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He must participate in this war.

"Are those friends?"

Papyrus asked. He was a little worried about Frisk because she hadn't been back for a long time due to the recent tense situation. She had been running around outside for all the monsters. Even with the constant insults and discrimination, Frisk always faced them with a smile. But Papyrus saw her crying. He thought that the child who was strong and would never cry again was crying for something other than pain, which made him feel guilty.

He originally wanted to find Sans because everyone said he was too weak and couldn't make up his mind. Sister Yu was angry and wanted to start a war. How could she tolerate his friend being bullied? But in the end she was stopped because no one wanted Frisk's hard work to go to waste, so she didn't take action in the end.

"I'll fix this when I get back."

He didn't lie, and this was no excuse. Sans had made all the preparations, ready to go all out on his own.

176 The war begins, let the lava bucket rush to me

Steve held the sword, his hands shaking. The rain soaked the gap between his hand and the sword, making the hilt slippery and wet. He almost couldn't hold it steady.

"If I survive, I will definitely try some food cakes that I haven't tasted so far."

Steve babbled some nonsense, trying hard to make himself look less sad and painful.

"You mean the kind with three wheat on top, three milk on the bottom, sugar on the left and right, and an egg in the middle?"

Village Two immediately took up the man's conversation, even though the monsters below the city were already very close, and even some scattered zombies had come close and were scratching the city wall impatiently with their dry claws, leaving a gray-black mark and a harsh sound.

The heavy rain destroyed all their long-range attack methods. Even the most accurate archers could only shoot their arrows crookedly a short distance in the face of such a huge natural force. This gave the villagers some breathing room so that they would not be nailed to death on the city wall before the war even started.

If the villagers had not been fearless, those huge monsters that kept approaching and seemed to have no end would have crushed the psychological defenses of all the villagers. The villagers would have probably cried, screamed and wailed. But there was no such thing here. All the villagers were ready to sacrifice themselves, and no one retreated, let alone the cowardly ones who fled.

Steve looked at the monster, then back at the villagers, his thoughts wandering and he didn't know where he was. It was not until the second villager called him again that he turned around and responded twice randomly.

"Yes, of course, why not?"

Murakuji looked at his absent-minded look and couldn't help laughing out loud. He certainly knew the other party's worries because he felt the same way.

After laughing, he replied with a mixture of anger and amusement. Steve rarely heard the disdain in his voice.

"What is it! Is this how cakes are made?"

After saying this, Cun Er took a breath, in order to avoid laughing too much and falling off the city wall, which would be a real joke.

"And if you want to cheat on the cake, just tell me straight up. Can you die? Can you die? Even if everyone here dies, you won't die."

When mentioning death, Muran Er paused, looked solemnly into the distance, and clenched his fists.

"Only you can survive, and you must survive. The villagers can die, but the belief in resistance must not be lost. The body can completely collapse into nothingness, but the spirit must live on. If you fail to defend this place, and you lead the villagers to fight back in the future, don't mention me anymore, because the past should be in the past. Look to the future."

Cun Er thought of the cemetery that was getting bigger and bigger, from a few hundred at the beginning, to a few thousand later, and finally, nearly ten thousand. In order to accommodate all the deceased souls, they hollowed out the underground layers, but it was still not enough. A tombstone was erected for all the dead, and a box was placed next to the tombstone. In the box were some books, some were thicker, some were thinner, but the same thing was that they never retreated.

Perhaps that was his final resting place. He was already very content to have lived for so long. I heard that the village head who managed the mine had been replaced twice. There was no tombstone, only the books and notes handed down to prove that they had existed.

Steve didn't respond to the man's words, as if as long as he didn't agree, the other person would not die, and would stay here forever, guiding the villagers vividly.

Murakuji saw what Steve was thinking and opened his mouth to say something else, but in the end he said nothing.

He thought that it would be nice to give the other party some luxurious fantasies, but he was ready to end it here. He had noticed that his condition was declining. Instead of occupying this position blindly, it would be better to give it to some young people he liked. At least some of them could play a better role in this position.

The monsters were getting closer and closer, and the door, which had been tightly closed for a long time, kept sending out banging and scraping sounds, which almost pierced everyone's heart.

"Pour the magma."

