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After a moment of confusion, the little knight suddenly turned around alertly. He smelled the rotten and smelly scent of a soul. It was Snoke, the disgusting guy he had been pursuing for a long time.

The other party also imitated its and Bumblebee's faces. No one knew how the other party folded such a huge body into a small shell. Perhaps Snooker's body was originally hollow, and it was just a container for desires and souls.

The Knight immediately moved.

It transformed into a black shadow that moved forward quickly, passing through the dense crowd and chasing without any hesitation.

The little knight finally made his way through the crowd, down the well, and came to a dark and deep path. This place was probably developed by some bugs that came out of the ground around this time. He remembered that there was no such path at all when he explored the crossroads, and his memory could not be wrong.

After all, it has been explored hundreds and thousands of times.

But after arriving at the location, the little knight only saw a broken piece of pale mask. It looked very familiar, and he even smelled a scent from it that was of the same origin as it, which was the same scent belonging to the container.

There was a drop of white, glowing water hanging on the pale fragment. It was a liquid soul, but the smell that should have been gentle was now rotten and disgusting. But if we really talk about the smell, the one from the sewer is still stronger.

The little knight couldn't help but be distracted, revealing a flaw.

This gave the monster in the dark an illusion, a fatal illusion.

Perhaps he was tired of waiting, or perhaps he was longing for high-quality souls, the executioner who had been hiding in the dark suddenly jumped out, screaming and roaring, and pounced on the little knight. His originally orange abdomen had long since turned pale, filled with the souls of his victims.

But before he could get close, the young knight turned around and used the bone nails in his hands to nail him to the wall. The pale soul liquid splashed everywhere and leaked out from the hole in his abdomen. He wailed and waved his slender limbs to try to make a final resistance, but the black lines slowly seeped into his body along the bone nails. His abdomen, which had been a little flattened due to the outflow of soul liquid, was immediately filled with black liquid again and expanded wildly.

Then it was blown to pieces.

The little knight shook off the liquid on the bone nails and turned away without any reluctance. To him, this was just a very simple task. The only difficulty was the opponent's ability to hide. Apart from that, there was nothing else that could attract his attention.

It paused, as if remembering something.

After all, the points from the task cannot be wasted, whether it is 100 points or 1000 points, they are worth paying attention to.

Thinking this, it opened the chat group.

188 We have absolute trust

Running out of ammunition and food.

Tony Stark looked at the last mecha that was in tatters and completely collapsed, and saw the fact that they were surrounded by monsters. If it weren't for Sans raising the bone railing, all the villagers except the group members would probably be torn to pieces and no one would survive.

The doctor is still in a coma.

Kong had almost squeezed out all the elements. The whirlwind he could release now was not as big as Tony Stark's fist.

The lazy skeleton was completely unable to stand and could only sit on the ground. His originally blue eye had long been extinguished and he had no strength left.

Steve was also very tired at this moment. He took this opportunity to catch his breath and lay on the ground with his arms and legs spread out. He was not afraid of the bone wall breaking. After all, if he died, his strength would be restored, which was better than the half-dead state he was in now.

Wilson thoughtfully made a set of marble armor for everyone, including Tony Stark. Similarly, all the materials Wilson brought were used up, and he really couldn't even get a stone out.

And what about Tony Stark himself? His own armor had completely lost its self-repairing function due to damage exceeding 50%. Now, he could only manage to fly with such a tattered suit.

Everyone fell into an unusually silent atmosphere, silently watching the rain fall through the cracks and splash onto their bodies. No one said anything discouraging, but everyone knew that this was an extremely desperate situation.

The villagers all held their weapons tightly, wore marble armor, and pursed their lips. Their fatigue could not hide the fanaticism in their eyes.

They have made sufficient preparations for sacrifice, just to send a few more monsters to roll in hell with them. They wonder if those monsters can still be arrogant again after being soaked in the magma with them in the boiling hell?

