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Since the fact that the arrow would clearly stick in the ground after use and could not be retrieved made this behavior particularly unscientific, we decided to optimize it so that its attack would be able to accurately hit the target after a long period of lock-on time, ensuring that the arrow's inability to be retrieved is not unscientific.

He drew his bow and gathered his strength, seizing an opportunity when the two were fighting each other, and suddenly let go. At this moment, the Enderman had already left the spot, but soon, a hoarse scream was heard, and the Enderman appeared not far from him, holding the arrow handle tremblingly, and looking at him with panic in his eyes.

The opponent trembled twice and activated his ability without hesitation, as if he was ready to escape without any hesitation, but Steve was faster. The opponent's last teleportation happened to be at the edge of his ability range, and the arrow flew out of his hand. With a shrill scream, the opponent completely dissipated between heaven and earth, leaving only a round gem. Steve climbed up, weighed it in his hand twice, then looked at the village two with a bad face, intending to listen to the other party's explanation.

"What the hell are you doing here? I'm not going to die, so why are you afraid? At worst, I can just get up and be resurrected after I die."

Muraku Er looked at the man and just asked a question in return.

"Are you one of my soldiers?"

Steve had no way of refutation and could only nod and say yes.

"Since you are my soldier, I will be responsible for you, do you understand? When have you ever seen me abandon any soldier?"

"But I can be resurrected!"

"Listen! Your resurrection doesn't mean I can abandon you here and let you die. You are my soldier, and I must ensure your safety outside of missions, rather than abandoning you when your life or death remains unknown!"

Steve had never seen Muraki so excited before. He was a little speechless. Finally, he lowered his head and muttered softly.

The lives of those who can be resurrected are worthless.

But Muran Er might have heard it, he sneered and looked at the man.

"Listen, before I die, I will not allow you to squander your life so recklessly, not now, not in the future."

169 Villagers will also begin to age

Mottled shadows were cast down from the woods. Two sneaky people pushed aside the lush leaves and climbed on the dense treetops. If it were not for maintaining an open field of vision and good cover and hiding, they probably would not be willing to do so.

Steve looked at the not-too-tall black oak tree, and he finally remembered the methods he had forgotten.

Building up two blocks high is enough to keep those tall guys out. Their legs that cannot bend and their irrational pursuit after being enraged are fatal weaknesses that can be exploited. Even when those damn Endermen are not wearing armor, the damage they cause is much more painful than those of regular creatures.

But this is not enough to erase their disadvantages.

But the rules have changed now. Even if those despicable guys still can't bend down, they can choose to turn around and leave, or they can be completely trapped in that small place and wait for the huge army to arrive. What's more, the Enderman was the only guy besides him who could move and place blocks before everything changed drastically. He didn't think that such a simple and crude trap could embarrass those guys. In fact, if Muraku Er didn't come over, he didn't know if he could continue to stalemate, or how long that passive stalemate could last?

perhaps.

You'll just die quickly, right?

But what he fears least is death.

Perhaps it was because he had died so many times that he was used to it. To Steve, life was the cheapest thing, but it was also the most precious thing.

What is cheap is his, what is precious is others'.

...Not entirely. He was stunned for a moment and thought of what Cun Er had said.

"How can the lives you sacrificed to save countless villagers be cheap? Are you denying the villagers you saved?"

How come that guy Murakuji is so eloquent? Thinking of this, Steve sighed subconsciously. When they first met, he was so silent and aloof, like a general who was not good at talking and killing people without hesitation. But in the end, apart from the killing without hesitation, none of his other ideas were correct.

Steve looked at the man's back and remembered something that he had always cared about. There was something wrong with the other person, that is, fatigue and occasional absent-mindedness.

The villagers began to look more and more like humans. If it weren't for the selfless dedication of those construction fanatics who were still preserved, he would have felt that they were no different from people in other worlds.

But is being human really a good thing?

Humans will age, get sick, die, become jealous, feel resentful, and be greedy, just like him in some ways. But villagers will only die from monster attacks, they will not age, nor get sick, let alone feel jealous.

They don't have this concept.

In addition to Nasi, his birth seemed to mean a lot of things, but these things were not what Steve was happy to see. He could only stand here, asking certain things in an affirmative tone, and get an answer that he already knew, but he was powerless to change it.

"Are you aging?"