Village Two stood on the city wall and shouted loudly. As the thick bell rang, all the nervous villagers picked up a bucket, and the boiling magma surged out from the buckets in their hands. The boiling magma slowly slid down the stone city wall, making a hissing sound.

Even though heavy rain fell into the magma, the magma was not affected at all and continued to flow slowly, sucking in the crowded zombies that were unable to retreat. Miserable roars broke out one after another, and a vacuum zone was instantly created under the originally crowded city wall.

Occasionally, a lucky zombie escaped before being completely sucked in. The rain washed away the flames on his body, and he survived. But before the zombie could be thankful that his long-dead life did not end completely at this moment, his numerous companions crushed him. The zombie twitched and struggled for a while, then died completely, turning into a piece of rotten meat that fell to the ground and was taken away and eaten by some unknown zombie, leaving nothing behind.

The zombies were still moving forward. They also took out buckets and poured water out, then climbed up madly along the cast stones and obsidian. However, before they could even take a look at the world inside the city wall, the boiling molten lava rolled down again.

The villagers stood on the city wall, in the depression formed by the stone and obsidian, holding the bucket. When it was empty, they threw it back. The villagers behind them immediately passed the magma in their hands to the front.

The continuous screams and the sound of magma devouring life, all mixed together.

Steve didn't have a bucket. He was searching the city walls for the zombies that had escaped and climbed up, lest they interfere with their companions who were pouring lava on the walls. He moved quickly, and with a slight movement, the gorgeous slash knocked the monster down. He raised his hand again and wiped the rain off his face.

The shield did greatly protect the lives of their companions, but sacrifices still occurred. Zombies pounced on them one after another, and when they fell, they grabbed a villager's leg. Their long and sharp claws sank into the flesh and blood, dragging the opponent into the boiling magma.

But the lava is not infinite. After the city wall had accumulated an unknown thickness of stone layers and was wide enough to accommodate almost all the villagers, a villager threw away the last bucket that was once filled with lava, picked up his sword and bucketed it into the zombies climbing up.

The truly brutal fight began. Steve bit a golden apple, looked at them with eyes that even zombies would be frightened of, drew his knife, and killed without restraint.

177 Iron Man appears and takes over the battlefield

"Man, I hope I'm not too late. A hero shouldn't be late. Showing up late is the worst kind of dereliction of duty."

The familiar voice made Steve, who was trapped in the zombie circle and could hardly see anything except zombies, look up. There was no blood or dust on his face, but it was filled with uncontrollable fatigue.

Obviously, the time that passed was not very long, but when Steve looked at the people, he didn't know how to smile. After a long time, he could only force out a cramped smile.

"...No, Steve, are you sure this is okay? You'd better stop laughing. It's really, uh, unbearable to look at."

Tony Stark equipped himself with his armor and directed countless armors to move together while talking.

Tens of thousands of armored vehicles covered the entire sky and earth and quickly took over the villagers' position. On the narrow and limited city walls, the sounds of gunfire rang out one after another. The white beams of light penetrated the zombies without any difficulty. Roars came one after another but were soon drowned out by the even louder sounds of gunfire, leaving nothing behind.

Compared with the tens of thousands of armors, the number of villagers was suddenly less than half.

But that was when you looked up at the entire battlefield. These tens of thousands of armors in such a grand battlefield were just a drop of water in the pouring rain.

"...I really didn't. What's wrong? Are you guys really going to die if you don't say something rude? Sigh, when I see you, I rarely smile, yet you still feel uncomfortable all over. I understand. From now on, when I face you, I must keep a stern face. It would be best if I wipe my face with an onion, let my tears flow, and accuse you of being a bitch. Only then will you feel comfortable and at ease, right?"

Even though Steve knew that the other party's behavior had no malicious intent, sometimes he would inexplicably want to grit his teeth when listening to what the other party said. However, there was no need to make specific and profound condemnations. The feeling of being caught in the middle was really uncomfortable.

Steve speechlessly raised a middle finger towards the other person, then looked at his hand where he could hardly see his fingers, remembered a vivid example, and silently raised a sign.

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"Cough cough cough."

