First Player

No. 4 "He is the most pathetic."

Su Mingan took out the compass.

At this time, the compass that could originally show Sibor's position had failed, and he could not see the red dot representing her.

"Shadow, let me ask you, have the gods descended on the sky?" Su Mingan straightened up.

"No." Shadow replied. He was surprised that this person didn't even know about this: "Lord Baishen has never appeared. I...have been waiting for him to appear."

"Yeah." Su Mingan said, "How old is Sissi this year?"

"Ten, ten years old." Shadow said.

Su Mingan nodded.

He remembered that Xi Boer looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Sissi Zevan seems to be another name for her. She introduces herself as Sibor, but everyone else calls her Sissi.

So, did he suddenly go back to five years ago?

Judging from the current information, five years ago, Baishen was created by people's gathered faith. He came to the sky for the first time. He blocked the mud curse that suddenly appeared in the sky, turned into a barrier and died, just like a flash in the pan.

Looking at the current time, Baishen does not exist yet.

So, what special copy did he accidentally enter while searching the underground laboratory?

He didn't realize when he started to reach this timeline.

...No wonder the raven suddenly disappeared.

"Let's go." He looked at the shadow: "Go rescue people first."

…

"——Chase! Chase quickly!"

In the night, the angry voices of the guards echoed throughout the First Tribe.

In front of them, a group of children ran fast.

The girl named Coco kept throwing flames in her hands. They were like an arson team, burning wherever they went.

The entire tribe was burning with bright red flames, and people's coughs could be heard constantly.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Due to the destruction of the airtight building, black fog filled the air, and some people even began to cough up blood.

Gradually, there was no sound of guards chasing behind the children.

Thick smoke obscured their vision, and even they themselves began to cough due to inhaling the smoke.

"Keke, stop..." A child couldn't help but say something.

The flame in Coco's hand stopped.

The flames burned so fiercely that she was a little scared.

The children's team stopped in a corner of the tribe, looking at the hot situation in front of them, their eyes were a little blank.

After a brief silence, one child swallowed and spoke softly.

"...Have we gone too far?" he said.

They were hot-blooded and found a seemingly reliable method of arson to distract the guards, without any intention of destroying the tribe.

But looking at the situation, the fire has gone too far.

Obviously, the tribe would easily deal with the usual small fires, and they would not be in such a terrifying situation now.

Xiao Ke's fire has the characteristic of continuous burning, and it is a very strong flame. In addition, they came out of the tunnel inside, so the guards were unprepared. They also knew all the places where fires are easy to catch. With this combination, , before the elders had time to react, the flames spread across the first tribe like a tsunami.

"I...I..." Feng Qiqi suddenly turned pale.

"Qiqi, what's wrong with you?" The children realized that Feng Qiqi's face was already very ugly.

"I forgot one thing..." Feng Qiqi was trembling all over: "The current natural disaster period is the flame period. In this environment, the flames will receive all-round bonuses and become difficult to extinguish... …”

When the children heard this, they were all frightened.

They didn't consider this situation at all, they just wanted to take the opportunity to save people, but the development of the fire had far exceeded their expectations.

It seems like... they did something very wrong.

A mistake that they will regret for the rest of their lives.

"——This is the heavenly fire sent down by Master Baishen——The Baishen is angry!"

A loud scream from a female tribe suddenly rang out from the thick fog, her voice full of sorrow.

"——Lord Baishen is angry. This is the fire from heaven that He sent down. It's because our faith is not pious enough!"

Some people also shouted loudly, their voices rising and falling in the black mist.

"——It must be the escape behavior of the young clan leader, Mr. Sik Zewan, and Mr. Chushan Zewan, which made Mr. Baishen angry!"

"That's right...this fire is our punishment..."

"The current plan is to hold a sacrificial ceremony as soon as possible and throw their children into the lava, in order to appease Lord Baishen's anger..."

"Elders! Save us, we are devout believers in Bai God..."

Listening to these screams, the children's eyes were blank.

When Feng Qiqi heard these sounds, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He jumped up and stood on the nearby hillside.

He took a deep breath, looked down from a high position, and shouted at these rising and falling voices:

"——It's not that Lord Baishen is angry! It's me who set the fire on! You guys should wake up!"

"——Don't put everything in the ritual of worshiping gods! It's just a backward ritual! It's useless to throw the child into the lava! It's useless!"

"——It's not the sky fire! I set the fire! The ritual of sacrificing the gods is useless! How could you be so cruel as to throw a child into the lava!!"

His shouts were angry and sad, but in vain. The fire was too strong and his voice could not reach far.

He tried his best to clarify all this, as if he wanted to tear out his throat.

The flames rose, sending thick black smoke into his throat.

"——All of this, everything was caused by me——cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!!"

He suddenly coughed violently, and his little face was reddened by the flames.

He covered his mouth, opened his watery eyes, looked directly at the raging fire below, and saw the innocent people running away in the sea of ​​​​fire.

Some of these people were burned to death in their sleep, some fell into the smoke and never moved again, and some were cursed by the black mist at night, turning from living people into a pool of water. mud……

Men, women, the elderly, children... they were running in the sea of ​​​​fire, crying and shouting. Their relatives around them fell one after another. Everything in front of them was like hell.

