I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 569 Opening

For Ding Yue, who lives in Night City, killing and death are very common. The neighborhood he lives in is relatively closed. Everything is hidden in the dark, not as naked as the streets outside.

Ding Yue couldn't even remember how many deaths he had witnessed, maybe seventy or eighty?If you count the hearsay, the collection of wonderful death records of the dead lottery, the live broadcast of the death fighting competition, it is not an exaggeration to throw him in the middle ages and say that I have seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

But in this era, in Night City, Ding Yue could be called a good citizen of Night City until he became a disciple of Scarlet, and he could be called a good old man.

Even after becoming the Scarlet Disciple, after Ding Yue killed that neon superhuman cub and killed several villains that he had killed countless times in his dreams, he has been using his abilities very restrainedly.

To be honest, if it wasn't for the timely part-time job sent by the FBAS Bureau, Ding Yue originally planned to work illegally on the construction site. Going to the construction site is a bit too reckless.
He always felt that he had already seen the ugliness and cruelty of the world. After all, Night City was a cruel place, and ordinary people couldn't adapt to the rhythm there.

But now, the player in front of Ding Yue taught him a lesson. There is a player who treats people like bullets and fuel.

"You wasted the power I gave you." Tang Ji's suppressed anger came from Ding Yue's ears again, as if hiding the wailing of the world in his throat.

So, is this the world Tang Ji sees?
Ding Yue looked at the angel-like player, and seemed to understand Tang Ji's pain and hatred at this moment, as well as his disappointment in himself.

Previously, Ding Yue felt that these players were not his problem. He felt that they had nothing to do with him. He just wanted to live a good life. God testifies that Ding Yue never begged for more in the first 20 years of his life. He lived very badly. Easy, and now life is just starting to get better.

Even if it is a soap bubble, it will break when the wind blows, Ding Yue also hopes to prolong the existence of the soap bubble as much as possible.

But now, this soap bubble was punctured in the most violent way. He was just soaked in human blood, with a trace of warm human blood. He didn't even want to think about who the blood was transformed from. Come.

Ding Yue was selected by Tang Ji as the disciple of Scarlet at that time, not because the bank where he saved his money went bankrupt, not because the underground bank where he saved his money changed owners, nor because the place where he hid his cash was burned to ashes by the fire, but because The bastard who set the fire also burned a few children to death.

Kanzaki Plant may not have planned in advance to burn those children to death, he just didn't care, didn't care how many people would die, because at that time he felt that he was detached and didn't bother to be with ordinary people.

Stories of anger and revenge are happening every day, but Tang Ji has only selected two scarlet disciples so far, which is a gift and an honor, Ding Yue and Rickard, they are different, their emotions , The reason and core of their anger are all unique.

At least at the moment when they light up their own characteristics, it is enough to touch the fury and get the approval of the fury.

Rickard was recognized because he was not only angry at what happened to him at the time, but more because he was irritated by the attitude of those rich people who spent money to have fun treating their own kind, and he was angry because of this Burning attracted Tang Ji.

And Ding Yue was recognized because he was angry because of Kanzaki Plant's disregard for human life. He was completely irritated, and he didn't even care that he would die because of it. He just wanted to express himself with the only means before he died. full of anger.

Ding Yue admitted that this matter is now related to him.

He was soaked in the blood of those victims, and he couldn't wash it clean.

The gray-black flame of hatred began to spread in a blink of an eye, like a volcanic eruption, melting the surrounding concrete into blood, and the blood even splashed on Albireo Lori's face.

Albireo reached out and wiped the blood on his face, which was still warm from the flames of hatred. He began to feel that the aborigine superhuman in front of him was interesting, and the world could always surprise him.

Rickard, who was far away in the Roseville District, also felt the anger of the same enemy. At this time, he was preparing to raid a certain player group's stronghold under the cover of the railway organization.

The sudden anger from the bottom of his heart caused the flames of hatred to overflow from Rickard's body uncontrollably, turning him into a man of fire. Mitch Shepard, who stood beside him and waited for the news, widened his eyes. Looking at Rickard, he subconsciously distanced himself a little.

Rickard's eyes were filled with flames, and he clapped his hands lightly: "Don't worry about the plan, I'm going in and killing them all."

Tanguy locked himself in an empty house, this is the Paris district, and there are empty houses everywhere.

He could feel the mood swings from Ding Yue's side, but Tang Ji at this moment was completely indifferent to it, because he had been dominated by a more violent anger all the time, and the anger from the previous generation's violent anger was affecting Tang across the space lucky.

The other party seemed to be shouting in Tang Ji's ear: "What the hell are you thinking! Come here and see what good things I left for you!"

Tang Ji's response to this was: "Go away!"

"go away!"

"roll!"

That feeling is like a face-to-face quarrel with a person who has no quality at all. Both parties are full of anger, not proficient in language arts, and can only disgust each other with their voices when they can't do their hands.

Tang Ji didn't know to what extent the previous generation's rage had finally reached, because the content conveyed by the other party through emotions was almost completely submerged in the endless anger.

Tang Ji could hear that that kind of anger was not only aimed at the other seven original sins, but also at all superhuman beings, but also at the entire human race, all creatures on the earth, and even the entire planet. He hated everything here!
In his remaining thoughts, in the dark and cold space, relying on a trace of obsession and hatred, he preserved his power seeds for a full 4000 years, just for one day, when the era of superhuman beings and the seven original sins returns again, he can let Successors continue their feud.

The violent anger of the previous generation was so persistent that as soon as he returned to Earth, he harassed Tang Ji 24 hours a day, trying to convey his hatred and anger to him.

But Tang Ji. He also has his own hatred, his own anger, he has his own path, and even rejected part of the original power of violent anger for this.

