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The crown covered his eyes at a certain angle, preventing Favorite from seeing the other person's expression. However, judging from the curved corners of his lips and his increasingly excited movements, he regarded this killing as a feast that was enough to enjoy.

This discovery made the collector feel cold all over. He once thought about completely opposing this guy, but by that time, he would have died so many times that he probably couldn't even count them.

Sometimes the opponent's sickle got stuck in the bones. The opponent would react quickly by grabbing one end of the weapon and kicking. With the sound of cracking bones, he would pull the weapon out of the opponent's body, look at the fallen corpse, and turn around to meet another unlucky guy.

Some monsters were attracted by the noise and rushed over recklessly, like moths chasing after a flame, and were then burned to ashes.

The guy didn't stop waving his weapon until the last monster turned into a warm and broken corpse. The handle of the sickle was covered in blood, and there were even a few fingerprints. There were also several cracks on the sickle, and the blade was bent.

No wonder the other party has to replace a new weapon every once in a while. If they continue to use it at this frequency, I'm afraid that thing will completely collapse after walking a few more miles.

The cell man looked at the weapon with some disdain, and missed the ones produced by the system. Although it was expensive, you get what you pay for. But now this weapon can still be used, and it is not time to discard it yet. When it is completely damaged, he can just take a weapon from some unlucky person. Even if most of their weapons are in tatters and may be damaged before they can even finish a fight, it is enough to pick and choose and select a good one to barely use.

He climbed up like this, covered in blood, stepping on the broken pieces of corpses. The tower was very tall, but it also had an end, and at the end was the familiar person.

The distorted space and time of this island were caused by the other party. The time that kept going back was not so easy to use. The huge energy was not as easy to control as imagined, so that all the buildings were distorted.

"Produce proof." The Guardian of Time ignored the disgusting smell of blood emanating from the other party and stretched out his hand as if asking for something.

The cell man immediately went up to the person, gave him a high five, and then cheered.

"Ha, I've wanted to do this for a long time, to celebrate the success of our cooperation."

The originally good atmosphere seemed to sink into an ice cellar, and invisible anger burned fiercely in the other party's body. After all, the collector was not a fool. While cursing the guy for being unreliable in his heart, he handed the information he had prepared long ago to the other party.

Perhaps people living on this land are always concerned about this land and the other people on this land.

The Time Keeper finally calmed down and read the document, word for word. After finishing the last sentence, she looked up at the unreliable man and asked. "I've read the information, but I think the cooperation still needs to be discussed."

"What's wrong? Is the information not detailed enough? Or is there something I don't understand?" The collector suddenly became anxious. He had finally swallowed his pride and used all kinds of weird methods to get the possibility of first-line cooperation from the other party, but an accident happened because of his carelessness or negligence. He would never be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life, and the already heavy burden on him would completely crush him.

A long time ago, when he was conducting experiments on living people, he kept comforting himself, telling himself that these sacrifices were necessary, and that their sacrifices were never in vain and worthless. If he discovered at this time that those sacrifices were unnecessary, he might really collapse.

He has always been very clear that the epidemic was not the other party's fault alone. About half of the fault was caused by him, which he cannot and should not shirk.

Fortunately, the Guardian of Time just shook his head, which made the Collector relax. He breathed a long sigh of relief, a shameful sigh of relief.

"? Why are you looking for me? I have said everything I need to say. Is there anything else you want to say?" The cell people met each other's gaze with some surprise. They stared at each other for a long time, and no one turned away.

"Can you trust me? Are you trustworthy? Tell me, can I trust you now?"

The Guardian of Time asked the question that concerned her most.

"Will you lead this country to ruin once again? Will you snatch away hope just as it appears? Will you betray us once again for the sake of immortality?"

She remembered some things, such as why she was willing to follow the other person.

In troubled times, few people can remain immune, not even her, especially as a woman. She may not even have the option of dying peacefully. At that time, her village had long been overwhelmed. Every day, people died painfully from exhaustion, or jumped into the lake to get relief as soon as possible.

At that time, her parents, perhaps because of her, had more hope and always felt that there was such a thing as a future. So no matter how hard or tiring their lives were, they lived tenaciously, saving money and squeezing out some food to feed her.

At that time, she was not able to work and could only cry weakly, but she needed a lot of food, so her mother starved to death first, and then her father. However, by then she had grown up enough to carry the burden of labor on her tender shoulders, so she, like millions of other walking corpses, exchanged heavy labor for a little meager rations.

