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"So, what about that guy floating in the air with flames all over his body? You're not going to protect him as well, are you?"

The cell man straightened his spine, looked down slightly, and looked at the ghost out of the corner of his eye, his face full of dissatisfaction.

The ghost turned his head to take a look, met the pleading eyes of the withered skeleton, and nodded firmly to the cell man.

The ghost is always willing to meet the reasonable requests of the breath that it feels very familiar with, even if it means owing the cell person a favor. It doesn't matter, and it has almost guessed why the cell person does these things.

"That's fine."

The cell man shrugged indifferently and spread his hands. He looked extremely angry just now, but now he was very calm. He didn't care about the life or death of those two guys at all. After all, they were not islanders from his world.

The Cell Man looked at the ghost and slowly stated his true request. "I'm a little itchy. After all, it's been a long time since I've had a good time."

The cell man lied without batting an eyelid. He had clearly massacred some islanders who had not yet recovered before the end of the time cycle. Their bodies were covered in blood, and it took a lot of effort to clean it off.

"so."

"Since you asked me to let them go, there must be some substitutes that can replace them so that I can have a good fight. So, ghost, let's have a fight."

The cell man put forward his original goal. In fact, he wanted to fight with the ghost when he first met him. He also knew that if he raised this matter in a gentle tone, the ghost would definitely not refuse.

But how could he, as a king, ask for favors from another for any reason? He would never do that.

418 A Simple Competition Between Cell People and Ghosts

The two of them found a relatively empty place and started to get ready.

The cell man always enjoyed the feeling of dancing on the tip of a knife. He held a red and black weapon in his hand, with a strange eye in the middle that was rolling around, looking very weird. He also held a shield covered with ice spikes in his hand.

The strange-looking weapon is called the Cursed Blade. It is the most powerful of all the weapons of the cell and should be treated with the most caution. Just like its name, anyone who picks up this weapon is cursed. As long as they are slightly hurt, they will be cursed and their lives will be taken away as a price.

The ghost over there was just quietly wiping his bone nails and looking up calmly.

In the past, when fighting with those big bugs, it always moved first, but the weapons in the opponent's hands gave it a sense of danger, so for the sake of its own body, it prepared to move backward.

It doesn't want to release the void here, and there is no need to use deeper levels of power for a simple exchange.

The ghost cell person is too lazy to observe too much. He always insists on killing the opponent before he makes a move, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Then the next moment the cell man changed his weapons.

I have to change. With the opponent's height and that small weapon, if I don't crouch down, I can only touch the air. Wouldn't it be too frustrating to fight like that?!

The weapon in his hand turned into a heavy hammer-like weapon.

The ghost watched the dangerous aura disappear and touched his head in confusion. A blue grenade suddenly appeared. Sensing the danger, the ghost immediately moved. A black shadow immediately shuttled forward. The blue grenade exploded where the ghost had just shuttled, and a blue ice crystal bloomed. It quickly melted and evaporated under the hot lava.

In just a moment, the ghost arrived in front of the cell man. The white bone nails in his hands were filled with white light. The ghost had been accumulating strength since the moment he was ready to fight, just to release it all at this moment.

White light emanated from the bone, and the sharp aura headed straight for the cell man's head.

He raised his shield calmly, and the hard shield blocked the attack firmly without even a crack appearing.

The moment the attack was blocked, an icy breath spread to the ghost. The ghost immediately escaped into the void without hesitation, telling it directly that it would be frozen in just a little while at night, and this situation was fatal to the ghost that relied heavily on flexibility.

It appeared behind the cell man again, but the cell man's attack followed closely, and the huge hammer-like weapon hit down fiercely.

It collided with the ghost's slender bone nails, making a crisp sound. The two men wrestled with each other, neither of them retreated, and it was impossible to tell who was the winner.

At an opportune moment, both men let go and stepped back at the same time. The cell man, as if sensing the impending danger, subconsciously raised his shield, and the pure black, roaring void slammed heavily into his shield.

Such a huge force caused the cell man's hands to tremble, but he had no time to feel so much, because the ghost's next wave of attacks was coming soon.

Black ripples vibrated on the ground, and the cell rolled backwards to barely avoid that range. The ghost was still preparing to pursue the victory, but a trap happened to be in its way. If the ghost had not finally discovered that it had turned into emptiness, it would probably have been bitten hard and could only stand there unable to move.

It used a bone nail to pick up the trap and flew it farther away in disgust, and the blue grenade was thrown towards it again and again.

But the black shadow was so fast that it was almost impossible to capture. The ghost stood not far from the cell man, and the white light gathered on the bone nail again.

Ever since this body completely became a ghost, there were no more restrictions on entering the void. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't launch an attack after entering the void, I'm afraid the cell people really would have no way to deal with him.

The only way for the cell man now is to seize the loopholes created by his attack. This passive defense makes him very unhappy. He wants to have a good fight instead of feeling so depressed.

