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He stood up tremblingly, but still bent over, looking up at the god in an extremely awkward posture. The god took out a painting from somewhere, and the insects in the painting were lifelike, but their appearance and species were something they had never seen before.

Perhaps this was a powerful enemy that God defeated during his external campaigns, so he placed it in the temple as a deterrent.

[conditions]

The God Seeker always felt that he saw a solemn and murderous aura in these two words. Perhaps if he did anything inappropriate like being sneaky or cunning, he might be the next one to be made into a statue.

"Connect with their dreams and take away their tiny souls."

Once again, the Knight couldn't understand the other party's complete lack of human language. He quickly displayed his bone nails. After repeated attempts and interactions, he discovered that as long as he tried to show his weapon, the other party would speak normally. Although he didn't quite understand why, he decided to respect the other party's etiquette and traditions.

"All you need to do is get a little bit of the other person's soul, and then connect to their dreams."

The moment the knight's weapon was revealed, the Godseeker immediately finished what he needed to say at an extremely fast speed.

Even if I feel really wronged inside.

But only by living can we better serve God.

172 Green's Growth

"I hope you can consider our proposal carefully. Of course, you have the right to refuse. This is your freedom, but you should also know that there is no such thing as absolute freedom. All freedom is based on limited choices. Of course, this is just my unilateral persuasion, Your Majesty. You are completely free to refuse if you are mentally prepared to break with us."

Green bowed deeply to the person in front of him, his blood-red pupils hiding his emotions very well. He smiled faintly and looked at the queen of the bees without saying a word, waiting for the other party to make the final decision.

The other party is simply unable to give up some matters of interest, but his father, who holds the power of resurrection, is enough to make them pay a sufficient price. What he is doing now is just balancing the chips between the two, offering them a price that they cannot refuse but is painful enough, and reminding them all the time that betrayal is the most foolish act.

"Alright, I think you've convinced me, Son of the Void, a practitioner of the coexistence of fire and void. However, I can tell from your words that you have no attachment to this country. This is not a good thing for either you or this country. I've been hesitating about this, not about other trivial matters. After all, we once had good diplomatic relations with this place, and it will remain so now."

Green didn't like the way the other person looked at him. It was a look of pity, as if he was regretting something.

He was furious at this realization. Why would the other party, who had clearly been at a disadvantage in the negotiation, naturally feel pity for him? He was clearly the weak, pathetic creature, so why would he show him pity? Was it just that pitiful sympathy?

Green really wanted to pick up the other person and question him, but in the end he just restrained his smile, looked at him coldly, and threw the last words. The words that were originally meant to be a blessing sounded particularly ironic under the cold tone.

"wishing all the best."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned into a red shadow and disappeared in front of people. He left very quickly. Apart from the blowing wind, there was nothing to prove that he had ever stood there.

The queen of the bees looked at Green who was leaving, just sighed softly, and said nothing more.

The reason why Green was so angry was mostly because what the other party said was true. He really had no attachment to this country. You could say that this was because the Green family had always been heartless, but it was probably because he himself was a container, a person who had been entrusted with the responsibility of replacing the king of this dynasty since birth. He carried such a responsibility with him and followed the ghost. How could a bug who had been instilled with the concept of not having to respect this place since birth have much respect for this place?

As for his current appearance of working extra hard, it was only for more recognition from his father. After the ghost left, he thought that he, filled with anger, would uncover the entire underground kingdom, but he didn't. He just felt a little lost, so he took the initiative to volunteer to complete those negotiations that were not difficult but definitely not easy. He wanted to use these busy things to erase the melancholy and loss in her heart, and a compliment.

Of course, Green knew very well that his father's biggest reaction would most likely be indifference. No matter what he did, good or bad, his father probably wouldn't care.

After leaving, Green returned to the Black Egg Temple because it had the scent of his father. He pushed open the door and was about to take a short silent rest when he saw the familiar figure.

In the past, he would have gone there long ago, taking advantage of his father's disappearance to openly hug his petite father in his arms and express his overwhelming feelings of longing. He knew that even if his action could be considered offensive, his father would not care.

But in the end he didn't. He just bowed to the person, as if he was quite reserved and nervous when they first met. He looked at his father, and the smile that had been restrained appeared again. However, what kind of emotions flickered and jumped in his heart, probably only he knew.

"Father, you are back."

The little knight who was secretly eating snacks froze, then took out a bag of potato chips and handed it to the other party with some embarrassment.

Green was naturally happy to cooperate with his father and accepted the bribe very happily. The crisp sound of chewing potato chips continued to echo here, but this relaxed and happy atmosphere was soon interrupted by the third bug that broke in.

Appearing outside the Black Egg Temple in pure silence, the little knight pushed open the door and immediately put away the potato chips guiltily, leaving Green alone there making the crunching sounds.

