Traveling to another world, I made a two-dimensional girl into a card

Fang Qingyun on the top had been manipulated by Pu Cui to the point of being exposed to all kinds of flaws. He looked as miserable as a pedestrian who had fallen into a smelly mud pit. He had to look for water everywhere to wash his face and mouth, while opening his mouth to explain to others that there was no feces on his body.

This dilemma forced Fang Qingyun to try his best to barely protect the Ark. After all, the Ark was too long. Pu Cui attacked the No. 1 gun position one moment and then the No. 5 gun position. Fang Qingyun had to engage in a long-distance marathon to protect the Ark. If this continued, he was not sure how long he could avoid making mistakes.

He originally thought that it should not be difficult to protect the Ark, but the fragility of the Ark was beyond his imagination. Although the Ark said nothing, when he was running back and forth, the feeling of stepping on the top of the No. 3 gun position was different from other places. It should have just been repaired. Before, he had been focusing on Purui's sudden attacking claws. A glance at this action would make Purui's attack have a higher hit rate. Once the Ark was completely shattered, Fang Qingyun would be in trouble even if he was wearing magnetic boots in this place where there was no relay.

"I can't hold on any longer!" Fang Qingyun gritted his teeth and cut off a few more of Pu Cui's claws. Without the support of the milk tea cannon, the consumption of Pu Cui would be endless. Pu Cui's claws being cut off would not cause it to lose much strength, but pouring milk tea on it would definitely make Pu Cui "lose blood". What Fang Qingyun was protecting was the output capacity of the milk tea cannon, otherwise the fight between him and Fang Ark and Pu Cui would be endless.

"Here it comes!" Ju'er brought out a dish and put the milk tea that had just come out of a new pot into the hands of the vegetative man next to her. The vegetative man quickly put the cup of milk tea into the barrel. Naike, who had already adjusted the density, shot the milk tea out, accurately hitting one of Pu Cui's claws that was about to grab Fang Zhou.

Purui's power was teleported away in front of Universe Milk Tea, and their tormented souls were stripped into the unknown universe. In this way, they began a new round of wandering in the universe with even more painful expressions.

But it was obvious that Pucui was not so easy to solve. Even if he was a fool, after many unsuccessful attempts, he would try to do something else, such as...

Pu Cui put his hands together, and the tentacle collection that replaced his head swung at high speed. The countless arms of the arm throne behind him put together, forming a huge scene like the Thousand-Armed Guanyin. This scene did not have the shocking feeling that the Thousand-Armed Guanyin gave to Fang Qingyun. Instead, it was filled with a strange sense of ritual.

Soon, Fang Qingyun saw a giant black palm condensing in front of him. It was about half the size of a carriage. It remained relatively still with the Ark. Then more and more giant palms emerged from the air. As soon as they appeared, they broke off each other's index fingers and little fingers, and connected to each other through these broken fingers. They multiplied at a high speed like a virus, and soon encircled the long Ark in their palms.

"The machine calculates that it cannot escape the barrier!" Naike's voice became urgent: "High-energy reaction detected! We must leave the barrier immediately!"

An eye grew out of the palm of the giant black hand, glancing left and right. Combined with the huge number of giant hands, it could almost scare people with trypophobia to faint. It was full of "visible to the naked eye" frivolity, ridicule and mockery, and the emotions were about to overflow.

...It seemed that it was not just emotions that overflowed. Fang Qingyun felt the energy gathering in those eyes. Once the black and red energy was gathered, it would be powerful enough to destroy the entire Ark. By then, the largest fragment left would be only the size of a finger. He had to escape before the energy was focused on the Ark.

"Fire!" Five milk tea cannons hit the giant black palm. The milk tea bubbled like a corrosive liquid. The giant palm soon rotted away, leaving only two broken fingers that were pinched in other palms, but the vacant position was soon filled by another giant palm.

"Universe Milk Tea doesn't work!" Ju'er shouted. She had always been calm, but facing the threat of death again, she couldn't help but feel a little shaken. At this moment, she subconsciously shouted to Ximi like a headless fly, trying to get a way to turn the situation around from Ximi.

