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Even a battlefield where lives could be taken at any moment cannot diminish the brilliance of this weapon.

At least the pig spirit's attention was firmly drawn to it.

This thing is worth at least twenty gold! They were busy calculating.

My God, it was gold, not gold grains.

Just thinking about the pile of gold brought greedy looks on their faces.

"Why is this battle such a mess?" The cell man couldn't help but complain.

"The form is irrelevant; what matters is winning or losing and staying alive." The pragmatist manager commented calmly.

"So, in order to avoid causing a disturbance, you are just going to squeeze through little by little? How much time will that waste? Is this what you call pragmatism?" The cell man turned his head and sneered. The three of them were now stuck in the crowd and couldn't get away, mostly because of each other.

"If we're just here to join in the fun, I don't think we need to rush. If something unexpected happens, no one will be left behind, right?"

The supervisor responded calmly.

"Has this guy, who's been playing dumb, finally shown his fangs like a poisonous snake? He's like some foolish person who doesn't understand himself, greedily eyeing something that doesn't belong to him."

The cell man doesn't like the other person's calm and formulaic appearance, which means he can't extract much useful information. Even if it is acting, the truth that was originally hidden will always be revealed in front of him.

So he showed no mercy.

"I still remember that when you first joined the group, you wouldn't be so unscrupulous in contradicting the seniors. You were so easy to talk to that it seemed like you didn't have your own personality. Now that your purpose of taking advantage of them has been achieved, you simply stop pretending?" He said this quickly and urgently, sounding a little angry and embarrassed, but in fact, there was no emotion in his eyes.

"I have great respect for people with sincere souls." The director lowered his head to avoid the other person's expression. His first thought was of the employees who had sacrificed for him, who faced their deepest fears, yet were so vague.

Except for a few, he couldn't even remember their appearance, because they were all blurred by that ridiculous cognitive filter into the appearance of human-animal puppets. Even the way they fell down made it difficult for people to think that they were one of their own kind.

But at least it's better than numbers.

For example, when you first hear that among the tens of thousands of people in this world, a dozen unlucky people died evenly in a year, you will just treat it as a topic of conversation, or even not as a topic of conversation, forgetting that behind these cold numbers there is a living life.

The Cell Man noticed the other party's silence and should have pressed forward. Silence meant the other party was beginning to show weakness, a part of the truth he wanted to glimpse.

He was a little defensive towards the other person because he realized that compared to the incredibly naive people in the group, the other person actually had the same hatred for real life as he did.

He knew very well what kind of person he was, so when he looked at the other person, he inevitably felt disgusted.

"You guys..." Little Red Riding Hood finally found a chance to join the conversation. "What are you doing?"

She didn't quite understand why the two guys suddenly started arguing, just as she didn't understand why they were stuck here.

She began to look through her card library for anything that might help.

Little Red Riding Hood usually spent a lot of time taking care of her cards, so she quickly found the one she wanted. It was pitch black, and even the patterns were stained by the black. Only slightly brighter fonts were inconspicuously written on the card.

Shadow Dash

This card belonged to the ghost, and she had long envied the ghost's unique way of moving. She had spent a great deal of money to extract this card, and even then, it was a single-use item. After use, even the expansion card, which should have returned to a blank state, would be destroyed along with it.

It is a truly high price.

The function is also very simple. It can escape into the inactive void for a short time and complete an ultra-high-speed long displacement in a very short time without suffering any damage in the process.

This feature doesn't sound worth the high price. Little Red Riding Hood once complained about it in a chat group, but the other party didn't give any feedback.

A chat group that was criticized but dared not say anything: ...

This was too much. Could the ghost's void be expanded? Why did he seem like such a good, innocent child, yet he always liked to expand those bizarre things? He only got that tiny bit of void with the ghost's consent. God knows how much effort he put into managing that tiny bit of void and ensuring it wouldn't become infected.

One thousandth of the energy provided by the ghost was lost.

Little Red Riding Hood took a look at the rare card and silently put it back into the card collection booklet she had exchanged with the collector.

