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"Hey, Thanos, there's your letter!"

Thanos, who was working in the fields, raised his head and wiped his sweat with his sleeve. He put the hoe on his shoulder and rubbed his sore waist with his other hand: "Who wrote this for me?

"

The visitor shrugged and threw him a bottle of cold beer that had just been taken out: "How did I know? You'd better go to the post office now, because those lazy guys might sneak out to drink before six o'clock in the afternoon.

But Mrs. Jackson should still be there."

Thanos smiled. He had a beard and looked like an ordinary man who was honest and responsible. He took the beer and put it on the lunch box aside: "Okay, I understand, Jack. Your son has recently been

how?"

The man called Jack had gray hair, but he was still strong. The only flaw may be his right leg, which is a prosthetic leg. Hearing this, Jack laughed proudly: "That brat is in the city's law firm

I found a job and am now working as an intern.”

"Yes, yes." Thanos also laughed with him: "Oh, by the way, I will go to the city in two days to buy some fertilizers and other things. Do you want to go with me?"

Jack touched his chin: "Well, I'll forget it, Thanos. As you know, I'm old and can't stand the bumps on the road anymore."

Thanos laughed: "Don't be kidding, you old guy is in great shape. Besides, although the road is broken, it won't shake you so much that you can't sit still."

Jack's smile gradually turned a little sad: "No...I still won't go, you know."

Thanos glanced at him, put down the hoe, and asked, "Still having trouble with him? I thought you would want to go see him."

"He didn't even tell me that he became an intern." Jack said helplessly. "Old Bill told me about it. Alas, what can I do? That is indeed my fault...

....”

He lowered his head and muttered something in his throat that Thanos couldn't hear. Then he took out a crumpled pack of 'American Spirit' cigarettes from his trouser pocket and gave one to Thanos.

After Jack took a sip, he relaxed a little: "Every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite, Lao Sa. Although I don't know where you come from, you seem to be a person with a lot of stories. You have children.

?"

"I... have two daughters."

"Two daughters? How old are they?"

A smile appeared on Thanos's face. He wiped his sweat and took a puff of cigarette himself: "They are still young people, at least they have not married yet. I know very little about them, and I am full of debts...

.”

He didn't continue, but Jack sighed as if he felt the same. He patted Thanos on the shoulder: "Look at it, man. Everyone is like this, there will always be some unspeakable past. That's all

It was the sin we committed when we were young, and now is the time to pay it back. You have to pay your debt."

The two old men stopped talking and just smoked cigarettes together. They agreed to go to the city together in two days.

Thanos left his precious field at five o'clock in the afternoon and asked a neighbor to borrow his motorcycle. The post office was some distance away from the town where he lived. Now that he has become a human, his physical condition cannot be said to be that good.

At least after a day's work, Thanos is quite willing to find a means of transportation.

While riding his bike, feeling the cool evening breeze in the evening, he squinted and considered whether he should buy a car. A second-hand car shouldn't be that expensive... Well, buy one with good leather and durability.

Yeah, it'd better be easy to repair. There aren't many people in the countryside who know how to repair cars.

Not long after, he arrived at the post office. Before entering, Thanos was particularly careful to rub the hard mud off his boots with the stones on the roadside. Mrs. Jackson at the post office is the most dedicated employee, or in other words, she is the most dedicated employee.

An employee who abides by rules and regulations and comes to work on time will be far inferior to others.

But this old lady is also very picky. She has a mysophobia. Thanos didn't know this when he went to the post office for the first time. He brought some dirt in and was scolded. He didn't want to experience the old lady in the Texas countryside again.

The ability to curse people.

It's really unpleasant, and you can't say anything back.

He pushed the door open, and the wind chime on the door made a clear tinkling sound. Thanos had a smile on his face and shouted loudly: "Mrs. Jackson——"

After catching a glimpse of the scene behind the clerk's window, the smile on his face disappeared: "Mrs. Jackson?"

It was a pool of blood.

The simple look that belonged to farmers and ordinary people began to disappear little by little on his face, replaced by the gloomy look when he was still the Mad Titan. Thanos walked to the staff window with a calm expression, his boots on the clean wood

There was a thick sound on the floor.

Mrs. Jackson was lying behind the chair that belonged to her. The old man's face was on the ground, and blood was pouring out of her body. Her clean shirt and uniform were dyed red. The ground was very messy, with documents scattered all over the floor.

With the letter. The same happened with her purse. It fell to the ground and the contents inside were gone.

He called the police, and the town's police chief arrived quickly. After hearing the news, the men surrounded the post office, everyone with angry faces.