But even such miserable days could not be endured in the end. A huge fire completely burned down the village. The nobles robbed the last bit of property and food, leaving them no way to survive. However, they did not need a way to survive, because the nobles had already raised their butcher knives to them and chopped them down without mercy.

How could those people, whose stomachs were torn apart and who had been trained to be slaves, have the strength to resist? They died quickly. All their relatives, all their friends, all those who were once blood relatives died, died in front of her.

Only she managed to survive, but the dirty stains could not hide her pretty face. The nobles became greedy, so she was forcibly abducted and given food she had never seen before. She was prepared to be fed alive and then used as a plaything.

At that time, she sadly realized the other party's thoughts, so that the young girl had such a fierce resistance for the first time. She resisted the hunger in her body and pushed the delicious food to the ground, but those nobles just smiled and locked her up, waiting for her to lick the food that fell to the ground and became a mess like a dog.

Hunger can drive people crazy. The nobles have seen it too much. They are looking forward to this tough fight and abandoning all their bottom lines.

But they were too late to see the scene, as the rebels arrived. Even she, who was locked in the room, could hear the so-called nobles begging for mercy in a humble manner.

At that time, she thought to herself that she could not forgive him, no matter what the price.

Then she heard the sound of a head falling to the ground, and then the gorgeous door was kicked open. The one leading the way was that guy, their future king.

At that time, the other person had very tender hands following behind him, and was only a little taller than her. She didn't know how he grew so big later that she had to look up at him.

"Alive or dead." The other party's words were very impolite, as if he turned and left after hearing no response.

At that time, she was extremely weak due to hunger and had no strength to roar, so she just gently hit the railing. Fortunately, the other party heard her voice, walked over, easily split the railing that was impossible for her to climb over at that time, and reached out to her.

Then he held her on his back and turned around to leave and continue his arrangements.

He held her in a panic and bewildered manner, then carefully carried her on his back. To be honest, the technique was so rough that she still remembers the pain.

She was very sure that the other party had seen the food that fell on the ground before he left. She was even very sure that the other party laughed after seeing it. As for the "not bad" he said, she couldn't remember whether he said it out loud, but no matter what, she survived that day.

"I am already immortal." The other party's answer brought her back to reality. Perhaps because of her past memories, she looked at him absent-mindedly and subconsciously said the script she had thought of a long time ago.

"Your assurances are ineffective... Wait, what did you say?"

"Wait, what did you say?"

The Collector and the Keeper of Time looked at each other, then spoke in unison. They both saw the almost unsuppressed confusion and shock in each other's eyes.

"I said, I'm immortal, so you don't have to worry about this kind of thing. Besides, do you think I would do such a thing in the past?"

The Time Guardian thought of the other party's childish high-five and slowly shook his head.

"That's it."

328 Oh My God! The ghost was kidnapped!

The ghost dozed off over a pile of neatly arranged papers.

His hands, which had been so powerful when they wielded the bone nails, were now so limp as if the bones had been pulled out. Just to pick up a new file from the top, the ghost lay flat on the table, rubbing his face against it, trying hard to raise his hands to reach it, and was unwilling to move his butt off the chair at all.

After finally reaching it, the ghost weakly picked up the document that he had just scribbled all over and tried to hold it up with great effort.

The documents that were just neatly arranged suddenly had a discordant figure. It was showing off its arrogance at the top of the documents with its fangs and claws bared, and then a corner of it was blown up by the wind.

However, this arrogant and rebellious attitude did not last long, and was held down by Green who was standing diligently beside him.

Green resisted the urge to burn everything to ashes with a big fire, and reached out and carefully moved the paper, placing it neatly.

It was simply not here, it was busy with something else. At first, Green was secretly happy about the other party's departure, but now the long and monotonous work almost wore out all his patience, and that cunning guy evaded the responsibilities he should have fulfilled.

So cunning.

The two, one big and one small, couldn't help but grumble in their hearts at the same time, there were supposed to be three people being punished, but how come it became two in the end? But there was no other way, some things could only be dealt with purely, and what's more, Green was not without the opportunity to leave, because these boring punishments could not help much, so if he was willing to work honestly and steadily, it was not impossible for him to go out.

But how could Green be willing to leave the ghost? Even Pure, knowing that this matter would only get worse if it wasn't handled by the ghost, probably didn't want to leave.

