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And the ghost raised his weapon high at the right moment.

Because it finds it difficult for the opponent to turn in this state, just like some big insects rushing around. They may be more difficult to catch than normal, but as long as the timing is right, it will be easier to cause serious damage to them.

Even if it is a very dangerous behavior.

Just like it was standing there before, relying entirely on the precise hits of the bone nails to deflect those damn arrows.

Which is more difficult: catching a bullet with bare hands or cutting a flying bullet in half? I think this is probably a question that cannot be determined.

Just as the ghost was about to attack, a sly smile appeared on the cell man's face.

Countless small, unknown sharp weapons like fragments popped out quickly and gathered around the cell man. Those sharp objects cut some tiny wounds on the ghost who was caught off guard.

Trade injury for injury?

The ghost held his breath, not caring about the pain at all, and looked at the cell man who was about to hit him.

Stop suddenly.

High-frequency electromagnetic waves burst out in a circular area as the opponent stopped, forcing the ghost to immediately withdraw his hand and take two steps back.

The ghost touched the damaged parts of his body with some heartache. Although he could recover with his soul as long as he was not broken into two parts, he had been injured twice since he came to this world, which was unprecedented.

The cell man withdrew his weapon in a very happy mood. He did not consider that this fight must have a certain result. If he really wanted to have a result, it was simply beyond his ability at the moment. The current result was already quite satisfactory to him.

In a sense, he is very clear-headed. He clearly knows what he can do and what he cannot do, but he is also very crazy. Even though he knows it, sometimes he always wants to touch the taboo. It doesn't matter even if there is no way to survive, because he will always rush out bloody in the end and win the victory he wants.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

As long as the other party does not give him orders, he does not mind treating the other party as a king who can be treated as an equal.

After all, the other party has his own country, and the strength he possesses is indeed enough to be on par with him. He is not the kind of guy who is so arrogant that his nose is raised to the sky, otherwise he would not have so many supporters.

The ghost watched silently, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Because the gray mist that enveloped the other party quickly faded away, at least it was not as thick as before.

445 Those who are separated will eventually meet again

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: ...You know what? I saw that loud explosion through the window of a building. What were you doing over there?

When Steve wrote this, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the place where the explosion happened. He had begun to admire the indifferent pig spirit in front of him. No matter what happened, he didn't even glance at that place.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: Those groundless nonsense are meaningless except for making you look more stupid. You don't think I have the kindness and obligation to answer your nonsensical questions, do you?

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: If you want to ask any questions, there is no need to make an excuse. Anyway, no matter what you say, I am too lazy to tell you.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect:! Did you eat gunpowder? It's so choking.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: Huh? Don't try to speculate about things beyond your own IQ; that's the most meaningless thing.

There was a lot of verbal battle going on over there, and the continuous beeping sound was so loud that the other people in the chat group couldn't help but put down what they were doing temporarily to see what was going on.

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? : Steve, are you being naughty again?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Wait, what do you mean I'm being naughty again? This guy is clearly a firecracker.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Because now he rarely confronts others like this, because he thinks this kind of thing is meaningless and a waste of time.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: ...I really envy you guys, you still have time to chat, but I'm so busy here that I can't keep my feet off the ground.

[Sunshine Commander] Sunshine's Porter: Tony Stark! What happened to your batch of androids?

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: What artificial humans? Let me correct you, those are artificial intelligence robots!

【Sunshine Commander】Sunshine Porter: Tell me, what's the difference?!

[Iron Man] An ordinary rich man: There is a huge difference. One is just an ordinary creature with a soul, while the other has touched the forbidden zone of human beings.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Stark, is there anything you're afraid of? This doesn't seem like you.

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich people:? What are you afraid of?