Thanos took a cigarette from the Sheriff, which he made himself. Everyone knows the Sheriff's hobbies. This Sheriff is not that tall and has a mustache. His only hobby is self-made.

cigarette.

"Don't take it to heart, Thanos, it's not your fault. Also, my guy found your letter - the envelope was a little dirty, so I took it upon myself to take it out for you, please don't mind.

"

"Thank you, Sheriff." Thanos took the letter and nodded. He came to the motorcycle with heavy steps and started reading the letter in the dim light.

"Mr. Thanos Lofels, we have received your letter, but you do not meet the loan application conditions. Please note that loans from local banks are specially prepared for long-term local residents. You have just lived here.

One year, please apply again after living for three years. Thank you for your letter.”

"Also: Attached is a copy of the loan rules, please read them carefully."

"Yours truly, John Bradley."

As he expected, the loan was rejected. This was normal. Although his forged personal resume looked fine, he had not lived in this small rural place in Texas for long, and the local bank was unwilling to lend him the loan.

He deserves a little money.

It's just...the top priority now has changed from making money to something else.

It took him half an hour to get home. The lights at the neighbor's house had been turned off. They always went to bed early. Thanos locked the car in their driveway and then returned to his cabin. He turned on the light and took off his clothes.

He took off his jacket and shirt that were soaked with sweat, and took out a can of beer from the refrigerator with his upper body bare.

A familiar voice came from his living room: "It seems that your little life is going well, Thanos."

"...Is that you, Your Excellency?"

Thanos turned his head and asked uncertainly.

The speaker emerged from the darkness. Who else could it be if it weren't He Shenyan? He nodded towards Thanos: "It's me, I just came to see how you are doing."

"I understand—prisoners do need supervision."

"You are not my prisoner."

"Isn't it?" Thanos asked back. "Although my treatment is not what a prisoner can enjoy, you are indeed watching over me, aren't you?"

"No one is watching over you. I just came to visit you out of a certain mentality."

He Shenyan looked the same as when they met, but his mood seemed much better. He said with a smile: "I'm not even really here."

"Since everything is fine with you - it's time for me to leave, Thanos. Also, I think I have to remind you."

Grain picking

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant, leaving only a kind of calmness after seeing through everything. Thanos was familiar with that expression. Once upon a time, he also looked at everyone with this mentality.

He said: "If you still want to live in peace... take my advice and don't pursue this matter. They will get their comeuppance and you don't have to get your hands dirty."

Thanos stared at the place where he disappeared. This man who was once famous in the universe for his extreme cruelty and madness was holding a half-drunk can of beer in his hand, his expression looking very confused. He sat on the sofa, his eyes He moved to the books he put on the coffee table.

In fact, He Shenyan really didn't care much about how Thanos was doing in that world. This was a fact. It had been a whole year before he remembered that he had to go back and take a look.

To be fair, after dealing with the gang of aliens who were looking for trouble and sending Gwen back, he had a very happy vacation. He spent the whole day either basking in the sun in Kaer Morhen and drinking with Geralt, or running to White House. The Tower Council went to use the intranet to pick up some useless but very interesting little things, modified them, and then threw them to Ciri for her to play with.

However, when he returned from vacation, he did not forget the business - the bronze statue that caused Gwen to travel through time is still missing, as if it really has disappeared.

He Shenyan knows one thing very well: nothing happens suddenly. You are hungry, so you want to eat. You are thirsty, so you want to drink water. There must be someone behind the statue. It's a conspiracy, but he can't take care of it now.

He had to go back to Valoran, where a Primarch and a Space Marine were conquering the world...and it was also time to take the people of Lordran over.

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"March forward! March forward!"

Xenovia heard his commander's roar, and his ears were buzzing from the Demacian artillery fire. He raised his head and glanced at the damned Demacian Hussars with hatred.

What a bloody bastard. He just knows how to drop bombs in the sky and come down if he can!

However, he did not speak out, he just buried his roar deep in his heart, and then marched forward according to the commander's order. In front of them, a tall and silent figure was waving an ax in his hand, and each swing could create several attacks. murder.

The Demacians have been entangled with Noxus on the Tobitsian Plains for several months. They are very difficult to deal with. As always, the Tobitsian Plains are notoriously easy to defend and difficult to attack. This is Demacia

The human border is heavily guarded here, and all the elites in the country are sent here first.

But the newly born Noxians were still able to withstand their artillery fire and fight them back and forth.

This has never happened before, and this credit may be attributed to the new Noxian Hand. He accomplished a feat that has never been done in the history of Noxus - he only led one legion

, they were tied with the Demacians, who had almost ten times their own strength, or even slightly won.

