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"Nothing, my father, I just want to apologize to you."

Green slowly stood up again, brushed off the dust that might not have existed on his body, and regained his calm and elegant appearance, praying in his heart that his father had not noticed his embarrassing posture just now.

The little knight slowly raised a question mark in his mind.

The road to the Black Egg Temple was not rough, but it insisted on coming here to resurrect its predecessor. With the experience of the previous two resurrections, the little knight probably knew that no matter where people were resurrected, they would appear at the place where they died.

It was curious about this rare phenomenon and wanted to observe it more closely and intuitively.

After clicking on revive, I encountered a tiny obstacle.

[Since the opponent's Void Origin is already bound to you, do you want to continue resurrecting? After resurrection, the opponent's individual will be synchronously bound to your main body, and subtle changes will occur at the same time.]

After seeing the subtle changes, the knight happily clicked OK without noticing anything else.

In its mind, it had already imagined that the other party had become as tall as itself.

After all, the essence of the container was set the moment it was created. Logically, unless something unexpected happened, they would always look the same. But the senior had grown up in such a shameful way, betraying the container! How could this be possible!

With the deduction of 1000 points, a purple flame suddenly ignited in the center of the open space. Countless black lights gathered in it and slowly condensed into an unclear shape. Then the light faded, leaving only a bug standing upright.

The knight's mask suddenly cracked again, but Green didn't notice this small detail. He stared at the other party carefully, as if he had smelled some dangerous signal. His scarlet pupils almost narrowed into a straight vertical line, but in the end he still stood straight behind the knight, just taking two steps forward.

He had a slight impression of this guy. After all, before he had an independent personality, he and his father teamed up to beat this guy up. However, the guy looked much more embarrassed back then than he did now.

The silver-white armor fits tightly and orderly on the man's body. The long and wide sword is held by the man and inserted straight into the ground. There is a slight emotional fluctuation in his empty expression.

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The elder slowly raised his head, his memory still stuck in the chaotic moment after being infected. Those intermittent and fragmented memories made it difficult for him to fully understand his situation. Finally, he spoke with a little confusion.

"Father……"

Little Knight: ????? ?????

Green: ????? !!!!!!

Uncontrollable anger rose up, and Green took two steps forward, opening his lips and teeth that were originally tightly closed. The sounds made by insects never rely on their mouthparts. They usually make sounds by vibrating their own bodies. He looked like he was issuing a warning and roar to the intruder.

If the other party still refused to repent, he would not recommend that he teach this guy a lesson on behalf of his father.

"Be careful with your words. Even though you are of the same clan as my father, it doesn't mean you can be so shameless as to try to sway my father with vile words."

The senior - the so-called pure container, did not respond to the other party's slightly offensive words. It itself did not have much emotional fluctuations. If it were not for its feelings for the White King, which allowed the Radiance to take advantage of this weakness and sneak in, things would not have developed like this.

Its memories were eventually integrated into the void. It slowly understood what had happened and, like a true knight, knelt and swore an oath. To the elder, besides the White King, he was the only one it owed allegiance to. Throughout this process, it completely ignored Green and his increasingly hostile expression.

"My apologies, God. I should immediately pledge my loyalty to you. I, your knight and pure vessel, report to you, offering eternal loyalty and serving you. But before that, God, may I inquire about... the whereabouts of my father, the White King?"

The knight in white armor knelt down before his god, his expression pious and unwavering. The faint white light emitted by the flower-shaped lanterns illuminated the place clearly, and the entire scene seemed like a dream.

Except for a guy who looked increasingly unfriendly, but he finally decided not to bother with him. It was just a misunderstanding anyway, and this guy would be sent away to build Hallownest soon anyway.

"He's already completely asleep. You need a name."

Green turned his head away irritably. After all, even he didn't get a name from his father.

After a slight silence, the Pure Container slowly opened its mouth.

"Please give me a name"

"Senbei?"

The little knight spoke hesitantly. To be honest, he was not very good at picking names, so he simply picked one at random from the chat group. However, he felt that the other party was a little stiff, so he changed his tone and spoke more hesitantly.

"Wangwang Senbei?"

Pure Container:……???

Green: I don’t know why, but I feel happy for some reason.

054 A new round of disaster

Fortunately, the final result of the discussion was not to adopt that joking name. It was renamed Purity. Although it still revealed a perfunctory look, it was at least much better than its previous name.

At the same time, this also made the little knight understand a fact, that is, it is better to avoid some of the strange names about humans that were instilled in the chat group, as those things seemed not to be normal knowledge and common sense.

Purity should have also gone to Dirtmouth, but it was bound by the abyss. If the Knight, its god, left this world, it would immediately fade away like rootless water without a source, leaving only the intact mask and pale armor.

So the two of them stood on the left and right of the person, both standing straight.

The little knight swayed left and right, feeling his heart grow heavier as he watched the shadows cast by the two men almost completely cover him.