Green just looked at Chunchun provocatively and continued chewing potato chips without caring at all.

Yichun ignored Green's provocation. Generally speaking, Bumblebee was not present and simply didn't bother to care about this guy Green. It walked over, walked in front of the Knight, and knelt on one knee.

"God, the First Knight Pure reports to you."

Then it tells the story of what it and Green did when the large group of little knights were away.

Purity was the first to know when the little knight came back, after all, the essence of purity is also void.

Green was listening to the other party's report. Although there was a lot of provocation in his expression, he remained silent. Although he didn't like it no matter how he looked at it, he had to admit that working with such a rigid guy was indeed a blessing to some extent. At least he didn't have to worry about the other party conveying or telling incomplete or wrong things out of hostility or disgust, because Green knew very well that he would do it if he had the opportunity.

The little knight, on the other hand, was absentmindedly listening to the pure report while opening the chat group.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : Taking away a part of the soul, that kind of evil talk... Are those whose souls are taken away really okay?

[God of the Void] Ghost: No.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : So that nightmare Tartaglia had for days was purely psychological?

[God of the Void] Ghost: Not sure.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? :...! Next time, try not to make statues out of human souls. It sounds way too dangerous.

Yes, when the ghost learned that souls were needed as materials, it went back immediately. It was the first time that it took the initiative to travel to another world, instead of being passive when doing a mission. After making a brief request, the young master, that is, Tartaglia hesitated for a moment and agreed to the other party's request, even if it was a request to take away part of the soul, which sounded daunting to ordinary people.

Because he felt that he owed the other party a favor anyway. If he couldn't repay it now, he didn't know when he would have the chance to repay it next time.

As for the nightmare, the Knight thought that it might be because the statue had been challenging non-stop in those few days when it was first made. After all, it had just passed the Radiance and needed a few more days of training to stabilize. Since it caused such a big trouble to the other party, then it might as well change the challenge from 50 times a day to ten times a day.

The ghost made this happy decision.

173 The rain was heavy, but Steve would never forget the dancing flames.

It rained heavily.

The sky was a hazy gray, looking dead and lifeless.

Steve was holding the always fresh grass in his mouth again, half lying on the tree with his legs crossed, staring blankly into the distance, looking at the heavy rain, looking at the hazy sky, a little absent-minded.

He was still wearing his villager clothes, and even though everyone knew he was Steve, he was reluctant to change.

The rain soaked him through and made him feel a little cold. He shivered subconsciously, shrank his shoulders, and still lay there stubbornly, looking around.

"Steve, don't stay there in such heavy rain, come down and warm yourself by the fire."

"Yeah, yeah, even though we won't catch a cold, it's still a little uncomfortable with our clothes soaked."

A few villagers gathered under the tree and called him, but Steve did not respond and remained silent.

"Maybe he's worried about the war."

A villager who had fought with Steve on the battlefield several times speculated.

"You can't torture yourself like this."

Some villagers shook their heads, some sighed, and some were discussing in a low voice, which was inaudible.

Steve, perhaps having heard their gossip, simply turned over again, completely facing away from them, to show his determination.

The voices of the villagers' discussions died down a little, and they returned to the eaves in groups of three or four, sheltering from the rain and warming themselves by the fire. After a while, the bustle under the tree faded away, and it became as deserted as it was at the beginning.

In a place that the villagers could not see, Steve's face was already covered with tears, but under the rain, the tears were mixed together and nothing could be seen.

It’s really cold…

He shuddered again.

I wouldn’t have been so willful if I had known this earlier.

The cold wind brought with it the biting rain, which felt as sharp as a knife when it blew on his face. Tears began to fall uncontrollably. Steve shivered and hugged himself tighter. Perhaps it was because the people under the tree had dispersed and the place became increasingly deserted, and the feeling of regret rose up uncontrollably again.

Why be so willful?

He began to mumble.

Why do villagers have that awful habit of building and protecting their own tents when setting up camp? Why do my hands refuse to obey me? With so many brilliant and wonderful ideas in my head, why does the result still end up being a matchbox?

Perhaps the feeling of grievance had reached its limit, the tears in his eyes continued to flow, even more abundant than the rain falling from the sky.

Even though he understood that after the villagers knew he was Steve, they no longer mentioned any topic related to architecture, as if they were deliberately avoiding and protecting it.

But Steve still couldn't accept it. He couldn't accept that his eyes were damaged, and he couldn't accept that among a bunch of neatly arranged houses, there was a square building with no aesthetic appeal standing out there. This almost cost him his life.

He would rather be hung on a tree in the cold wind and rain than destroy that beauty.