So for Tang Ji, the previous generation of rage is like an annoying harasser, and the source of power from the previous generation of rage is a repeater that keeps repeating information.

The only reason why the two grumpy rages did not fight together was that the previous generation of rages did not have an entity that Tang Ji could vent his anger on.
"Shut up!" Tang Ji controlled his anger, trying not to pay attention to what happened in the Banas Hill Building more than ten kilometers away.

"Shut up!" The ambiguous will came from the fury of the previous generation, and Tang Ji confronted him tit for tat.

He is only so capable, and he can't even speak well, but considering that the other party is the obsession of that bastard 4000 years ago, Tang Ji feels that it seems to be quite powerful
Tang Ji tried his best to calm down the original fluctuations of rage caused by the rage of the previous generation. The vast echo made him deeply understand how fragile the will boundary he established was. Causes of the Legacy of Generational Rage.

He is in a delicate balance, borrowing the power of rage to do what he wants.

Angelina, Tang Anran, Wu Qianying, Edward, and Prophet, these people use love and responsibility as anchors, so that Tang Ji is still Tang Ji, the spokesperson of rage, instead of directly becoming rage.

Wolfgang at the LV3 stage spent nearly three centuries adapting to his abilities bit by bit, but in the end he still had to compromise with his greedy desire for supernatural abilities, and got used to the life of cannibalizing his own kind.

Gluttony at the LV3 stage. Well, that was a bad example, he is a natural binge eater, and he always chooses the easiest path.

In addition, there are no other LV3 individuals of the seven original sins in the world for reference. On the whole, Tang Ji is definitely the most normal and most human of the seven original sins.

He wants to maintain himself, and it's getting harder and harder.

Tang Ji held two photos in his hand, one was Tang Anran's, it was captured by Wu Qianying, Tang Anran, who had just turned one year old at that time, was stretching, his skin showed an unhealthy white color, but it was rare for Tang Anran at that time , when he was not tormented by illness, his little face was filled with a trace of carefreeness that belongs only to babies.

He seemed to be aware of Wu Qianying who was secretly filming, and there was a hint of surprise and excitement in his big eyes. Obviously he felt that Wu Qianying was playing games with him.

This is Tang Ji's favorite photo. Because he was worried about damage, he printed many copies. Of course, the only thing that is a bit annoying is the explanatory text written by Wu Qianying below: The straight-line distance between the camera and Tang Anran is more than five meters, but Anran did notice the camera The movement is suspected to be the enhancement of visual function brought about by the partial awakening of superhuman genes, and further observation is needed.

Tang Ji showed a reluctant smile. This is a message in the style of Wu Qianying, but the emotion contained in the photographer at the moment of capture will not be deceiving.

He stretched out his hand to caress the small face on the photo, the flame of hatred near his fingers faded far away, not daring to hurt the photo in the slightest.

The other photo is that of Angelina. That photo is very old, and even the face of the old one is somewhat blurred, but Tang Ji's mind automatically compensates for the wear and tear on the photo. He doesn't care about it at all. He needed photos to help him remember, he just didn't dare to look directly at Angelina's photos before.

The black flame of hatred surrounding Tang Ji seemed to be fueled suddenly, and stirred for a while, but was quickly suppressed again.

He is stabilizing his anchor, making himself more deeply rooted, so that he will not lose himself in the rage.

His enemies are here, everywhere, and everywhere, and those he cares about are like flames fluttering in a storm, which may be extinguished at any time. Tang Ji is sure that now is his most indestructible moment.

It's time to have an honest talk with Mikkelsen, and whatever plans he has, now, it's time for a showdown.

Ding Yue stood downstairs in the Banas Hill Building, looking at the ruined wall that had been laid horizontally, and spit out bloody spit on the ground. In front of him were the corpses of 62 players, or should they Called body?

He didn't know how to tell the difference, he only knew that the bastard who seemed to be able to say what he said ran away. After the other party realized that all his methods were restrained, he walked as decisively as returning home from get off work. When he turned around, People just disappear.

Only those other players are left who are trying to dismantle Ding Da.

Compared to the power Ding Yue possessed, they acted as fragile as ordinary people. He tore them apart, threw them on stones and killed them, and drowned them in a pool of blood all over the ground. Just like they used to treat those aborigines, mercilessly.

Ding Yue acted like he killed Kanzaki Plant that day, anger replaced rationality, and hatred filled his soul. At this moment, he was not representing himself, but those souls who had died in vain. He was their eyes, helping them to distinguish murderers; it was their feet that pursued their enemies in their stead; it was their hands that enabled them to avenge themselves.
62 people are just a drop in the bucket, and Ding Yue has no other targets in front of him. After realizing that Ding Yue is a difficult enemy, those players left this area through the dimensional gate.

Ding Yue didn't complete Tang Ji's task, so he couldn't go back to do business, he had to find Albireo Lori, he heard the name from the mouth of the dead man. Albireo Lori, they never died .

This is not only the task Tang Ji gave him, but also Ding Yue's own obsession: "This is not your war alone."

And Rickard, who was far away in the Roswell District, also completed his own killing. He rushed into the player's stronghold alone and killed eleven players who thought he had hit the big luck and received the hidden mission. The only regret What's more, until death, the faces of those players are full of arrogance.

They firmly believed that they would eventually succeed, but this time Rickard felt keenly that they would never come back, they were dead, literally dead.

Rickard looked at his hands and the gray-black flames around his fingertips, and said in a daze, "Tang Ji. Is this the power you gave me?"

No, this is my never-ending anger, and it is also my responsibility. Tang Ji blew out the black flame in his hand, and was ready to meet and face the fury.

At this time, Makarian was frowning, looking at the company's real-time feedback, a total of 73 death records, and his performance was a bit hideous. What's going on?

(End of this chapter)