overlord the summoner of miracles

In the luxurious room, there was a huge round table with an obsidian sheen, and there were forty-one chairs around it, but only two people sat at the moment.

Depression visible to the naked eye.

"I'm sorry Flying Squirrel San, I also want to accompany you to the end, but sure enough, I can't beat sleepiness.

Thank you for maintaining the guild as president all these years.

Really nice to meet you. "

Helohero is offline, and now there is only one chair in the room with people still sitting.

Flying Squirrel is the once glorious guild leader of Anzi Ulgong.

"No kidding!" the flying squirrel slammed down with a fist in anger, and a [-1] popped up in the corner of the table.

"This is the Nazarik that everyone has built together! Why can it be abandoned so easily!" he

calmed down after a cathartic pass.

He actually understands that there is nothing to abandon or not abandon, and in this high-pressure society, everyone's life is under great pressure. They simply chose the latter between the virtual and the real.

The flying squirrel slowly stood up and looked at the extraordinarily richly decorated staff in the corner, which was the symbol of the guild, the Staff of Anziulgon.

"At the very least, let me take the memories of our past and go to the last moment together. The

flying squirrel picked up his staff and walked out of the room.

As everyone knows, after he left, another figure appeared here.

"I really miss it, but I didn't expect it to be the only one?" The

visitor was dressed in a decent suit and dress, and he was wearing a luxuriously decorated top hat on his head, but the face under the hat was like a distorted hollow, like the world-famous painting "The Scream".

The flying squirrel and Hei Luo Heiluo, who had just come off the line, would definitely exclaim if they saw him.

Claude. When the Aziurgon Guild was founded, it was the first member to join, except for a few elders. At the same time, he is also the first player in the guild to withdraw from the Yggdrasill retreat.

However, his withdrawal from the tour is actually due to physical reasons, and although it is said that he has withdrawn from the tour, he will go online occasionally every few months.

Claude seems to have a serious congenital disease in reality, so much so that even if he goes online occasionally, he only draws a lottery and chats with guild members.

"Ahem, it's still very reluctant, this body, there isn't much time left.

Claude sat in his chair, the feeling of weakness in his body that made him too lazy to move. He had just come to chat with the flying squirrels and his friends who might be online, but now it seems that they have gone offline.

As long as he waved his hand to summon a list of friends, he could clearly confirm who else was online, but Claude was too lazy to move, or rather, he was a little afraid to accept the reality that he was alone at the last moment.

If the box is not opened, the cat still has the possibility of being alive, but when it is opened, it has to face the cruel reality.

"Just lie here and wait for the last moment.

As the minutes ticked by, Claude reminisced about his years of gaming life. Although his family was far wealthier than most guild members, he was not happier than them.

He had a very serious congenital disease, at first he was just unable to participate in strenuous exercise, and later on, he could not even walk briskly.

His entertainment was only a game.

But the serious deterioration of his condition a few years ago has eliminated the last pleasure of games from his life.

No one likes to stay in a hospital bed forever, with nothing but cold instruments in front of them being boring tubes.

Obscure, these four words are enough to describe the rest of his life.

"I usually secretly go online a few times, and I make my parents angry like that, and when I stay here for an hour today, they are probably mad.

I'm sorry, I can only ask them willfully, forgive me for being crazy for the last time.

Claude closed his eyes and waited for the last moment to come.

At the same time, the flying squirrels in the throne hall also looked at the flags representing the guild members on the wall, and were full of emotion.

Forty-one giant flags, each representing a guild member.

He pointed to each flag and said the name of the flag's owner.

"Taqimi, red bean wrapped mochi, black lo helo, perorochino, bubble teapot, jade lu, samurai built thunder, variable amulet, genjiro—"

Flying Squirrel paused as he pointed to one of them.

"Claude. "

This name is not like a player compared to the previous one, but who would have thought that he is one of the most out-of-the-box people in the guild.

As a notoriously bad luck in the guild, Perorochino once referred to him and the flying squirrel as the two "black hands" of the guild.

"I miss that Claude Sand, that lottery maniac. I don't know how his condition is, but he hasn't been online yet, I'm afraid... It's not optimistic. The

flying squirrel closed its eyes, no longer thinking about what it had and didn't, just waiting for the last moment to come.

However, 24 o'clock has passed and nothing has happened.

The game doesn't seem to be closed.

"What's going on!" the

flying squirrel felt strongly insulted.

He took this short period of time as the last time of his life and treated it solemnly, but the official made this kind of prank?

"Lord Flying Squirrel, what happened?"

A nice voice came from the side, and the flying squirrel turned its head in shock to see that it was actually

Albede! Although he poured his hard work into Jade Record, in the end, Albede was just an NPC set up in the throne hall, how could he ask questions on his own!

A burst of green light that seemed to be visible only to the flying squirrel itself lit up, and the excitement, shock, and anger in his heart instantly dissipated and became extremely calm.

But he didn't have time to care about that.

"What the hell is this... What's going on..."

At the same time, in the round table room, Claude's eyes widened with incredulity.

Unlike the flying squirrel, his body is almost crippled in reality, so when something changes happen to him, he will be more sensitive.

Claude reached out and swung his fist forward. The high-speed fist brought a swift gust of wind, blowing the decorative flags in the corners.

This abundant sense of power was definitely not something that his broken body could have.

"Without mentioning my body, let's just say this flag. Yggdrasill is realistic, but it doesn't waste algorithms on this kind of thing. The flag was blown by the fist wind, and this is simply a reality. "

Claude had a bizarre idea, so bizarre that as soon as it came out, he wanted to deny it.

But reason is negating, and the emotions in his heart don't want to.

What if, what if I did cross over?

Claude walked out of the room and down the hallway as he remembered in his mind.

He didn't know where to go, but anyway, he should find someone first.

If the game comes true, will the NPCs in the guild come to life,

but not a single NPC will be met along the way.

"By the way, the Hall of the Throne has the Guardian of the Jade Record design, go and see how she is.

Claude opened the door expectantly, and saw a ruler of the dead dressed in extraordinary luxury, with his sinful claws stretched out and grasping at an indescribable place.

"Ahem, Albede, this is just for testing, don't think crookedly. As

soon as the flying squirrel finished speaking, he saw the door of the throne hall actually open.

He was about to be happy when he saw the familiar comer, but suddenly remembered that what he was doing now ......

"Listen to me!".