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He looked at those grinning and unique looking creatures and couldn't help but raise his hands and fiercely gave them a pair of middle fingers. Seeing them helpless and furious and able to only gnaw on the barrier made Cell particularly happy.

"Thank you. I didn't expect you to be so kind. It seems there was a misunderstanding before. Maybe you just don't understand the rules over there."

Tony Stark looked at people and was in a good mood for once.

〔Thank you for what?〕

The cell man raised his sign in confusion, and did not forget to throw a bomb into the pile of corpses. The burning flames spread rapidly and were extinguished by the rain. He frowned in annoyance.

"?nothing."

The armor paused in the sky for a moment, then continued to recharge and bombard the annoying monsters below.

Tony Stark guessed a very annoying possibility, that is, the other party was not here to save them at all, but just did it for the sake of convenience, or even not at all. The other party did not realize that her behavior saved them. Although it could not be considered a rescue, after all, they could also fight their way out with their own abilities, but the losses by then were uncertain, and they might even have some injuries.

But he didn't want to argue with this guy who obviously looked abnormal, so he could only pretend to ignore it.

"Everyone, I'm fine~"

A very rippling voice, filled with joy and some very annoying emotions came from a distance.

Everyone finally let go of their worries, especially Village Two. Steve ran all the way here, and his resurrection was still not lost, so he could continue to have fun.

Before he could say anything more, he was punched in the face by Village Two.

"Next time, be less reckless."

Cun Er's face darkened, but in the end, he didn't say a single word of the curse words that were suppressed in his heart.

185 He is the true war machine!

Tony Stark had never been so tired, and he had never imagined that one day life would be so worthless, even cheap.

He felt like an employee doing repetitive mechanical work in a factory. The most he did was a bloody job, with countless broken limbs and blood splashed on the armor again and again, and then disappeared without a trace. Not to mention that the blood here was odorless, and he naturally couldn't smell anything while inside the armor.

But now he felt the strong smell of blood spreading wildly, penetrating into his body in every possible way, telling of a bloody sin.

The screams almost drowned out all other sounds. In this hellish environment, he still had to numbly and mechanically wave his arms, and the white cannon pierced through one monster after another.

Even so, they were still trapped in an unsolvable dilemma. Their armor was being worn out and damaged, and the light of hope was extinguished bit by bit. Tony Stark, who never gave up, looked up at the endless sea of ​​monsters. He couldn't help but feel confused and wanted to give up in his heart.

They could have easily taken the villagers away, so why would they continue to suffer endless losses here?

This untenable thought kept circulating in his already numb mind, even though he knew that even if he took all the villagers here and evacuated, they would still have to face this huge sea of ​​monsters somewhere else.

Unless all the villagers completely abandon their existing base and become a wandering people, they will no longer have a piece of land of their own and can only live in fear all day long, not daring to close their eyes, for fear that as soon as they close their eyes, monsters will catch up with them and they will never be able to open their eyes again.

This kind of life is undoubtedly miserable, even a form of chronic suicide and death. Without a base, their mining of minerals will slow down, the forging of their armor and weapons will stagnate, and they will completely lose sufficient food. They can only fill their stomachs with a small amount of cranberries on the roadside, and occasionally getting some meat is enough to make them cheer.

They would starve to death one after another, or be caught up by the pursuing monsters, leaving behind countless of their people who would surely be forgotten, and barely escape alive.

These are not so-called fantasies, nor are they so-called groundless worries, but the reality that will definitely happen if they give up this place.

He began to desperately hope that someone could come and help them, at least to break this damn, repetitive, endless, hopeless predicament.

He remembered that small and cute figure, the one who never missed any mission and always stood in front of all the friends in the chat group, even though the little guy was almost the shortest in the entire chat group, well, not almost.

However, everyone in the group who knew Ghost only thought that Ghost was reliable, a reliable, short and cute senior. This was almost a common understanding in the group, but this time, the other party was absent.

Almost everyone felt that they had a heavy burden on their shoulders, and they didn't care about anything else except the cells that just wanted to be able to chop people.

Faced with this endless dilemma, even the doctor, who has always disliked relying on others, had the same idea as everyone else: if the ghost were here, perhaps things would be much easier.