Steve took out a potato from his arms. The hunger in his stomach left him no time to hesitate. Perhaps it was the cold wind, the moment the potato was taken out, it lost its soft, sticky and sweet taste when it was freshly baked. It was so chewy after taking a few bites, and tasted saltier than usual.

But at least I felt a little comforted in my stomach, and I felt a little warmer.

There was a sudden movement from the villagers, and they formed a circle around the area below. Steve was so startled that he immediately stood up from the tree.

The tree was cut down very quickly. As the last piece of wood was cut down and picked up, the leaves that originally supported Steve also disappeared one after another.

As the last foothold disappeared, Steve's expression was filled with confusion. He wanted to jump down, but was forcibly caught by the villagers. Several people held him down and carried him back.

Steve wanted to struggle at first, but he was pressed too firmly and was afraid of hurting anyone, so he just stood still.

"No, brothers, hey, what are you doing? Put me down, okay? What are you doing? What on earth?"

Steve turned his head away helplessly and asked the villager next to him.

The villager looked back at the man and answered him in a clear voice.

"I can't let you get wet in the rain."

"Yes, yes."

"How could I let you get wet in the rain alone?"

"I'm telling you, I can go to the battlefield, but I can't bear to see you getting wet in the rain."

As this villager spoke, the surrounding villagers began to respond, determined to tie Steve up in the camp.

The flames danced wildly in the camp, emitting soft light and blatant warmth.

Steve was stunned for a moment and even forgot to struggle.

"Oh, it's not like I'm that delicate. What's the big deal about getting caught in the rain? I won't die, I won't even catch a cold. At most, I'll be a little cold. It's a good opportunity to keep watch, right?"

He tried to impress the villagers with his last weak, futile words. Even if he didn't have to build the building himself, what kind of situation would it be to live under the same roof with others? A man who had fought so many battles on the battlefield couldn't even build a decent building. How could this be acceptable? It was unacceptable.

"But you are a hero. We are unworthy of letting a hero get wet in the rain."

The one who replied was the same villager. His response made Steve feel ashamed and he wanted to just hide in the sand. Could this be the successor that Village Two had found somewhere? He was so eloquent, he looked just like him.

"Yes, we can't let the hero freeze in the cold wind while we are warming ourselves by the fire. After all, most of the people alive here were saved by you."

A familiar voice sounded slowly. He tried to turn his head to look, and sure enough, it was an acquaintance.

Village Two squeezed out of the crowd of villagers and made his way through. He looked at Steve solemnly, although he usually had the same expression.

"Don't forget, you are a hero, our hero. Also, we are a collective, partners in the same army who have endured life and death together."

As soon as Steve saw Cun Er coming, he knew that no matter how much he tried to refute him, it would probably be useless. After all, they had been friends for so long, how could Steve not understand him? The other party was even more decisive than he was, and in some ways, he was really as stubborn as a rock.

So he could only smile bitterly, building a shameful thing in such a beautiful building.

But when he saw it clearly, he realized that the building built by the villagers was a circle with two gaps, one was the entrance, and the other was waiting for him to join. Nothing would look out of place there, let alone a mere cube house like Steve.

Steve felt a little sore in the corners of his eyes again, but he didn't cry.

Perhaps it is because I have seen too many heartwarming things, so I have become accustomed to them, and I feel that being so warm to others should also be something I am accustomed to.

He placed the stiff, hard, swollen and bitten potato next to the fire. The warm flames completely dispelled the previous chill. He walked over and placed the cubes one by one to build a simple shed. Mixed among a bunch of exquisite buildings, it was not ugly and had a unique flavor when viewed from a distance.

There is no such thing as being unsociable. It just depends on whether the group is willing to accept you.

The rain was still falling heavily.

The dancing flames are gracefully displayed, and everything you see is full of warmth.

174 The Beginning of the War

It's still raining.

This rainstorm seemed to last exceptionally long, so long that Steve could hardly remember the years.

He raised his hand to wipe away the moisture on his face, but it was no use. Raindrops dripped down his hair and the world in front of him began to blur again.

Low roars came from all directions. The stench of decay from the disgusting corpses was well covered by the heavy rain, but there were still scattered smells that broke through the layers of blockade and stubbornly came over. The moment Steve smelled the strange smell that seemed to be a mixture of fermented socks and sweat in the hot summer, his face immediately changed.

His facial features were tightly knitted together, never relaxed, and the wrinkles on his face made him look like an eighty-year-old man. Every wrinkle seemed to be screaming and shouting, expressing endless resistance.

Steve immediately bent down and wanted to vomit something, but unfortunately his settings did not support him to do so, so he trembled and tried to straighten up.

Two words were practically playing on a loop in my mind.

Regret. Stupid.

In short, he regretted it very much now, so much so that he wished he could travel back in time and beat to death with a club the idiot who used to eat spicy strips as snacks.