The sound of bones breaking became clearer and clearer. The sweat on Shans's forehead was gradually unable to be covered by even the rain. He almost forced himself to hold on to his willpower so as not to faint, but this only delayed him a little.

Those bones finally broke, and the exploded fragments knocked down the zombies in the front. They wailed as they were pierced by the fragments, but soon more of their kind stepped over their bodies. Those who fell down no longer had the chance to wail. They were trampled into meat paste, making one sticky sound after another.

Some remaining uncontrolled fragments also scraped past Steve and the others. The good bone fragments, which had been intentionally weakened by Sans, had little lethality to begin with, and coupled with the weakening of the marble armor, only a few blood marks were scraped from everyone's body.

Only when a small cut was made on Tony Stark's body, no scarlet blood flowed out, but it was quickly repaired.

How could Tony Stark not implant some biological nanorobots in his body? These small robots made him no longer as weak as before. Even if they were not as resistant to impact and self-repairing as the latest generation of armor, at least compared to the sophisticated armor he made for the first time, they already had considerable defensive capabilities, and the self-repair function was not bad.

He glanced at a fallen lazy skeleton, picked it up, and placed it together with the doctor in the armor that had transformed into a box with only the flying function left.

Although it's a bit crowded and uncomfortable, there's no way to have any better conditions under this special situation.

Just as everyone was preparing to launch the final charge, a small black figure appeared in front of everyone.

The moment Steve saw the other person, he almost couldn't control the corners of his lips that kept rising. He even wanted to take off all his equipment and weapons and jump into the group of zombies to cheer, and then get up from his bed and do the same action again.

Those who can be resurrected are willful, and even their ideas of cheering are different from others.

Tony Stark also breathed a sigh of relief immediately. Without even realizing it, he leaned against the box very tiredly. Not to mention standing, he was too lazy to even move.

He subconsciously believed that this matter was over and would not cause any more trouble, and they were destined to win.

Wilson also breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he had always had an impression of this famous senior in the group. Although Wilson had been in the group for quite some time, due to his own personality, he had not taught many people well in the group, so he had hardly spoken to the ghost.

Murakuji didn't quite understand why they all breathed a sigh of relief. He still held his weapon, but he had a vague premonition in his heart.

After all, he had heard of ghosts before. The surviving villagers made up stories about the ghosts and described them vividly. In fact, to a certain extent, the popularity of ghost story picture books is even greater than Steve's autobiography, even though it has only been to this world once.

It’s not for any other reason, but even the most depressed villagers need hope and fantasy.

So the villagers also began to whisper, eager to see a miracle.

"ghost!"

As a result, among a bunch of surprised people, it was Kong who shouted out first. He breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, and kept saying that it was great, it was great that no more people died, it was great that no more fighting was going on, he could finally have a good rest.

As this thought arose in his mind, he fell down with a jerk. Black lines quietly began to climb up his body, trying to occupy Kong's mind for a short time.

In fact, until now, the relationship between Kong and this mutated void was just coexistence, rather than complete control. However, after sensing a familiar breath, it immediately shrank into a coin, shrank into the element bottle, added two locks on the outside, one green and one yellow, and then lay motionless as if dead.

Of course the ghost noticed this little detail, but it didn't care. It looked at all the miserable people. It seemed as if there was some fire colliding in the empty container, sharp souls were howling, and even the little bees that had always been well-behaved and would never show up unless there was any trophy, began to get restless.

As one of the symbiotic creatures of the void, they will naturally be angry when ghosts are angry, sad when ghosts are sad, and happy when ghosts are happy.

Green seemed to have sensed his father's pure rage as well. The scarlet scepter on his back calmly floated into his hand and ignited a black flame.

Chunchun also took up his weapon and prepared to defend God's dignity.

Like, killing the damned ones who made God angry.

189 The wrath of the gods can destroy even a million lives in a blink of an eye.

The little knight stood in front of the monster, motionless, and everyone else followed suit.

Its cape seemed to be lifted by a nonexistent wind, and black liquid flowed from its eye sockets.

