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[No attack on friends]

The ghost didn't say much, just left this sentence. Green looked at the guy in the distance who had no respect for his father, and the anger that had originally subsided a little burned uncontrollably again.

Such a guy is worthy of being my father's friend. I'm afraid he has used some deceptive means.

He was full of malice and made the lowest assumptions about others. At this moment, he felt that the show-off guy wrapped in armor was not so annoying after all.

The cell man who had just taken out his weapon and was ready for a big battle looked at the word "friends" on the sign, sneered in his heart, and retracted his weapon.

Friends, what friends? He doesn’t have any friends.

He only needs to walk alone on this dead island, kill four people alone, live alone, and finally die alone.

228 Daily Chat Group

[God of the Void] Ghost: Won’t you come over?

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: Although 1000 points is very tempting, I am still busy with the social activities between the two tribes, so I will not go to join in the fun.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: Although I feel that I am also tempted, I can't let go of the experiment at hand. I have been busy for a long time and will see the results soon. By the way, @The nameless person who was nailed in the coffin, remember to collect the red envelope, I have prepared something for you.

Tony Stark yawned loudly, took off his gloves, special glasses and headgear, and took two steps forward. Dense machines immediately spread out from all around him, sealing him inside and disinfecting him.

Although his current physical fitness is beyond the reach of ordinary people, these practices are still quite dangerous. If he develops some deadly bacteria, it will be really troublesome.

He casually scratched his messy hair, leaned tiredly against the slightly soft wall made of special materials, yawned loudly, and fell into a deep sleep.

He hadn't slept for almost a month or two, and the exhaustion in his soul could not be resisted for long.

However, this break was not destined to last long. He had already set the alarm clock. After a brief break, he would quickly get up again and plunge into the intense experiment again.

For those poor souls who haven't recovered from their mineral sickness yet.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: I received the things, thank you very much.

The doctor was satisfied after opening the red envelope. He looked at the two inconspicuous bracelets that were sent to him and put them on his hands. He clenched his fists, his expression gradually became panic-stricken, and his loose doctoral uniform tightened at a speed visible to the naked eye. He suddenly threw a spinning punch and hit the sandbag next to him.

This sandbag made of special leather exploded into scattered sand in an instant, and not even a piece of intact leather was left.

Silver-Gray, who was attracted by the static movement, watched all this with a gloomy face, leaning on his scepter. The sandbag was quite strong, and it would be difficult for him to do any damage to it if he relied on brute force alone. Moreover, he did not think that the doctor was only capable of this, because the other party was not testing his strength, but seemed to be restraining something.

Perhaps the trade cooperation between Rhodes Island and Kalan could be closer.

He pondered, as if he had made up his mind, and raised a slightly dangerous smile, like a leopard ready to show its sharp claws at any time.

Ally, since you are going to show me the greater potential of Rhodes Island, how about I invest more?

The doctor, who was testing a bracelet that could restrain his power and prevent him from wreaking havoc, naturally noticed SilverAsh's arrival a long time ago. He did so on purpose for a better tomorrow.

In order to cooperate more closely.

[Workers in All Heavens and Worlds] It’s Chala, not Zhua: I would like to come here too, but my mission is not over yet, which is to help a chef in the late Qing Dynasty get the golden kitchen utensils, successfully rescue his grandfather, and protect everyone. This problem gives me a headache, because I am not allowed to ****. Forget it, anyway, this is not the most ridiculous one in the mission, I just lie down and accept it.

【Seven Deadly Sins of Gluttony】SIX: I can’t get through, my neck is very long, there are many ceramic people

[World Manipulator] Avid Architect: What's going on? Are you having trouble over there, Ghost? Do you need help? If so, I'm here. If not, I'm busy here too.

[God of the Void] Ghost: No difficulty.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: It seems so. When I think about the fact that I might need other people's help in this matter, I just feel a chill. If you can't handle it, I'm afraid we will all be slaughtered if we put it on our side.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : That's not necessarily true. Don't be so pessimistic. After all, when have you ever seen a ghost deal with difficult emotions? Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses.

【World Manipulator】Fanatical Architect: That’s true.

Steve said it easily, but in fact he also encountered a big problem. More and more new villagers appeared in this world. Logically speaking, this was a good thing. After all, their manpower could finally be replenished, instead of having to search for their lost compatriots randomly in the world.

However, the minds of every newly born villager are not sound. They have better imagination, but less stable personalities. Although Steve had anticipated this, he did not expect it to come so early. He also did not expect that those newly born villagers, encouraged by Naxi, would desire to have their own names.

They want to establish a new system, no longer a situation where everyone is equal and has their own responsibilities.

But unfortunately, in most cases, as long as Steve coughed twice, those guys who had not yet grown strong would immediately lower their heads and fall silent.

Steve always felt that the current situation was not optimistic, but Murakuer and the others were indifferent. He once raised this issue and received a confused look from the other party.

They insist that as long as people are working for the villagers as a collective, they can be regarded as compatriots, and even if they have some minor flaws or defects, they can be tolerated.

