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Aside from the Void itself, there was nothing in the world that he could pay attention to, let alone show mercy to, except the Knight.

"If you're going to talk nonsense to me, then stop now. No words will be enough to change my mind."

"Really? You don't want to listen to the ghost's words?"

Seeing this attitude, Tony Stark cut to the chase and put the main point clearly on the point. In the past, he would still be in the mood to play a trick on the other party, but in war, there is no room for such leisure and joking.

"If it is its order, I will naturally respect and obey it, but if you try to control me with such lies, then you will know what will happen to you."

"Damn it, I knew it wouldn't be that easy." Tony Stark muttered to himself and complained, but he still had a trump card in his hand, at least a trump card that was deadly enough to the opponent.

Arrogant people have one thing in common: they will never allow their dark history to be widely circulated.

"Have you ever considered turning yourself into something other than a pufferfish? Just being a pufferfish is a bit too monotonous."

As he spoke, he also opened his palm, and a lifelike picture immediately appeared on it. It was a virtual projection.

Green's originally nonchalant expression immediately became focused. He stared at the person, and pure black flames spread and danced on his palms, releasing an astonishingly hot breath. He restrained the idea of ​​burning the other person to ashes. He gradually opened his mouth, revealing jagged separation lines.

"If you're simply trying to provoke me, then you've succeeded. Tell me your conditions. For my father's sake, I won't attack you for now, but that doesn't mean you can step on my bottom line with impunity."

Tony Stark saw that the man had taken the bait, and pretended to clap his hands, looking as if he had suddenly realized something.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot. What do you say if I send this image to the ghost? It would probably find it very interesting, right?"

The black flames went out again. Green looked at the man in silence, speaking clearly, word by word.

"You won, but I still have the right to refuse some unreasonable requests. Otherwise, even if it means messing up Father's affairs, I will make you suffer and go to a place where even the abyss cannot reach you."

061 The first villager born naturally after that

This is a war without blood or corpses, so it is not until you hear the crying that you truly feel its cruelty.

The doctor strolled through this simple place, surrounded by the villagers' low sobs, a few quarrels, and desperate abandonment.

He heard some people say that everyone they knew was dead, and that they had to stay here and fight to the death with the monster. He also heard some people whispering and discussing escaping first, not to stay alive, but to be used as bait. Some people were praying, some were going crazy, and some were silent.

But this isn't normal, the doctor thought blankly, and he couldn't put his finger on what was wrong.

It was not until he was about to reach the temporary residence of Village 2, which was made of a simple wooden house, that he realized something was wrong.

He didn't see anything ugly, which should be a blessing, but the doctor just felt it was abnormal.

War is a mirror that can reflect beauty, but it can also reflect ugliness, but there is none of that here. The doctor covered his head in pain, and the noisy voices in his memory almost mixed into one, condemning, whispering, crying, despair, and a black figure with a pure black crown reaching out to him.

At the moment when he was about to be touched, the doctor woke up. His face was already covered with tears, and his clothes were wet with tears. All his joys, sorrows, anger and happiness were wrapped in his heavy body. No one knew about it, and he had nowhere to vent.

The house in Village 2 was faintly lit by the light brought by the torch. He took a deep breath, pushed the door and walked in.

When he came in, there were two people arguing. The one who looked serious should be Village Two, after all, his brown clothes were very conspicuous. He also had some impression of the other doctor in purple. When he looked at it from afar on the top of the city, the guy in charge of finishing seemed to be in purple. Of course, the possibility of color collision was not ruled out.

After all, there were a bunch of guys who looked exactly the same, and he really couldn't find any distinctive features other than their colors.

The purple villager was holding a little villager's hand. The little villager looked around restlessly, but held the purple villager's hand tightly, as if he was afraid of being left behind.

The sound of the doctor pushing the door did not attract the attention of the two parties who were arguing. It was as if they completely ignored the doctor and treated him as a transparent person. The doctor did not say a word in the face of this situation. After all, this was a legitimate opportunity to eavesdrop.

Although it's not glorious to say it, there's nothing wrong with it.

"Na, there's actually no need for you to stay here. It's already quite remarkable that you were able to bring a large group of villagers here."

Village 2 still has great respect for the other party. After all, not everyone can lead a large group of villagers over mountains and across rivers to come here, and most people died on the way to migration.

"No need to persuade me anymore. I will definitely stay. This is my responsibility. They all trust me, so I naturally have to make sure they all make it through alive. But I can't help but worry about him. This is my child. I will let him go with the main group. I hope you can help him when we get there."

The villager in purple clothes, no, he should be called Nar now, shook his head and subconsciously stroked his child's head, his eyes revealing some emotions that should not be there, such as concern and love.

In fact, after waking up, no matter their age, the villagers can be considered independent people. Even the children they personally obtained before waking up are essentially just companions rather than children.

