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Of course, the prerequisite is that it does not harm him or make him feel disgusted or averse.

Tony Stark just sat there, and in front of him was a transparent bluish virtual screen, floating in the air in his hands.

The picture shown above is very real, without any sense of illusion.

After all, war is fought for information. Even if he is only a layman compared to a doctor in the field of war, he still knows the basic things he should know.

He saw those ugly zombies with big heads and eyes slowly gathering together. They were not agitated, but just stood there crookedly, and the number of them kept increasing.

This phenomenon made him curl his lips. To be honest, he actually wanted to take the initiative to attack. Passive defense was not his character, but the doctor rejected his opinion. He seemed to have reached a consensus with Sunflower, and both preferred passive defense.

The doctor was collecting information and data to complete the database about the other party. As for the sunflower, he was used to such days through the repetition day after day. Besides, plants tend to exert greater combat effectiveness when they have taken root, so he never thought of taking the initiative to attack.

"What's going on?" The doctor who had just finished discussing the strategy came over and asked someone.

"Look for yourself. How can I explain it clearly if you ask me? Should I tell you something as obvious as a bunch of zombies gathered together?" Tony Stark rolled his eyes and swiped his hands, causing the screen to grow larger.

"No, sometimes the obvious is incredibly important information. Even I can't understand everything just by looking at a screen."

The doctor then said something comforting, then stared at the screen. The zombies on the screen did not move, so they remained patient and did not move.

The ghost had stood behind the two of them at some point, standing on tiptoe to try to see something clearly. Green and Pure looked at each other at the same time, and both stretched out their hands, intending to let the ghost sit on their shoulders. Although the two did not say anything, the atmosphere between them was obviously more tense, and neither of them wanted to miss this opportunity to show off.

As for the ghost himself, he didn't notice their little movements at all, because Tony Stark had already released a small aircraft that flew over unsteadily. He held up a sign, said thank you to the people, stepped on it, and was carried floating in the air. Tiny black tentacles extended from under the cloak, firmly fixing it on the aircraft and controlling its direction.

Green and Chunchun fell silent at the same time. This unexpected outcome meant that neither of them gained any benefit. Chunchun was able to restrain himself well, but Green did not. As a result, Tony Stark thoroughly experienced what it meant to be looked at with an uneasy gaze.

Fortunately, it was just a glance, and Green still knew his limits. Besides, in the end, only he and that annoying Pure would be with his father. These unnecessary anger would only add to the troubles.

So he calmly convinced himself.

Tony Stark had no idea that his unintentional action had caused some people's anger, but even if he knew, he probably wouldn't care. He made the screen a little bigger to make it easier for the ghost to see.

The little knight actually couldn't understand. The only thing he could see clearly was how many enemies he needed to kill. However, he didn't come here to see clearly. He just came closer out of curiosity, as a normal creature should.

Yes, curiosity, the three wishes promised by the chat group were not empty talk. Without it knowing it itself, the insect side of it was infinitely magnified. This was the main reason why it could maintain its self until now and not be assimilated or swallowed up by the divinity.

But there is another reason, which is that it has never considered itself to be the so-called supreme god. It believes that the God of the Void is just a title it obtained after fighting its way out of the heavy siege. It is the same concept as the so-called King of Shadows and God of Gods, just a title.

Xiaoliu, who had always had little presence, pulled his yellow hood tighter and looked up at the ghost flying in the sky. After looking up for a moment, he began to look around for a place to climb.

Even in a completely harmless situation like this, she wasn't someone who would just sit there and wait for death.

As for the cell man, he simply lay down on the soft grass and fell asleep. As time began to pass, his normal side gradually emerged, and reactions of hunger, fatigue, and pain appeared one by one.

Now he could no longer chop off the heads of those monsters with a knife while his belly was half rotten. Besides, he couldn't do that. Although he was often angry and almost wanted to pick up the knife to chop those annoying things to death, this time, the dead were really dead.