The people who had worked hard all their lives have now become fragile lives.

Feng Qiqi's eyes gradually became hollow.

At this moment, intense regret eroded his mind.

...It shouldn't be like this! It shouldn't be like this!

He just set a fire and created chaos!

...Why, why is it the flame period of natural disaster...

He was standing on a high hillside, with children beside him. Some of them had begun to vomit blood due to the soul stones being exhausted and extinguished.

Coco began to cry loudly, a pair of dark braids trembling on the back of her head.

She felt that it was she who was responsible for setting the fire that caused all this, and she was the sinner who deserved to be thrown into the lava. Why should the innocent Sissi die? Is it just because of the so-called tradition and oracle?

Why are adults so indifferent to black and white? Do people become like that when they grow up?

She was crying and suddenly started vomiting black mud.

Due to the strong emotional outburst, the curse on her body was detonated in advance.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... It's all my fault... It's all my fault..." She cried, gradually losing her voice, and mud spread from all over her body.

She looked at her dirty hands, then at the other children who were full of fear for her, turned around, and rushed towards the sea of ​​​​fire, crying.

The flames engulfed her body where the curse was on the verge of breaking out, and her cries were gradually annihilated by the red color.

Feng Qiqi watched blankly as her back disappeared in the flames, watched as her playful braid was ignited by the fire, and saw her slender body burning painfully in the sea of ​​fire.

He looked at it all blankly.

Realization dawned on him.

...He really is.

He did a very, very regretful thing that would make him regret it for the rest of his life.

He made everything go off track.

He forced his sister to be put on the execution rack in advance.

He made the ritual of divine sacrifice a necessity.

All the actions he took to long for a happy ending led to the worst ending for everyone.

At this moment, without listening carefully, he knew that all the people fleeing in the sea of ​​fire were saying in unison -

[Hurry up—hurry up and let the divine sacrifice ceremony take place! 】

[As long as the child is thrown away, the anger of Lord Baishen will be calmed and the sky fire will be withdrawn——]

…

they said.

The fire from heaven is punishing them.

Hurry up and throw Sissi down.

…

The hot air poured into Feng Qiqi's trachea, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Listening to the lamentations of the people coming from all directions, he suddenly understood that gods who could not save them were not gods at all.

——Even though He is called a god, the Baishen who cannot protect them and has never really appeared is not considered a god at all.

...after that.

He will never trust anyone who claims to be a god.

"Feng Qiqi, where are we going now?" a girl asked, her whole body trembling with fear.

Feng Qiqi turned his head and looked at a dumb boy.

This boy has been silent and always smiles. He is much larger than the others and has a strong build, like a muscular man.

An old ax was leaning on his side, and he counted the pebbles in his hand as if he were counting treasures.

"Immortality." Feng Qiqi called out the strong boy's name: "Can I ask you... to use your ability to protect them and send them out?"

"oh."

The sturdy boy named Chang Sheng responded blankly. He looked a little stupid.

"What about you? Qiqi, won't you run away with us?" A child with a short head said anxiously.

The situation was beyond their control and all they could do was try their best to escape. As for rescuing people... they couldn't do it anymore. The fog was so thick that they couldn't even see the road clearly.

They have turned from innocents into criminals.

Whether they meant to or not, they did cause this disaster.

"I..." Feng Qiqi said softly, "I won't leave."

"You're not leaving? Then why are you staying here?" The short-haired boy took his hand and said, "Let's go together! Your father is the next heir to the clan leader. If you leave, the elders won't come to arrest you by force!"

Feng Qiqi was silent for a moment.

Hot air poured down his trachea, burning his chest.

He was almost out of breath.

When he spoke, his eyes were red and his voice was extremely hoarse:

"...What about Sissi? What should she do?"

…

The children shut up.

Today, the only thing that can calm people's anger and sadness is the ritual of divine sacrifice.

Whether it works or not, it must be done now.

It was this fire that heightened its necessity and put it on the map.

It was they who caused this result.

The elders couldn't catch Feng Qiqi hiding in the fire, so they had to find Sissi who was still living in the stone castle. Because both of them were the most talented people in the clan, one of them had to be thrown into the fire. magma.

It is estimated that at this time, Sissi has been taken away by the elders. After all, the elders never appeared in the fire.

They should have already headed to the magma vent in the back mountain.

Feng Qiqi turned around.

There was no smile on his face. The moment he saw the disaster, he no longer had the attitude of shouting "I am the Dark Lord".

He did bring people the "judgement of hell" he called it, but it was along with his sister.

To him, this was darker than darkness, more painful than pain, and more terrifying than death.

He held the black knife in his hand and walked toward the back mountain.

"Qiqi! Where are you going!" A child shouted.

"I'm going to replace Sissi and calm people's anger," he said.

He used to be the person who hated the ritual of divine sacrifice the most.

But in the face of disaster, he is the most powerless.

He is the most pathetic.

He stayed away from the crying children and walked into the fire alone.

The dark energy danced with him, the flames avoided his steps, and everything was cut open by the black knife in his hand.

——"The Obliterator" waved his blade.

All is open for His way.