The character of the villagers is much higher than that of ordinary creators. At least most creators cannot reach this level, including Steve before.

The reason why the villagers have been able to survive until now is because they have higher character and more united willpower than ordinary people, but the same may not be true for the newly born villagers. They may split, develop hatred, become lazy, or even betray others.

Human nature is more destructive than the people themselves.

The little knight closed the chat group and was climbing down the sewer with the cell man. According to him, he had almost worn out the previous route and now he wanted to go to some new places.

It also discovered some very interesting things, such as the opponent's Earthquake and its Desolate Dive have the same effect. Although it doesn't do much damage, it can shake the ground open.

It memorized the route while holding the map with its head down. Green and Pure slaughtered almost all the monsters that dared to offend them. At first, the cell people still had the intention of competing, but later they were happy to do so. They put their hands behind their heads, whistled in their hearts, and walked leisurely in places that were usually full of dangers.

229 First Encounter with the Giant

The smell here is even worse than on the ground.

As the ghost watched the yellow liquid flowing across the ground, the overwhelming and suffocating stench made it involuntarily shut down its sense of smell.

Is this also called the sewer?

It looked at the fallen corpses and recalled when it was just a container, also in a sewer. It was surrounded by insects wearing the same masks as it, and they were in a daze like wandering souls.

When it passed by them, those guys were just wandering around and didn't react at all.

Then there are the insects that can split. When they fall, they will split into two halves, one half flying and the other half running. They will pounce on it and bite it regardless of the cost. The first time it encountered it, it was caught off guard by the surprise attack.

There is another type, which is fat and sprints like a tram running at high speed. If you are not careful, it will turn into a shadow and can only wander around looking for a new body.

The years covered with black blood seemed to be getting farther and farther away from it. It could now even walk freely in almost dangerous places without even having to hold on to its bone nails tightly.

It's not that it misses something. It never misses anything. It just keeps moving forward with determination. The ghost just feels that too many things have changed and it has a hard time adapting.

[Yes, the dirty, smelly sewers, the sticky juices, the unbearable smells, and those unpredictable things]

The cell man was holding a dagger and scraping the wall. He replaced the bulky nutcracker. Anyway, judging from the performance of the two guys, there was a high probability that he would not need to take action.

He just needed to walk with people, chat, chew on some old chicken legs that he had found from somewhere, and make his way through. This kind of relaxing life was something he had never experienced before.

The two people's communication went all the way from the sewer to the cemetery, then to the wide cave, and finally came to a spacious cave.

Before they could get close, a strong smell of sulfur spread, and a burning breath overwhelmed them. The ghost stopped, and as if they had agreed beforehand, Chunchun and Green also stopped at the same time.

"Hey man, why are you standing there?"

The cell man who was excitedly preparing to step in looked at the three people standing still and could only regretfully take back his step forward.

[Powerful Warrior]

The ghost clearly sensed that there was a warrior with a powerful soul and worthy of respect inside. If it was still a container, it would probably be caught in a tough battle. Of course, this only applies to it after it entered the hall.

After showing this sentence to the other party, it stepped in without hesitation.

Their arrival startled the guy who had been sleeping and recuperating here. The ground began to shake continuously, and the rubble on the top of the cave, which was already a little unstable, fell down one after another.

The ghost stood motionless on the wide platform. It stretched out its hand and grasped its bone nail, waiting for the opponent to appear, and then pulled it out to challenge. In a sense, the ghost was eager to fight, to fight with powerful warriors, even if the opponent's strength might be insignificant to it now, but it still showed a fanatical interest in challenging this primitive competition.

Perhaps it is because it has been climbing out of the abyss by stepping on the corpses of its compatriots since its birth, and then stepped on the corpses of those who attacked it, ascended to the throne of God, and became the supreme god.

Fighting has become an instinct engraved in the ghost's empty soul. This fanatical instinct has even slightly affected its purity, which is why it has never tried to resurrect its fellow container beings.

It's not that they are afraid of having their power divided, but they are afraid that the resurrected container has no will of its own and is only filled with fanatical fighting instincts.

What's more, it is no longer the guy who had just mastered the power at the beginning. Now it is the void, and the void is it.

It is true that an overly scattered and huge body is difficult to control, just like it is impossible for a person to precisely control every hair on his or her body.

The huge skeleton that the cell man had seen on the beheading platform emerged from the magma pool with difficulty and let out a roar.

The giant looked at Cell with uncontrollable rage in his eyes. The overwhelming hatred was conveyed through the ghost's perception, which was no less than Radiance's will to not be forgotten.

"You! You damn bastard! Tell me! Are you planning to use despicable means to siege me like before? That's right, that's right. I shouldn't have had any illusions about you from the beginning. There is no choice between us! It can only be a fight to the death!"

The angry roar made Cell feel a little confused, but that little bit of confusion was quickly replaced by anger. He arrogantly raised his middle finger to the other party. Even though no expression could be seen, the provocation in it was still there.

However, because of his memory of yesterday, he suppressed this confusion in his heart instead of completely forgetting it in his mind.