Steve regretted the moment he asked the question, and immediately turned his head away, unable to bear to hear the other party's answer.

Please, please, please.

Tell a lie, tell a lie, even if it's just a lie.

He didn't want to hear the cruel truth, even though it was already an established fact, but he really begged the other party to tell a lie, to tell him that everything was just an illusion caused by the recent tense and fatigue of the war, so that he could continue to deceive himself with peace of mind, and continue to deceive himself with peace of mind as long as the other party was still alive.

"Yes, it really is. You possess a keen sense of observation, but you've always resorted to reckless tactics in combat. I really want to lecture you. Even though I've been nagging you like this for so long, I still haven't seen any improvement from you. This isn't right."

If Steve had heard such a sermon on a normal day, he would have jumped away, babbling nonsense, words that could not even form a sentence, and running faster than anyone else.

After finishing his run, he didn't forget to turn around and make a face, as childish as it could be. Halfway through, he even felt his face getting hot and embarrassed. Although the villagers didn't think his behavior was childish, they just laughed along with him. Because Steve was laughing and looked very happy, they were also infected and became happy too.

But now he couldn't laugh at all, the other party's admission meant that he might not be the only one who changed, but he lived long enough, and his fellow villagers often died on the battlefield before the moment of change.

This means that even if he wins the war, he cannot save his friend, because birth, aging, sickness and death are common to all human beings. The other party is not a member of the chat group and has no way to use the means of the chat group. He is also bound and restricted by this world. The other party is much stronger than him, whether in thinking, action, or open-minded belief.

But he is destined to grow old in this small world and never see the outside world. What a sad fact.

If the chat group had chosen the other person instead of him, perhaps the other person would have achieved greater success long ago, instead of being a half-baked person like him.

"If, if it were you, that would be great."

This is what Steve thought and said. His voice was low and slightly depressed, and even his movements stopped completely. He lay on the tree with his arms supported, looking up at the sky, as if talking to himself.

"I'm not suited to this position. I've never considered this before. I've simply squandered the capital I possess, the power of creation and destruction, wantonly ravaging and playing with this land without the slightest respect. If this position belonged to you, if you possessed my power, this land might not have fallen to this point."

"There's no need to belittle yourself."

Muran Er spoke very quickly this time, and his words poured out at an extremely fast speed, as if leaving no chance for anyone to refute.

"Don't deny yourself too much. Environment shapes and changes a person. If I were in your situation, there's no way I could guarantee I'd still be the same person I am now. I might grow up to be an even worse person than you, because I can manipulate the world without limits and vent without restraint. Moreover, all life in that world is originally puppets, not living creatures. In this situation, I don't think I have much sympathy for those who can't even be called living. Even now, the villagers don't show mercy when they kill animals for meat."

After he finished speaking such a long series of words, he took a deep breath to avoid suffocating himself, and continued to speak a few more sentences.

"Instead of worrying about me dying of old age, you might as well worry about whether I'll die on the battlefield one day. Stop thinking about things so far away. Our war isn't won yet."

170 Leaving and Staying

The flames burned very fiercely, so fiercely that they could not be concealed or erased even in broad daylight. It was their camp that was burning, but there was no life in it anymore. It was just an empty fire, and the flames were still spreading until they consumed all traces of their existence.

Steve and Murakuji stopped at the same time. Their hearts skipped a beat and they looked at each other silently.

The villagers weren't in the habit of burning down their houses after retreating. Now all they could do was hope they'd retreated far enough, but where could they go in such a short time? The Enderman that had appeared and been killed earlier was definitely no exception. It was just that they hadn't been seen in the previous battle, perhaps because they were chasing Steve and hadn't participated in the front lines.

Thinking of this fact, Steve sat on the tree, looking at the burning camp, without moving, and lowered his head again with frustration. He had been lost and sad many times today, and this time was no worse.

But this time he had to make some changes. Steve looked at the other person seriously, at his face that he had almost never distinguished from that of other villagers, as if he had made up his mind.

"I should leave the village and go somewhere far away to make trouble. The farther the better. This will benefit everyone, you and me as well."

"why?"

Village Two didn't come to his senses immediately. It wasn't because he was stupid, but because he had simply not thought about the problem in that regard. He had never thought of abandoning any of his companions, not even a single one.