"Then fire two more shots!" Ximi shouted. She didn't have any better solution at the moment and could only solve it in this way. Moreover, she was more panicked than Ju'er at the moment. The two of them fired a few more milk tea cannons while yelling. The effect was similar to before. The missing positions were quickly filled by other giant palms.

Fang Qingyun shouted to give himself courage, and jumped from the roof towards the giant hands as if he was equipped with a spring. Before, he relied on magnetic boots and simulated gravity to maintain his standing on the roof. Now, after jumping out, he was quickly captured by the gravity from other directions and crashed into the giant hands at a not slow speed.

He tried to change the angle of his collision with the giant palm by twisting his waist in the air, but it had little effect. Fang Qingyun reacted quickly, and he ignited a ball of fire in the palm of his left hand. He used the recoil of the jet of fire to push himself and twist his body. He flew towards the giant palm like a brave man who was willing to risk his life. Seeing that the angle was about right, Fang Qingyun clenched the holy sword with both hands and stabbed it hard at the eye in the palm of the giant palm.

The effect was quite good. The giant palm shrank at a high speed like a deflated ball, and black liquid flowed out of the eyes, like black blood, black tears, and foul-smelling oil. The liquid with a strange smell flowed along the sword and onto Fang Qingyun's hand.

He stood on the giant palm relying on the attraction of gravity. At this moment, the Ark looked like a roller coaster across the ceiling. The vegetative people in the window looked like they were standing diagonally on the ceiling. From this angle, all the details of the plants were clear, such as the stalk of the durian at the back of its head.

Fang Qingyun just took a glance, and the holy sword in his hand dug down frantically at a speed comparable to that of an electric drill, like a worker who heard that he had received a five-fold salary increase. The already shriveled giant palm turned into tattered meat paste under such power.

Fang Qingyun drew out his holy sword, and the giant palm of death turned into black ash. Fang Qingyun lost the surface he was standing on and almost fell out of the barrier. At the critical moment, another giant palm lifted him up from under his feet. This did not make Fang Qingyun feel lucky, but made him even more anxious.

...Is it possible that this thing is simply unbreakable?

"Use your omnipotent holy sword to think of a solution!" Ximi shouted loudly. The voice came from Fang Qingyun's exposed metal vocal cords. The sound was so loud that Fang Qingyun felt that his metal vocal cords were vibrating and his neck was itchy.

Fang Qingyun forced himself to think quickly before the crisis. The holy sword "Necessary Evil" in his hand had a total of thirteen concepts, and each concept could expand infinitely like the power of God. The omniscient power was obviously ineffective against this creature from another world. The only thing that could be tried was perhaps the two completely opposite powers of life and death.

Fang Qingyun had played a magician’s game before, where different effects could be created by combining around eight elements. Among them was a special skeleton monster that was almost immune to any damage, but was killed instantly by a healing beam composed of three lives. Perhaps this giant palm was also afraid of life threats like the skeleton monster.

To be on the safe side, Fang Qingyun first applied a layer of death. The black death energy spread from the sword. The giant palms that were as hard as walls just now became soft in an instant, and the big eyes in the palms were full of fear.

It seems that there is no need to test the power of life. Fang Qingyun activated the electric saw ability of the holy sword. The teeth like the teeth of an evil beast started to move. The holy sword, like a running chainsaw sword, stabbed into the eyeball of the giant palm with almost invisible high-speed teeth.

Chapter 277: At the End of One's Tricks

At this moment, the holy sword was like a vicious beast that would choose its prey. When the power of death gained the upper hand in the composition of the holy sword, the whole holy sword seemed to be out of control even for Fang Qingyun, who had enough strength to lift some large trucks full of goods. It seemed that if he didn't hold on to it tightly, the whole holy sword would slip out of his hands like a lawn mower, and rush around like a husky on the loose.

Perhaps because Fang Qingyun wanted to restrain it too strongly, the holy sword stayed obediently in Fang Qingyun's hand. However, when Fang Qingyun tossed it left and right in the giant eye, the hissing of the saw teeth on the holy sword became a little more intense, like a hunting dog on a lead, licking its tongue greedily at its prey.