Village 2 naturally grasped the key points and the other party's emotional changes. He thought for a moment, thought of a possibility, and asked tentatively.

"Was he born after that was over?"

The time point here naturally refers to when all the villagers gain wisdom.

"Yes."

Nar nodded, a look of worry in his eyes.

"So the Naxi are somewhat different from other villagers. They are more intelligent and sensitive, and can think of some tricky questions and come up with some ideas that have never been thought of."

Village 2 was a little confused. These were clearly not bad things, but the other party's expression seemed to indicate that this was a huge problem.

"Isn't this a good thing? The more outstanding he is, the more all the villagers will pay attention to him."

"It's different. Naxi is different from us, not just because of this, but the fundamental reason."

Nar smiled bitterly and held the man's hand a little tighter. The little villager lowered his head, as if he didn't want to hear what the other person was going to say next.

"Nashita, he doesn't look like a villager, but more like...that guy."

When they mentioned that guy, their expressions became equally serious. The doctor was curious about who this guy was. However, they seemed to be very taboo about him, so Village 2 just brushed it off with a casual "Go on."

"He is bolder, more willful, seeks pleasure, is jealous, possessive, more self-centered, timid, fearful, and cowardly. He is completely unlike a villager who can sacrifice for the entire group."

When he said this, the force in his hands seemed to be a little too great. The little villager's hand was pinched a little painfully and he wanted to struggle, but in the end he just hugged his father.

As the man finished speaking, the villager seemed to vent out all the emotions that he had suppressed before, tears burst out uncontrollably, and he began to speak.

"Dad, come with me, okay? I don't want to be separated from you."

Nar picked the man up in a soothing manner, held him in his arms, and patted his back.

"You see, he really doesn't look like a villager."

Village 2 was silent, because they still didn't know how to reproduce like before, but now it seems that this might not be a bad thing. Although it is not clear whether the other party is an isolated case or a common example, if the villagers start to learn how to fight among themselves and consume themselves, then they will probably be defeated soon when they face those terrifying monsters again.

However, if they do not reproduce, they will probably be extinct soon. The reason they can still maintain their prosperity is that there are still a steady stream of villagers gathering here, but the number is still limited.

"Excuse me, both of you. I have some small opinions about this operation. Could you please listen to them?"

The doctor's sudden voice startled the two men, and they stood with swords in hand. However, after seeing who was coming, Village 2 frowned slightly. Although he did not put away his sword immediately, he at least would not launch an attack immediately.

"I remember you. I have a vague impression of you. You are his friend. What are you doing here?"

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief. It was good enough that he still remembered him. He was just afraid that he would forget everything.

"I will express my opinion on this war, and it is up to you whether to adopt it or not."

062 I Won't Fall

Run, run, and keep running.

Just like he had fled countless times.

I was in such a mess that I dared not slack off even a little.

This time was different from the past. As long as he could get out of the monsters' sight, he could find a place to hide without any trouble. What he had to do was to lead the monster army as far away as possible. Naturally, he had to keep them hanging behind him within the monsters' visual range, just like tying a carrot in front of a donkey's eyes to deceive it.

But the donkey will always find a chance to eat the dangling carrot, and Steve can't always guarantee that he won't let him down.

People make mistakes eventually.

During the long tug-of-war, perhaps because of tiredness, exhaustion, or perhaps because of the arrow that had just hit the target, he suddenly stumbled, rolled down the hillside several times, and then climbed up with a bruised face and nose.

Before I could even crawl forward a little, I saw piles of shadows crowded in front of me.

He was so scared that he turned over, supported himself on his elbows, and looked up at the monsters surrounding him.

Those monsters didn't kill him, probably because they wanted to capture him alive. After all, when facing a guy who can't be killed, the best thing to do is to lock him up and chain him up.

"Hey, I, this, what, I was just passing by, right, right, I was just passing by, really just passing by. The guy you want to arrest who looks like me has no manners at all. He knocked me, an old man, to the ground and ran away without even helping me. Yes, he ran over there."

He suddenly pointed to the left. Although he himself did not think that this clumsy lie could fool the other party, the inertia of human thinking is always strange. The more focused one is, the more easily one is misled by such small movements. It is not that he was deceived, but that his vision was simply diverted.

But the failure was complete. The monsters didn't even lose sight of the target, but only approached slowly.

"You bastards, you only dare to be so arrogant now. Before, I cleaned up the mess and you didn't even bother to pick up the garbage."

Steve stubbornly raised his middle finger at them, as if in a malicious mockery.

"Do you think your father is giving up just like that? Impossible!"

Perhaps it was because there was no sign of struggle that the monsters relaxed their vigilance too much, so when Steve suddenly took out a knife from his backpack, none of the monsters reacted.

The sharp blade "White Sheath" was completely immersed in the nearest zombie. With an upward slash, the opponent was knocked back and flew out. The monster fell down staggeringly. The expression on Steve's face turned happy, and then turned into dullness.