There was still some distance, but the ghost had turned into a black shadow and quickly caught up. Faced with the sharp attack, the cell man had to put up the shield again, but the price was losing the opportunity for another round of attack.

No matter whether the ghost hits the target or not, it will never be greedy again, but will immediately retreat thousands of miles away to look for the next opportunity.

This cautious style of play made the cell people even more restrained. It felt like the situation had gradually changed from being evenly matched at the beginning to the ghosts' unilateral attack and the cell people's unilateral defense.

But it was difficult for the ghost to break through the cell man's defense. The opponent's shield was wielded too skillfully, so he couldn't find any breakthrough after such a long time, and could only waste time helplessly.

The two people were in a stalemate, neither of them willing to give in first.

The ghost launched a new round of attack. When it thought its attack was about to hit the shield again, the opponent seemed to be tired and failed to raise the shield successfully. The sharp bone nails embedded in the flesh and blood, and the heavy hammer hit its body hard.

The ghost was knocked flying and barely managed to steady himself before landing. The cell man covered his wound with blood, and both sides were injured.

But the next moment, the cell man drank the orange substance without hesitation, and the wounds on his body slowly recovered. White light gathered where the ghost stood, and the injuries he had suffered were instantly healed.

At this moment, everything returned to its previous state. Neither of them was injured, and nothing happened at all.

“…Okay, okay, okay, no more fighting, no more fighting, no more fighting.”

The Cell Man couldn't stand it any longer and waved his hand. After all, the potion she brought was limited, but he didn't know if the ghost's method was unlimited. "If we keep fighting, even for ten thousand years, we won't be able to determine the winner."

The ghost nodded in agreement and put away his weapon. The two of them had reached the pinnacle of skill in this area. Without fatigue, it was impossible to determine the winner.

Of course, if the ghost is willing to release the power of the void, that's another matter.

The fight between them left the Blazes and Wither Skeletons who were watching dumbfounded. They looked at their companions and then at themselves.

It seemed that the two of them would not be able to last more than a few minutes in front of these two abnormal monsters. They might be lying on the ground before the fight even started.

Fortunately, fortunately, the Withered Skeleton couldn't help but feel relieved and thought that it was a good thing that he surrendered early.

419 Regional Scenery

"I can't understand it at all. Are they really creatures from this world?! Black coal." The Flame Man was numb with surprise. He stared at the two resting ghosts and cell people, unable to find any adjective to use.

"Pyromaniac, please be polite with your words to me. Be careful or I will report you for personal revenge." The Withered Skeleton was completely speechless. When would his companion be able to use respectful words to him?

The Blaze Man faced this counterattack without a trace of fear. Instead, his flames burned even more furiously as he retorted fiercely. "How dare you call me that? Who called me a pyromaniac first?!"

"Aren't you a pyromaniac? You're always lighting things up, without a second thought. You want to set fire to anything that can burn. Calling you a pyromaniac is the truth."

"Aren't you just black coal?!" Flame sticks swirled around him, all pointed at him. "Your body and face are just as black. You blend right in with anything even slightly darker. And you love to walk silently through dark mines at night. I wonder how many poor souls you've scared to tears."

In just a few minutes, the two men started to quarrel with each other again. They were pushing each other against each other, competing secretly, glaring at each other, and it looked like they would start fighting in the next second.

"It seems those two little creatures you adopted aren't obedient." The cellman, sitting carefree and wide-legged, couldn't help but murmur, his words dripping with sarcasm as he watched the scene unfold. "Why give these creatures a chance? They can't be caught, they can't be understood, and they might not even learn to be grateful. At any moment, they could turn from a well-behaved dog into a vicious wolf and ruthlessly bite their owner's neck, tearing it to a bloody mess."

The cell man spoke a lot with deep emotion, but at the end, he thought of a dog he also had, a loyal dog... The most loyal dog swung a knife at him because of its loyalty, which had to be said to be a huge irony.

The ghost didn't take what the cell man said to heart at all. The ghost had never been betrayed before, and at most it had been deceived once. This guy cheated it of all its Geo. However, since the other party ended up being pregnant with more than double, it soon stopped thinking about this little thing.

So it couldn't understand everything the cell man said, but it also knew that the other party's words were treating intelligent creatures as unintelligent beasts.

[Not a wolf]

The ghost corrected.

"Okay, then you continue to give me your trust. I'm quite happy to see you get humiliated." The cell man spread his hands indifferently. After all, in the end, the other party suffered a loss and was cheated, and it was not his responsibility.

[Not a dog either]

The ghost continued to correct.

The cell man looked at it with some confusion, almost unable to understand what the other party was saying.

"Is it a monster... a human? Or even a bug? They're all independent beings."

The ghost said a few words uncertainly, because the general name for this creature was different in every place, so it just said them all. It spoke very seriously and looked at the cell man with a serious look.

