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After asking around in the group, no one was found who was good at fighting a serious large-scale war.

Steve also put an end to some of his messy thoughts.

The spiders and little zombies that avoided their inspection didn't dare to make a sound and could only squat timidly behind the pillars.

This scene is much more terrifying than the drowned fighting the endermen, okay? As soon as they saw the shining weapons and armor on each other, their whole bodies began to tremble involuntarily. If they were discovered, wouldn't they be chopped into meat sauce?

"There's no possibility of retreating at this point, right?" The little zombie said in a low voice as if to cheer himself up.

The spider was now beginning to get scared and didn't even dare to speak, just nodded.

They watched from afar as the villagers almost disappeared from their sight, and looked at each other as if they were about to make a difficult decision.

Just like the little zombie said, they have come this far. Crossing the battlefield where the smoke has just dissipated, heading to the deep and dark cave, risking their lives to jump into the foggy portal, and then going back, wouldn't that be a joke?

Their stomachs began to growl, which only urges them to make up their minds.

Let them take the road where they had no choice. They quietly shuttled through the dark stone pillars and slowly kept up with the villagers' pace until they saw the long bridge.

The bridge seemed to have no end in sight. Apart from the villagers who had just crossed it, there were no other living creatures, and there was no place to hide them. The little zombie was almost about to give up.

But they finally went up.

It follows the villagers far behind like a little tail, just for a bite of food.

526 Aging

"Alert! Alert! Change formation and attack the air!"

The moment the overwhelming black shadow covered this side, the sharp-eyed Muraku Er had already noticed it.

He immediately rang the bell, and the sound spread down through the ranks.

The villagers in the team reacted quickly, raised their heads and shields to cover their upper bodies. They stood together closely, and the shields were thus tightly and orderly put together.

They were tense as if ready for an attack from the dragon.

Until a familiar figure jumped off the dragon's back with a shout.

Riding a huge dragon, it is very easy to find traces of villagers by following the marks you made on the End Island with obsidian pillars.

Their shiny diamond armor is quite conspicuous even in the End.

So after finding it, Steve jumped off the dragon's back without hesitation, in order to avoid some unnecessary misunderstandings.

In short, it’s not for showing off.

"Val—"

Steve's voice was stretched infinitely in the air by the wind.

"Don't—beat—"

He was filled with wind and fell into the circle of villagers before he could finish his words. The soft slime caught him, and he was bounced up again and finally caught in the net formed by the villagers.

"Does our great dragon tamer have anything to say?" Val quipped with his arms folded.

"It's not taming, it's a friend, a friend." Steve waved his hands quickly and looked up at the sky nervously, but the dragon didn't seem to care. It just slowly landed not far away and curled up its body, revealing uncontrollable fatigue.

"What's wrong with it?"

Murakuji seemed to realize something. He lowered his voice and spoke so softly that he didn't even notice it.

Most of the villagers here have seen death, comrades who died on the battlefield, a red flower in front of the monument of honor, and those numbers that are gradually forgotten.

There are neither disabilities nor injuries, nor corpses or souvenirs here.

In other words, in this world, they can only understand life and death, but cannot understand what it means to be dying.

But some things are equivalent to the instincts engraved in the bones of living things.

"It's dying." Steve put away his previous playful smile and maintained the utmost respect for this former ruler of the end times.

"How could that be? Isn't it still here?"

Village idiot was a little bit incredulous, while Val, who was familiar with Steve, seemed to remember what they had talked about before and seemed to understand something, but just remained silent.

"It's dying of old age."

"...the things you talked to us about."

"Yes," Steve repeated. "It's running out of time. It's at the end of its rope."

"..."

"So this is what death from old age is?"

Village Two didn't continue talking, but their conversation had already reached the ears of many villagers. They also witnessed the huge dragon's old appearance, and a fear that they had never seen before began to appear in their eyes.

This is more terrible than war.

Cun Er broke out in a cold sweat for no apparent reason, and he immediately tried to get rid of this bad idea.

But some things are difficult to eradicate, such as life and death.

As they fell into a solemn silence, some villagers shouted and pushed some small zombies and spiders tied with ropes in a boat over here.

Steve was stunned for a moment, looking at the two passengers on the boat who were trying their best to put on innocent expressions towards him, shouting that they really hadn't done anything bad, they were just looking for a meal and they were starving. For some inexplicable reason, he burst out laughing.

You see, some people are still struggling to make ends meet. They have just escaped from the war atmosphere where they could die at any time, but they are still starting to worry about the day when their life is coming to an end.

What are they afraid of? They all survived the war and lived wonderful and outstanding lives.

The laughter grew louder and louder until even Cun Er and the others were infected.

The little zombie and spider were confused by the laughter, and Steve almost laughed to tears. He wiped the corners of his eyes with his arm.

"Since we're here, why don't you take these new companions out for a barbecue?"

Barbecue here refers to setting up a campfire and placing various edible foods on it. At such gatherings, some villagers will put mysterious stews on the campfire to try to warm them up.

This kind of thing is used as a prize in banquet competitions, and the loser has to hold his nose and drink a big bowl of it.

Most of this stuff just tastes bad, and you won't be unlucky enough to have a poisoning reaction like Steve did.

So a warm bonfire was lit in this desolate end of the world.

The little zombie and the spider were untied with a look of bewilderment on their faces, and were sandwiched between a group of fully armed villagers, sitting stiffly and straight.

If zombies and spiders were not species that do not sweat, they would probably be sweating coldly.