When Fang Qingyun dragged out the holy sword, the entire giant palm had broken into two parts along the palm lines. It did not last more than five seconds in front of Fang Qingyun before it was completely reduced to ashes. There was no other giant palm to fill in this blank area, as if the area where the giant palms formed the barrier had been killed in concept.

After Fang Qingyun's careful observation, the empty area seemed to be slowly expanding. The surrounding giant palms were pushed away unconsciously. The concept of death seemed to be transferred to the entire barrier. The holes in the gaps became larger, and the originally tight arrangement became even tighter. Because of the crowding between the giant palms, the fingers used to connect them crackled as they stretched, and they might explode at any time.

It seemed that the bet was won. At this moment, Fang Qingyun was like a diligent lumberjack. The holy sword in his hand made a terrifying sound like a chainsaw. Those giant palms seemed to have life. After hearing these horrible sounds, they naturally retreated to both sides, and the originally condensed energy also began to slow down.

...No, we have to delay time. Fang Qingyun glanced at Pu Cui through the hole. At this moment, Pu Cui seemed to be manipulating something with all his heart and soul, and did not pay attention to the small movements he made on the barrier. Fang Qingyun tapped his vocal cords and shouted: "Turn around and get out of my side. I have a way to delay their energy gathering time."

Naike acted decisively and turned around like an experienced driver, directing the entire row of arks towards Fang Qingyun like a moving giant python. Although according to her calculations, the arks would be shattered by the focused energy rays before escaping through that hole, her main engine would be overloaded within 0.37 seconds and then melted by the high temperature. Without her backup, she would be no different from death.

The plants in the carriage were a little nervous, but they did not panic. They were helping to make milk tea and load cannons. Because the crisis was imminent and visible to the naked eye, many plants voluntarily put on magnetic boots and safety harnesses, forming a human conveyor belt on the road. Each plant was responsible for turning around and handing the things delivered to it to the next one. Under such circumstances, the firing speed of the milk tea shells was getting faster and faster, but the shells were still piling up bit by bit.

Fang Qingyun climbed between the giant palms like a monkey. Now he needed to expand the range of his attack and make the entire barrier collapse completely. At the very least, he had to interrupt the process of them gathering energy. The holy sword hanging at his waist made it impossible for the giant palms to avoid it. He had clearly cut off two of his fingers to act as connecting fasteners, but when he had no way to retreat, he still controlled the muscles of his fingertips and shrank inwards at the risk of cramps, just to get as far away from the deathly holy sword as possible.

Fang Qingyun relied on the strength of one hand to hang himself between the fingers of a certain hand, so that when he hung down, his waist was just facing the big fearful eyeball. Fang Qingyun's free hand touched the holy sword at his waist, and a sound like a lawn mower started was heard. The eyeball was so scared that it stopped gathering magic power, just to let Fang Qingyun let it go.

Seeing it was so obedient, Fang Qingyun tapped it with the holy sword, but ultimately did not take action. Instead, he stabbed the holy sword into the eyes of the giant palm next to it that was still secretly gathering strength. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and black sauce flowed down like rotten cooking oil. The newly created holes greatly slowed down the speed of energy condensation. Fang Qingyun opened fire left and right, and the bits and pieces he sawed off fell onto the giant palms below, as if they were contagious, making those giant palms unable to avoid him.

In order to avoid the "power of death" on the severed fingers, the giant palm where the severed fingers landed probably contracted itself and tore the giant palm in the middle into pieces. His eyeballs bulged out and rolled down like a ball, falling into the bottomless void together with the severed finger.

While Naike was turning around, the entire barrier quickly collapsed under Fang Qingyun's massive destruction. Countless giant palms smashed down like rubble from a collapsed building, and Fang Qingyun was caught off guard and covered by the giant palms and fell into the void. Before Ximi could scream, Fang Qingyun's phosphorus wings spread out, and he turned over to accelerate his fall, avoiding the crushing of the giant palms, and then he slipped through the gap and stuck to the window of the Ark like a mosquito.