Iron Man on the other side of the screen frowned unhappily and silently wrote down this matter in his little notebook, intending to settle the score with Steve when he had time - it didn't matter which side it was, since both of them were giving him a headache anyway.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: This is the bottom line that cannot be trampled upon.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: This is the awe that people leave for themselves. Once this bottom line is crossed, it is easy to throw away one's conscience and bottom line. Am I right? Tony Stark

Tony Stark looked at the answer given by the doctor in silence. He wanted to send out the words, but he deleted them again and again, reorganized them, and finally fell silent.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Because until now, everything you have encountered was not considered too much suffering, those things could be solved or crushed, and you could get away with it in the end. This kind of thing has fostered your arrogance, and you will start to slide into some kind of abyss if you are not careful. But fortunately, you have a kind heart. God has given you all the capital to do evil, and finally gave you a kind heart, so you set a bottom line for yourself, and you are afraid that you will even lose this kind heart.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: As expected of a doctor, he is still so sharp.

Tony Stark leaned back in his chair after replying this sentence. All the machines in the laboratory that were running smoothly stopped working at the same time, and he calmly waited for his king to return.

【Iron Man】Ordinary Rich Man: But you guessed one thing wrong.

He thought of ghosts, Pepper, an old popsicle, and those bright, childish eyes. Tony Stark breathed a long sigh of relief and smiled from the heart.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: I will not lose that bit of kindness. I abide by that bottom line just to prevent myself from feeling disgusted. My belief in myself is stronger than ever and will not waver.

After he answered this question, he closed the chat group and rested peacefully with his eyes closed because he was really too tired.

It is not an easy task to defeat a terrifying god, but he must do it because the ghost is his friend and he will do his best to do it.

It's what he swore.

However, the target he vowed to save was looking at the messages in the chat group with a calm expression.

Is it thinking about what to say?

After all, when it calmly told the cell man that it had forgotten, the other party raised its middle finger angrily and was about to leave it there and walk away.

But before they had gone far, the withering skeleton suddenly turned back, grabbed its cloak and lifted it up. Then, with a flick of his hand, he froze the withering skeleton, which had recklessly rushed towards him, and asked it through gritted teeth, "If you try to play tricks on me again, I promise I won't stop. The worst that can happen is that we'll both be hurt."

At this time, the ghost actually wanted to remind the other party that both sides would not suffer losses, because its shell would not affect the essence of his Void God at all, but it was really difficult to repair that thing if it was broken.

So the only one who falls is the other party.

But when the ghost saw the other party's angry expression, he gave up the action with the only bit of thought he had.

Thankfully, its zero emotional intelligence has finally improved a bit, even if the ultimate reason is due to its intuition.

[God of the Void] Ghost: @Fanatical Architect is done.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Can you organize it and tell me about it?

Steve over there was so excited that he almost jumped three feet high, but fortunately he remembered that he was still on a mission, so he forcibly restrained this intention.

Steve's concentration is actually quite poor, and his decision-making ability is not much better. Even in the most dangerous missions, he might be distracted by some strange things, unless it concerns the safety of the villagers.

If it concerns himself, he won't care even if he cares, after all, he won't die.

A person who will not die can easily lose his awe of himself.

That's why he's smiling and off-line, that's why he keeps pursuing things that seem to be fatal, that's why he's going further and further down the path of self-destruction, because these are all very interesting to him.

These traits were developed before the world changed, because he was the only one who was alone in the whole world. The monsters only knew how to chase, the villagers had no intelligence, Hell was empty, and the main world only had flowers, plants and trees.

He lived in this lonely world day after day; of course, he could have chosen something more colorful.

More monsters, more ores, more interesting challenges.

But to Steve, none of this meant anything, because the world remained the same, not bad or interesting, but indeed quite peaceful.

The only thing that was important to Steve was probably the wooden house that he wanted to modify and make luxurious.

It was not until now, when the world came alive, that Steve gave up his only delusion. After all, it was an impossible task for him.

Because his architecture is so terrible that it is unbearable to look at. Even though it is shameful to say this fact, it is still the fact.

Steve's mind started wandering again.

In the absence of Val, it was difficult for anyone to curb Steve's nonsensical delusions, so the two pig spirits who were talking were forcibly interrupted. Looking at this person who had been away from home since the beginning of the conversation and now walked directly to the rooftop, I wonder where he was looking?