Damn, why is this weapon's damage so low? I was so excited for it.

The zombie that was knocked away got up again and chased towards this side without any hindrance.

Steve's attack seemed to have completely ignited the monster's rage. The madness and anger that had been suppressed immediately poured out. They swarmed over and bit, blocking all directions.

Until the black flames rose and formed an endless road of fire, the monsters were reduced to ashes in the flames, and the spoils were also burned to ashes, leaving nothing behind.

Green paused in the air, satisfied with his masterpiece, and then was suddenly punched in the slim belly by the swarm of bees.

The stubborn bees formed an angry expression, gave the insect a middle finger, and went down angrily to rescue their spoils.

The angry flames formed an abstract image of Green as a child, with jagged fangs bared, chasing the pure black swarms of bees closely behind, covering them as if devouring them. However, the flames infected by the void were simply unable to burn creatures of the same origin as him. After burning for a short time, they lost the source of their power and soon went out.

A clear clicking sound came from behind the man. Green turned his head suddenly and saw Iron Man standing there making a square gesture with his hands. When he saw Green turning around, he raised his hands and pretended nothing had happened.

"Why are you looking at me? Nothing's wrong, just continue."

Perhaps because he didn't find any flaws, Green slowly turned around, ready to attack at any time to help Steve find a way to escape.

Seeing the man turn around, Tony Stark muttered softly, so that the other party wouldn't notice anything, which would then cost him more words and effort.

"Jarvis, upload those images to the storage center immediately."

The obstacles in front of them evaporated into a pile of materials on the ground in a short time. The busy swarm of bees almost confused the eyes of every monster. They roared and ran around without any restraint. The moment they lost Steve's sight, they barely woke up and clearly realized what they were going to do. However, before they could turn around, a familiar and slightly coquettish voice rang in their ears again.

"Guys, I'm back again, did you miss me?"

The familiar height, the familiar formula, the familiar stone platform, coupled with fresh movements, Steve slightly coquettishly turned his butt towards the group of monsters, patted his own butt, turned his head, raised both hands, raised two middle fingers side by side, and then looked at the army of monsters chasing after him.

"Brothers, hold on, I'll run first." He shouted strangely and started running wildly again.

But this time, they were not so lucky. Even with Green and Tony constantly restraining them, how could they be helpless against the huge army of monsters?

A dense rain of arrows covered the area closely, and the madly burning flames could only intercept more than half of them. The remaining ones were still enough to poke Steve into a hornet's nest.

He gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, turned around, and held the shield against his head. The heavy force one after another almost forced him to kneel, but he stood stubbornly, his hands were shaking, his eyes were dazed, and the hunger brought by the wild run was burning his stomach.

Fortunately, there is no bleeding.

Steve thought so when he was pierced by the arrow in front. He grabbed an arrow that penetrated the shield and shot into his body, but immediately let go after a moment. The dense rain of arrows had not ended yet, he held the shield tightly and bent his legs little by little.

The rain of arrows finally ended, and the surroundings were almost covered in white. The shield broke into two halves with a snap, completely shattering into particles. The special effects disappeared without a trace. Steve fell to the ground with some difficulty, looked up at the sky, and stood up again with the help of his sword, standing straight.

Even though there were still some arrows hanging on his body.

He laughed out loud as he looked at himself who was still alive. Facing the endless monsters, he made an international friendly gesture with a slight tremor. His words were clear, his speech was slow, and his voice was getting weaker and weaker.

"Come on! Guys, keep going."

Anyway, he is not afraid, he will not die. It will just be a little painful and suffering. As long as more people can survive, it is not an unaffordable price.

He thought happily.

063 The upcoming final battle

My arm hurts so much, even the slightest movement hurts.

Steve's right hand, which was originally holding the sword, was covered with scratches. In order to be more flexible, he had to change his hand. The zombie on the side swung the sword from bottom to top. Steve raised his arm, which was no longer under his control, and the sharp iron sword cut deeply into the middle. A teeth-grinding friction sound was heard. If it were not for the protection of the power of rules, the whole sword would have been broken.

He seized the opportunity, gripped the knife tightly, and stabbed straight into the opponent's heart without caring about any moves. When the knife was pulled out, it brought up a handful of particles, and the opponent fell down, leaving only a piece of rotten flesh floating on the ground.

My legs hurt so much that I can't even feel them anymore.

There were at least four or five arrows stuck in one of Steve's legs. He could barely drag his legs and couldn't move a step. There were still many zombies around him, so many that there was no end in sight and no hope of survival.

But he had never intended to go back alive.

A spider pounced towards him, and he struggled to bend his waist downwards. A clear sound of bone cracking seemed to come from his waist. He grimaced in pain, as if all his internal organs had shifted. The spider flew over him, and he struggled to straighten himself up, leaning on the knife.

"You want me to bend over for you? Bah! You're not even worthy of carrying my shoes."