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"Those things are even more annoying than the Hilichurls. Even the Abyss Mages aren't as troublesome as those flying creatures, and there are so many of them. Oh my god, I've never seen so many creatures before. This is the first time I've seen such a large group of creatures."

As soon as Kong finished speaking, Shans appeared behind him. He snapped his fingers, and the super-long dragon bone cannon penetrated and tore Nightwing's group apart completely.

He looked at the overwhelming monsters in front of him, still with a cynical smile on his face.

"My guys, it looks like you could use some, a little help."

179 Reinforcements are pouring in. You are never alone.

With the snap of a skeleton's fingers, white bones protruded from the ground layer by layer, piercing or blocking the zombies' steps, and exploded into scattered fragments after a moment. Those exploded fragments spread around with an extremely vigorous attitude. Soon, the zombies surrounding them were completely stabbed into a hornet's nest by those fragments that were almost faster than the speed of bullets, and dissipated between heaven and earth, leaving only pieces of rotten flesh.

"Steve, your hand is bleeding."

Kong hesitated for a moment and reminded him. After all, he was one of the oldest members of the group. Naturally, he was also friends with Steve and naturally knew some facts.

For example, this world was once just a game. There was no living being except Steve. Steve would not die or bleed, and everything followed rigid rules.

Until now, all the broken rules and bottom lines are just changes in the world, while Steve remains the same as always.

But now, the rules seemed to have eroded Steve's body without restraint. He began to bleed and get hurt. What would happen next? Would he die?

...When Kong Yi anticipated such an outcome, he couldn't control his sadness. No matter what, he didn't want to see anyone die, especially those who were extremely important to him. He couldn't tolerate that even more.

So he reminded. "How about Steve, you go back and rest first, and leave this to us. After all, there's no way to be sure you won't die now."

Kong hesitated, leaving half of the sentence unsaid, which was that he had seen Steve complain about how he had died again in the group so many times that he could hardly count them. People who did not take their lives seriously would only attack to the extreme, and would not defend or retreat. If they suddenly lost their immortality, the other party might not be able to adapt.

These words seemed to have touched the cowardly and soft side of Steve's heart. He looked at the man and shouted angrily.

"What do you mean? What do you mean? What do you mean? You won't be resurrected either! At best, I just have one less special trait than you. You see, you will die, and I will die too, so why should I hide behind? Don't underestimate me! I was just a little reckless. I've experienced as much fighting on the battlefield as you have, in fact, more. If you all don't retreat, why should I?"

He paused and spoke in a strong voice.

"This isn't okay. This isn't fair. I won't back down..."

When he said the last word, he subconsciously froze, and it took him a long time to finish. These were exactly what Village Two said at that time. In a sense, they were all the same people, equally stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat. Because why? Why should he be worse than others?

He figured it out and laughed twice, then turned his head to look at the village two who were fighting fiercely over there. Without saying another word, he started to fight again without hesitation. He swung the knife quickly and the zombies fell down quickly. When the knife broke, he replaced it with another one. When he was attacked by surprise, he raised his shield. Steve fought without caring about any consequences.

The doctor's position was not very good when he arrived. The surging tide of zombies almost submerged his seat. He tutted a little in dissatisfaction, and his face under the mask was full of mania. He had just accidentally injured his ally, the cunning businessman. He believed that the other party would not let it go so easily this time. Maybe the little bit of goodwill that he had carefully maintained for so many days would be consumed by that unexpected situation. After all, he not only beat the man into the wall, but also ran away.

This made him very unhappy. The anger that had been suppressed on the battlefield was completely ignited at this moment. He no longer had to care about Amiya or those young operators. After all, sometimes his actions could no longer be considered fighting, but more like a cruel massacre.

He didn't have so many concerns here, so he would act more recklessly. As a result, the creatures here would not leave behind corpses, and would not be covered in blood and flesh. Otherwise, he would have grabbed a zombie's head and smashed it to the ground when he just came out, and the splattered flesh and blood would have been all over him. If this trend continued, it would not be long before this place became a bloody slaughterhouse.