The little knight lowered her head in frustration. She wanted to kick the small stones on the ground, but she almost turned around in a circle and didn't see a single stone. Not far away, a maintenance bug quietly poked its head out with a broom in its hand. She saw the two very tall bugs that she had never seen before, and seemed to notice her gaze. It turned around to look at her, but immediately retracted its head.

The little knight also noticed the movement behind her, but she didn't care. She began to try to correct the two people's names.

It first held up the sign for its predecessor to see.

Don’t call me God, call me a ghost.

Then he turned the sign around to face Green, and the words on the sign changed.

Don't call me father, call me ghost.

Chunchun nodded gently. It was always accustomed to obeying the orders of others.

"At your command, ghost"

But Green's attitude was completely different. He was stunned and tried to squat down, curling himself up into a ball. His tail, which was originally raised, also drooped to the ground, and he looked dejected.

He looked at people with an aggrieved expression and spoke in a wronged tone.

"Father, are you unwilling to acknowledge me?"

The Knight began to freeze, and fell into deep thought. The Knight shook his head reluctantly, and began to feel helpless.

[never mind]

Green stood up, and when the little knight couldn't see his expression, his aggrieved look immediately changed, and he returned to his previous calm demeanor. He glanced at the other party triumphantly, but the other party still had no reaction like a stone.

Green felt that his show-off was in vain and was thrown to a blind man. He retracted his expression and pretended nothing had happened.

The day before the fortification was about to be completed, perhaps because Steve's building was so ugly, or perhaps out of respect for him, several villagers rebuilt it in the dark of night while Steve was still out on patrol.

So much so that when Steve came back after a tiring day and saw the brand new house and the accompanying slogan, he shed tears of emotion (and heartache).

He looked around briefly and saw no one, so he took out a strange knife. The style of the knife was obviously not the same as in this world, at least the mosaic on it was not so dense and obvious.

Steve invested all of the 5000 points he got into Minecraft without thinking. Together with the 1300 points he got from the previous two weeks of tasks, the number of blocks he mastered suddenly increased to 65.

After comprehensive consideration and repeated selection, he chose a MOD that was most suitable for him so far and loaded it into this tiny scope.

That was the Draw Sword. He had to first eliminate those that were particularly troublesome. He didn't have enough time to work on them slowly, so he would deal with them later. After eliminating those MODs that could only be used with Creative, there were not many left after such a round of selection. In addition, his understanding of MOD was not very deep, and he always stayed away from some overly complicated ones. So wasn't the Draw Sword the only option left?

In fact, there is another reason, that is, there are tens of millions of MODs, so he simply does not have the energy to slowly search and use them, so he just randomly picks the one that suits him best from a few more famous ones. This is not laziness, after all, the creators of hundreds of millions of MODs are not bragging.

However, recently many of the connectors there have had problems and many have been abandoned. Anyway, as a stand-alone creator, he has never known much about that area.

However, I heard that a strange virus seemed to have appeared outside the world, and after stealing part of their origin, it began to copy and paste crazily.

What did any of this have to do with his current predicament? He was just someone who had to spend a lot of effort to craft the "White Scabbard," a basic blade in the Sword of the Draw mod. He examined the sword carefully, then put it away.

To be honest, the module introduction that was several thousand words long made him dizzy. Until now, he had only roughly remembered it: pick up the knife, chop out, kill people, upgrade, and make a better knife.

The villagers will be handed over tomorrow. They have to be mentally prepared for whatever will happen at that time. No matter how many people die, they have to hold on this time and suppress the attacks of those guys.

In fact, this was not the first time that the villagers had done this, but he had not joined in at that time. I heard that there were thousands of villagers who returned that time, and nearly a hundred people died in the battle.

This time, I heard that the number of villagers to be transported will be even larger, at least two thousand. It is still unknown how many people will be needed to fill it.

The only good news now is that the chat group has not approved the task application, which means that the pressure this time will not be particularly great.

Just as I was about to let go of my worries when I thought of this, I heard a particularly loud reminder tone.

The enthusiast builder used the weekly emergency privilege: Monster Attack. The requirements are not high, just as long as the number of casualties is as small as possible (help him resist this monster attack and ensure that the number of survivors reaches 1500).

Mission reward, 1000

Do you want to accept it?】

1500? He cursed out loud at the news. There were 500 villagers in the group alone, not to mention that there might be over 2000 villagers fleeing this time, or even more. This meant that the sacrifice of at least 1000 villagers was tacitly approved by the chat group, or was unstoppable.

He punched the wall weakly and sat down dejectedly. He had been running around and completing so many tasks, but after going around in circles, he still couldn't save anything?

It's really embarrassing... If he had taken the time to learn some redstone technology before, he would probably be much better off than his current helpless situation.

The color became more and more intense. As far as a thousand squares away, two large teams started to move at the same time.