What he cares about is not only the ghosts, but also this newly prosperous kingdom.

But Green is different.

At least for him.

The troupe had disbanded, his kin had forgotten the past, Hallownest wasn't his home, and he truly only had his father.

Fortunately, this boring torture is not permanent. Hornet just wants to punish them, but what he is facing now is enough to make him overwhelmed. Instead of letting the other party continue to waste time here doing nothing, it is better to let these two guys help solve some problems.

The ghost instantly perked up when it heard the news. It ran away from the spot in a flash, and its figure shuttled through the Holy Nest without stopping. The ghost didn't care where to go now. It just wanted to get as far away from there as possible and enjoy the sweet breath of freedom.

The black shadow was so fast that the flames could not spread even half as fast as it. Green watched the ghost disappear from his sight. It was not that he could not catch up, but Honeyt had already held him down. After weighing the pros and cons for a moment, Green stopped.

If he ran away now, he would be confined for a longer period of time, and even his father would not come to help him, nor be able to help him.

Fine rain poured down on them, and some insects flying in the distance didn't care about their clothes getting wet. Anyway, these special materials would dry out soon.

This is the City of Tears, the central hub of the entire kingdom. Compared to its previous area, it has expanded exponentially. Even if we can't continue digging, the vertical space available underground is too vast.

"What on earth is so worrying about this? Don't tell me those nobles are rioting again." Green narrowed his eyes, his arms folded across his chest in a hint of impatience. "Those guys are as tenacious as weeds. After all, there's no shortage of ambitious people in this world. Weeds need to be pruned. Cut off the messy ones that have grown out. The remaining roots will give rise to new growth."

"No." Hodgson said seriously.

Hearing the other party's resolute rebuttal, Green loosened his hands, which were originally clasped together, and let them hang down beside him. His eyes, which were originally lazy and half-closed, also opened completely.

"What kind of bad news would make you look so serious right now? But it can't be that bad, right? If it were really hopeless, I wouldn't be the only one standing here."

"Someone's coming from outside." After hearing this, Honet was silent for two seconds, perhaps remembering that Hera's race had once been outsiders. "Those kingdoms outside Hallownest somehow managed to reach this place. Logically, the winds from the Whistling Cliffs should have forced them to stop. Without a proper path, they'd forever wander around the kingdom's periphery, with only a few stray insects stumbling in. However, the Grimm Troupe also had special means to cross the wilderness and reach here. I doubt they'll be the only exception, nor the last."

"It's us," Green corrected.

Honey looked at him in surprise, his eyes filled with disbelief. "You actually admitted it. I thought you hated the past."

"I'm not that naive. Besides, I promised... that old man that even though I'm the only one left in the Green Troupe and I won't form one again, I don't want this name to be buried in history."

Green clicked his tongue. He didn't want to mention the guy who had the same name and surname as him and was a real relative, but he couldn't help but admire him. The guy's solo dance of burning himself in the flames would be something he would never forget.

The body was collapsing, the flesh was burning, the bones were deforming, and despite such intense pain, his movements did not waver at all, he was so determined.

"Okay, let's get those things over with."

"Let's talk about something new, like those outsiders. They make you so alert, so they must have bad intentions. So why not prioritize catching those—little grass bugs?"

There was some contempt in his tone when he said this. After all, the little grass insect itself was not a good name. It had a thin and powerless body, but it pretended to be mysterious by wrapping itself in a grass shell, pretending to be ferocious. The seemingly fierce charge could completely shatter the grass shell with a simple attack.

At that time, the person who had been pretending to be powerful suddenly broke through the soil and fled underground, showing his cowardly spirit to the fullest.

But when they have that layer of grass shell on their bodies again, they appear smugly again, which makes the insects feel disgusted no matter how they look at them.

Perhaps he had thought of something else, and Green added slowly.

"Of course, if you're asking how the troupe broke through that barrier or found their way here, I know nothing about it. After all, the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes and truly took in this world was... God."

He paused here and changed to a more respectful address. After all, this was not a small space where he and his father were allowed to be alone together, so he knew clearly what to say and what not to say.

The ground in the distance suddenly trembled, and the sound of uniform footsteps came from far away. At the same time, the falling raindrops also jumped rhythmically. Green subconsciously turned his head to look at the place where the sound came from, while Honeyt just looked at Green calmly.