The monster let out a low roar, and no matter how those holding tridents urged it, it stood there trembling motionlessly. They were in fear, fear from the bottom of their hearts.

All the villagers also felt a pain in their brains, but under the control of the Knight, the white souls mixed into the rain, washing away the effects of the void breath spreading over them.

But there is no such thing as showing mercy to monsters.

Black liquid flowed out of their eye sockets neatly, and the hoarse roar gradually turned into a violent roar, but soon turned into a low wail, and finally into a tiny whimper.

More and more black liquid flowed out of their eye sockets, and finally the black liquid was like asphalt, first wrapping around their legs, and then gradually piling up, as if to drown them.

Everyone looked at this scene in shock, and no one was speechless.

Only Tony Stark silently mobilized the nanorobots to make a temporary high-definition video recorder to record all of this. He hesitated for a moment and still classified this scene into the category of cute little knight instead of the weakness investigation of the God of Void next door.

Anyway, the end result is to watch it repeatedly.

As time went by, the black liquid flowing from their eyes became less and less, and at this time, half of their bodies were completely buried in the black liquid. They faced the direction of the ghost and were completely solidified there, as if they were worshiping the ghost, worshiping with their lives.

When the last drop of black liquid flowed out, the battlefield was silent. Except for the sound of rain washing, it was silent as if nothing had happened.

Only millions of corpses were wrapped in black liquid, standing upright in this place where war once took place. The uneven stones, the never-ending stream, and the scattered purple obsidian made these dead guys look like some kind of wonderful works of art.

Only three drowned corpses who knelt on the ground, held their heads in their hands and put down their weapons, barely survived. Although their bodies were also covered with thick black liquid, they were still alive.

It resolved the war with ease, and it couldn't even be said that it had put in any effort, which meant that it had become stronger. However, everyone in the chat group only had such feelings at most, and had not really thought about where the upper limit of the ghost was.

After all, in a test paper with only 100 points, everyone can only see the full-mark answers, but cannot see the meaning behind these full-mark answers.

The ghost looked straight at everything it had created. At this moment, the originally turbulent void became calm, as calm as a mirror-like lake.

Some bees emerged from under its cloak. These black bees emerged in the pouring rain, but when they saw that the monsters had neither disappeared nor dropped any spoils, they flapped their wings and shrank back miserably. Only a small number of bees would occasionally poke their heads out from under the cloak, squeeze into a line, and after making sure that there was nothing, they would shrink back and then poke their heads out again. After repeating this three times, they probably gave up and shrank back into the cloak completely.

When the ghost saw the three drowned corpses that were still alive, he calmly stepped through the black substance. The amazing thing was that all the black substance shrank at the moment it was about to touch it, making way for it.

"ghost."

Tony Stark shouted with some worry, but he also found his worry a little funny. What they tried their best to do but couldn't accomplish, the ghost could easily solve just by standing there, so he said nothing in the end.

Steve was happily scrolling through the group chat.

[World Manipulator] A passionate master of construction: Ghost is the best in the world! Ghost is the strongest!

If you count carefully, there are at least dozens of them, so much so that several people who didn't come over were also alarmed.

Apart from anything else, just this mentality, apart from the cells that are also wrapped in black liquid and trying to pull themselves out, there is no one else in the group who is better or happier than him.

The ghost was still moving forward slowly. It walked in front of one of the three drowned corpses. It rarely raised the sign, but spoke instead. Its voice was very small, but still loud enough for the people behind it to hear, just not clearly.

"Why did you give up?"

Yes, the other party did not die here not because of kindness or any other reasons, but simply because they had no will to resist, so the ghost subconsciously bypassed them. Ghosts never kill people who do not resist at all. This is why Zuo Te was able to survive after attacking it, because it did not think that it was an attack.

However, before the other party could speak, a large amount of black liquid flowed out of his eyes again. The empty words further caused the void resonance inside his body, which completely destroyed his spirit and soul, as well as his body.

