to school."

Di Yifugui said, "The boss said he would invest in my research project. My supervisor went bald to get investment, and I don't want to be like that in the future."

Zhao Xiaohe's mouth hung open slightly: "......"

So the world of the schoolboy has such sorrows too?

Di Yifugui asks rhetorically, "What about you, leaving?"

Zhao Xiaohe shook his head and said with some embarrassment, "My grades are not good, so I guess I won't be able to get into university in the future, and the job at Reincarnation is better than anything I could find, and the benefits system is better than many companies."

Having experienced the toxic beatings of society too early, the girls have become very realistic in their way of thinking.

In the old castle which is almost in ruins.

Qi Ning looks at the moonlight and is lost in thought.

He had intended to leave the Advent world to be with Cen Wei, but he also noticed the system prompt about awakening.

If he can reach his awakening, will he be able to bring Cen Wei back for real with his greater power?

And, if you meet a wanted man in the Advent world ......

That's a real joy to behold.

The haunted classroom.

Wu Ting looked at the Xiao Qing on her wrist: "Xiao Qing, I'm going back, after all, my dream is to be a first-rate anchorwoman."

The white snake rubbed against his wrist with some reluctance.

He touched Xiao Qing's head, "I'm not leaving now, I need to find someone reliable to take care of you."

Who should I ask, preferably a guy who is reliable and not afraid of snakes ...... Wu Ting's eyes flashed through the people he knew and suddenly stopped on someone: " Uncle Xiao, I'm counting on you."

In a high building.

Wen Zhixian sat down on his butt: "I'm exhausted, thank goodness Little Lanlan and Little Luo Luo are strong, if I dragged on for a while I would have been cold."

Feng Cheng walked up to him: "Will you leave?"

Wen Zhixian didn't hesitate: "No, this is where I can see you, A Cheng, and we can become stronger together when we awaken."

Feng Cheng smiled in a rare moment, "Good."

Cheng Wenyi's room.

The moment the prompt to descend into the world appeared, he couldn't wait to get back to the player quarters.

Then he rushed into the bathroom as fast as he could in his life.

We'll talk about leaving or not leaving later. Right now, the first thing is to take a shower and change clothes, then get a haircut from the stylist.

The continuous fighting had left him covered in blood and mud, his hair was missing a section, and his clothes were lined with white armour fragments; he had never been so unkempt in his life.

Soaking in the bathtub, Cheng Wenyi now feels handsome again.

At this point, he received a contact from Mu Yang.

"Will you be leaving, boss?"

"I don't think so, I'm interested in the awakening and there should be some left in the reincarnation that won't fall apart."

"What about you?"

"Neither do I. I said I'd always follow you, boss."

"Childish, have you finished your homework yet?"

"......"

"Add two more essays."

In a high tech base.

Wang Taidi sitting at the console: "Brother, shall we leave?"

Wang Ke is silent for a moment.

Originally, it had always been his dream to take his brother away from the Advent world with him, for he did not know how to ensure that he did not get hurt in such a dangerous world other than this.

But all of a sudden, my brother grew up and grew to a point where he didn't need to be protected.

This left him feeling a little confused.

Wang Taidi smiled and said, "There's no time limit anyway, so we can go home and visit our parents' grave first and decide later."

Wang Ke thought for a moment and looked at his brother, "That's fine."

That's when he realized how his brother was now sitting almost as tall as he was standing ......

It must be because the console itself is high! It's not that he didn't have a booster pad to do it today ！！！！

--

Xiao Lan finds himself back in his room.

Everything in the room was as usual, but there was no Luo.

After dealing with his injuries, he couldn't resist walking over to the window and looking down at the street below.

The streets were packed with people today, the faces of these players were full of ecstasy, some were meeting up for one last drink, some burst into tears in the street and some jumped around in tight hugs.

These are scenes that you don't normally see, but for the first time the player residency is so vivid.

And I wonder how many of the people he knows will choose to leave after this battle, and which will choose to stay.

Suddenly, the room was plunged into darkness.

Xiao Lan stood in the darkness, unable to hear a single sound.

But the corners of his mouth hung in a smile.

I don't know how long it took, but footsteps sounded behind me, unhurried, elegant and restrained.

A figure also came up behind him along with the sound of footsteps.

Luo's voice held a gentle smile, "Sir, I'm late."

Xiao Lan turned to look at him and was relieved to find that Luo did not appear to be missing parts all over his body, "Welcome back."

Then came the two people getting closer and closer, their figures gradually blending together in the light from the window.

This night was no longer a night of scruples as the two went wild, sharing each other's pleasure and enthusiasm with reckless abandon.

The next day Xiao Lan woke up to the light golden eyes of Luo, who had been gazing at him for who knows how long.

Luo smiled and arched her eyebrows, "Good morning, sir."

Xiao Lan came over and kissed him on the cheek, "Good morning."

After they got up, Xiao Lan washed up and came into the living room to find Luo sitting on the sofa waiting for him, as if he had something to say.

Xiao Lan asked, "What's wrong?"

Luo held out his hand and a fluorescent Bai Guang glowed faintly in the palm of his hand.

Xiao Lan sensed a familiar aura on Bai Guang: "Is this the master?"

Luo nodded: "Neither I nor he could be completely killed, so the most crucial part remained after devouring his power."

Xiao Lan wondered, "Why didn't you take him out last night."

Luo justified it by saying, "Didn't think about it."

In the presence of Sir, what a lord is but a wayfarer unworthy of his name.

Xiao Lan sat down next to him, "So what are you going to do."

In Luo's hand appeared an envelope that, although of a different style, looked just as worthless as the one he had: "I will give him an envelope too, and maybe one day he will meet someone who will trust him enough to let him understand human beings."

Xiao Lan asks, "Will he recover like you did?"

Luo said, "I have devoured his power and I will seal the envelope so that if he comes out, I will be the first to feel it."

Xiao Lan raises an eyebrow, isn't that the equivalent of a life sentence?

To be banished from the game world is perhaps even harder for the lord who is used to being on top than to die as a king.

He was sure that this Luo guy was definitely out for revenge.

Luo takes out a pen and prepares to write the name of the master on the envelope.

Suddenly he remembered something crucial: "Sovereign is only a title that comes from status; he doesn't actually have a name."

Xiao Lan excitedly suggested, "Give him one?"

Luo agreed with good grace, "Why don't you do it, sir?"

Xiao Lan thought for a moment and said seriously, " Dogs, I think, is a name that, according to our human customs, represents the blessing of longevity."

Luo nodded his head in sincere compliment, "What a great name."

There was a welcome whiff of plastic brotherhood in that compliment.

Luo then left the envelope with the word "Dogs" in large letters with a broad stroke of his pen.

Then he reached out and cut open the space and threw the envelope into the playground.

The author has something to say.

Dogs: These two are simply doing it on purpose, aren't they! You go! I don't have a brother like you!!!