The black mucus stained his clothes. At this moment, he looked like an ordinary person who had just crawled out of an oil pit. His whole body was covered with fishy liquid, and the aqueous humor in his eyeballs was all this black mucus. He reached out and tore off his shirt, and climbed onto the roof of the car like a clever monkey.

"We escaped." Ju'er breathed a sigh of relief. She took two steps back and almost fell to the ground. She had just tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart, but now after escaping death, she felt like a soft noodle. If there hadn't been a corn plant behind her that quickly pulled a folding stool under her butt, she would probably have sat down on the ground.

"Apprentice, you did a damn good job!" Zhiwei spoke without thinking, swearing. In the situation just now, he even thought of his last words. Because they were skeletons, his teeth met with Yating's. They gave each other a final kiss goodbye and then threw themselves into the battle.

Now that he is alive, thinking of the possible happy life in the future, Zhiwei, with a sense of relief as if he had escaped from death, could not help but pick up the petite Yating and spun her around like a top, until Yating's heel hit the hard object next to her and fell apart. Only then did he put the clothes on Yating with an apologetic look on his face, letting Yating hammer his shoulders to vent her resentment towards his rash behavior after her escape.

"I now feel that... compared to the King of the Forest, that damn zombie is not that bad. I even want to believe in him." Jiba seemed to agree with what Fang Qingyun did, but the King of the Forest still occupied a very high proportion in its heart, so it was just talking at the moment.

"But... the zombies - I mean the boss, doesn't seem to like being admired by others." The big vine still had that cold expression, looking like the kind of person who has a lot of psychological activities and will just say forget it and cool in the end.

"I just need someone to worship me. What does it have to do with him?" Although Jiba's words sounded a bit strange at first, they were indeed true. No one could control other people's thinking. Worshiping someone had nothing to do with whether that person was willing to be worshipped or not. As someone said, "What does it have to do with you if I destroy you?"

"Everyone return to your combat positions!" Zhang Bo stopped the chaos: "The battle is not over yet, Pu Cui still has the strength to fight, everyone must not take it lightly, otherwise you will be held accountable by military law."

As Zhang Bo's apprentice, Ximi naturally knew how to interrupt without tearing down Zhang Bo's stage: "Do we have... military law?"

Zhang Bo laughed happily, and Ximi's palms tightened. The beating she received at that time came to her mind vividly: "It will be ready soon, don't worry."

The barrier created by Pu Cui was shattered. This was a huge loss for Him whose power originally depended on the transmission across the universe. The throne behind Him was drained of all its power. The claws of the demons dancing wildly seemed to have withered and turned to ashes. Pu Cui had to stand up from his throne. The original decorations that were like the halo behind the Buddha's head also disappeared. At this moment, Pu Cui looked like an ordinary person with a deformed face, but he was floating in the air.

The evil consequences that were sown before have finally erupted today. If it weren't for His wanton treatment of His believers, those believers would have burned their own souls to extend Purui's life for one more second. However, most of those fanatical believers were teleported to other universes, and the few who were still alive had already been shattered in the aftermath. Even if they were still alive, Purui could only rely on forcible extraction to get their help.

In addition, Fang Qingyun had maintained the purity of his own team well before, and not many plants became new believers of Pu Cui. Those few contaminated ones had long been taken out of the team and shot. It was not like in the original plot that a large number of plant people chose to become believers of Pu Cui and preached everywhere like fanatical disciples. Now this bud had long been strangled from within.

In other words, Purui has run out of ammunition and food, and has completely lost the source of his power. He thought he had enough power, but he inadvertently squandered all his magic power. Now without believers, he is dying slowly, just like Simi in the past. Every time he uses magic, he is accelerating the process of his own death.

The Ark circled Pu Cui twice, and a few milk tea shells made this guy completely unable to resist. All Pu Cui could do now was to make the storm of flesh and blood blow more fiercely, but after Fang Qingyun activated his water shield, those arms and legs could no longer play any role in the Ark except blocking the line of sight.