The only three survivors kneeling on the ground were completely destroyed. Not even their bodies were left as they evaporated into the air, and a trident fell with a clang.

The ghost raised his head silently and looked at the other two. The other two drowned corpses lowered their heads even lower, full of submission and flattery.

A large number of bees flew out from the cloak underneath it. Each bee touched the trident one by one, then raised the trident happily and stuffed it into the void.

At this moment, everyone except Steve was stunned. They had never thought that ghosts could speak, although their voices were a little halting, but every word was clear.

However, the ghost did not notice his companion's daze. It changed its target and walked towards another drowned corpse.

The unfortunate man trembled even more violently, but this did not stop the ghost.

Why did you give up?

The same problem appeared on the ghost's sign. The ghost looked at him with empty eyes. He only dared to look up at the sign and did not dare to shift his gaze at all. Whenever he looked into the ghost's eyes, he only felt an endless abyss and bone-chilling cold.

This made him, who had already lost his will to fight, feel even more fearful.

As a creature that had died twice, he shouldn't have felt this way, but this seemingly adorable creature before him was a monster far beyond him, and there was no shame in feeling fear in the face of a monster.

He comforted himself in this way, and then spoke carefully.

190 The Truth of War and Defective Goods

"Because we are already the lost dogs of the war, as long as we are allowed to survive, it is not shameful or embarrassing to join the strong..."

This language is still a bit flowery, but it already shows a mature system. Unlike other monsters whose communication language is just a simple change of tone, he is simply an outlier among monsters, and there are more than one such outliers.

This amazing discovery quickly attracted the attention of Steve and Murakami, especially Steve.

Because the monsters they have encountered so far are obviously much less intelligent than the villagers. Although they have initial obedience and can react to changes on the battlefield, they can even launch sneak attacks and make strategies.

But let alone establishing a complete language, they don't even have their own culture. They just plunder blindly and even retain some monster instincts, such as fearlessness of death, thirst for flesh and blood, and extra phototaxis.

To use a less appropriate metaphor, they are a nomadic people at the primitive level, relying entirely on plundering to obtain the resources they need for survival.

But the other party's words overturned this theory. Perhaps the civilization possessed by the monsters was no weaker than theirs, but the ones they came into contact with had not yet developed complete intelligence.

Steve couldn't help it, and forced himself to muster up the courage to pass through the layers of obstacles formed by corpses and came to the front of the monster. He picked up the monster without hesitation, pinched the other party's neck, and the expression on his face was extremely ferocious.

"Tell me, why are you attacking us? Why can you speak? And they can't. Tell me!"

The drowned corpse felt uncomfortable being held by him. If he had not died twice, he would have suffocated in just a moment, but now he was just uncomfortable.

He swayed his legs in the air a few times, but he still didn't dare to open his eyes, for fear that he would see the real monster if he opened his eyes. He spoke in panic.

"We were exiled, along with the defective products."

Steve was furious. "That's not a reason for you to attack us. I need to hear the full reason. And you haven't told me yet. Why can you speak? They can't. Why do you call them defective goods?"

The drowned corpse trembled for a long time and couldn't say a word. He didn't dare to say anything because he was afraid that the consequences would be worse than death. He knew the reason very well, but he didn't dare not say it. After all, his life was in the hands of the other party and there was a monster next to him.

The fear of death and the threat of monsters completely destroyed his already limited sanity.

"I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything. Please stay away from me. Please stay away from me. I don't want to be here. Please stay away from me."

He spoke incoherently, completely discarding the little airs he had maintained before, and his words were mixed with cries of collapse. The little knight only took a glance and knew that this was a sign that the other party had been penetrated by the void and would die completely.

The noisy appearance could not bring any answers, which was annoying, and Steve needed answers, so he had to stay alive.

This thought flashed through the ghost's mind, and it looked up at the drowned corpse. Black liquid began to flow out of his eyes again, but this time it did not slide down randomly. Instead, it engraved fine lines on the other's body.