So he stopped and asked the question seriously. He could slow down his pace temporarily before hearing the answer to the question. Because when he left the camp, he didn't know where they were going. If they moved around randomly now, they probably wouldn't be able to find anyone. It would be better to stay here for a while and see if any patrols came to check the camp.

If they are safe, they will definitely come back to check. If something happens, they can't run far at this time, and they should be able to hear it and rush over.

"Because of love and peace?"

It was rare to hear someone like him ask why, even though he always knew everything. Steve felt strangely upbeat, even in the mood to crack a joke, but when he looked at the man's serious face, he immediately put away his playful smile.

"What I'm saying is, if I leave here and cause some noise, I'll take away at least half of those monsters. Then the pressure on you will be much less. If you're worried about the production capacity of special items, that's fine. At most, I'll find one of your bases every once in a while, put some supplies there, and then leave. You can just send one or two people to search at designated locations at regular intervals."

Cun Er watched Steve's long speech in silence, and waited patiently for him to finish everything before asking again in a low voice.

"why?"

Steve was stunned for a moment, looking at the person a little puzzled. He thought that the other party didn't hear him, but he also felt that it was impossible that the other party didn't hear him, so he simply picked out some key points and repeated them.

"I said my leaving would help relieve your stress, and you could also..."

"why."

Steve was interrupted by Murakuji before he could finish his words. Compared to the last time when his sentence was slightly questioning, this time his tone was undoubtedly more decisive.

He continued to ask questions without hesitation in response to the puzzled looks.

"I'm asking you why you feel like you need to solve this problem alone when it's clearly a shared one. Don't be so willful and bring out your own personal heroism. The monster invasion is everyone's business, and it's everyone's responsibility. Besides, are you sure you can get rid of them all? They could easily take care of us and then come back to bother you."

Steve was struck by the words, his brain froze for four or five seconds, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Hmm? Wait a minute??? Wait a minute, how did you know about personal heroism?"

Steve was somewhat surprised by the strange descriptions in the other party's words. After all, he had only seen such words when watching people chatting in the group. At that time, the doctor and Tony Stark had a very fierce quarrel. One accused the other of being a guy who was completely reckless and had extremely stupid personal heroism at all costs, while the other accused the other of being extremely cold-blooded and ruthless, even treating living people as pawns to win. It was a pity that he had misjudged it before.

Almost everyone in the group was paying attention to the heated argument at the time. Most of them were trying to persuade them, but there was also a certain cell man who started to add fuel to the fire. Although that cell man hadn't started to add fuel to the fire yet, he was scolded by the Doctor and Tony Stark to shut up, and then he went into hiding because he was bored.

How did the other party know this? He turned around in disbelief.

But soon Muraner's explanation made him so ashamed that he almost covered his face, and he actually covered his face tightly.

"You drank too much milk the other day and got a little tipsy. You were completely dizzy and started talking nonsense. You even started crying and making a scene, laughing and crying at the same time. It was like you were on the verge of schizophrenia. You said a lot of things I had never heard of before, such as personal heroism, you're not good enough, and we should unite! In fact, there was more than that. You also said a lot of nonsense that I couldn't understand at all. What I said was the most understandable thing I could pick out. Although I don't know the specific meaning of personal heroism, I can feel it from your vague words. It can probably be understood as a personal heroism, right?"

As the last sentence fell, it began to rain, and the fire in the camp began to gradually go out under the influence of the heavy rain. But at this moment, only some ruins and traces of flames remained in the camp, and it no longer had the majestic splendor it had when it was first built.

At this moment, Steve just wanted to dig three squares down and fill in the one at the top, pretending to be an ostrich, as if as long as he didn't face it and no one told him, his embarrassing things were not facts, but the facts were facts.

So in the end, Steve raised his head, looked at the rain, and smiled helplessly.

The two of them just sat in the rain, getting soaked through, without moving an inch.

This rain came at a good time, Steve thought, at least those annoying Endermen would not appear on rainy days. Next time, he might have to carry a bucket of water with him. After all, he had been in the village for too long and hadn't done any extreme operations like real man mining for a long time. Naturally, in order to save space on his body, he didn't bring a bucket of water.

There was a sound of scattered footsteps in the distance. Steve turned his head and saw it was a villager. He was completely relieved.

171 The God Seeker is so wronged

At this moment, the luxurious Pantheon pedestal was empty and looked a little dilapidated. The little knight looked at it with a hint of nostalgia, recalling that it had performed a glorious epic worthy of praise under the attention of the public.