The ghost just calmly took two steps forward. As the ghost took two steps forward, Chunchun and Green unexpectedly retreated.

Because they understand each other deeply, it is unfair that the ghost does not care whether he is alone during the challenge or has the help of companions.

For ghosts, there is only victory and defeat.

However, when you are alone in a relatively fair and just competition, the sense of accomplishment you get is far greater than that obtained in a multiplayer melee.

"I come, to challenge you."

The cell man was pushed aside by the ghost. Just as he was about to raise his middle finger at the person's inexplicable behavior, he was startled by the person's sudden words.

The cell man really wanted to fight the giant, but now he was frightened by the ghost, and he began to think about what had happened in the past. The scattered memories whetted his appetite, but the gap between the memories was not enough to make him have too much identification with his own identity.

More importantly, I felt an indescribable resonance with the history of this kingdom.

The huge skeleton coughed heavily twice, and the rocks in the sky shook more frequently, but the ghost simply pulled out the bone nails on his back and flicked the stones away like a piece of cake.

It looked at the opponent in front of it with a serious expression, waiting for the other party's reply.

"You don't belong in this kingdom."

The giant repeated this sentence over and over again as if he had confirmed something, and then nodded.

"Then I have nothing to worry about. Come, fight, fight in this kingdom that has been burned to ashes. This is the only thing left of our kingdom."

Whenever he spoke of the kingdom, his tone was always filled with a unique pride, even though this pride quickly faded and turned into a more sad emotion, but the ghost still sensed that he was relieved, as if he was satisfied that he no longer had to face the painful facts and was about to be freed from the current situation.

230 Ghost vs. Giant, an Easy Battle

Green and Chunchun retreated to the back, with their weapons behind their backs, standing straight and watching. They believed that the ghost would definitely win the battle, so they just had to watch and see it win.

Although the cell man wanted to plan a group fight, after all, he was often beaten by those half-dead things on the road, but this very tempting idea that made him eager to try was completely dispelled after he saw Green and Pure's gazes focused on him.

Are you kidding? He didn't want to be beaten up by two people. It would be difficult for him to fight one guy of this level, and if he fought two, the only outcome would be physical necrosis.

So he could only hold his face, find a suitable terrain that was away from the lava but could see the battle, and sit down there. This action made Green look back.

He hated this kind of guy who had no respect for his father's battle.

However, my father himself didn't mind being watched by a clown. He could only suppress his depression and pretend that he didn't see it.

The ghost tried hard to raise his head and stand on tiptoe, but there was still a huge gap between him and the opponent's fist, not to mention the overall size.

"let's start."

The giant's deep and slightly old voice echoed in this cave, which was too empty for ghosts and too narrow for him, raising his state to the highest level.

The ghost nodded. It realized that the other party's physical condition might not be at its peak, but the other party's soul was extremely vigorous, which was enough to make up for those insignificant differences.

Almost at the moment the ghost nodded, huge fists came one after another, and the violent wind whistled past, lifting a corner of the cloak, and the ghost's figure was no longer there.

A pure black object came into the giant's eyes, and the tiny bone nails hit his hand firmly. The slight pain made him unresponsive. He raised his hand high and hammered it heavily on the ground that was strong enough. A large amount of magma gushed out from the cracks in the ground due to the squeezing.

The ground, which was already slightly hot, was like a boiling iron plate, burning any creature that dared to stay on it.

The ghost took two steps back, spread its black wings, and hovered in the air.

At this moment, the ghost and the giant's vision finally maintained a certain degree of equality.

The scorching laser immediately shot out from the opponent's eyes, which inevitably reminded the ghost of his previous opponent, except that the opponent's laser was shot out from the mouth, which is indeed somewhat similar in a sense.

Of course, this distraction only lasted for a moment, not to mention that the vast consciousness possessed by the Void could be divided into more than a dozen parts to apply this instinctive reaction to combat. If the ghost had not been unable to get used to that kind of wonderful amount of thinking, he could have split himself into more than a dozen and used them.

Two orange lasers intersected and converged to chase it, but it was completely in vain. No matter how fast the reaction and prediction were, they could only fall on the black shadow, and did not even touch the opponent's cloak.

Orange, machine-like patterns lit up on the opponent's arm, and a large number of energy balls were released aimlessly from the huge palm. Faced with this not-so-intensive attack, the ghost didn't even need to escape into the void. It flew through those gaps and crevices easily like a light breeze.

Void spells were also gathering in its hands. Almost as soon as the opponent's laser stopped and it took a few breaths tiredly, it threw out the spells gathered in its hands without hesitation. Before the opponent could raise his hand to block it, he was immediately hit by a shadow shock.

The void spell corroded the opponent's skeleton mercilessly, and the head that was already full of cracks was immediately covered with pits and traces of corrosion, which prompted him to roar even more violently.

He raised his hands high and hung them on the ground at the same time. The entire mine seemed to begin to vibrate, and the squeezed magma column jumped higher and higher.

Stones began to fall from above.