But this time, before it could draw back its weapon, the attack hit its body hard.

The invisible mask shattered again.

There are five masks left.

The pain lasted only a moment, and it quickly pulled its hand back as usual. The broad iron sword collided with the tiny bone nails, making a crisp collision sound. The bone nails trembled slightly and made a buzzing sound, echoing with the satisfaction of the battle.

The black matter gathered again, and the shadows of souls flashed across it. Those shadows let out a dull roar, tirelessly taking the life of every person they collided with who was identified as an enemy.

A wide path was immediately opened up in the originally crowded place, and those who did not have time to dodge were evaporated without a trace, leaving behind a pile of spoils.

Some creepers approached one after another and exploded desperately, but it turned into a black shadow and rushed out of the dense group of explosions almost unscathed, but in the end it was still short. On the edge of the explosion, the knight was affected by the last explosion. The violent impact force pushed him to stagger and almost fall to the ground.

There are three masks left.

Along with the injury came an increasingly excited fighting spirit. He was almost there, just a little bit more away from breaking that boundary. Perhaps even without the help of the system, after who knows how many years, it could successfully assimilate those amulets and accommodate the originally incompatible ones together.

There was a sharp sound of breaking through the air. The little knight lowered his head and the arrow flew straight over him. But this was just the beginning. More and more arrows were fired at him at all costs.

However, just one round of attacks easily took away countless lives. The zombies and creepers surrounding the little knight stumbled and fell, and before they died, they stubbornly raised their middle fingers in a gesture that no one could understand, and let out their final roars and shouts.

Xiaobai! Damn you!

However, this intensive and desperate attack did have an effect. The little knight's mask shattered slightly, leaving behind black void matter, and a bit of scarlet burning in the deepest part, as if something suddenly changed everything.

Only one mask left.

026 Ending the War Single-handedly

The panic was only momentary. Steve, who was still struggling tenaciously in the sea of ​​monsters, stopped all actions and allowed himself to die again.

"what!!!!!!"

The moment he crawled out of bed and revived, Steve let out a long roar.

At this point, the panic that was visible in his expression subsided a little, and he barely managed to regain the sanity that he had lost in his despair.

He would never make a mistake in discerning the naked and intimidating nature of God.

Dark, oppressive, animalistic, and boundless.

Like an abyss of nothingness.

The moment everything broke out, he even felt that the whole world would be contaminated and swallowed up.

"It's okay, it's just an illusion."

Steve seemed to be relieved, and muttered to himself over and over again, as if as long as he repeated it firmly, the facts would be what he believed.

But all this was indeed just an illusion. Of all the lives present, only Steve noticed and felt the fear. After all, the prerequisite for feeling fear is the ability to understand and perceive.

Just like two-dimensional paper people would be afraid of three-dimensional people?

No, even the so-called breaking through the dimensional wall is nothing more than the boring malice directed at them by people standing in a higher dimension.

So, naturally, except for Steve, no living being in this world can understand the level of God, let alone touch it.

But the external changes were also real. The spreading bright red gradually covered the little knight with a translucent film. The red color made it impossible to look directly at it, and people would feel dizzy after looking at it for a while, but it was not a bloody and nauseating feeling.

That is the wrath of the dead, a mad power that is only activated in desperate situations.

But there was no time for the monsters to lament. The pure black shadow was infiltrated with a hint of red, making it even more deadly. The attack that had originally barely managed to break through the armor became particularly ferocious.

The red light briefly accumulated on it, but was released violently a moment later. Countless monsters were cut in two at an extremely fast speed and fell to the ground. It was so fast that even the rules of this world had no time to react and clean up their bodies. They struggled on the ground with only half of their bodies twisted for a short time, and disappeared without a trace a moment later.

The red light gathered again and condensed on the bone nail after that blow, but this time the knight did not act rashly. Instead, he continued to accumulate it as if waiting for something.

Following that clearing, the area around it became completely empty, and everyone gathered around it. Even though there were obvious cracks on its mask, the clear sound of its heartbeat could be heard next to its ears.

At this moment, the little knight looked so fragile that the slightest touch could kill him.