Steve, who understood the nature of ghosts best, looked at the predicament in front of him and always had the urge to ask the other party for help even if it meant losing face.

He knew very well why he could basically pick up points for every mission for free. The missions that were obviously more difficult than the last in terms of points were extremely easy in their hands. There were even a few times when Steve knew clearly that his points were simply picked up for free. For example, in the last war, even though he had made sufficient preparations and contributed countless efforts, in a sense, he could be said to have picked up the victory for free. Otherwise, the battle would have lasted forever, let alone such an easy victory.

The mission has always been difficult, so difficult that it has never been worthy of the rewards it gives. It’s just that the ghost is too strong, so strong that it completely surpasses all the people in the current chat group, so everyone has completed the mission in a relaxed atmosphere, instead of being exhausted to the point of almost collapsing like now.

The thought of asking for help kept turning around in my mind. I opened the chat group page several times, raised my hand, and then put it down again.

It's not that it's shameful to ask for help. If he can put aside his pride and save those villagers, Steve feels that he can tear off his face and trample on it on the ground. Even if it is stepped on to pieces, he can happily put it in the bucket, wash it twice and put it back on his face.

But up to this point, Steve still hadn't asked for help. He couldn't just turn to someone for help whenever he encountered a problem. If he did, he'd be no different from a salted fish. It wasn't just a matter of being a salted fish. This time, the other party didn't come to the mission because they had something else to do. But what about the next time? And the time after that? He couldn't just rely on the other party being free for all the missions. Everyone would be busy, just like Steve had been so busy for a while that he didn't even have time to come to the missions.

This time they asked for help, and the ghost put aside his own affairs and barely squeezed out some time to help them. If they expected it to happen again next time, it would be more than just shameless.

He pulled out a new weapon from his backpack, the sharp blade "White Sheath". After all, his other weapons had basically been broken, leaving only these more basic sword weapons.

He watched as a bunch of zombie heads were chopped off and flew away without any change in his expression. After all, who would have any emotional changes about the weeds he pulled out? Now the lives of these zombies were not even worth the grass, so there would be no emotional fluctuations.

The most I can say is that why is this zombie bleeding so much? I'm afraid it must have been a special accident.

But the sound of the shield shattering instantly drew everyone's attention back. They raised their heads numbly and saw a horrifying scene. The blue barrier began to shatter. They didn't know when the armor had been damaged by more than 2/3. This was the doctor's best attempt to calculate. Otherwise, the armor should have been completely destroyed long ago.

The doctor's face was covered in blood, and the thick and disgusting smell of blood filled his nostrils. The blood was all his. All the Originium in his hands had been basically devoured, but his headache was still not relieved. If it weren't for his extraordinary physique and he was still holding on here, he would have collapsed long ago. Even so, he couldn't make a sound, and his whole body was trembling, unable to move.

If I don’t drink some reagent when I get back this time, I really won’t be able to bear it.

The doctor thought a little unclearly after completing a rather conservative defense measure command.

He couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed completely.

Fourteen thousand armors, 9000 losses, 40 enemies killed, persisting for more than 20 hours without any energy wasted!

The total number of zombies and Nightwings is now over 100 million, down from 160 million originally.

186 The rain is still falling

The blue light curtain shattered, and the monsters poured in like a flood. Everyone was almost caught up in it. Now, even the repetitive operation of the machine became a luxury. Despair was revealed on everyone's face, but they did not put down their weapons. They became an isolated island nailed in the tide of zombies. Tony Stark did not forget to pick up the doctor.

He was flying in the air and smelled the strong smell of blood under the mask. He was silent for a long time and didn't say a word.

He couldn't deny that the other person was also a hero, even though they often disagreed, but he still sincerely admired him. Whether it was his understanding of human nature or his control over war, he couldn't find any fault with it. What they argued about was nothing more than whether human rights should be sacrificed for victory. In fact, even Tony Stark, who had always been against it, knew that neither of their ideas was right or wrong. It was just that the two people lived in different worlds, understood different things, and could do different things. Naturally, there were differences.

