National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

[Host! "The End of the Sui Ming Kingdom" has been contaminated! Quick... escape! ...]

Su Mohui thought carefully, and she remembered not having heard the voice of the small system for a long time. In this long cycle full of unknown fear, the voice of the small system had once become a comfort in her heart.

Now when she heard it again, that familiar feeling of intimacy instantly surged into her heart, relaxing her originally tense nerves a little.

Although the small system only spoke a short sentence before being interrupted by the chaotic sound of electricity, just this one sentence calmed Su Mohui's panicked heart a lot.

Listening to the intermittent words that sounded like an electric current, Su Mohui asked softly, "I have no way out, right?" Her voice was very soft, but it echoed in the empty surroundings, carrying a hint of helplessness and determination.

The small system's response was clearly trembling, even mixed with a hint of tears.

[Please... host... rest assured, the system... has established... a soul bond... with the host... if the host... dies again... the system... will also... exist... to accompany the host forever...&^%$****...]

However, before he could finish his words, the familiar voice suddenly stopped in a burst of violent electric interference and dissipated into the air.

Su Mohui called the small system again, but all she got in response was a dead silence. Helplessly, she could only look at the system panel, trying to get some clues about the current situation of the Sui Ming Kingdom.

However, before she could take a closer look, a cold mechanical voice suddenly rang out again.

[Ding Dong! Please note, you have entered "The End of the Sui Ming Kingdom". The current world collapse degree is: 90%. Please find the origin of the Rebirth Flame containing the new life code as soon as possible.]

After hearing this, Su Mohui couldn't help but extend her hand and make a "6" sign, her heart filled with mockery. Now, this Cthulhu god, who had replaced the original system, hadn't even bothered to put on the most basic disguise, issuing orders so directly and bluntly, without any intention of concealing it.

She shook her head slightly, pondering to herself as she continued walking. As she walked, she operated the system panel, checking off all the blocked items one by one.

When Su Mohui finally arrived at the Mirror Lake at the ruins of the Sui Ming Kingdom, his tense nerves finally relaxed.

Looking out, the surface of Mirror Lake was as calm as a mirror, yet it exuded a strange aura. The surrounding scenery was dilapidated, as if it had been baptized by a huge disaster.

Su Mohui knew that this was no longer the peaceful Shu Ming Kingdom it once was, but a desperate place eroded by evil forces.

However, apart from the small system, no one knew that in the countless previous cycles, the supreme ruler of all systems - the mysterious existence called "Master Bureau" had secretly contacted her and granted her a special authority.

With this authority, she can unilaterally block all messages sent by the "system".

This means that from now on, neither the high-ranking Heavenly Dao bosses who are closely tied to the system, nor the Cthulhu gods who have replaced it and are trying to control everything, can spy on Su Mohui's every move, nor can they communicate with her in any form.

This permission was like a sturdy lock, isolating Su Mohui from those malicious prying eyes from the outside world. Unless the "main bureau" personally descended, or the small system obtained the dynamic key from the "main bureau", this blocking permission could only be temporarily unlocked.

But no matter what, the final initiative is always firmly in Su Mohui's own hands, and this has become her last retreat in this cycle full of unknowns and dangers.

She raised her head to enjoy a moment of peaceful sunset glow, but she discovered some strange sights in the folds of the clouds. From time to time, some translucent tentacles flashed by, as if there were countless monsters hidden in the dark, peeping at the world through the sky.

Su Mohui sighed, lowered her head and sat down by the lake. She picked up a tortoise shell from the ground. It was engraved with ancient oracle bone script. When she saw the prophecy conveyed by those words, her blood froze instantly.

[The Palace Master feeds the gods, and cooks them together with all the calamities]

These eight short words were like a death curse, foreshadowing the endless calamity she was about to face. Before she could recover from her shock, the tortoise shell suddenly melted, transforming into a stream of black liquid that seeped into the lines of her newly formed tentacles, as if merging with them.

At the same time, the fragments of the Mirror of Rebirth vibrated violently in her sea of ​​consciousness, reflecting a rainy night thousands of years ago.

In the picture, the younger self is sealing half of Cthulhu's egg into Suiren's skull, and the tool he uses is none other than the decree of Zhuanxu with the word "regret" engraved on it.

"Let's try a different game this time," Su Mohui muttered softly, her teeth gnashing. A flicker of determination flashed in her eyes. She crushed the iridescent moss that was trying to wrap around her ankle. The moss whimpered faintly under her feet, transforming into a pool of green slime.

Deep in her pupils, a blue and gold flame ignited. It was a flame of anger and unwillingness, and also her determination to fight against fate.

As the blood moon slowly rose to the treetops, casting an eerie red light, she finally found the Fire Kite after great effort. However, the scene before her made her heart sink to the bottom of the valley!

Huo Yuan's condition was now far worse than she remembered. His spine had transformed into the shape of coral, and each sharp bone spur was adorned with the shattered life lamps of the gods. These life lamps flickered faintly, seemingly ready to go out at any moment, telling of endless despair and pain.

"The Sacred Tree is imitating your cycle..." Huo Yuan raised his eyes, spotted the newcomer, and spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and weak. As he spoke, a crack suddenly appeared at the back of his neck, revealing half of Ji Lingguang's face. That half was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with fear and helplessness. "It has swallowed you through ninety-seven thousand reincarnations and is now gestating..."

However, before he could finish his words, Huo Yuan's voice abruptly stopped. Su Mohui looked at him in horror as a puppet thread pierced through Huo Yuan's brow like lightning.

She looked closely and found that these silver threads, which were once as bright and pure as moonlight, were now covered with barnacle-like protrusions and emitted a disgusting odor.

Su Mohui looked in the direction of the silk thread and saw that on the rock wall three hundred steps away, Xiaoguang's 2,900th copy was slowly melting.

This time, Xiao Guang's body was covered with anemone-like buds, and he looked extremely horrible. But his face still maintained the pure smile he had when they first met. That smile seemed out of place in this terrifying environment, but it was also heartbreaking.

His vocal cords were broken, and he could only utter intermittent messages: "Sister... Look... The sacred tree is blooming..."