He was still thinking about the final reward the system would give him. As long as he didn't kill any monsters in the process of saving the island, all those who died from the plague would wake up again, including the children and mothers. Faced with such a reward, he really had no way to give up.

As for Kong, he was a little embarrassed and wanted to pull Barbasto, who was asking Himawari questions, but it was obvious that he failed.

"You know what sunflowers are? Don't they have their own unique name?"

"How can there be such a thing?"

"Mind if I give you a name?"

"mind."

"So what's your gender? Your voice sounds so gentle, I can't tell whether it's male or female."

"I can have characteristics of both genders at the same time. After all, I am a plant."

"In a sense, it's truly magical. Although I've seen some flowers that are very good at hitting people with their giant crowns? Or trees? Anyway, whatever it is, I haven't seen any plants that can communicate."

"Well, now you've seen it."

"...What an awkward question and answer."

Barbatos smiled nonchalantly and turned to look for his next target to harm.

248 The War Is About to Begin

There were some faint movements in the place where the zombies gathered, and these movements were seen clearly by the ghosts.

Even the sounds were perfectly reproduced. Faced with those noisy sounds, Tony Stark was fully capable of separating all the audio and sound tracks separately, and he did so. Those messy words eventually turned into scattered conversations and became the source of silence between the doctor and Tony Stark.

The zombie who had been holding the newspaper in his palm and reading it without turning it over was now turning his head to talk to the zombie next door who was carrying an iron bucket, chatting about family matters like an ordinary person.

He seemed to cherish the newspaper in his hand very much, and even held it very lightly, for fear of causing the slightest wrinkle. Even so, under the wind and rain, the newspaper was irreversibly corroded and dirty, and he was worried about this.

"Tie Tong, look at my newspaper. It has lost its original luster. I am really sad about this."

He kept talking, and there was even a strange literary tone in his voice.

Tietong struggled to turn his stiff eyeballs and glanced at the newspaper-reading zombie. He tried hard to turn his slightly stiff brain, recalling Dr. Zombie King's instructions to them, and tried hard to speak to people in a gentle tone.

"Why should you be sad? Maybe you will leave before him."

"Yes, just like a newspaper will shred, life will eventually wither. Perhaps in this war, I will reach the end of my zombie career. Although I have already reached the end of my life before this, every time I reach the critical moment of life and death, sadness is always inevitable."

Tietong finally turned his eyes around, and now his two eyeballs were almost together, making him look cross-eyed. He just stared at the newspaper-reading zombie, trying hard to look kind.

But unfortunately, after he finally changed his perspective, the newspaper-reading zombie finished his words and left contentedly.

He was left standing there stupidly, trying to turn his eyes back.

"Do you think we will win?" The football zombie asked the ordinary zombie beside him as per tradition.

"have no idea."

"Will this war end after this?"

"have no idea."

"Will we survive?"

"have no idea."

After all the questions he had racked his brains for were asked, he felt that he should have completed the task that Dr. Zhuang Wang had asked him to do, but then he thought of something else and quickly said thank you.

After all, the doctor said that one must say thank you after asking a question. Even though he didn't know what the two words meant, it didn't prevent him from carrying out Dr. Zhuang Wang's orders.

"Thank you."

"have no idea."

When the football zombie saw that his thank you was answered again, he immediately added a thank you, and the other party responded with an "I don't know". It seemed that there was still a long period of communication between the two of them. At least before the war started, nothing could disturb them.

There are countless examples like this. This conversation, which originally seemed slightly funny, is not funny at all when placed on the eve of war.

"This is a war, right?" the doctor asked softly.

"Yes," Tony Stark replied firmly. "This is war, a life-or-death struggle between two races, a battle for survival."

The doctor glanced at the people, then at the zany zombies on the monitor, and continued his questioning, his tone becoming noticeably more serious. "Yes, this is a war between two races, a life-or-death struggle. So why? Why are they acting like... like all our meticulous preparations, all our thoughts, all our plans have become a joke?"