This is not an illusion, it is a fact. However, even if the outer shell covering it is broken, it will probably only release something that people are even more reluctant to face.

But this temptation is enough to make people lose their self-control and be easily deceived.

The gaps around were only for a moment, and those monsters swarmed up again. But perhaps because they had experienced many attacks, the several passages connecting the places where monsters had been continuously emerging gradually began to become sparse, no longer like at the beginning.

But in the end, the approaching footsteps only forced it to leap lightly. The open space provided it with enough area to jump upwards, and it jumped high enough.

But the monsters were not vegetarians either. The skeleton archers immediately seized the opportunity. The bowstrings that had been fully refilled flew out of their hands in an instant, vibrating and making a buzzing sound. The arrows spun at high speed, no less than before. The monsters also felt threatened and gave priority to dealing with the most troublesome guy.

But all of this is useless.

The charged weapon that had been held in the knight's hand was now showing its sharp fangs. The scarlet-stained bone nails were spinning at high speed like a vertically landing helicopter, slowly falling down, deflecting arrow feathers one after another, and the crackling sound was endless.

The monsters that had just surrounded the knight were shot to pieces by the dense rain of arrows, and the remaining few could only struggle to survive. Even though they surrounded the knight in order to restrict his movements, these actions were meaningless now, and they would only sacrifice themselves meaninglessly at the hands of their own people.

Those who were lucky enough to barely escape were penetrated by the catapulted currents and were completely silent. The area became completely empty, and the crowded monsters also became empty.

The villagers over there put in all their strength and squeezed through the turbulent battlefield, but they only saw the spoils floating on the ground and the hardworking little bees carrying them tirelessly.

Such casualties were far beyond the monsters' imagination. If they had not yet awakened, they might have continued to chase at all costs, even if there was no hope at all, and would have fought until only the last man was left. But now they can't do it.

They felt afraid and began to retreat. After experiencing the beauty of being truly alive and thinking back to their previous muddled days, how could they want to go back to those dead days?

Even though the opponent looked fragile, it was like this before most of them died. But now, the opponent was still standing on the field, while they suffered heavy casualties.

The monsters huddled together and began to retreat. The knight watched silently, not pursuing them any further. White light flickered around him, and the cracks he had previously repaired gradually. As the souls he had absorbed were consumed, his health was restored. This battle wasn't enough to faze him; he had experienced many more intense battles.

The villagers were about to think that everything was hopeless, but at this moment they saw victory, not the dawn of hope, but complete success.

They cheered loudly, raised the swords in their hands, threw them to the ground as if to vent their anger, and then squatted on the ground, pounding the ground with tears in their eyes.

This victory proved that their sacrifice was not in vain, and those villagers who died in this war for whatever reason could finally rest in peace.

After a moment of cheering, there was a tighter and more orderly arrangement, but they all tacitly avoided the large area of ​​floating spoils because there was a group of hardworking little bees there.

Until everything was cleaned up, there was no trace of the war that had ever taken place here except for the potholes, nor could it be seen that countless lives had been buried here.

The villagers took one look at the little knight and came over hesitantly. Perhaps because of his appearance, they didn't arouse any vigilance. They didn't hold weapons, but just patiently surrounded him. In order to avoid being misunderstood, they squatted or sat down, thinking about how to speak.

Steve, who had mixed in, felt that his chance had come.

027 The story of the underground kingdom gradually unfolds

The war between monsters and villagers far away in my world has ended and will not cause any waves in the short term.

And in the distant underground kingdom.

There lives a group of "monsters" with different postures.

As the defeated party, they were exiled by humans, holding flowers stained with blood, and sealed in a place where there was no sunlight all day long.

In the end, all that remained on the surface were some unverified legends.

Until the fragile balance is broken.

A girl who accidentally fell turned everything that was unchanging into a mess.

Even she herself couldn't tell what kind of fate would be lingering around her, even if she could start over countless times as long as she never lost her determination.

You can struggle to get up.

Even if everything comes at a price.

She walked out of the maze almost step by step on her own corpse. Her appearance was so distorted and tragic that even she didn't want to look at it directly. She didn't even have the courage to look back.

"My girl, what's wrong with you?"

