The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1161

[Chapter 193 Nine Kinds of Hell]

After setting up the force field wall, Isaac retracted the knife to his waist and pulled out his pistol.

“The lily crown should stand on the lion

‘s feather—” he solemnly chanted, pulling the trigger against the sky.

I saw a white bullet flying into the sky.

Afterwards, a complex magic formation unfolded in the sky.

Countless pure white beams fell on the ground one after another, and then exploded.

The blasts had no effect on Isaac’s troops, while his enemies were blown to bloody shreds.

The young soldiers cheered.

And Isaac just smiled.

He made a calm voice: “Everyone, keep calm and protect yourself – I will support you in the back!”

But this time.

The same cry came from the opposite back row.

Through the screen, it was clearly communicated to Annan’s side:

“—Captain, the magic of the demon warlock at the back is too powerful, brothers can’t rush over!”

“Retreat first—damn, they are actually prepared! Did the scout who placed the explosives in the back go in?!”

“No, the big devil seems to have summoned a wall of bones so strong that we can’t get in at all!”

“Retreat first—retreat! Let’s go somewhere else! Devil! We can’t defend every town so well! Let’s go to a place where there are no warlocks!” The

opposite side dropped about half of the corpses and fled immediately.

The young soldiers here were just about to chase after them, but they were stopped by Isaac.

“Stop chasing.”

Isaac looked at the enemy’s direction seriously: “Compared to the two offensives we defeated before, this wave of bugs is a bit rare, and they have no strong desire to attack. They may be trying to trick us out, and then Then attack the town.”

“Yes,

Captain!” The

young soldiers responded respectfully.

Then, the videotape came to an end.

Annan frowned.

If he didn’t understand wrong…

Isaac’s side, there is indeed a problem.

In that dim yellow world, why does it feel like there is a strong cognitive barrier between each other?

Isaac and the others think that the enemies are all bugs.

And those enemies in turn thought they were a group of demons…

Even if they heard each other’s roars at close range, they still didn’t realize that the other party was their own kind.

Annan frowned, temporarily paused the tape, and took out another tape.

This time it’s “456” – the same number “5” as “357”.

There’s no logic to this, it’s just pure luck.

Or rather, mysticism.

Annan hopes to see some new intelligence.

But it’s best related to his last intelligence…

After the same long wait, Annan saw another world.

It was a lush virgin jungle.

But the jungle seemed a little too “lush”.

The volume of trees, vines and other plants is more than five times that of common ones.

Or maybe the size of a person has been reduced to the level of a can of Coke…

and all these plants are alive.

Countless green grass seeds rolled up like green algae in the lake, covering the sky like a storm.

– That’s a plant that is “migrating”.

A man Annan didn’t know and had never seen before tried to escape in embarrassment.

But the fine grass and height he passed through could reach his neck.

They slapped him constantly, trying to choke him – the man struggled to get the upper hand in the fight over the blades of grass.

Just when he tried his best to cut off a small blade of grass with the short dagger in his hand.

There was a vine behind him, falling silently from top to bottom, grabbing his waist.

Then countless slender willow branches drilled into his body.

In the blink of an eye, the man’s body was drained and motionless.

That’s it for the tapes.

Annan frowned, and silently pulled out other videotapes.

What they have in common is that every scene in the tape has an overwhelming “certain color”.

And no matter which scene it is, the content inside is enough to be called “doomsday”.

After searching for a long time, Annan finally found Orpheus from the “789” videotape.

This also allowed Annan to confirm that the different tapes should not be on the same timeline.

Because the place where the poem is located is a highly developed but overwhelmingly “grey” area.

The towering version of high-rise buildings.

There are rushing vehicles, and even hovering vehicles like spaceships fly past the sky.

But unlike cyberpunk full of neon tones… this world is full of “gray”.

The sky has turned into a complete, convoluted gray.

Even the light of the sun is not dazzling, and even if you look directly at it with the naked eye, you will not cry.

And all the people passing by on the street are “humans” with expressionless faces.

They say they are humans, but they are actually robots.

Just an iron man wrapped in a layer of skin.

Orpheus stood on the corner of the street holding his golden harp, a little bewildered.

All the “people” passing by were not curious about him.

There was no “people” to talk to him at all, and no “people” even to look at him.

He was confused at first, then a little scared.

He took off his hat and put it on the street to play and sing.

But no one paid him any attention.

No one stopped, no one rewarded him.

Orpheus once wondered if this was a hallucination.

He even had the guts to try to deliberately block others’ progress.

But the other party did not pass it from his side, but paused for a while, with a flash of blue light in his eyes, trying to find another way.

And Ofi Shi stuck him again, and the passerby gave him a respectful salute.

Afterwards, the “passer-by” quickly walked around Ophisci.

Orpheus froze in place.

He was holding his harp, wondering what he was thinking.

Standing alone in a crowd of people, it was as if he had been abandoned by the world—everyone who came and went was gray and white, and only he had a color.

After being silent for a long time, he finally picked up this golden harp “enough to move the gods”.

He stood in the street, singing loudly with all his might, playing music at his highest level.

No one looked at him, no one cared about him.

This is a possibility that Orpheus never imagined or experienced.

Since he started learning musical instruments, he has lived in the pursuit and praise of people.

His own talents and achievements are indeed worthy of this accolade.

He even once thought that the “sense of gaze” brought about by his identity was superfluous, making people unable to hear the emotions he was trying to express.

Orpheus has always believed that if he was not a “Denisoya”, then his artistic achievements should be higher.

– until now.

The shocking feeling of being forgotten by the whole world made him never miss that “sense of gaze”.

He played for a while, squatted down silently, picked up his hat, and put it back on his head.

All shops on the road are open.

Food and water are freely available – but no one is alive and no one wants to initiate a dialogue with him.

In the gray town, the only poet of color that exists plays the harp and sings as he walks.

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In this silent world, Ophiuchus played his musical instruments and sang aloud, hoping to attract people who heard the singing to come to him.

In this way, he was looking for people who could communicate with him, looking for Isaac and Annan who entered the nightmare with him.

At this moment, the camera suddenly began to gradually zoom out.

Orpheus’ stature became smaller and smaller.

It was a street at first—after it was elongated, it became an unusually complex group of Chongqing interchanges.

Once again elongated, it is a steel town… and finally becomes a country, a continent, a planet.

It was a completely silent planet covered in “grey”.

There is no one else in the whole world except Orpheus.

The update is complete~

(end of this chapter)

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