"God of another world, you win." The tentacles on Pucui's face fell off, revealing Zhuoping's face inside, pale as a dead person. Wasn't Zhuoping's head crushed by the tentacles? Why did it regenerate here?

Fang Zhou did not approach, but fired two more milk tea cannons at Pu Cui. The power of these two milk tea cannons was visible to the naked eye. Zhuo Ping, who was Pu Cui's descended body, lost two arms, and his face became hideous: "But this world is doomed!"

Chapter 278: Get lost! You evil demon from the subspace!

The surrounding energy gathered towards Purui, and the bloody storm that was originally used to accelerate the planet's destruction magic was sucked into Purui's storm. The terrifying suction force caused the Ark, which was some distance away, to be attracted. Even if the magnetic boots on Fang Qingyun's feet were turned at full power, he could not stand. He manipulated the water element to form a wide band and tied it around his waist twice. The end was covered with suction cups like an octopus's legs, increasing the friction between Fang Qingyun and the ground as much as possible to prevent him from being sucked away by Purui.

A sharp alarm sounded throughout the entire carriage. The moment it was attracted, the Ark adjusted its posture and flew out with all its might. No matter how hard it squeezed the engine and made it make an overwhelmed sound, it could not stop the powerful suction from Purui.

"We are sliding towards Purui!" The interface in front of Naike flashed red. This AI seemed to be evolving towards humans. Now she no longer spoke with probabilities and calculations like before: "The engine is overloaded. If we continue to suck like this, we will come into contact with Purui. We will most likely have to endure a close-range self-destruction of Purui!"

The jet hole at the rear of the Ark was whirring like a range hood, but it failed to generate enough thrust. No matter how hard Naike squeezed it, he could not get more power from it. He could only watch the escape Ark being sucked into the Purity. If he did not make any changes, it would sooner or later become their new grave.

"... Forget it." Fang Qingyun sighed: "Why do I always encounter this kind of crisis that requires me to break my arms and legs... and I have to go, isn't this plot too cliché?"

Ju'er was silent. They couldn't always count on Fang Qingyun to solve some problems. She felt it was unreasonable to let Fang Qingyun take the blame every time something happened. But there was no other way now. It seemed that they could only count on Fang Qingyun to show his magical powers every time.

"There must be another way!" Ximi looked confident: "If it doesn't work, we can just push the machine down. Anyway, Naike still has the blueprint. At worst, we can just rebuild it when the time comes."

"Uh..." Naike replied with a drawn-out sigh, and everything was self-explanatory. It was obvious that she did not have time to crack the firewall and obtain the blueprints. All her time was spent on making pneumatic cannons, and she did not have time to scan the structure of those machines. As for how to operate the machines, there were a few simple operating manuals in her database, which was enough to deal with it.

Even if he scanned it again now, it would take enough time for Purui to swallow the entire Ark and pull it out several times.

Ximi realized that this might be the last machines of mankind. If they wanted to rebuild these machines, it would be as difficult as going through the technology tree again. And it would not be so easy to find another batch from the dungeon. Now the structure of the entire dungeon has been destroyed. Finding machines in the ruins is as difficult as looking for family members in an area where the earthquake has not ended. A collapse may happen at any time and take you away.

Now Ximi was out of ideas, and a large number of the vegetative patients next to him stood up. They looked at each other, nodded to each other, walked to the door, and stretched out their hands to open it.

Ximi dodged and blocked their way. Her blue hand pressed on the door handle to ensure that the door would not be opened before she was dragged away. She shouted a little warily, "What are you going to do?"

"We are the heaviest among the plants," the plants answered in unison, "even though we don't understand, we know it's because of the weight. If we jump, the weight we lose might be enough for others to survive."

This statement scared Ximi. Although this was indeed a solution, Ximi still flatly rejected the idea of ​​these plants. On the one hand, Naike had not yet produced the data, and these vegetative people jumping down might just be a drop in the bucket and a waste of their lives. On the other hand, Ximi had already regarded them as important people as his other friends. Faced with the voluntary sacrifice of these vegetative people, Ximi seemed to see the faces of Yating and others when they were still alive again.