She didn't quite understand why collecting these cards gave her a sense of accomplishment. No wonder the collector always wanted to exchange them with him.

Replaced with another more ordinary card.

【Walk like the wind】

This is a combination of agility and sprinting. The effect is simple and crude, greatly improving one's physical strength, agility and running speed.

That should be enough.

She looked towards the center of the battlefield with a serious expression, ready to provide support at any time.

After all, Steve had already said in the group that the ghost would not interfere in this matter.

Until the two guys who were fighting next to him just now disappeared with a bang.

The cell man jumped into the air at an extremely high speed, making a sound of friction with the air, leaving only a shadow like golden lightning in the air, and then disappeared without a trace.

The supervisor threw a scarlet, grinning clown upwards, and the first time Little Red Riding Hood saw the clown she seemed to hear some unbearable, shrill laughter.

The next moment, the supervisor also disappeared in front of him, leaving Little Red Riding Hood alone and disheveled.

Weren't they arguing just now?

The next moment, there was a loud explosion in the distance. Her face changed and she hurried over.

Wither was weaker than Steve had imagined, even after being hit by an arrow. It was just that his sword happened to be stuck in the opponent's vertebra, and he was almost dragged into the sky by the opponent.

Because he really couldn't bear to let go, even though the other party had lowered his head and turned his three heads towards Steve. The dark color flowed like black light on the unique patterns on his head, and the scarlet color gathered in his eye sockets and mouth when he lowered his head.

It looked like a precursor to an attack.

But he still couldn't bear to let it go. You know, the enchantment on the sword was accumulated bit by bit by his painstaking efforts.

Val, who arrived, struck Withering on the head with a sword, making him dizzy and dazed. The series of attacks he was about to spit out were stuck in his mouth and exploded.

Before Steve could finish being surprised, he saw Val imitate his movements and stab with the sword, and then it was stuck in the auxiliary bone smoothly.

“…Why is it like this?”

"Aren't you attacking the weak point?"

They looked at each other in unison, then looked up at each other's eyes which were gradually brightening up again, and felt that it was too late to let go now.

Fortunately, they were not the only ones on the battlefield. A shadow flashed quickly before their eyes.

They only heard a loud bang, and the Wither flew out with their swords, while the Cell Man just calmly put down his raised leg.

"My sword!" Steve cried out in pain. He had eaten a golden apple when he arrived, so the enemy's attack was no big deal. But the sword, on the other hand, would be gone if the enemy chose to escape.

He rushed over there in a hurry.

"This is a battlefield, soldier." Val was so tired that he could hardly speak.

"I know," Steve replied casually. "But you're not a general anymore."

The cell man ignored the two guys who were chasing him and just looked at the supervisor who was also rushing over.

"Good response." The cell man said this so calmly that even the supervisor couldn't tell from his tone whether he was giving genuine praise or being sarcastic.

But no matter how you think about it, it won't be the former.

"You shouldn't be useless at all."

The battlefield over there would probably remain in chaos for a long time, while the withered skeleton over there had gradually regained consciousness, looking at his uncontrollable hands in confusion.

He did not feel guilty about the attack he launched. He was just a little worried that he and the arsonist would be attacked by the human wave. After all, he had just attacked their companions in front of all the piglins in the city. What a crazy act it was. No one would dare to do such a thing except monsters who did not want to stay in hell.

Fortunately, their location was relatively remote and no one noticed them.

"You bastard, you finally woke up. If you don't wake up, I'll leave you alone and run away." The Flame Man shook the other man viciously, swearing harshly with gritted teeth.

"Then why didn't you run away just now?" The Withered Skeleton retorted decisively.

He looked at the other party who was trying to drag it away again, stood up straight, threw away his crossbow, and took out his sword.

It still feels safer to hold a long sword in my hand.

Then he stood in front of himself.

"And don't even try. I'm not planning on running away now."

"? Where's your brain?" Blaze looked at his companion in confusion. "Are you crazy?! You almost turned into a boring puppet just now!"