How should I put it? I'm the one offering a bounty.

Maybe it's to test how far this book can go?

If no one responds to my reward, I will finish writing this book alone.

It shouldn't be that bad, right?

Well, monthly tickets are 100, recommendation tickets are 1000, blades are 100, and I won't open rewards, because how should I put it? It's not worth it, it feels weird. If there are students among my book friends, just remember to vote for free every day, save some book coins, and subscribe after I put the book on the shelves.

Is what I said here too short? Let me think about how to say it.

By the way, will the bounty here be maintained until it is put on the shelf? If it is too much, I think I may not be able to finish it, and I will also urgently stop it, otherwise it will be too much of a loss, right? You voted and gave me blades, but in the end I can't finish it, it will be too much of a loss

Before the book is put on the shelves, I will update three chapters a day according to the reward. If there is an overflow, I may maintain four chapters after the book is put on the shelves. Of course, if the volume is not large, I will still maintain three chapters a day. After paying it back, I will return to two chapters a day. I should be able to pay it back.

055 Green was sent out alone to do the mission

The moment the mission was sent out, two people accepted it. Steve glanced at the name that popped up in the notification: an ordinary wealthy man, Tony Stark. The other was a nameless person nailed to a coffin? Steve only had a superficial impression of this person: a newcomer to the group.

But he didn't have any objection. Not to mention that everyone in the chat group basically had their own skills and there were few ordinary people. Even if it was the case, at least coming to help was a token of his kindness. Who didn't start out as a rookie?

When he first came into contact with the green guys and those tall black guys, he was scared and screamed, or his heart almost stopped when he was wandering around his home with the green creeper.

There was no so-called explosion protection at that time, although it still exists now. He looked at the stone wall, and a sentence remained in his mouth for a long time, not knowing whether to say it or not.

Now it was a positional battle, and the walls were crucial. Dense and numerous creeper attacks could usually destroy them completely, but explosions were not invincible. At least the flowing water could stop them, but he could not find an excuse to mobilize everyone, and by the time this truth was confirmed, it would probably be too late.

And how did he know? How could a villager who had been working in the mines and had recently joined the main force to defend the perimeter know something that all the villagers didn't know? Steve didn't want to be labeled as suspicious after doing some good things.

So he was waiting for an opportunity, waiting for those two guys to come over. By using those two guys, he could not only increase his persuasiveness, but also make himself a little more low-key.

Then after a while he saw the name of a regular guest on a certain mission. He felt relieved and secure at that moment. It was not until the three people came over that he realized something was wrong.

One was a guy with an iron-like appearance. Was he an unknown person? After all, he didn't quite remember anyone with an iron-like appearance in the group until the visor of the armor began to shrink, revealing a face that looked like it deserved a beating.

It's confirmed, this is Tony Stark. He's probably the only one in the group with a face that looks so annoying. It seems that what he's wearing is just a technological artifact like armor.

The other one was completely covered in a black robe and could not be seen clearly, but since it had been confirmed to be Tony Stark, this one was probably an unknown person.

A quick glance at the third one revealed it was probably from the ghost's side. The scarlet figure in the black cloak and the mask of the same texture were completely different from the previous one. What was going on? How did the ghost become like this? Did the ghost grow up overnight? But the style of the painting was obviously wrong.

Steve's soul of complaining was burning. In fact, besides him, Tony Stark couldn't help but look at Green after glancing at Steve, but his gaze eventually moved back to Steve.

I also complained aloud.

"This is the most angular face and body I've ever seen. I swear, I've never seen a cube-shaped figure as perfect as yours in my life. It looks like a few crude blocks randomly carved and stacked together."

He spread his hands slightly, looking like he was helpless too and was just telling the truth.

"To be honest, why don't you consider finding a better sculptor to re-carve your face? At least it would be much better than this rough face. If you need it, I can introduce you to one. You're welcome. After all, we are all in the group, and it's normal to help each other."

Steve immediately disabled the Transformer MOD, clenched his fists with gritted teeth, and gave the man the middle finger. Although in Tony Stark's opinion, the other party had raised his arm inexplicably, he still felt the other party's disdain for him through his keen intuition.

"You're really capable of using such a stupid and lowly way of provoking people. I don't mind arguing with you. Come on, let's see who can protect our ancestors for eighteen generations. And, if you keep on nagging me, I'll immediately cut off the power supply to this iron shell and leave you trapped inside like a ball."

The doctor watched the two people arguing without saying a word. He keenly noticed that there was no real anger in them. It seemed like an innate ability of his, even if he had forgotten everything.

But Green next to him doesn't have this ability, nor does he have such a good temper.

"I'm here to complete a mission for my father, not to listen to your meaningless quarrels."

Green's tone was filled with impatience and irritation. Compared to the real Captain Green, he was still too immature in both cultivation and background. He had not yet grown into a qualified insect capable of handling most emergencies.