The noise in the distance could not cover up her voice, so Green could naturally hear it clearly.

"Those alien bugs truly harbor ill intentions. Within this week alone, dozens of larvae have disappeared. They act as a team with a clear division of labor. Quino once battled one of them, and while he wasn't seriously injured, he didn't kill him."

When he said this, Green clearly saw that the makers of the noise were a team of neatly dressed patrol soldiers. The leading bug was an old man. After all, he had seen Quino more than once. At this moment, he led the soldiers through the entire City of Tears with a serious expression.

"You possess the power of fire. Wherever the fire is ignited, it becomes your eyes and ears. Your efficiency is much higher than our aimless search. You also possess enough strength to stop those damned guys, so we need your assistance."

"After all, we still don't know whether those larvae are alive or dead. Every delay reduces their chances of survival. We already sacrificed enough in that disaster; no more should occur."

"Why did you think of me? I thought you would leave this matter to God." Green looked at people with a playful look. After all, these things had little to do with him. To be precise, he should not be the key role.

"The void is too dangerous. Moreover, if we rely on it for everything, then this newly established dynasty will be nothing more than a castle in the air that will be blown away by the wind and will appear gorgeous on the surface." Honeyt was stunned when she said this, but she was very good at pretending to be calm, as if nothing had happened.

"I thought you would get rid of these troubles as soon as possible." Green laughed softly as if he had discovered something extraordinary. The other party began to hold that thing tightly in his hand hesitantly and unconsciously, as if he had just tasted the deliciousness of power.

"Even insects can transform."

"Yes, insects can transform." Green looked at the man meaningfully, like an old fox who had caught something. Of course, he knew that such childish things could not threaten the other party, but it was good to use it to check and balance the other party at the critical moment, at least to put an end to the other party's arrogance.

The rain is still falling in the City of Tears and will never stop. Although no one understands why the water in the Blue Lake is inexhaustible, there are many things in this world that we don’t understand. Instead of worrying about these insignificant things, it is better to work hard to add another rivet to this magnificent city.

The ghosts a little further away hadn't noticed their discussion at all. Before they knew it, they had arrived at the border of the kingdom. It was dry but not desolate. The sweet aroma of fruits and vegetables wafted over, mixed with the unique sandy air of the hot spot.

It calmly watched the wind blowing in the desert. The small raindrop from the City of Tears hanging on its cloak and mask had long been blown dry.

It looked at the fruits and vegetables, wondering whether it should pick some. Although there were many similar ones in the void, it heard from the people in the group that the ones it picked would always be a little different, and even have a unique flavor.

The location he chose was not very busy, at least there were not many insects coming here now.

A spying insect hiding in the shadows secretly came up with an idea. He secretly peeked at the ghost's movements from many places.

He was a secret sentry from another kingdom, and most of the missions he carried out were life-threatening. This was his second mission, and the mission required him to do everything possible to explore and test the other party's bottom line and ability in this strange kingdom. As long as the other party exposed enough weakness and obvious weaknesses, that would be the time for him to return to his homeland.

So they plundered the larvae on a large scale.

Not only can they test the other party's bottom line, but they can also find out some of the issues they need to know. The most important thing is safety. Moreover, these bugs can be cultivated from a young age and eventually become a knife in their hands.

He actually wanted to return to his homeland alive, so he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this task, which was even simpler than the last one.

But the splendor here, especially the central area, made him feel a majestic atmosphere that made him unable to take his eyes off it. This country was very good and prosperous. Although there were still some shortcomings in the system, he could see that this was a country that was growing vigorously.

There were also those soldiers with high military literacy. Fortunately, he did not see any top-notch fighters, because those fighters were the monsters who could decide the outcome of the battle.

But no matter what, the current situation here proves that there will not be good news in most cases.

This means that once their country is discovered by the country they have been spying on, war is inevitable, but they cannot avoid it. The other party is nearby and they are their neighbors. Unless the whole family moves away, there is no way to avoid it. But it is not their style to escape in a panic before the fight even starts. This means a destined confrontation.

He stood there looking at the ghost's petite and cute back, and had the idea of ​​taking action and running away.

He was distracted for a long time before he noticed the other person's eyes suddenly turning back to look at him. He was startled and took a step back.

The ghost looked back, feeling really uncomfortable at the malicious and disgusting feeling.

The guy came to his senses and realized how embarrassing he was.