War Paradise

Accompanied by the crisp sound of glass shattering, the platform on which the two creators were located began to collapse. Designers and observers hover in mid-air, gazing at the destroying world below.

"It's already started."

Even though the "refuge" he was in was shrinking rapidly, the designer remained as calm as usual: "That kid... really started to save the world."

"Ha, how do you know that he is not going to destroy the world?" The observer laughed: "Maybe he is a deeply hidden anti-social personality, and he is ecstatic because of the opportunity to destroy the world!"

"Even if it is true, I will accept it calmly." The designer sighed: "I can't prevent the inevitable destruction, neither can you. Even if his chances of success are only 1%, it is also zero than ours. Good guys."

For a long time, everything is a designer who does everything by himself, and I hate this feeling of resignation.

Unfortunately, there is no other choice now.

"Hey, buddy, do you want to go to my place to drink something?" The observer stretched out his translucent right hand and patted the designer's shoulder: "Anyway, it's all right now, let's go!"

"roll."

The designer didn't bother to pay attention to the madman, but lowered his head and focused his eyes on the dark void.

The change has begun, and it can no longer be stopped. Whether this world can survive or not will be determined by the man.

...

The tattered blood-colored battle flag fluttered with the wind, and mutilated bodies covered the entire battlefield.

The armor fragments and the torso fragments were mixed together, and the solidified dark red plasma stuck to the ground. The right hand on a broken arm twitched slightly under the nerve reflex.

This battlefield, unknown where it is located, has long become a gluttonous banquet hall for the gods of death. At this moment, only two soldiers are still alive on the battlefield.

To make matters worse, these two guys are still hostile.

"Huh...huh..."

A burly man sat beside the corpse of his comrade-in-arms, gasping for breath, his well-defined muscles were covered with cyan tattoos.

His left arm and leg were severed from the joints, and his moxican hairstyle and beard had long been stained with blood. Although he could no longer stand up, the remaining right hand still held the tomahawk tightly, and his bloodshot eyes stared at the enemy who was sitting twenty meters away:

"I want to kill you!" the barbarian growled.

"It's all like this, why are you so persistent?" The soldier sitting not far away said slowly, "Anyway...we are all going to die."

The soldier was a head shorter than the barbarian opposite, and was wrapped in a gray heavy armor like a can. This was probably the main reason why he was able to live so far. This set of heavy armor is covered with traces of knives, axes and chisel, and there is no good place to be found on the whole body. Judging from the dozens of breaches in the chest and abdomen, and his face pale due to excessive blood loss, A soldier will not live long.

The soldier's body was losing temperature, and his cold hands were shaking constantly. As if thrown into the ice cellar, he couldn't even hold the short sword beside him.

"I...I...tired..."

The soldier’s teeth were constantly fighting, and his words were stammering, his brown eyes were losing color, and his distorted expression was full of fear:

"I don't want to... fight anymore..."

He was originally just an ordinary student, but this protracted war wiped out almost all the army, and he and his classmates were forcibly sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder. As for those classmates... now they are all in nearby corpses.

War is extremely sinful, and there is no glory on the battlefield. Those old people only need to sit in the conference hall and talk about it, but the young people who hate war are dead.

If there is an afterlife, it doesn't matter if he becomes an animal, he just wants to live in a country where there is no war. If the war continues, it would be better to die forever.

However, the barbarian didn't think so.

"Invader! I'm going to kill you!"

Even though his body was bruised, the barbarian's heart still burned with fierce anger.

Contrary to the young man who hates war, he is a true warrior who believes in heretical doctrines-only warriors who die on the battlefield can gain true glory. As for those cowards who die of sickness, they can only go to **** after death. !

Originally, because he had no war to fight, he could only be constrained to farm at home, but he was ecstatic when he learned that the neighboring country had begun a large-scale invasion. Immediately pick up the battle axe again and join the war with the other warriors.

——Now that I am dying, I will be able to ascend to the Hall of Valor and enjoy wine with the warriors.

Realizing that his body is rapidly weakening, the barbarian has a grinning smile on his scratched, rough face.

The pain on his body began to disappear, his consciousness gradually faded away, and the barbarian closed his eyes contentedly. I don't know how long it took, then opened his eyes again:

"This is the Hall of Valor? It's too shabby!"

Staring at the endless wilderness in front of him, the barbarian complained loudly.

He looked down at his body, all the limbs that had been severed had recovered, and all the wounds left on the battlefield had disappeared.

At this time, I can say that I have restored the "factory settings". However, he was not happy at all.

For barbarian warriors, the scars on their bodies are proof of glory, and only the skin of the female gun is smooth.

However, the barbarian was only depressed for a while, and then suddenly thought of something:

"Here... I seem to have been here."

I don't know if it is an illusion, he always feels that he has been to this place before. As the dusty memory gradually awakened, the barbarian soon understood what this place was:

This place is the realm of the dead, and all the dead will come here, and then wait for the next time to be "called up" into the world of the living.

I have been to this place many times. If nothing unexpected happens, this time it should also be a step-by-step waiting for reincarnation. but……

"Everyone, you are dead now." A male voice suddenly sounded in the barbarian's mind.

"Missions, get out!"

The barbarian looked around while roaring, and didn't see anyone. The place where he could see was still an endless wasteland.

The voice did not stop, and continued to use a lazy voice to state to him the "rules" of the world of the dead:

"You already know where this is and where you should go. But now, I will tell you the truth of this world, and let you decide-whether to continue to live here and wait for the next rebirth. Or disappear completely. In exchange for eternal sleep?"

With the male voice's explanation, the world in front of the barbarian suddenly turned into a faint universe, a satellite drifting in space came into sight, and the opened solar sail was like an angel's wings.

"It starts with the launch of the satellite..."

Even though he had never touched something like a "satellite" in his previous life, the barbarian still understood everything the other party said. In a state of shock, accepted all the truth.

"I... fake?"

He looked down at his intact hands, almost unable to believe this fact.

Then, two doors with different colors appeared in front of him.

"Now, you can choose your own path. Open the blue door, and you will continue to exist in the world of the dead and be reincarnated after a period of time."

"The red door will give you permanent death, your data will be permanently erased, and you will always be out of this cycle."

"Before making a decision, you can stay here for an unlimited amount of time. Please be cautious. After you choose, you can never go back."

"Choose your answer, dead man."

"I want to live, I want to continue fighting!"

The barbarian did not hesitate to open the blue door and stepped into the void after the entrance.

...

At the same time, the young soldier who had just died of blood loss stood in front of the red door.

"I'm fed up..." he muttered.

Even if he returned to the world of the living, he would be involved in the war again. After experiencing the tragic death before, the young man was tired of that kind of life.

He thought for a moment, then slowly opened the red door, and at the last moment before stepping into the door, a smile appeared on his face.

"Finally...you can rest."

His eyes went dark, his consciousness disappeared without a trace in a moment, the entire person's data was erased, and he completely disappeared from this world.