He grabbed a zombie's arm and swung it around like a sledgehammer, knocking down a large number of zombies around him. The monster he picked up as a weapon could not stand such rough use after a while and completely disappeared.

Although his method cannot be said to be the most efficient, it is definitely the most violent and cruel one, provided that there are enough corpses on the ground.

Wilson happened to be next to the doctor when he came over. He was shocked when he saw the other party's brutal output method. He had never seen this side of the doctor. He rarely participated in missions. In the few missions he participated in, he was either doing logistics or he didn't see the other party take action at all. The image that the other party showed in the group was always that of a mature, steady and wise man.

Instead of being like now, a violent and unparalleled warrior.

"PhD?"

He hesitated for a moment and called out softly.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

He picked up two doctors and made them bump into each other. He paused for a moment, then continued as if nothing had happened. The two guys fell down. He stopped immediately, looked at them, and suddenly laughed.

"Yes, you are right."

Too much war almost turned her into a battle maniac. This was not him, nor should he be. War was only a means to achieve a goal, not a process. He actually enjoyed the process of war and killing. This was extremely abnormal, so he took a deep breath and calmed down.

Maybe after returning this time, he really needs to have a good rest, even if it is an unattainable luxury.

However, force is only a means. On such a battlefield, individual force is so insignificant that the final showdown will still be between the means of both sides.

He opened the chat group.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: Do you still remember what I told you about the customization of armor models?

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich people: I remember, why not?

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Give me the command. By the way, can you tell me what models are available?

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: I don’t have any objection. Although I don’t like you, it is undeniable that your talent in this area is far superior to mine.

Iron Man and he had had countless quarrels, most of which were ideological disputes. It wasn't that serious to say that he disliked him. It was just that Iron Man was always unwilling to give in, otherwise he wouldn't have transferred power so easily.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: Thick Armor T-3, Invasion Armor S-1, Armor A-8, Vanguard Armor V-3, Special Armor E-4, Auxiliary Armor D-1, Blade Armor W-2, a total of seven models. Although you gave me eight types of data, I think one of them is simply unnecessary, so I didn't include it.

180 What are weapons of war?

The moment the doctor took over the power, he quickly browsed the basic information of the armor.

Heavy armored T-3 type - (Tnak tank) heavy armor.

The armor is five times thicker than that of an ordinary mecha, and is equipped with a complete energy shield and shield. Its output means are slightly weak, and it is not equipped with an additional output-type body. At this moment, most of the azure protective shield is also supported by the T3 type, and the joints and connections are also reinforced. It is the only type of armor among these types that cannot be disassembled.

Invasion Armor S-1 Type——(Specialagent) Special

The most flexible and fastest of all armors, it is composed of 24 small armors. Each armor has independent combat capabilities. Based on the 24 small armors, it can be further split into small armors each smaller than a thumb. At this time, only the most basic thermal reconnaissance feedback and communication functions are retained, so they can bypass extremely complex terrain to reach the first scene for support.

Armored Armor A-8 Type——(Archer Sniper)

Anti-aircraft single-cut armor is equipped with the most advanced locking and tracking system. It is equipped with only three types of weapons: conventional missile type, special laser type, and explosive type that uses part of itself as a weapon to blast and launch. It has the most violent attack power and has no protection. At the same time, the attack of this set of armor can only lock the same target in most cases and has no ability to fight against multiple targets at the same time.

Vanguard V-3

Balanced armor, in addition to the S1 type armor with the fastest support speed, is also equipped with a large-capacity storage box, which is equipped with a large amount of supplies and parts to provide temporary support on the battlefield.

Special Armor E-4 - (Especially) Warlock

Special armor for sweeping large areas of ground coverage. It can switch between two modes. The conventional mode is equipped with high-explosive missiles. The special mode can use unknown energy that cannot be analyzed (energy source, black liquid, white gas, etc.). It has no normal physical defense effect, but consumes a lot of energy.