After the tragedy in the Immortal Fortress, Darius and Swain teamed up with other generals to claim that General Thane had been blessed, regained his sanity, and gained greater strength. Now, he wants to form a team of his own.

His own legion.

Of course, after this news was sent out, within twenty-four hours, the quota was filled up. Everyone wanted to fight under General Thane, let alone him as the original Hand of Noxus.

The symbolism is enough in itself to be believed by the Noxians as the embodiment of war.

In fact, this didn't happen - it was just strictly prohibited. But the soldiers still secretly passed on their belief in Thain. They believed that as long as they were pious enough, they could be like Thain after death.

Returned from death to continue serving Noxus.

Darius fought at the front of the soldiers, and he had been doing so for months. He never really left the front line, just like the oath he swore when he went out to fight. He would lead the troops, and the enemy's sword would surely

You have to get past him to reach his soldiers.

However, this oath full of glory and courage sometimes brings some troubles, such as now.

He had to shout the name of his adjutant loudly while killing the enemy: "Fa Rong! Report to me!"

"I'm here, General!"

A dull voice came from beside him, and Darius glanced in that direction.

His adjutant Farong was wearing that fine steel plate armor, fighting with an elite Demacia non-commissioned officer with two-handed hammers. The opponent was obviously not an ordinary person. His pace was solid, and the spear in his hand was airtight, and he fired accurately

Blocked every attack from Fa Rong.

"After you deal with him, come closer to me!"

"As you command, General!"

Faron's response caused his opponent to hiss angrily: "You damn Noxian savage!"

"Each other, Demacian pigs."

Farong snorted coldly, and raised the warhammer in his hand from bottom to top at a tricky angle. The opponent obviously did not expect this move, but his Demacia steel was able to bear the cost of this mistake for him. He did not die.

, but it was inevitable that Fa Rong would retreat a bit due to his strength.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Fa Rong's ugly face under his helmet: This is enough, I only need a small chance.

He immediately stepped forward, and his opponent obviously realized what he wanted to do. He immediately handed out the spear with his backhand, but Fa Rong's mind was made up - this is the opportunity, I want to seize him!

Fortunately, he was lucky.

The accuracy of the Demacian's spear was slightly lacking. After all, he made the move in a panic. Farong had already planned it. His war hammer fused the Demacian's head and helmet together, causing blood and flesh to fly.

. He took back his war hammer, lowered his head slightly, and paid some respect to his opponent.

Of course Farong knew that he was just lucky enough to survive. The Demacian spears were incredibly sharp, not to mention his plate armor. Farong had no doubt that even the dragon's scales could not withstand it.

That damn spear.

He turned around, searching for traces of Darius. It didn't take any effort to find him there. Darius was always the most eye-catching one on the battlefield, not only for his killing skills, but also for his

Because of his height.

After undergoing the transformation, he is now two and a half meters tall. After putting on the armor, he becomes a living black and red giant, a killing machine. His armor has also been greatly updated. Compared with the original one

It's a wild armor, but its defensive power isn't that great. His new armor can be described as a land fortress.

The connection of each joint is airtight. It is carefully crafted by the craftsmen on the border of Freljord. Red and black are harmoniously blended into one. The whole body is streamlined, and the two huge shoulder armors can resist all flying arrows.

Ya. This armor was called 'Wrath of the Mountain' by the group of craftsmen. They even thought that no one could wear this armor.

Until Darius appeared in front of them.

"General! Farong reports to you!"

"Wait a minute - you damn bug!"

Darius became furious. He was rarely so angry. As for the reason, it was actually very simple. A Demacian sneak attacked him. After discovering that his weapon had no effect on his armor, he immediately threw it down.

He took the broken sword in his hand and prepared to run away.

This is unprecedented. Although Demacians are hated by Noxus, even they will admit that Demacians are good warriors. But... look at it now,

What did he see?! A deserter!

Darius roared, and his voice echoed across the plains. For a moment, it overwhelmed all other sounds, like thunder. It seemed particularly terrifying: "Face me! You damn coward!"

He threw out the giant ax in his hand, and the guy was cut in half directly from the waist. The body even ran a few steps before falling. As he died, a strange atmosphere began to spread on the battlefield.

Many Demacians who were close had expressions of indignation on their faces, and the Noxian soldiers fighting with them immediately began to mock them, using extremely unpleasant words. But Demacia

The West Asians couldn't fight back this time, they knew the bastard.

A son of a noble who came to the front line to gild—God of the Wings! What happened to us? This is the front line! What on earth is the king thinking...!

Their prayers seemed to have no effect, and the Winged God did not hear their prayers. Only Kindred feasted on this battlefield, and the black wolf and the white sheep began to extradite souls again.