"Isn't this too weird?" Cun Shi scratched his head.

"It's not bad at all." Val folded his arms, watching the lively villagers. "Sometimes we just have to be a little weird. Life shouldn't be so restrictive. If we really have a countdown, then we should just do something weird that makes us happy."

When the fragrant smell of meat ignited, the Ender Dragon, whose face had been resting tiredly, couldn't help but stick its head out. Steve threw various kinds of meat into its mouth and watched it curl the tip of its tail in satisfaction.

The Enderman in the distance seemed to have noticed the movement here, after all, the smoke was rising too high.

Those Endermen coming from afar just observed, while those Endermen who were already wandering in the wilderness began to approach.

Maybe the size of this barbecue should be a little bigger.

"Don't you really think this kind of banquet is too much?" Cun Shi picked up the chicken and couldn't help asking while chewing it in his hand.

But his question ultimately elicited only a shrug from Val.

"Instead of thinking about this, you should worry about the villagers who split away and have names."

"Why worry about them? They are just companions with their own ideas. I know you have been in contact with Steve a lot and have heard some things about other worlds, but the resources in this world are unlimited, so don't worry too much."

Village Ten consoled him. "But those raiders are becoming more and more arrogant. They've even built their outposts right here."

"Instead of developing your own technology, you're just trying to take advantage of others. That's a really good idea."

"Let's fight them after we get back this time?"

Val picked up a steak.

"Let's set the trap first and negotiate later. If a fight really breaks out, it will reduce the casualties."

"Maybe we'll win comprehensively."

Val asked again.

"While you have to be confident in yourself, you can't be careless with others. I don't dare forget what you said... Um, hey, let's stop talking for now. There's an unlucky guy who's going to drink mysterious stew. I'm going to join in the fun."

Val looked at the villagers going away and smiled with a relaxed and comfortable look.

527 Tsukishima Riot

【Balanced Scientist】Great scientist: I feel like I’m so busy that I’m dying.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Why are you busy too? My supervisor's mission is clearly complete, yet he's nowhere to be seen. Steve's been busy lately too, and let's not even mention the Doctor. He's been so busy he's been on his toes, barely getting any sleep in ages. He orders potions from me by the dozen, even consuming instant noodles with water in his mouth to save time.

[Balanced Scientist] Great Scientist: I always feel something is weird. Well, since Steve is not here, I have actually been wanting to find you guys. I want to build some serious buildings around the world. This is a bit difficult for me to do, after all, I am a scientist, not an architect.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: What building? Why don’t you come to me?

[Balanced Scientist] Great Scientist: Steve, your style is not suitable. The sides of the blocks are exactly the same, but they may not match the height here.

Wilson thought of the strange-shaped houses on the other side of the field, and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face. It was a rare lie.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: Leave it to me, I'm pretty free lately.

Tony Stark had also seen Steve's buildings, so he immediately took over the conversation and blocked the other party's possible retreat.

The two of them were in the chat group, and when they saw Steve say "okay" with regret, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

When Tony Stark landed, he first saw the towering trees. Although this was not something surprising in his experience, he still whistled.

There was a cobblestone floor beneath my feet, and in front of me I could see a partition made of wooden boards and carpets, as well as some tables with food on them.

Further ahead were some scientific instruments that he had previously asked the other party for for research.

Not far away is a large field with huge heavy fruits lying in the field. A little plant man with a flower on his head is busy knocking open the plants for harvest.

He saw a little blonde girl, accompanied by a ghost, busy picking figs that were caught from a tall tree.

The streetlights looked alive, with the mushrooms on them flickering as if they were breathing.

Strange glowing creatures were floating on the road, and when they saw him coming, they scattered in panic.

There is even a fountain made of glass in the center of the place.

The last time he saw it, it wasn't as beautiful, at least not as poetic, but it also lacked all the necessary functions.

As Wilson came over, Tony Stark nudged him with his elbow.

"Why don't you introduce me to the architect here?"

"Architect? You mean Wendy?" Wilson pointed at the blonde girl picking figs over there. "What's wrong? I don't remember you being interested in architecture?"

"Hey! I've always had unique insights and aesthetics for my own work."

"I always thought my designs and the armor were cool."

"Besides."

Tony Stark shrugged.

"Don't you think Steve really needs to see something like this to improve his aesthetic taste?"

Wilson was silent for a long time, looking at the other man with a look of "are you kidding me?" "I've seen the photos Steve shared before, and I think the villagers' architectural standards are very beautiful."

There's no need to say the rest, it's probably just a tacit understanding that we're both architectural idiots.

Tony Stark couldn't deny it. He flew through the air and scanned the distance. "Where do we need to fight?"

After he finished speaking, he added with a slightly teasing smile, "But Wilson, you've become much bolder than before. How could you have dared to say such bold words before?"

"After all, I'm an old member of the group. No matter what, I should grow into a reliable senior." This is not the first time Wilson has said this, and he has indeed done it.

"But there are actually other troubles this time. I'm considering whether to hang up on the mission later."

Tony Stark was stunned for a moment. "Is it up to standard?"

In order to prevent them from randomly cheating on points, the chat group still made some requirements for task applications. It is possible for each group member to complete the task, but they may fail if they complete it alone.

"Yes." Wilson let his helpless expression show for a moment, then straightened himself out and returned to his original appearance. "Because of the Shadow's contraction, Tsukishima's power has somewhat spiraled out of control."

In a sense, this could be considered a disaster planted by the ghost. His several trips to the world of famine suppressed the originally restless shadow and made it behave like a good child.