Chapter 191

A mechanical system prompt sounded throughout the copy:

[The main mission of the safe sanatorium copy has been completed, and the copy is being closed...]

The moment they heard this voice, the remaining anchors who were struggling to survive were all stunned.

Almost overwhelmed by the unexpected joy in front of them, they all breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the prompt sound of the copy being closed.

Under the current circumstances, everyone's tasks are difficult. It has almost become a luxury to save enough points to leave the dungeon according to the basic method. At this time, someone completed the ultimate main line dungeon and forced the dungeon to close early.

It’s a life-saving straw for them!

The system counts down in an emotionless voice.

【100,99,98……】

What? One hundred seconds?

The anchors were all stunned.

The countdown to closing the copy this time may be a bit too long.

However, they then thought about it, although this time it was much longer than usual, in the end it was only a hundred seconds, and it shouldn't be very difficult to survive this period of time.

In the underground tomb, the few people who knew the inside story were far from being so relaxed.

To be precise, everyone's expressions changed the moment they heard the one hundred second countdown.

Too bad.

You know, the way they completed the main mission this time is the most dangerous of all known options...

This is not simply destroying the balance, but completely destroying the entire scale.

No one knew how the entire copy would change after all the conditions were met. Wen Jianyan didn't say anything, and they had no chance to ask.

Under the circumstances at that time, either intentionally or unintentionally, that person implanted an almost blind sense of trust in the hearts of all of them.

After all, Wen Jianyan is the only person who can truly deduce the inside story of the entire copy.

Whether it is the letters and clues he holds in his hands or the number of props he obtains, it far exceeds that of each of them. How much information is exposed and how much information is hidden is all in his mind.

They had no choice but to trust Wen Jianyan's judgment.

However, if you want to ask them whether they believe that this ritual can create a god, and... if it really succeeds in creating a god, can they still leave this copy alive...

No one can answer these questions.

To a certain extent, "what will happen after the ritual is completed" is completely beyond the knowledge that an ordinary human being can master, so they place their hope of survival on the mechanism of the nightmare.

Generally speaking, after the final main task is completed, the countdown in the live broadcast room is only ten seconds.

If this time is the same as before, then even if they don't know the answers to the previous questions, they can safely return to the system space, or in other words, they don't need to know.

When they heard the one-hundred-second countdown, everyone's hearts suddenly sank.

This is a signal.

An ominous omen.

This means... they cannot leave the dungeon safely and without knowing anything as they had hoped before - and what awaits them next is a complete unknown.

【91,90,89……】

No matter what the remaining anchors are thinking, time continues coldly.

The countdown advances slowly one by one.

Without warning, a deafening and majestic bell rang, and the sound wave seemed to have an entity, reverberating throughout the entire copy.

【When——when——when——】

Compared with the previous six times, the bell this time was too loud, almost deafening. The anchors had to raise their hands to cover their ears to resist the terrifying sound that shook their souls.

The sound of the bell continued without any pause, and even became louder and louder as time went by.

【When——when——when——】

As if affected by the sound, the solid ground began to vibrate.

What's going on?

This... this has never happened before!

The survivors looked at each other in confusion, seeing the exact same panic and confusion in each other's eyes.

They were a little unsteady on their feet.

"Click, click."

The heartbreaking sound of cracking steel and concrete echoed in their ears, and the ground tilted under their helpless eyes, as if it was being bent by some invisible force.

"You, look out the window!!!"

Even though it was deliberately concealed, the trembling fear still emerged from the prompter's voice, almost with a slight change in tone.

Under his guidance, the survivors all looked out the window.

A strange, almost beyond cognition sight appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

The blood-red sky was being swallowed up bit by bit, and the place where they were was moving toward the ground with an irresistible trend. They could see the atrium approaching the window, and the pointed top of the chapel was straight up.

Facing the window, it looked like a sharp weapon embedded in the ground, stabbing straight at them.

The countdown continues.

【81,80,79……】

What seemed to be a short few dozen seconds has now become almost everyone's nightmare. The newly ignited hope was poured cold water on the pocket, and was instantly extinguished into ruins.

After the bell rang, all the monsters in the entire dungeon had disappeared, leaving only an empty building shell.

There was a deathly silence inside.

A slightly trembling voice sounded:

"Wait, this copy seems to be... bending?"

It's like a straight ruler that is forcibly bent, and then bent again, until one end is connected to the other and becomes a complete circle with no head or tail.

【Honesty comes first】In the live broadcast room.

The excitement and excitement just now have been swept away and turned into heavy and depressing.

"I'll go... I felt something was wrong when I heard the countdown. It seems that this wave is really preparing them to complete the journey!"

"Ahhhhhh, I felt it before! This method of completing the main mission is too extreme! The other methods are not as risky as this... Oh my god, this wave of anchors is not really over!!"

"This is a god-making thing! Who knows what kind of thing we can create..."

"I feel like...these tens of seconds countdown may seem very small, but it's actually really long, enough for a lot of things to happen."

At the moment when the bell ended, everyone in the catacombs was thrown away from the dark room by some strong repulsive force!

Everyone was thrown far away.

Someone's back hit the wall hard, and pain and dizziness hit them together, making them dizzy. They could only be pressed against the wall by gravity, unable to move.

A variety of scalp-numbing sounds echoed above the head.

As the stones were squeezed and shattered, the passage connecting the underground tombs turned into powder and disappeared. Through the empty door frame, one could see the rotating and floating stones outside, as well as the broken blood outside the circular building.

Sky.

There was a whistling wind in my ears, and Su Cheng was falling.

Suddenly, I felt that I was being pulled hard by something, and my body was in severe pain as if it was about to be torn apart, but the feeling of weightlessness disappeared.

He managed to open his eyes and found that he was hanging on the wall near the door. If he slid down one step, he would fall directly out of the door and into the abyss without boundaries.

Wen Jianyan leaned out half of his body from the edge of the wall, holding the prop net in his palm, and his voice was blown to pieces by the wind:

"Hold on!"

Su Cheng nodded vigorously, holding on to the prop net tightly, with veins on the back of his hands showing, and with Wen Jianyan's strength, he climbed back into the underground tomb bit by bit with difficulty.

He was sweating and breathing heavily: "Thank you, thank you."

Wen Jianyan stood next to him, shook his head, and was a little breathless: "It's okay."

remember

Su Cheng raised his eyes and looked in front of him.

His heart sank suddenly.

In the direction from the pulpit to the dark room, everything has disappeared into the huge sphere as red as blood - it doesn't look like neurons, nor does it look like any existence.

The texture seems soft and seems to be flowing continuously.

All high-risk patients disappeared into it, it was like...

The developing uterus.
To be continued...