Auxiliary Armor Type D-1——(Doctor) Medical

It has the largest body so far, and carries a considerable amount of supplies and nano-repair robots. When necessary, it will decompose the nano-robots on its body to repair other armor.

Bladed Armor W-2 Type——(Warrior) Guard

It is highly maneuverable and flexible, equipped with a low-level artificial intelligence device, and its weapon is a huge retractable light blade. It changes its size according to the energy output and can be up to five meters long.

No assistance?

The Doctor pondered for a moment.

He first mobilized the heavy armor and dispersed all of it to ensure that a heavy armor could be allocated within every reasonable range.

Then the position of the medical armor was moved back. I don’t know how Tony Stark arranged it, but he put all the armor forward at once. There were only 14000 pieces in total. In just a short while, the loss was as high as dozens.

With this adjustment, the protective shield dimmed for a moment, which startled Steve. He was not paying attention and was scratched and grabbed hard by the zombie in front of him. The bones in his arm were completely broken, leaving only some flesh and skin to glue his arm together and hang in the air. Steve immediately chewed the apple in his mouth into pieces. As the blood volume in his vision increased, the arm also swayed and glued back together.

Fortunately, the protective shield was only dim for a moment, and the monsters that rushed in during the moment of dimming were cut in half by the newly applied protective shield. The two halves of the body shed a lot of blood, rolled on the ground twice, and disappeared after a long time.

Steve fell silent again when he saw this scene. As for Murakuji, he didn't care. Even though he was covered in blood and broken limbs were piled up beside him, he didn't care at all.

But Steve couldn't help but care, because he was the only one who knew the meaning of this scene, and only he could deeply appreciate the difference these changes brought about.

As for the villagers, they cannot understand this feeling. It is not that they do not have a big picture perspective, but that they are still confined to this world and have not transcended it. They are like the little white mice in the laboratory who are working hard to stay alive. How can they consider that the meaning of their existence is just an experiment?

His movements gradually slowed down. If it weren't for the protective shield, he would probably have been completely overwhelmed by the zombies the moment he stopped moving.

But soon, Steve started moving again, even more crazy than before. The bright red corpses piled up at his feet and disappeared without a trace. The slightly sticky blood splashed on his body, but it had no smell.

Nothing else matters, winning this war is the most important thing.

The blood appeared and disappeared over and over again, and only the coldness brought by the rain always reminded him that he was real and this world was real.

In his madness, he gradually forgot his situation and even rushed into the pile of zombies, sinking deeper and deeper.

The doctor could see it, but he didn't remind or say anything. His expression just changed slightly as if he remembered something. His eyes dimmed for a moment, then he came to his senses again. He asked an S1 armor to follow.

He knew that the other party was not in a good state, but compared to stopping him, he preferred to guide him. If the other party wanted to kill, then let him kill to his heart's content. There would be no harm in waiting for him to vent his anger completely. After all, this was a battlefield, and those who were killed were enemies. There was nothing to regret. He could just have a good talk with the other party after the war was over.

Steve here was so obsessed with killing that he only came to his senses when he was wrapped in layer after layer of thick blood plasma. He looked at the zombies huddled together around him. Fortunately, two armored men suddenly rushed out from his side, one holding one of his arms and dragging him away.

But a zombie grabbed his leg, and more would pile up and try to crush him.

The doctor looked at Steve who was surrounded, and his originally calm brows immediately frowned. These armors were not his operators, and most of them had single functions, let alone replicating that magical medical effect.

"Tony Stark, I think you'd better add something that can heal living things to your medical armor next time."

"? Weird request. Never mind. I'll remember it."

After calmly saying this, the world in front of his eyes slowed down incredibly. Countless lines seemed to be connecting information and were rushing into his mind. His eyeballs began to bulge, and bright red blood flowed out of his eyes and ears. His mouth was also filled with the smell of blood.

