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250 Crazy Neighbors, Hidden Facts and Truth

The fighting on the battlefield was extremely fierce. Cell held two symmetrical spears and placed a tower under his feet, shooting bullets at an astonishing rate. He also threw out a magnet-shaped magnetic device from his hand from time to time, which effectively confiscated the iron barrels and iron fences of the nearby zombies, and even took away the hat of the football zombie.

The ghost's black void spell never stopped. It found that its void spells seemed to have involuntarily added some spells that it had never seen before. One of them was quite similar to the dream gate. The difference was that it did not need to leave a mark, as long as it had an impression of that place, it could open a door and pass through.

These spells gave it a familiar feeling, a bit like the mustachioed human it had seen that time, but the compact battlefield did not allow it to be dazed, so it did not continue to think about it.

Along with the blazing flames that burst out from the black void spell and some kind of white spell, complex patterns were quickly constructed in the air, outlining a simple circle or semicircle, engulfing all creatures within the range, and after a moment it turned into white light.

This is a pure means. It uses the soul magic used by Bai Wangjia. As for the void magic, it can do it. After all, it is also a void creature in essence, but this is not necessary. Moreover, it does not want the void content in the air to exceed the standard. This will not only fail to help the god complete the task, but may even cause more serious consequences.

A violent storm suddenly appeared in the chaotic scene, and countless zombies were swept in. Then, the black spell infected the wind, and the zombies that were swept in were quickly corroded.

The knight keenly sensed that it was the breath of the void, but this void was not his, it was the power of the void. Compared to its more balanced void, the section of void obtained by the opponent was more like an offensive weapon, and its ability to spread like infection was somehow eliminated.

"Well done, Traveler. However, every time I see your abilities that are beyond the scope of Teyvat, I feel a chill down my spine."

Barbatos happily high-fived the person, while Sora scratched his head sheepishly.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't be a problem. The fact that I can use different elements is already rare enough."

Barbatos thought about it and was about to say something with a laugh when a fierce explosion not far away forced him to come back to his senses and face the next wave of attacks.

The doctor was not idle either. While giving precise instructions, he grabbed a zombie and threw it out like a bowling ball.

The orders he issued were correct, achieving the greatest results at the lowest cost. Even if some sacrifices were inevitable in the process, he did not waver. Even those guys who could explode went to the battlefield to die in an orderly manner under his command.

The doctor felt that he was really lucky. No matter where he was, he would always have trusted partners by his side, brave and fearless warriors who were not afraid of death.

The miracles he has achieved have always been based on the continuous efforts of everyone, so he must not let anyone down!

He swallowed handfuls of orange crystals as if they were free. Information about the battlefield was clear to his eyes. Countless breakthroughs were exposed, and incredible things happened again and again.

None of the plant's attacks were redundant or wasted. The cloned, disposable, and dumb potato bombs that exploded at the slightest touch were like deadly weapons in his hands, achieving remarkable success time and time again.

The balance of victory began to tilt, and the scrapped mechas were almost piled up into a small mountain. The thick fog had long been blown away by Barbatos and Kong, but if it couldn't be blown away, it probably wouldn't have any impact.

Before dawn, the dawn of victory had already appeared before their eyes. The zombies, like a tide, were rapidly decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and no more zombies appeared on the horizon not far away.

It was not known whether it was a coincidence or what, but Tony Stark saw the final fate of the newspaper-reading zombie. The newspaper that he held in his hand, which he would take to the battlefield as if it were a treasure, was easily torn by the weapon. Rage filled his brain, which was not rational to begin with, and he fell down while roaring.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Tony Stark always felt that when the other person fell down, a faint light of a certain color was reflected, like falling tears.

But he quickly denied this idea. How could a zombie whose body had decayed to this extent shed tears like humans?

Monsters don't shed tears, and their body structure doesn't support such an action at all.

So after a brief thought, he quickly forgot about this unlucky guy, along with his body that was completely blown away.

On a roof in the distance, there was a man lying there, gazing at this place from afar. His eyes were so wise, his hair was messy, and he was wearing a strange pot lid on his head. Through his slightly cracked mouth, his uneven teeth could be seen.

He lay on the roof, talking nonsense, as if he was asking and answering himself.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, who are they? And where are they from? Don't you know? You don't know."

He spoke quickly, but after saying so much, he paused for a moment, as if waiting for someone's answer.

"Do you think they can bring hope to this world? Can this world still have hope? Ha, I thought this world was completely dead."

After saying this, he fell into a strange silence. After an unknown amount of time, he finally roared out a broken voice.

"! No matter what, a turning point must come! He must come! Either we will all die, or we will gain some possibilities! No one can stop this! I can't, you can't, and they can't!"

The conversation ended abruptly here.

At this moment, the outcome of the battlefield has been completely decided. With the fall of the last zombie, the cheers of plants filled the entire arena. Even Sora, Barbatos and Steve were infected by this atmosphere and cheered together.