The doctor's chest rose and fell noticeably, and uncontrollable anger was brewing in his chest. The other party's attitude of treating war as a joke really annoyed him. After all, he had seen too many wars, too many deaths, and too many human tragedies caused by war. He wanted to point at the other party's head and ask, after causing so many sacrifices and killing so many compatriots, how could they still maintain such blind optimism.

Why did all the sacrifices become worthless? It seemed like a joke in their eyes. They survived by stepping on the corpses of their predecessors, but the words between the lines were full of trampling on the victims of the war.

But after a while, he felt that his anger was ridiculous, because he thought of a lovely girl, Ke'ebai. Although she was cute and too reliable, they had something in common. It was difficult for them to understand some heavy things, and they lived in this world easily and freely.

"Calm down." Steve, who had been watching from the side and had no real sense of presence, finally couldn't help but interrupt. Apart from anything else, he was also good at smoothing things over, something he was always good at.

"Hey, no." He shouted so loudly that the cellmate lying on the ground was startled and jumped up, looking over here with big eyes full of confusion.

"Old Xiang, bah, Old Kui, bah, forget it, Old Sunflower...that Sunflower, aren't you facing such a bullshit opponent? You've been fighting for so many years, is it really that serious? I'm telling you, in a fight, you can't let up, and you can't be timid. Whoever is timid will lose. Just rush in and fight. With the IQ of the other party, if he falls into the trap, he probably won't be able to react."

He was talking nonsense. After all, he was no longer the innocent young man he used to be. The battles that needed to be fought had been fought, and those who needed to be buried had been buried. If a battle could be won by rushing in with courage, then the deaths of those villagers would be too worthless.

The doctor could clearly tell that he was talking nonsense, but the little anger he had left was completely wiped out by the other party's actions and tossing.

He was just about to make a few jokes to express that he was fine, but the noise on the surveillance screen suddenly became frighteningly loud, drawing everyone's attention back.

No, there was no need for a surveillance screen anymore, because the enemy's number and surging footsteps made it clear to them from far away. The ground was shaking, dust was flying, and all the plants immediately returned to their places, including the nut wall that Tony Stark had been sitting on.

They arranged themselves in predetermined formations, looked into the distance with determined eyes, and prepared for a desperate fight.

249 The Frustrated Tony Stark

The attack of those things was not orderly, only slightly better than that overwhelming army of brainless monsters. At least there was a zombie leading the charge with a fairly elaborate flag, but there was no formation or strategy, just like a group of brainless reckless men.

These words came from the mouth of Tony Stark, who was leaning on the chair formed by his own creation, mocking those things mercilessly.

The doctor understood the hidden meaning of the words, so he rarely joined in the conversation.

"I have the right to think that they have no brains themselves, and are not much of a living being."

Steve understood at this point, because before they started the mission, they thought that what they were going to face were just some brainless monsters, just like the zombies before, or those conspirators who didn't use their brains for the right purpose.

They have no concept of showing mercy to people like that.

But what about the zombies? No matter how hideous their appearance, it couldn't hide the fact that they were as pure as a blank slate. Although it was absurd to say it, a creature that slaughtered an entire race of another actually deserved sympathy.

But just as humans always have some extra care for cats and dogs, they also always have some extra sympathy for people with intellectual disabilities.

Especially Tony Stark, who, like Sora, possesses the most simple and essential goodness. Even if he uses his venomous tongue to cover it up, he cannot erase the fact that this is a fact.

Any thinking creature is always difficult to understand. Even in the same situation, facing the same person, they can behave like two different people due to some subtle reasons or a subtle movement.

Complex thoughts bring prosperity but also endless distress.

Tony Stark couldn't help but have this kind of thought that shouldn't have occurred, so the doctor tried to convince Tony Stark that the other party was just a monster, or even just a thing.

They may have succeeded, at least now, Tony Stark has calmed down.