[So we cannot call them irrational beasts, that would be an insult]

[It is a terrible insult to call the wise unwise.]

The Ghost remembers seeing those words upon his return to Hallownest, and since then he has known the difference between wisdom and intelligence.

[They are intelligent, not mindless beasts]

The Cell Man looked at the serious ghost in silence, unable to figure out what to say. "Huh? I was just describing them. I don't think there's anything wrong with that."

[But they are as intelligent as you and cannot be described as beasts.]

The ghost put on a rather stubborn expression, probably thinking that unless the cell man gave in, it wouldn't either.

"Tsk, you're really worthy of being entangled in some meaningless little things. Okay, I understand. I will try my best to avoid this title." The cell man turned his face away with an impatient look, and silently added in his heart to avoid being in front of you.

He didn't really want to argue with the other party. They had just fought a fight without a clear winner, and the current fight would probably be the same. If the other party decided to use the power of the void, he might just be lying down.

The cell man subconsciously summoned the cursed blade and played with it for a while, but it was hard to say who would be lying down by then. He never had any respect for God. If possible, he would ruthlessly shove his weapon into the faces of these so-called gods, especially since those damn guys were also involved in the decline of the island, which made him hate them even more.

Sooner or later, he would kill all the gods there, filling the entire island with the gods' broken corpses and fresh blood, and chop off their heads and hang them on the throne to deter and warn those who had rebellious hearts.

These guys will definitely not sit idly by and watch him repair the island, because sooner or later they will come into conflict with each other.

In the past, the biggest obstacle to repairing the island was the cell people themselves. When the cell people are no longer an obstacle, those gods will jump out without exception, demonstrating their meaningless existence.

The ghost didn't quite understand why the cell man was distracted again. It looked around and found a piece of burning land. It took out a piece of uncooked meat and slowly roasted it over the fire.

Just when the ghost was grilling again, the two guys finally ended their quarrel and quietly came behind the ghost, watching the ghost's actions carefully.

"The new boss doesn't seem to understand the rules of this hell." Wither Skeleton whispered to the Blaze Man.

"It won't be cooked like this. Do you want us to help?" The Flame Man replied in a low voice.

Well, it was so quiet that you could hear it whether you were listening carefully or not. However, compared to their usual loud voices, it was really quiet.

So the ghost naturally heard it quickly. It put the meat away, looked up at the two monsters, and raised the sign again.

How to bake

The two monsters suddenly became alert, straightened their bodies and subconsciously said "I understand", but they reacted after a moment.

The Blaze Man took out an extinguished bonfire, lit it, and then put the meat on it. As soon as the meat was put on it, it sizzled in the flames and gave off a fragrant aroma.

The Blaze and Wither Skeleton swallowed their saliva at the same time, and then didn't dare to look for a long time.

The situation here was warm and cozy, and Steve's situation wasn't much worse. They had even been treated warmly by the piglins, so warmly that Steve wanted to run away.

420 Steve: Let me introduce my son.

Steve stood at a loss among the piglins, and was led to the center of the square amid cheers.

It was just a simple list of ingredients for a fire resistance potion, but it earned him unprecedented respect here.

As for why she was willing to hand over the ingredients of the fire resistance potion so easily, of course it was because some of the materials were simply not available in Hell, and eventually these pig spirits would still establish a complete industrial transaction with the villagers.

Val couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene. Perhaps, a talented guy like Steve could always find a lifestyle that suits him and would not starve to death.

Even though Steve always belittled himself, thinking that he had no talent for architecture, was reckless in fighting, and had a low IQ, there were some shining points in him that no villager could ignore.

"Steve, have you taken a fancy to any of the pigling girls? If so, let's become relatives right now!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a group of female pig spirits greeted him with wild laughter, looking very strong and powerful.

Steve immediately shuddered all over, and his face almost couldn't hold back, revealing a look of fear. He tried for a long time to control his expression, showing a fake smile, and chuckled at the other party.

"No no no no no no, I already have a wife and kids."

Val, who was originally smiling, frowned immediately when he heard this. He had a bad premonition.

As expected, Steve immediately pointed in his direction with a perfectly natural, silly smile on his face. "Um, my son."

"??? But you two look the same age." The pig spirit who was proposing marriage looked at Steve hesitantly, then at Val, and asked his question in a very conflicted manner.

"I'm a demon, so what if I live longer?" Steve continued to smile foolishly, ignoring the scorching gaze from behind that almost burned through him.

Val looked at Steve with gritted teeth. The other party was really talented in making people angry, and no one could compare to him.

Even he was so angry at the other party that he didn't know what the other party was planning.

His anger was growing stronger and stronger, but he recalled the words of the pig spirits and thought of certain things, and his anger was extinguished in an instant.

"Wait." Val quickly stepped forward and stood in front of the piglins. Looking at these piglins, who were almost identical except for their equipment, he asked in a deep voice. "Besides juvenile and adult stages, do you also have an aging process?"