The ghost just sat on the railing, gently swinging his legs, thinking about what to eat for dessert.

The doctor's face was also filled with smiles, but it only lasted for a moment, and his expression turned cold again.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I might have to disrupt your cheers. The war is not over yet."

All the noisy voices immediately quieted down, and everyone looked at him silently, while the doctor calmly narrated the facts that might happen soon.

"The war may continue, Tony Stark. Just look at your mission and you'll understand."

All the members of the chat group opened the chat group at the same time, and in the task column hanging at the top, there was a clear "Not Completed" written on it.

"It's even possible that what we are about to do has just begun."

251 BBQ Party

"So why are we having a barbecue party here?" Kong looked at this inexplicable situation and was about to ask something more when the doctor next to him happened to walk past him with a plate of meat.

"Give way."

"Oh."

Sora subconsciously responded obediently. Over there, the doctor placed the freshly cut meat skewers on the blazing charcoal grill, and over there, Barbatos handed him a few skewers from a newly prepared plate.

"Sora, come and try some, this tastes really good."

"Oh, okay, thank you."

Hearing the person's call and the skewers being handed to him, Kong subconsciously said thank you and took it from the person's hand, then slowly put it into his mouth and took a bite.

“Oh, it’s really delicious.”

"Yeah, Kong, hey." Barbatos responded with a smile, jumped onto the low roof, sat on the eaves, chewed skewers, drank wine, so cool.

The few skewers of meat in Kong La's hand were quickly finished. Just as he was about to get a few more, he seemed to have realized something and fell silent for a moment.

He covered his face in extreme embarrassment. "Wait, wait, this isn't right. Why am I eating with you guys?! Didn't they say the war isn't over yet? Why are we already having a banquet here?"

"That's not a big deal," the doctor said with a rare laugh. He grilled the skewers until they were shiny, smeared them with a special sauce, and shared them with the group members who had been waiting for a long time. "It's just a pity that there are no grilled sandworm legs."

The ghost held up a sign that said thank you, took enough for five people, and shared it with Chunchun and Green.

Steve said thank you and took a large bundle.

Even the sunflowers and other plants were distributed to a few people here and there.

The cell man originally wanted to buy up the rest, but unfortunately he only got a large handful and his hands were full.

Tony Stark unceremoniously grabbed the rest. He munched contentedly on the skewers while mumbling, "Never mind. I have surveillance. If they launch an attack, it'll be easy to spot. Might as well take advantage of this opportunity to relax for a while. There's no point in staying tense."

As for why they were having a barbecue feast here, it all started with a word from Barbatos.

Although no one knew why Barbatos suddenly proposed, "Let's have a barbecue party!"

Tony Stark thought holding a banquet was a good idea. He was already interested in champagne and beauties at the banquet. It didn't matter if there were no beauties, as long as there was champagne and delicious food, it would be great.

As for the ghost, it thought that there was no problem as long as there was food. It simply wanted to remind him, but then it felt that there was no need to make a fuss. Vigilance is a good virtue, but for God, excessive vigilance will only add to the joke.

Green? When had Green ever opposed a ghost's opinion? Unless one day he woke up and the world had changed, there was no way this would be possible.

As a fun-loving person, how could Steve take the lead in opposing something that looks so fun?

How could the Cell Man, who thought there was nothing wrong with fighting and chewing chicken legs at the same time, raise any objection?

As for Sunflower, he didn't think there was anything wrong with this.

In the end, no one objected to this opinion which was like a joke, except Sora who was confused from beginning to end.

"Okay, Sora, stop overthinking it and just enjoy the food, okay?"

Steve stood beside him, patted his shoulder, and poured wine into his mouth. He didn't have to worry about getting drunk. After all, before the party started, Tony Stark distributed hangover pills to everyone, and he didn't know whether they would be useful or not.

At this joyful banquet, there is a corner where the painting style always seems a little out of place.

Countless tentacles extended from under the ghost's cloak, swallowing up the meat and bamboo skewers into the dark void. The delicious gravy made it squint its eyes, and it just held the skewers in its hands. After a while, the meat melted into the void. Only Green's posture still looked so serious.

In short, Barbatos and Sunflower tacitly agreed not to look over there, for fear that they would accidentally fall into some darkness from which there would be no return.

But other people don’t have so many taboos, after all, they are all old acquaintances.

[I'll be able to get my body back soon. I can finally stop putting up with this awful sign.]

The cell man was chewing on a skewer of meat while raising his middle finger to some unknown place. Although his face looked calm as if nothing had happened, one could already hear some kind of angry tone just by looking at the words on the sign.

"Wait a minute, what do you mean by a broken sign?! ​​Don't give it back to me."

Steve stood not far from the others and grumbled in dissatisfaction.