The monster carrying the flag rushed to the front, even though he didn't have any protective gear to cover himself. Even the guy standing behind him had an iron bucket on his head, so naturally his fragile defense was quickly torn apart. But until he fell, he didn't take a single step back.

"Do you think they are respectable enemies?"

Sora turned his head and asked them in a low voice, as if he was also asking himself.

"I do not know."

Steve answered sincerely, which was rare, without any nonsense. The doctor didn't say anything, and Tony Stark just looked down at the picture on the surveillance screen without answering.

I don’t know whether I can’t answer or I simply don’t want to answer.

"Follow your heart. The wind may not guide you, but your heart will surely give you the answer. Besides, we have to win this battle before we talk about respect."

Barbatos gave a rare serious explanation. He plucked the strings of his guitar, as if he wanted to turn this epic war into an interesting piece of music to be sung forever. Even though, as a projection, he was destined not to bring the song back to his hometown, nor to let everyone hear it, it didn't matter. As long as he had witnessed, understood, and experienced all this grandeur, he would remember it forever before Kong died.

Kong glanced at the man, curved his eyes, squinted his eyes, and smiled quite gently. He has always been like this, so in the continent of Teyvat, he gained friendship and respect, applause and recognition.

Perhaps this is why he still trusts Barbatos at times. The lazy and idle god also has his glorious side.

But this attitude only lasted for a short time. The next moment, Kong just wanted to cover his face, unwilling to admit that he knew the other person.

"Do you want me to hang a little wind in the sky and play a song for you to cheer you up? Anyway, I feel that I am just a little bit of wind, and with so many people here, I can only be a cheerleader for you."

"Are you sure he's reliable?" Steve's expression was indescribably strange. He winked at Sora and couldn't stop complaining. "I don't think he's as reliable as the guy lying next to him, almost asleep."

Sora knew who the other person was talking about without turning around. After all, almost everyone except Cell was there.

So he couldn't help but cover his face to avoid losing the last bit of face.

The casual chat came to an abrupt end with Tony Stark's exclamation. The damage inflicted on the opponent by all his weapons and methods was not as great as that of a pea!

No matter what kind of weapon it was, whether it was an ordinary machine gun, artillery, or the latest energy weapon, none of them were as tall as a pea, and it was difficult to even scratch the opponent's skin. The violent explosion fell on the zombie group, but only lifted the grass. He suspected that in this case, the damage caused by tripping due to the destruction of the terrain was greater than the damage caused by the weapons themselves.

In the end, the only way to cause massive damage was to rush forward in armor and engage in one-on-one combat with those damn zombies. Even the energy knives were useless, and you could only tear them apart with your bare hands.

The most outrageous thing is that you may not be able to win by tearing it apart with your bare hands. The opponent's claws, which look even weaker than ordinary people's hands, can easily lift the iron sheet and even scratch through it with just two more scratches. If it weren't for his special design that doesn't require a main control chip, I'm afraid the two claws would be completely scrapped.

Can you believe this? Nothing could be more outrageous than this.

"Stark, don't waste your energy trying. Let's just fight in close combat."

The doctor's expression instantly became serious. In such a short period of contact, he had already seen a lot of things, including the opponent's physical strength, threat level, speed, and special abilities.

All zombies have one thing in common, which is that they are immune to any technological creations. Plants are considered a new life form and are therefore not within the scope of immunity.

No wonder humans in this world have been defeated so badly. It turns out it’s some kind of innate restraint.

When he told this to Tony Stark, the other party's eyes flickered obviously, and then he took a deep breath.

"I've thought about so many times I've been humiliated. After all, this isn't rare. Last time, and the time before that, I was so embarrassed I can barely count them all. But this is the first time I've encountered a situation like this. But you don't need to comfort me. Who am I, Tony Stark? Isn't it just biotechnology? I've done some research, but I just never felt I could use it. Now it seems I'm just too limited."