Without hesitation, he took up his weapon and killed any familiar person, until he stood before the so-called source of the plague and dragged her completely into the abyss!

However, the ghost hasn't been here for a long time. To be precise, it has never been here since everything was settled.

Whether it is to satisfy the daily need to loosen up its muscles or to test others in special circumstances last time, it will re-fabricate and replicate a pantheon for its own use, because ghosts really don't want to come here unless it is necessary.

Even though it rarely has the concept of embarrassment in its mind, when faced with everything that is overly enthusiastic, it will still have some thoughts of escape.

It looked at the empty stands. The seats that originally towered over the main seats were long gone. There was only a statue of it pulling out its bone nails and facing the radiant light, which occupied almost 1/3 of the space.

This is not the end. Almost all the decorations are carved into its image. There is a statue of it next to the warm hot spring, and one inside the hot spring. The originally complicated and gorgeous patterns on the wall have all become patterns describing it. Even the pillars have become the shape of it holding up bone nails. If it were not for the fact that the dream world does not need to follow the most basic physical choices, such a slender bone nail top would probably not be able to support this temple.

It strolled here with a calm face, ignoring the messy footsteps coming from behind it, but the little knight soon could no longer pretend to be deaf and dumb. After all, the guy who was not annoying but was more talkative and noisy than Zot had already walked quickly to its front.

The little knight stopped, looked up at the guy who was much taller than him, and remained silent.

This simple action brought down a huge sense of fear on the God-seeker. In his eyes, God might not have forgotten his original intention and still remembered and was obsessed with his original image, but this did not mean that he could stand upright before God. This was an offense and blasphemy.

Is God displeased with my offense?

With this thought in mind, the more he watched, the more he felt that God was exerting pressure without anger, and he was like a small boat in a storm, trembling in the wind and waves, just trying to protect himself.

So he immediately knelt on the ground and asked the other party to forgive his humble offense.

"Lord of the Void, King of Shadows, God of All Gods, please allow your humble servant to gaze upon your endless abyss and dedicate everything to you until I lose all consciousness in the eternal void."

Here it comes again. The little knight had a headache listening to the other party's words. Up to now, he didn't understand a single word. What the other party said seemed to be saying something, but also seemed to be saying nothing. Nothing was made clear.

So it expressed its will as concisely and clearly as possible, raised its sign, and poked people at the same time, so that the other party would not miss what it wanted to express because they were still clinging to the ground.

[How to create challengeable statues]

But this action was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue to the other party, who knelt even lower. In the eyes of the Godseeker, this was clearly God's dissatisfaction with him, otherwise he wouldn't even be willing to speak. So, this question of how to make a statue should not be a simple inquiry, it was God's test of them. God was dissatisfied with the soulless statue they had cast, but they really didn't dare to tamper with anything in the void that belonged to God. So this was a naked... naked question of death.

So the God Seeker had no choice but to bite the bullet and start explaining.

The ghost listened to the conversation that was completely out of sync with the other party, as well as the other party's long-winded and exaggerated speech. It took a long time for the other party to get to the point. The other party kept repeating things like "I'm sorry" and "I can't do it". The listener was really annoyed.

I need answers

This sentence was placed nakedly in front of the other party, without any tone or wording. It looked like a blatant threat, but the other party felt relieved.

This means that God needs them and they still have value, and as long as they have value they will not be lost.

But this does not mean that they can unscrupulously wear down God's patience according to their own values. After all, the experiences and experiences of those guys included in the statues have revealed that God cannot tolerate them indefinitely. After all, most of them were killed by God, and even in death, the fighting instincts gathered in their remaining souls are also for God's entertainment.

After all, every time God projects the power of statues and dreams, the Godseekers can actually sense it, but they won't ask. No matter what God does, it is not their turn to question or inquire. They only need to kneel obediently before God and do what a servant should do, that's all.

However, this discovery still made the God Seekers feel a little fearful. After all, the God had used those dream projections many times. After everything was settled, it seemed like a one-sided torture and crushing. After all, the power of the God had long exceeded the scope of their cognition, not to mention that the statues of pseudo-gods they collected and made had no possibility of hurting the God at all. It was a one-sided challenge without any pressure. The God Seekers could not find a better description than massacre.