"Chef, you know, this is an option we have to choose." The tone of the plant people was very relaxed, as if they were just having a simple chat, but what they said seemed particularly cruel: "Compared to those machines, our lives are worth less... This is the best solution."

"...We can also throw away the ingredients." Ximi stood in front of the door, her blue-green hair hanging down, blocking her eyes.

"Ingredients are not heavy. When faced with crisis, all we have to do is take responsibility," the plants explained to Ximi in a soft voice. The more they revealed the bloody truth to Ximi, the more Ximi collapsed. Now she was not struggling with the situation, but with her past of giving up her three friends.

"I! Don't! Agree!" Ximi spoke each word with pauses. She blocked the door with both hands, her chest heaving with intense emotions: "There must be other ways."

At this moment, Fang Qingyun in the carriage did not hear the conversation from Ximi. He was also in a state of psychological struggle. He was not worried about the power of Purui's self-detonation. Anyway, the planet would be blown into pieces in the end. What he was worried about was the aftermath caused by Purui's self-detonation.

If he remembered correctly, in the original plot, after Purui was destroyed, a death effect caused the protagonist to be imprisoned with him for more than a year. The original protagonist could also use a revolving lantern to recall his life to improve his character and explain some foreshadowing that had been laid before. But if Fang Qingyun was trapped, he would probably be in a small dark room for a year.

Needless to say, the small dark room is terrifying. There is no light, no sound, no place to lie down, and no form of entertainment. Even the strongest man would be quiet for a week. If he could stay there for a month, he would be considered a tough guy. If he stayed there for three months, he would basically go crazy. If he stayed there for a year...

What's more, it was a small dark room with no light, no sound, no gravity, and maybe even no consciousness. That situation was even more painful than Kaz standing shoulder to shoulder with the sun. Kaz could at least see what color the sun was, or at least feel the feeling of having his body frozen, but Fang Qingyun couldn't even perceive a hint of color.

Fang Qingyun was somewhat aware of his own endurance. He didn't cry out when his arms and legs were broken, purely because the zombie body he was using at the time was resistant to pain. As a result, when he was bitten by the shampooer zombie, he was still able to keep fighting even though his two arms were almost stripped of flesh.

But it was not easy for him to endure darkness and loneliness. He liked to be alone and could endure sleeping in a small space where his breath would bounce back onto the ceiling. But this did not mean that he could spend a year in the dark without any form of entertainment. He did like to daydream, but there was a limit to that. In a place so dark that he couldn't even see a photo of his lover, it was undoubtedly extremely difficult to find any spiritual sustenance.

Fang Qingyun was thinking quickly about this difficult problem, trying to get the key to solving it. Soon, he saw the limbs on the roof that had been blown over by the bloody storm "trembling" in the suction, and then they were sucked out of the roof and flew straight in the direction of Pu Cui.

This gave him a little inspiration, and he tried to grasp it, and after a brief thought, he knew what to do.

He flipped over and climbed down from the side of the ark, landing behind Ximi with his whole body like a hanging spider, and with the help of the octopus suction cups behind him that were like tentacles, the vegetative patients who were still trying to persuade him sincerely were frightened and took a step back collectively.

Fang Qingyun knocked on the door and asked Ximi to move aside, then he climbed in through the door. The water tentacles returned to their essence of water, cleaned Fang Qingyun, and threw the bloody part out of the car. Although his vocal cords allowed him to speak his mind outside, Pu Cui was now starting to self-destruct, and staying outside would only leave him with some arms and legs hanging on his body, so he might as well come in: "I have an idea for a solution."

"Don't keep me in suspense. I'm done with my anxiety." Ximi seemed to be waiting for Fang Qingyun to come up with a best of both worlds solution.

Fang Qingyun grabbed a cup of milk tea and manually operated the cannon to shoot the milk tea out. The muzzle of the Ark's milk tea cannon was pointing to the side, so theoretically such an attack would have no effect on Pu Cui who was at the back of the Ark. But at this moment Pu Cui was absorbing everything, so after being attracted, the milk tea would make a smaller and smaller circular motion, and the final landing point would naturally be Pu Cui himself who was at the center of the circle.