"Really, don't worry about it?" The pig spirit on the negotiation side expressed concern.

Because he already knew that the other party was a master of potions, and all the potions came from his hands, and potions meant gold, so the other party was quite valuable, not to mention that the other party was of the same kind as them.

They can watch other races die coldly, but they even care a little about their own kind, a tendency to be excessive.

"No." Zhu Xi coldly interrupted the other party's unnecessary concern for Steve. He didn't forget that Steve was an incredible monster. "Just ignore him, he's just..."

He began to think of an adjective that would be sufficient to use.

"It's just that I've done so many experiments that my mind is a little confused."

[God of the Void] Ghost: A black creature, you never mentioned it, it might be useful.

The ghost still prefers concise and clear expressions. It doesn't like to use a lot of modifiers to embellish its language, but unfortunately, sometimes it speaks too briefly, so that many important clues are difficult to understand. Even if the ghost is constantly reminded, sometimes it still inevitably expresses itself in this incomprehensible way.

【World Manipulator】Fanatical Master Architect: ...

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architecture University: @The unknown person nailed in the coffin, I can’t solve it even if you come.

Fortunately, there was someone in the chat group who understood this method well enough to decipher it.

The discussion in the chat group was in full swing.

The cell man calmly held the ghost's cloak, picked up the little guy who was not even half his height, and walked towards the fortress.

The cell man had actually lost his temper a long time ago. After all, the ghost's eyes were too innocent and ignorant, reminding him of a guy he had picked up on the battlefield. That guy also had such eyes, but later he became more and more silent because he knew more and more.

The most important thing is that the ghost's personality is really hard to hate. Everyone in the chat group knows how good-tempered the ghost is, otherwise the cell people would not dare to hold its cloak so boldly.

But the two guys following the ghost were not good-tempered.

As a former king, he easily discerned the most essential difference between the two guys.

But what does this have to do with him?

He held the ghost and thought randomly.

The ghost just hung quietly in the air, without arguing or making any noise, except that the bumps in the walking occasionally caused it to shake, making it feel like a balloon being held in the hand.

The withered skeleton following behind was almost mad with rage. He had tried various ways to attack and block, but all his attacks were easily blocked by that damn guy as if they were a child's play.

Apart from being frozen to death, he didn't suffer any substantial injuries, but just looking at the scene made him go crazy.

The Blaze didn't know how to comfort this friend he had known for a long time, so he could only try to hold him back.

"Your mad dog is biting people again." The cell man stretched out a finger and poked the ghost's cheek. It was much softer than he had imagined.

[no]

The ghost calmly raised the sign in rebuttal.

The cell man knew what the other party was pointing at just by looking at it, so he made a rather bored sound of "tutting" and simply pinched the other party's white substance that could be called a face twice.

It's definitely much softer than before.

The cell man confirmed this fact calmly.

It used to feel like a solid piece of jade, but now it feels like a soft piece of jade? Although the most basic feel has not changed, the essence is indeed very different.

In a sense, the most comfortable jewelry he had ever touched was not as comfortable as the other person's cheek. It was a different kind of experience. Perhaps he could consider imitating the other person's mask?

Wait, why am I thinking about these meaningless things?

The cell man slowly sorted out his scattered thoughts.

They hadn't gone far when they were stopped by the piglin guards.

"We have never seen you before." The pig spirit looked at the cell man with a very vigilant look, but when he looked at the ghost, his attitude inexplicably softened.

Even the pig spirit himself didn't notice this slightly soft attitude, but it was keenly captured by the cell man.

Cell Man: Tsk, that’s really annoying.

"Please explain your purpose so that we can decide whether to expel you."

It's hard, the fist is hard.

The Cell People really hate this kind of talk because it means that the sovereignty of action is not in their hands, but in the hands of another guy.

Cell people have always liked to hold sovereignty firmly in their own hands, the kind that no one can take away.