Of course, both Tony Stark and the doctor knew that they shouldn't argue about this matter because it was meaningless and there was no way to tell right from wrong. However, every time they talked about this topic, Tony Stark would always be so sarcastic that the doctor would get angry, and the doctor's seriousness would always make Tony Stark speechless.

As a result, the relationship between the two people is always inexplicably stiff.

After all, their dispute is not like that between Tony Stark and Steve, which is just a simple quarrel between two friends. In fact, both of them regard each other as a good friend and a companion on the road ahead.

The Doctor and Tony Stark have never been on the same page.

Tony Stark couldn't understand the other party's cruelty and inhumanity, and the doctor couldn't understand Tony Stark's naivety and self-righteousness.

But now, Tony Stark looked at the doctor who had completely fainted and overturned his own ideas.

He looked at them and found it somewhat amusing. Wasn't this just someone who claimed to be a ruthless war machine, but in reality, what was he? He had fallen first. He could have easily avoided pushing himself so hard, even without working so hard. He could have removed the barrier and let them face the massive army, using them to relieve the pressure, prolong the life of the armor, even sacrificing some of the villagers, just like he had done last time, winning by any means necessary.

But the other party didn't.

Maybe it's because I believe in them, believe that they can turn the situation around and make a miracle happen.

But when Tony Stark looked at the millions of troops rushing towards them, he didn't know what else they could do.

But he heard something else.

He was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw that it was the villagers.

They held up their shields and pushed the line forward step by step until everyone was included.

They shouted out slogans in unison, and despite the blood and broken limbs, the team of less than ten thousand people forced themselves to create a line here that was absolutely not to be crossed.

All the members of the group were silent, except for Cun Er, who held his weapon high and directed them to make uniform movements. There was a light in his eyes, but that light did not contain hope. Instead, it was the light flashing from the raindrops hanging on his eyes. But only Cun Er knew that those were his tears.

Even if this battle could be won, the only outcome would probably be the annihilation of the entire army. By then, who knows how many records would be added to the cemetery, and how many merits of varying degrees would be added to the empty tomb that was originally buried by Zheng Zhong.

In fact, his biggest dream is to protect the people in the city and protect the city.

The other is that I hope everyone can go back alive. As many people come here, so many will go back alive.

Of course, he knew that the latter was a completely impossible luxury, so he tried his best to do the first thing well and rushed to the battlefield on the first front.

However, even though I know it's impossible, I still have to bring some people back. At least when those old friends who are still alive ask me how many people I brought back, I can still muster up the courage to tell them that I may not be a qualified general, but at least I tried my best.

He had already begun to think that if he didn't bring anyone back this time, those people would remain silent. Perhaps the most unreasonable Lao Jiu would laugh at him and say, "You can't do it."

Or maybe, he himself could not go back, and had to wait for ten days or half a month for the statistics. After hearing Steve tell him the news of the annihilation of the army, the fifth brother took out a book and pen with an expressionless face, splashed ink, and wrote page after page of casualty reports until the book piled up into a mountain. Then he wrote about him, and passed the title of Village No. 2 to a new person. On the monument belonging to Village No. 2, he wrote the news of the death of the first Village No. 2, just like all the villagers who died for this.

Murakuji looked at the temporarily stable defense line. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

So he turned back, looked at Steve, and asked, "Can you move?"

Village Two couldn't lift his hands. The all-out fight had left him with no strength left. After the villagers rushed out, the actions of ringing the bell, raising his shield and sword completely drained his last bit of strength. He was now completely exhausted, and even the golden apple couldn't relieve his fatigue.

"of course can."

Steve nodded. Having died once, his condition was naturally refreshed. The previous heaviness was gone. Of course, this was only physical. His spirit was still heavy with fatigue.

"Okay, listen."

Cun Er reluctantly took a deep breath and continued to talk.

From how to fight a war, command an army, observe the terrain, how to mobilize emotions in a war, and finally to every detail, he poured out everything in one breath. He said almost everything he needed to say. At the end, he coughed a few times and then couldn't speak anymore.

He just leaned on the shield and barely stood up.

Steve nodded, took over the burden of commanding the villagers from the other party, and rushed to the front shouting loudly. The villagers saw Steve but not Village Two, so no one gave up and no one acted on their own. They listened to the orders and performed the actions in unison.