Toriel nervously took the person's hand, looking directly at the child with a slightly worried look.

"...No, nothing happened. I'm sorry, Mom, for making you worry."

Fricks responded with a smile.

"No, your expression tells me that you are hiding some facts, but if you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask too much. I respect your opinion, girl. After all, children will grow up eventually and make their own decisions."

As always, her voice was warm, tolerant, and peaceful, like that of a real mother. Fricks began to hesitate and wondered whether to tell the truth.

But she didn't.

She still just smiled and said, "Thank you."

What reason could she have to say this? What reason could she have to speak of such an absurd fact? She had died again and again, leaving behind a body that could neither be seen nor touched. The moment she turned her head to say goodbye, the moment she saw the light again, tears had already silently covered her entire face. She simply raised her hand and gently wiped them away.

But her spirit was becoming increasingly exhausted. Those painful facts and those visible corpses reminded her of her death, so much so that she couldn't even forget it.

The painful wounds were torn open again and again, but she could still hold on and move forward tenaciously.

Fricks thought so.

Unbeknownst to her, her determination was quietly tinged with black.

Rich, deep, dark.

It was clearly black, just like the knight's void, but if Steve were asked to distinguish it, he would definitely not make a mistake. The essence contained in it was two completely different things.

But in some ways they are surprisingly consistent, both carrying some divine qualities, except that the black that Fricks is stained with is not complete, filled with countless malice, more like something fabricated about God - a false god.

Fricks refused Toriel's request to stay and went his own way under the worried gaze of the "human".

The slightly staggering steps left crooked footprints in the snow. Even Shan Si, who rushed over as soon as possible to fulfill his promise, was hesitating whether to give her another surprise. Finally, he shrugged, spread his hands, and walked over without any burden in his heart.

Before I could get any closer, I heard a thud and saw the other person sitting on the ground, his face covered with traces of tears that hadn't been wiped away yet.

Shan Si watched silently.

Shan Si fell into deep thought.

Shan Si pretended to be motionless and turned into a stone statue, but actually opened the chat group.

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: I think I accidentally made my child cry. Is there any solution?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: If there is no way to solve the problem, then solve the person who caused the problem.

After Steve finished typing, he looked at the ghost expressionlessly as he was surrounded by a group of villagers cheering non-stop. He seemed like a passerby without a name. Oh, he did have a name, called Village 4672. Well, he looked more like a passerby.

He stared at that place with resentment, as if he were a poor old man who was abandoned by his own children. He could only live alone and lonely, watching his children grow up and run away with others. It was really heartbreaking to hear it.

Before he could continue to feel resentful, he felt the inexplicable gaze of the little knight. He immediately collected his chaotic thoughts and pretended to be calm.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Hey, don’t listen to that guy Steve’s bad advice. Why is that child crying?

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: I didn't do anything. She sat on the ground and cried as soon as I came over.

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich people: ...

Tony Stark silently deleted the prepared sentence that said if you are being unreasonable, just ignore it.

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? : So, Sans, you scared people to tears?

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: No, no, no, I don’t think this is my problem.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister?: Admit it, that's your problem.

【World Manipulator】Fanatical Master Architect: Admit it, this is your problem.

[God of the Void] Ghost: Admit it, this is your problem.

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich people: Admit it, this is your problem.

Great Scientist: Admit it, this is your problem.

A newbie secretly opened the group chat and liked the post, then continued to be chased by a dog.

Tony Stark thought about how he was speechless when facing these guys when he first joined the group, and he felt a sense of relief.

Shan Si looked at these gloating guys speechlessly. Before he could say a few more words, he saw the girl grabbed a handful of snow on the ground, wiped her face, regained her composure, stood up, and then patted the snow on her pants, as if nothing had happened.

Then, under Shan Si's gaze, she took two steps and fell to the ground again.

What does it mean to fall flat on the ground due to a slippery floor? It perfectly realizes this.

Fricks brushed off the snow on his face with some difficulty, and just as he looked up, he saw the monster reaching out to him instead of pulling her into the battle.

Maybe it was because of Toriel.

She held the person's hand with a lucky mentality.

Then I heard a long "Puff"

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