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The cell man ran away, and when he ran a little further, he didn't forget to turn around and give someone the middle finger. Steve was so angry that the rest of his words were all blocked words.

"Good."

The doctor raised his glass and clinked it with Tony Stark, his tone full of emotion.

Every mission was like the first tense and exciting conflict. Either they were spent in a bloodbath or they racked their brains to find a way to end it quickly. Even on the last leisurely mission, everyone was still rushing towards the mission.

Apart from chatting in the chat group, all their communication was just discussing tasks. It had been a long time since they had such a good time together, except for a certain Tony Stark mission, it seemed that there had been no more?

"Indeed. Next time, if there's a chance, let's hold a few more banquets. I'll pay for the energy you need."

Tony Stark drank the wine in the glass in one gulp. He listened to what people said and nodded. He was a person who didn't like to be too tense. After all, if you were too tense, it would break sooner or later. There was nothing wrong with having more relaxing gatherings like this.

At this moment, Barbatos was sitting on the eaves, humming a song and looking into the distance.

He could see that everyone here, except for the little guy he couldn't see through, was tense, as if something heavy was weighing them down. Even when they cheered in victory, they still looked worried, as if they were carrying something heavy.

He had heard Kong say that not all worlds were in a relatively peaceful state like theirs. Some worlds were even plagued by endless natural disasters and endless fighting. So everyone was burdened with the things of their world, so how could they possibly feel at ease?

So he jokingly suggested a banquet. He didn't know if this would help them, but at least it would make them feel a little more relaxed and happy at this moment.

Then his goal would be achieved.

Barbasto happily took another bite of the skewer of meat that seemed a little cold, drank his wine, smiled and said nothing.

252 The Truth That Has Been Ignored

This carnival feast lasted for a long time, starting at dawn and ending when the sun was about to set.

But the imagined attack still did not come. If it weren't for the tasks in the chat group clearly marked as unfinished, they would have almost thought that the zombies had been completely scared.

At last it was late at night, and the plants dozed off sleepily. The little knight sat on the fence, gazing at nowhere. The undried dew on the treetops was about to slide down the branches and onto his cloak, but a flash of scarlet flame evaporated that drop of dew.

The little knight was completely oblivious to this insignificant detail and continued to gaze into the distance.

There was no other reason, it just wanted to sit here silently for a while and rest for a while, just like it used to sit on a chair and soak in the hot spring, just sitting there simply and calmly for a while, without any purpose.

The little knight rarely rests. It seemed as if it was always running before. After obtaining the cloak, wings and crystal, it seemed as if it was flying. It would only soak in the hot spring for a short time when its soul was recovering, and then it would get up quickly again after recovery.

But in fact, it also had rests. It also lay on the bench and stopped to look at the scenery it had never seen before. Perhaps from that time on, it had begun to have some thoughts of its own.

From that moment on, it had become a failed container, but there was no such thing as absolute purity. As long as it still had a soul, after going through so much, it would be impossible for it to remain pure forever.

Later, when everything was over, it naturally liked to sit quietly, just like now, emptying its mind and gaining a strange kind of peace.

Steve brought Tony Stark, the Cell Man, and the Doctor along, and the four of them started playing poker. Sora found an open and soft patch of grass, rolled up a blanket, and fell asleep quite skillfully.

In fact, when Kong fell asleep, the plants wanted to say that there was a bed in the house, and Tony Stark also said that he could temporarily create a comfortable sleeping environment for him, but the other party fell asleep so quickly that he almost fell asleep as soon as he lay down, so that before they could react, Kong had already fallen asleep and made regular breathing sounds.

After all, Kong is an outdoor adventurer, and such an environment is already comfortable for him. At least he doesn't have to sleep on a tall tree for fear of attacks from slimes and Hilichurls, nor does he have to worry about the heavy rain that may come at any time and soak him like a drowned rat. God knows how capricious the weather in Teyvat is. More importantly, he has a comfortable blanket.

So he had no reason not to sleep.

Until the next dawn, everything here was still calm, and Steve, one of the four people playing poker, had his face covered with sticky notes.

"No more fighting, no more fighting, no more fighting. Fighting with you is too outrageous. I've never won."

After a game of cards, Steve threw all the cards in his hand onto the table in a fit of anger.

The doctor smiled and put another note on his face, then looked at the remaining two people attentively.

"Are you still fighting?"

Tony Stark's expression immediately changed and he shook his head fiercely. The cell man also looked unhappy.

So far, Steve has lost all the games and has not won a single one, while the Doctor is just the opposite, he has won all the games and has not lost a single one.

Logically speaking, it is impossible for anyone to go undefeated in this game where luck plays a greater role than competition, but the doctor broke this rule.

As for why Steve didn't win a single game... After all, both Tony Stark and the Cell Man were smarter and more strategic than him, and Steve's luck wasn't that good. In short, this is really a sad topic.

"You really don't want to fight anymore?"