Ximi watched the cup of milk tea explode on Pu Cui's face, transferring a piece of flesh and blood from Zhuoping's face. At this moment, Zhuoping looked like a piece of his face skin had been dug out, revealing the bright red muscles and hollow nostrils underneath. The feeling of being stained with flesh and blood yet not completely separated from it made Ximi exclaim in disgust.

This is the method Fang Qingyun came up with. Since Pucui accepts all comers, I think he is also very fond of this kind of "Xiangjian Krypton Mouth" and "Qing" things? Anyway, this is also throwing food, but it is the processed kind.

Soon, the effect of this shot of milk tea made everyone see the dawn of victory. The milk tea was splashed indiscriminately as if it was free of charge. The increased loading speed made Zhang Bo's two pots not enough. The milk tea was just made and was stuffed into the barrel and fired out while it was still boiling hot. Pu Cui was beaten beyond recognition under such intensive firepower. His relatively handsome skin seemed to be peeled off, revealing his evil nature.

In the end, all parts of Purity were randomly teleported to various corners of the universe, and He Himself was exiled back to His original world due to lack of power with unwilling cries.

Chapter 279: Starry Sky Train

When it was confirmed that Purui's high-energy reaction had disappeared on the detector, the entire Ark was submerged in a sea of ​​joy. The plant people cheered loudly, and the sound almost blew the roof off the car. Even Naike played a victory song. The rhythmic music made everyone stomp their feet. Fang Qingyun breathed a sigh of relief, and the moment he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt that he could not stand and almost fell on Ximi next to him.

The fatigue caused by continuous knife fighting with Pu Cui exploded all over Fang Qingyun's body like a ignited bomb the moment his fighting spirit faded. He originally thought that he was a guy who always had the attribute of "energetic" and never got tired, but the fierce battle with Pu Cui really squeezed all the muscles in his body. Every tendon was wailing, and he even felt the muscles in his arms twitching slowly and firmly. The pain was like a needle prick. Fang Qingyun felt that he didn't even have the strength to howl, and could only lean on Ximi's shoulder.

Ximi showed his left hand to Fang Qingyun. He was still in an unconscious state, so when he saw Ximi raising his left hand, he almost thought that Ximi was going to use physical means to encourage him, such as a slap in the face to wake him up. After a while, Fang Qingyun realized that this was going to be a high-five.

He waved his limp hands, forcefully commanding his shrunken palms to open up, and touched Ximi. Ximi seemed to realize that something was wrong with Fang Qingyun, and suddenly became panicked: "Juer! Juer! Something seems to be wrong with the apprentice!"

Fang Qingyun heard the thudding sound of Ju'er's footsteps, and then Ju'er's head popped out from above his field of vision. After letting her hair down because she wasn't cooking, the hair hung down to the tip of Fang Qingyun's nose, making him want to sneeze. Then he felt Ju'er gently pinching his leg: "It's okay, it's okay. Your leg is as hard as granite. You must be tired just now. Just lift it to the side and rest for a while."

The vegetative people consciously made way for him, and with the help of several suitable pineapple people, Fang Qingyun was quickly placed on a seat with some clean cloth on it. Although Fang Qingyun still had a bloody smell all over his body, the plants contributed their things without hesitation so that Fang Qingyun could have a good sleep.

So... how long has it been since the last time I slept? Fang Qingyun felt his eyelids fighting. Now he was half asleep and half awake as soon as he closed his eyes. The light above his head was still too bright. He lifted a piece of cloth to cover his eyes, and fell asleep with his hands on his forehead and eyes.

Ximi looked at Fang Qingyun's other hand that was naturally hanging down because he fell asleep, and quietly pushed Ju'er beside him, carefully moving for fear of waking Fang Qingyun: "...Do you feel that the apprentice looks like he is dead?"

Ju'er rolled her eyes at Ximi and mouthed: "You are so happy to say sarcastic words now, but if something really goes wrong, I'll see you cry!"

