The entry point has been greatly changed, and a lot of the previous parts need to be rewritten, but the settings remain largely unchanged!
[The female protagonist of the full-level boss trumpet* didn't recognize her. The male protagonist fell in love and killed each other unilaterally]
You, fallen old god.
You once ignored the range of nuclear bombs, subverted the rules of physics, had believers everywhere, and built towering temples. You were the highest combat power of the Federation and the Empire.
But hundreds of years later, you wake up in prison as a female prisoner.
In addition, you received an invitation to the [FREE] game.
The people who once worshiped you have forgotten your deeds.
Some people overturned your temples and offered sacrifices to the new gods. Some people competed to participate in the rankings and obtained top equipment abilities. Some people shouted unified slogans, killing people and setting fires, and committed all kinds of evil.
Then, they were all destroyed by your trumpet.
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Trumpet, you can finally let yourself go.
So in the game, you hide your identity and team up with your former loyal family members, and are assigned to the same prison.
They are injured and crazy, but they still remember your past. After turning off the lights, they will talk to you about the noble and selfless character of the old god, the sacred and beautiful white hair, the shining golden rune sword, and her terrifying absolute power.
You wipe the blood from the rusty sword and listen quietly. After a moment, you just ask: "Kill?"
They were stunned and asked what are you killing. The damn imperial warden is coming. We can no longer chat secretly. He has two heads and four arms, is inhuman and terrifying, and tortures cruelly.
You draw your sword and say, of course, you want to kill the new gods and bring back the old gods.
They say you are a fool, you are insane before going to bed——
Then, they watched as your tattered, rusty sword was engraved with golden runes, and you silently chopped off the warden's two heads from a distance of a hundred meters.
The warden of the first prison who inherited the power of the New God and was almost omnipotent and immortal——
Instantly killed by your flat A.
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You reach the top of the game, finally come to the throne of the New God, and see his true face.
He wears a black feather shawl, clasps his fingers and taps, and even though you have killed countless clones, large and small, he still insists on looking at you with contempt.
He gritted his teeth and asked what exactly do you want, a unified federation? Or become a descendant of God? Eternal life? Or supreme power?
But you remained silent because you thought he looked familiar. And after a while, you finally remembered where you had met him - he was once a fanatical believer under your seat.
Your memory of him is slightly vague. You only remember that he had a beautiful face, and he knelt on the ground devoutly. Then he slightly raised his delicate eyebrows and promised you word by word: "I wish to be your sword forever."
But at this moment, the look on that face was not the obedient and fawning look in my memory, but impatience and irritability.
So you had no choice but to tentatively call out his shameful and private nickname.
Food Guide
1. Prison prisoners group travel game, adopts a confrontation mode between two camps, divided into black and white, night and day, players communicate through the forum, only the number will not change.
[Dark Night] Location: The second world five hundred years later, mission: Black kills, forum: Black forum, White cannot communicate, only White's farmer can activate skills to kill
[Daytime] Location: Real Prison, First World, Mission: Execution of Black, Forum: All Forum, Black Forum is closed, White farmer who appeared in the last night becomes the day host
2. The female protagonist has the strongest plot flow, and there is a male protagonist. The heroine has dependents and followers, but she will lose her horse later.
3 This article pursues pure cool writing and ultimate killing.
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Mission: All people are created equal.