Tony Stark coughed a few times, but actually what Steve said was right. He would rather be criticized and confronted by Steve than to see Steve forcing a smile to face him when he was so tired. When Tony Stark recalled this scene, he felt goosebumps all over his body.

He looked at Steve, who was full of energy and seemed to be jumping around again. Even though he was scolded by name, he just felt relaxed all over.

...Why does this thinking feel like a pervert?

Forget it, let him be a pervert, at least Steve doesn’t look as numb as before, like a walking corpse.

"Alright, let me take over the rest of the battlefield. You can ask the villagers to leave first or retreat. Don't say things like, 'This is your war and we shouldn't sacrifice others.' Look carefully, I'm the only living person here, and the others are just armor I made. You should know this, right? You can't put yourself in danger just to maintain some armor without free will, right? People can't be that stupid, at least not that stupid."

Steve didn't object. He even expected it. In war, there was no need for shame. This wasn't a joke. Could it be that for a little bit of self-respect, they would continue to commit meaningless acts of suicide? That would be too stupid.

Don't worry about those trivial things, don't worry about those dreams of honor, no matter what? Living is the most important thing!

Steve turned around and tried to ring the bell, but someone was quicker than him, that was Village 2. After he rang the bell, the villagers subconsciously looked at each other, and immediately walked away without any delay or pause. Village 2 sat there leaning against the bell, taking a slight breath. He leaned back tiredly, then immediately stood up and walked towards Steve.

"No, what are you doing here?"

Steve was anxious and tried to retreat while grabbing the person. However, before he could touch anyone, several zombies that broke through the front line pounced on him from behind. The howling wind and the slightly frightened look in Cun Er's eyes made him realize that something was wrong.

But it was too late, too late to turn around.

It's okay, it just hurts a little. I can just climb down from the bed when the time comes and be as lively and energetic as ever again.

Steve comforted him randomly.

But Murakuji acted quickly. He drew his sword and slashed with a whistling wind, brushing past Steve's body and almost wielding all the zombies that had escaped the net. The remaining one or two wielding iron swords hit Steve's diamond armor, making only a crisp sound. Although the impact force and pain were still there, it gave Steve enough time to react. He twisted his body, raised his sword and slashed, and the heads of the two zombies were separated. However, before they could hit the ground, they dissipated, leaving only two pieces of rotten meat.

"I'm scared to death. You are just like me."

Steve subconsciously praised the other party, but just as he finished speaking, he remembered the half-received thing he had received before.

"No, don't stay here. Come with them. Go! You're not immortal, so why are you staying here? You can't change anything by yourself. Go!"

He pushed and urged the person to leave, but apart from stumbling a bit at the beginning, the other person stood there steadily as if his feet had taken root, and looked at him calmly.

"I'm sorry, I can't leave. Why should I leave if you don't?"

"They've all left, so why are you staying here?" Steve was anxious, and even his speech became faster.

"Isn't it natural to fight alongside friends?"

"How can this be? This battlefield is no joke!" Steve almost didn't know what he was saying. He just wanted to persuade the man to go down. He wanted the man to survive so badly.

"Yes, but I am a warrior, the battlefield is my destiny, and you are my friend. I cannot retreat."

He shook his head and continued.

"You can't ignore my personal will just because you want me to survive. I want to fight alongside you, not watch you fight in such an important war while I do nothing."

"But you can't be resurrected! Once you die, you're gone. What are you thinking?" Steve tried his best to tell the fact that he feared the most.

"Your friends can't be resurrected either, right? Well, since they can stand by your side, then of course I can too. You have to believe me. Don't forget, we've been through life and death together more than once in so many battles. Sometimes you died, and I killed them all, and on my way back, I ran into you on your way back. Isn't that a common occurrence?"

Muran Er looked at the man with a more determined look than ever before.

"So this time, I won't back down."

178 You and I are just toys

"call out--"

After hearing this strange sound, Steve's expression changed several times in a short period of time. Surprise and disbelief were crowded on his face. He wanted to raise his head desperately, but it proved that the sound he heard was just a false fantasy. But before he raised his head, he saw Nightwing roaring towards him.

The loud noise almost pierced his eardrums, which made him almost drop the sword in his hand and cover his ears.

"How is it possible? Why? This is impossible?"