Murakuji was watching from afar, feeling relieved that the other party had passed the test. He had grown from a reckless man who could only drag corpses in a single fight to a qualified general who knew how to advance and retreat and understood strategy. Although he was still a little immature, it didn't matter. The other party had plenty of time. He believed that in the next wars, Steve would do better than him, and even accomplish some achievements that he had never accomplished before.

The battle is not over yet, blood is still being shed, and the rain is still falling.

187 The various aspects of life in Hallownest, and the impending arrival of reinforcements

Hallownest.

The new dynasty has not yet bred so much corruption. New life and vitality have taken root in the once broken body, and new vines and branches have grown.

And Dirtmouth, with the rebirth of this dynasty, has also been renewed, with endless and dazzling buildings emerging.

There is no longer the decline and depression of the past. Lively celebrations have become the main theme here. There is an endless stream of travelers coming and going. You can even hear the sound of some insects shouting in front of their own shops, and see some bees carrying honey back and forth. Some of the sweet honey is not covered tightly, and the fragrance floats out straight away, making people feel itchy in their hearts.

Some greedy bugs walked into the store with a bag of jingling Geo in their hands, following the aroma.

The most popular store, with a long queue of people in front of it, is naturally Conifer's map store.

Of course, in contrast, the shop of Bone Sage Sly, not far away, is indeed very deserted except for a few tumbleweeds rolling by.

The knight passed by here three times in pursuit of the guy who had been hiding in the downtown area.

The first time, it saw the other party put a sign at the door of the store offering an 80% discount.

It found this very interesting because the little knight had never expected that the stingy guy would give a discount. He didn't treat it like that back then.

There was no discount, and the items were still very expensive. The lanterns cost 1,800 yuan each. If the knight had not thought about this at the time, he might have picked up his weapon and slammed it on the other party's table.

Then discuss with the other party in a sincere tone whether a discount is possible.

When passing by for the second time, the opponent's 80% became 50%.

The young knight's expression became a little tense.

I feel aggrieved and don't understand why I don't get a discount. Only after I have bought all the items I can buy will the discount screen be released, and the items I no longer need will be sold.

Although after making friends in the arena, it did not feel any obvious pain when spending Geo's cheap wealth, but it did not mean that it was willing to be a sucker.

But in the end, it just looked at it with resentment and left.

It wasn't until the third time it passed by that the discount was reduced to 20%. It pulled out the bone nail without hesitation, rushed in with a determined look on its face before Green and Pure could react, and then raised its sign even more firmly.

[Return!]

Sly didn't understand at first and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong?" It wasn't until he saw the ghost jumping in front of him angrily, constantly waving its sign, that he immediately realized that the other party needed him to retreat.

No, this is absolutely not allowed. I didn’t make much money this time. If I lose all the Geo I earned before, it would be a huge loss!

Sly's inner thoughts were extremely intense, but on the surface he still greeted the other party calmly, asking questions in a kind manner as usual, and then fooled the little knight so much that he was disoriented and went out in a daze.

"The prices of goods and goods in different time periods cannot be generalized, and the difficulty and perseverance I have put in for this cannot be generalized either. So, I can't return this Geo."

He stuck his head out, said a last word inside, and then slammed the door shut. It looked like it was closed very tightly, at least it scared the insects around and made them look over here uncontrollably. Then they continued to do their own things without paying any attention to the insects.

The reason is very simple. The originally quiet and dark nest has been decorated with a variety of lights due to the hard work of the maintenance bugs. The soft lights slightly illuminate the originally dark passages. The originally bumpy land has been turned into flat paths, and the vertical or steep slopes have been changed into corridors or stretched stairs. There are even more benches for travelers to rest.

Don’t ask how it was done, just ask how the chat group transformation was awesome.

So in this case, if he can still sell the lantern worth 1800 in his hand, then he will probably have to sigh that most bugs are stupid and easy to cheat with a lot of money, so come quickly.

Unless the other party is willing to remove the two zeros at the end and completely transform the lantern into a decoration, no one will be willing to accept such blackmail.

In fact, unknown to the Knight, everyone has already reduced the price of their goods, and the map of Conifer is even priced at 50 Geo per piece. It is better for the Knight never to know this fact.