"Now is not the time to celebrate." Zhang Bo stopped all the plants from cheering, except for the area where Fang Qingyun was. The plants there fell silent after seeing Fang Qingyun fall asleep: "The world-destroying spell has not stopped. We can't use milk tea to transmit those spells. Now we have to leave this planet. Before we leave, no one can guarantee our complete safety."

Naike nodded to Zhang Bo and began to operate the virtual keyboard in front of him: "After losing the interference of Pu Cui, according to the surveillance I connected to, after reaching the ground, there is a launch base about 20 kilometers away from here. We can use the rocket mounted in the launch base to launch us into space and escape from this world."

"But we don't have a colony yet, right?" Zhiwei spread his hands. At this moment, the people in charge of each artillery position gathered in the main control room. Only here, no matter how much they quarreled, they would not disturb Fang Qingyun who was resting in the vegetative state. "The apprentice is still resting now, and I have a question, why don't we go through the star gate?"

Ximi shrugged helplessly. She had always insisted on going through the Star Gate, but now she became an opponent of going through the Star Gate. This was really a trick of fate. She sighed: "The Star Gate has been almost completely destroyed by Purui. According to the apprentice's description, Purui should not have affected the Star Gate on the lower level, but this time Purui manipulated too much magic power..."

"So our Star Gate has been buried in a sea of ​​blood and corpses with so many arms and legs passing by." Juer walked to Naike's side with a helpless look on her face. After getting Naike's permission, she released the Star Gate in its current appearance. That scene made everyone take a deep breath.

The Star Gate was now like an altar for some ancient evil ritual. Various corpses and limbs were stuck in some strange places due to the attraction. After losing the suction, they all fell down and were arranged in a special way inside the Star Gate. Twisted faces, broken fingers, and intestines were hanging on the Star Gate like decorations with lights and colors...

"The most critical part is here..." Ju'er magnified an area and showed it to Zhiwei: "All the connecting lines and the like have been cut into sections because of the beating of those limbs and the attraction of some sharp bones, especially the main circuit."

Juer pointed at the wire that was as thick as a bowl. The wire was originally connected to the star gate. Because those limbs were attracted by the Purity, they passed by like high-speed blades and cut the wire into pieces. The work of connecting the wire that was thicker than a hair was enough to make the electrician in charge completely collapse.

Even without considering the risk of incorrect connections, the reconnected wires are particularly prone to producing higher resistance at the break, and the higher heat makes the wiring more likely to overload and burn. Once any of these problems occur, the consequences can be devastating.

"Don't we even have spare lines?" It was Khamur's turn to get angry. He had been silent all this time, but now he looked like an angry lion. The mushrooms growing on his forehead were shaking with his emotions. "We should have some. I know all the lines entering the warehouse. I have definitely seen such a thick line before. It passed through my hands!"

"According to the X-ray investigation, what passed through Ju'er and Khamul's location at that time were actually some other high-value items. Only one line of them was fake to deal with the inspection, and the rest were general equivalents used to exchange for certain monster extracts." Naike flipped through the file records in front of him expressionlessly: "Those extracts can be used to make addictive hallucinogenic drugs, and their sales are far ahead in the entire dungeon."

"…This fucked up world is really hopeless." Zhiwei spat. Without a mouth, he could only make sounds, but nothing came out with the sounds. Khamur next to him looked closely at the evidences in disbelief. In the end, he could only sigh, and staggered back two steps as if all his bones were pulled out. He huddled on the sofa like a helpless child.

Khamul once dirty his hands for the stability of the dungeon. The experience of dirtying his hands made this person with strong empathy think about committing suicide several times. But now he is told that everything he has done is in vain, and he even gave the green light for some people to take hallucinogens. How can he not collapse?

"So we can only take the surface path." Ximi typeset and finalized the plan. Zhang Bo, who was sitting next to him, was packing up his fishing rod and said nothing about it. After all, it was time for Ximi and Juer to take over. If what the apprentice said was true, an old man like him should go fishing with Hammer and Frying Pan in the apprentice's world instead of worrying about gains and losses here.