Steve looked at all this in disbelief. He didn't even care about his image and stared with his eyes almost popping out of their sockets. Even though the things he faced and experienced had refreshed his understanding of everything over and over again, he still couldn't believe this matter.

"This shouldn't happen. The versions I'm using and loading are very old. There's no such creature. I didn't load it at all. Why did it appear out of nowhere..."

Because of his extreme dislike for creatures like Nightwing, he usually wouldn't choose the latest version when loading a world. Even though the latest version had more things, was more complete, and had more interesting features, once he remembered being chased by those flying things in the sky when he played the new version, he never wanted to try again. What! Sleeping? Are you kidding? That's a complete waste of time!

But now this creature has appeared here, which means that all the incredible things shown by this world are not his autonomous evolution. If everything that happened in this world before was evolving in a more real direction, then this creature that appeared out of thin air now broke this law.

All these things that he thought were alive were nothing but the playground of other people. Perhaps there were two people chatting and laughing in this cruel chess game that decided life and death, treating their own lives and deaths as a joke for their own amusement.

If this was true, Steve didn't know how he should face the villagers, or everyone else, because he didn't even have the right to condemn those arrogant bastards, because this was exactly the same face he had before, and he was like that before. What reason or excuse could he use to rebuke the other party?

With his own changes? Are you kidding? If he hadn't gone through all this, he would still be a selfish bastard.

"...It's so frustrating!" After thinking it through, Steve clenched his fists tightly and punched the protruding rocks formed by the mixture of water and magma with such force that his health bar dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fortunately, he is the only one who can see this health bar, otherwise Tony Stark would have many more questions that he would not be able to answer at all.

The overwhelming swarm of birds was about to overtake the steel armor's defenses. Tony Stark, with a solemn expression, tossed out a small box. Blue energy emerged from each piece of steel armor, connecting them together. A transparent blue protective film appeared around the city, and the overwhelming, annoying blue monsters of the flying creatures crashed straight into them.

The teeth-grinding sound of electric current was endless, and the zombies were also blocked outside. Muraku Er looked at this scene with some surprise, even though he knew that Steve could always bring some incredible miracles. There was always a shining point on Steve that he had never noticed, and the name of that shining point was hope.

Village Two suddenly thought of another special villager, the one who had always insisted on having his own name. Even though he now had his own number, he still called himself Naxi. He was stubborn, intelligent, and intimidating... He knew that the last description should not appear on his fellow villager, but every time he saw him, he would only think of this name.

I hope his perception is wrong, Murakuji prayed sincerely.

The azure protective shield began to creak. The excessive influx of monsters consumed the energy of the passport tirelessly and without regard for death. The blue light curtain darkened inch by inch.

Tony Stark took a deep breath.

He produced too few armors, too few, too few. Hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands or millions of armors would not allow these things to run rampant.

Just when the blue light curtain was about to shatter completely, the black wind rushed into the pile of blue monsters, sweeping them all in with a wanton attitude, which greatly relieved Tony Stark's pressure.

But Tony Stark's face still looked terrible.

"Steve, is the sun here fake? Why can't we receive solar energy all of a sudden? I've done several experiments before and it worked fine."

The noisy sound drowned out his words, and Steve turned around in confusion.

Tony Stark looked at the increasingly dim protective shield and decisively opened the chat group.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich People: Why are solar absorbers useless?

[World Ruler] Fanatical Architect: It's raining today, where does the sun come from?

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: I just know that there is no sunlight in your place even when it’s dark. Is there no sunlight on rainy days too?

[World Ruler] Fanatical Architect: I don’t know either. It’s usually there. The rain was particularly heavy today, maybe that’s why.

Tony Stark was at a loss now. While hoping that the rain would stop soon, he gritted his teeth and spent 2000 points to exchange two energy cores from the store.

The blue light screen, which had been intermittent and dim, regained its brightness. Tony Stark felt the pain and was speechless. He could only exchange it for 100 points, and it was only valid for the first time. It would cost 1000 points to exchange it for another one. What a profiteer, a complete profiteer.

As the black wind disappeared, the number of Nightwings that originally covered the sky with dark clouds also decreased by more than half, but those that covered the sky in the distance continued to crowd over.

Sora, his face covered with faint black lines, fell down with a troubled look on his face.