"Are you still going to protect that guy in this situation?!" The Flame Man was already seriously considering the possibility of beating the other person unconscious.

As for really abandoning the other party and running away... He, the Flame Man, is a reckless man, not a coward.

"You're mistaken." The Withered Skeleton sneered without hesitation. "If it weren't for His help, I wouldn't be able to recover now."

"Don't do that! Look, the other party is almost covered with weird filters." The Flame Man had a headache. All he wanted to do now was drag the other party out and beat him up. Yes, drag him away first, and then beat him up.

He can still distinguish these simple relationships of primary and secondary.

The Withered Skeleton looked at the reckless man, knowing that he wouldn't be able to explain himself for a while. "I don't need to joke. They wouldn't do such a thing. If they really had a problem with us, they would just kill us. We can't possibly pose any threat to them."

"Besides, I can clearly sense that it is only with His help that I can stand before you safely."

The Blaze admitted that he was a little stupid, but he just felt that the Wither Skeleton was particularly unreasonable today.

"What if they're just trying to tease us?"

"Why do this?"

"Who knows?!" Blaze Man's temper flared up. "Who knows why they would do that! But there's no doubt they could do it easily! Black Coal, don't treat me like that. Look at yourself, who's being stupid?"

“But I still choose to believe them.”

The Blaze stared at the Withered Skeleton, who had spoken so calmly, with wide eyes and an expression of disbelief. "Do you even know what the hell you're talking about? Damn it! I was blind! I thought we'd known each other for so long and I was your friend, but now it seems I'm not!"

He was almost mad with anger and started talking nonsense.

"I heard you either come with me right now or you can just fucking leave." He took a deep breath and caught his breath. Even his furious expression couldn't hide the dejection in his eyes. "Or, fuck you, I'll just pretend you're not my friend today and leave on my own."

The Withered Skeleton continued his narration calmly, seemingly completely unaffected. "If they really did it, do you think we can really leave here? Will they really let us leave? But if we're just toys in their hands, no, they won't tolerate it."

He looked up at the Flame Man who was gradually floating in the air, as if unwilling to listen to his nonsense and whose face could not be seen, and continued speaking in the same tone.

"So if we're really just toys in their hands, we have absolutely no chance of survival. If they're truly that evil, running away isn't the best option. Don't forget, they even have the ability to control people. If we anger them, the outcome won't be as simple as death."

"It's not that I choose to believe them, but I have no choice but to believe them."

The Wither Skeleton breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the Blaze slowly descend.

"...Okay! I'll trust you one last time. After all, my brain is never as good as yours." The Blaze said sullenly. "What are we going to do next? Go find them again?"

The Withered Skeleton nodded. He looked at the Blaze Man floating over and suddenly called out to him. Seeing the other person pause, his originally calm tone finally began to change.

"Thank you, thank you for not giving up on me, thank you for believing in me."

453 How could things end so easily?

The ghost who was still underground and had not left guiltily lifted his cloak to cover himself.

Even if it felt that its act of helping that poor withered skeleton was not considered as meddling, after all, after all...

The ghost thought for a long time but couldn't find any reason or excuse, so it sat on the ground even more decadently and wrapped itself smaller in its cloak.

That shouldn't be considered a violation.

The ghost thought even more guiltily.

If it were the old hands in the chat group, they would probably find a small excuse to ignore such a trivial matter. Except for some of them with a higher conscience, they would not even think that this is a breach of promise.

It was just a happy accident, or I was just doing my job.

They probably think so.

But it is probably because of this good character and lovely appearance that people in the chat group subconsciously develop a desire to protect her.

Even if the ghost's strength is actually the best in the group, this fact cannot be dispelled.

But then it didn't have time to worry about it.

Because it realized that the guy with confused thinking, who was sometimes bold and sometimes timid, was gradually transforming into a demigod.

But after just a few seconds of thinking, it still decided to trust Steve.

Even if the other party has been deprived of his demigod status.

But when it challenged the guy who liked to shed hair, it was just an ordinary container.