He had never dealt with such a large-scale group battle. The information of hundreds of thousands or even millions of creatures poured into his mind, causing him to feel severe pain. He bit his lips tightly, and uncontrollable blood flowed out of his mouth. If it weren't for his improved physical fitness, the wave of information just now would probably have directly exploded his head.

He took out an orange stone from his pocket, put it in his mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it mixed with blood. Only then did the severe pain slowly subside.

"T3-564, T3-371, stand by at a 60-degree angle southeast. W2-211, W2-42, dive directly down to break up their formation."

One command after another came out of his mouth in an orderly manner, and countless plans were rehearsed in his mind until he found the best one.

In a sense, he himself is a terrible weapon of war.

181 Steve's Concerns, I'm Not a Hero

Dried blood was sticking to the doctor's face in a crooked manner, and he slowly breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at Steve who was rescued in the distance. Muraku Er wiped a handful of blood diluted by rainwater. Although he was curious about the cause of all this, he did not delve into it too much until there was some movement from Steve's side, and then he took notice.

So he rushed over without stopping.

His face was full of caution and worry.

Because those people are Steve's friends, it is impossible for them not to know that Steve can be resurrected, so there shouldn't be such a big twist.

To be honest, it would be better to let Steve leave with regret for the time being, and then he can get out of bed and be a hero again.

But the situation he had never expected actually happened, and he could no longer change anything, but at least he could do something now.

So he rushed over.

The blood on Steve's body had disappeared, but his clothes were soaked by the rain and he looked quite disheveled.

He forced a smile when he saw Muranji coming, but soon he looked even more decadent.

He had to admit that facing the fact that he might die, he was more afraid than he had imagined. Now that he had lost the support he once relied on to act with impunity, he could no longer rush into the pile of monsters as a matter of course, fighting them to his heart's content and without even worrying about his back.

The worst that can happen is death, but you can get up again as a hero after a while.

"What happened? Steve, I don't remember you being this... depressed."

Murakami said uncertainly.

"I was bleeding, real blood gushing out of my hands. It hurt, and it probably took away some of my body heat, because I felt a chill starting from my hands and then spreading throughout my body."

Steve paused, confusion beginning to show in his expression.

"That was really cold."

Murakuji keenly grasped the information he needed to hear from the other party's long string of nonsense. He raised his knife and wiped off the heads of several zombies. He glanced at the other party, holding the weapon seriously, confronting the endless sea of ​​zombies in front of him, and distracted his attention to talk to people.

"Are you bleeding?"

Murakuji paused for a moment, kicked away a head that rolled to his side, and then continued.

"Are you afraid that you have lost the privilege of immortality?"

"How is that possible, me?" Steve retorted subconsciously, but couldn't come up with any explanation.

"It's normal to be afraid of death. There's no need to be ashamed of it. Sometimes I wonder how and where I'll die. Will it hurt? Will the world after death be dark and empty? There's nothing."

More blood splashed on his body, and he wiped it off and took two steps back, watching the zombie that was about to pounce on him crash into the protective shield, and was directly shattered into pieces by the shock wave on its back.

"You don't have to comfort me. I know I'm just too weak."

Steve shook his head, used his knife to pick up the upper body of the zombie he had just cut in half, and swung it hard, causing a chain reaction that knocked down a large number of people. Those who fell down never had a chance to stand up again. They were trampled to pieces until they completely lost their lives.

"You see, I'm such a coward. After losing my resurrection ability, I don't even have the courage to take a few more steps forward."

"Why do you think this is cowardice?" His surprised tone startled Steve a little, but he soon understood. After all, Murakuji never cared about these things, and his terrible anxiety meant nothing to him.

"You've been anxious and trying to deny the fact that you're a hero... After the war is over, maybe I should have a thorough talk with my most reliable friend."

Murakuji didn't say anything more. After all, the war was not over yet and the screen was still creaking. It was not the time to talk.