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If it thinks it can do it, then it naturally thinks its friends can do it too.

When Steve was still trying to pull out the diamond sword that was still stuck on the opponent's scapula, he had no idea that the ghost would have such heavy expectations of him.

But bad things happened quickly.

His sword was shattered. The opponent's bones began to move in some incomprehensible rhythm.

Steve has now lost his precious enchanted sword forever. If there is no war, God knows how long it will take him to get a new one.

Those experiences were really torturous!

But he no longer cared about being sad. If it weren't for Wani's quick eyes and hands pulling him back, he personally felt that his fate might not be much better than that of the sword.

It is very likely that the next moment he will leave this fiery world full of magma and return to his bed.

The fragile stones on the ground were easily sucked up, as if the whole world was collapsing.

Some of the braver piglins symbolically threw a few arrows over here, but it had no effect. Everything was chopped to pieces the moment it approached the other side.

But they gritted their teeth and braved the strong wind without running away. At most, they took two steps back when the rocks under their feet were about to collapse. Some of them even came over, perhaps trying to pull Steve away, probably because they didn't want to leave any of their companions behind.

"I was moved by their unity and courage," Steve said sincerely. "Both their willingness to come to my rescue and their refusal to retreat even a single step for their city."

Val, who had previously heard a lot of news while hanging out with the piglins, said: ...

Forget it, he still didn't tell the other party that those pig spirits guarded their city because they were reluctant to give up their property and could not accept any loss.

But the environment here is too dangerous, and Steve is not willing to let those strangers risk their lives for him, so after being moved for a while, he took off his disguise.

The pig spirits that had just approached paused.

Perhaps they didn't quite understand why their companions were gone, but that didn't stop them from running away decisively.

The run was so decisive that it even seemed like it was rolling and crawling.

Steve:…

But he had no time to dawdle now. He had vaguely felt the suction coming from behind him. The other party gradually floated in the air, and the blocks that were sucked away attached to his body, gradually wrapping up Withering.

"It doesn't look good." Steve complained leisurely.

Val pondered for a moment and grabbed a still trembling piglin.

This rough action immediately irritated the already tense nerves of the pig spirits. They all looked at him with unfriendly expressions as if they had agreed on it.

The tiny, bean-like eyes stared at him intently.

"Ask a few questions." Val remained calm, loosening his grip on the man's clothes. "To survive, we'd better not dawdle."

"Tell me, what is that?"

He didn't make any more unnecessary movements, but everyone knew what he was referring to.

Perhaps he looked too majestic, so several piglins subconsciously answered his questions.

"Wither."

"Tell me what he is." Val emphasized again that a title like a name had no value in being known.

"A monster." "A nightmare!" The other two piglins racked their brains to recall words that could describe the monster, but their knowledge of the monster was very limited, so they were stuck because they couldn't find a better adjective, but this situation did not last long.

After all, there will always be one or two people here who can wake up.

"...Wait, why should I answer you?"

"Then why is he here? What's the matter with your hatred?" Val seemed not to hear the other party's question. He just took a step forward calmly and continued to ask questions.

"I, I don't know."

The dissatisfied piglin was so frightened by the other party's serious tone that his brain went blank for a moment.

"Because we once received his help, and in the end..." Another piglin quickly took over. He struggled for a moment when he talked about this topic, but decided to continue. Even though what he said next was a fact that they didn't want to mention and wanted to cover up.

Perhaps it was because the situation was urgent, and the two people in front of them helped them very well. After all, this matter had nothing to do with outsiders.

They are not... monsters who repay kindness with enmity.

"We betrayed him... but we didn't want to..."

He's been in the city a long time, so he's been there.

"We didn't want this to happen, but he's an out-of-control monster! He's even hurt our companions! This is something we absolutely cannot tolerate. We can't kill him, so we tied each of his bones with chains and locked him up there..."

"So what's he like now?" Val dodged the stone and, maintaining his composure, asked quickly. "What's going on?"

"I don't know. We didn't encounter this situation at that time, and he didn't have this change..." The pig spirit who answered seemed to become nervous along with the other party's rapid questioning.

"..." He was silent at first, then seemed to have thought of something. "Believe me, if you want to survive, I recommend that you don't stay here any longer."

He thought about Steve's friends, the ones who showed up only when it mattered.

"As business partners, I advise you."

454 Withering Storm (Part )

"Then these guys are not as generous and honest as we thought..." Steve took a few steps back with a serious expression.

After all, the situation over there was truly dire, with countless flying cubes circling the other side. It wasn't just those cubes; there were many more things being pulled in by the other side, such as Steve himself.

For the sake of your own life, it is best to stay a little distance away.

"I thought you'd already known this." Val glanced at the supervisor and Little Red Riding Hood who had rushed over from behind, then turned back to stare intently at the increasingly massive monster in front of him. "When we first encountered them, there was a skirmish. They weren't friendly at that time."

Passing the piglins that blocked her view, Little Red Riding Hood was finally able to get a glimpse of the whole picture of its decay.

The monster that was gradually wrapped by blocks and began to become deformed and rugged.

"Wow." She looked at the thing and exclaimed perfunctorily without any change in her tone. "What is this?"

"I don't know?" Steve replied immediately. "He might be a withering, you know, there are so many things I can't recognize now."

"No matter what, he must be the source of danger." The supervisor silently remembered everything he remembered from observing the other party.

For example, the changed form, the damage to the terrain, the gravitational pull generated. After all, there was no harm in remembering these things. He had become accustomed to memorizing the data, including the overlooked details.

For example, the color of the red stone that is absorbed into the body has not changed much, but the details on it, especially some pixels, have changed, indicating that there may be details in the material.

He memorized each one, repeated it over and over again, and looked at it over and over again to avoid making any mistakes.

Because in Lobotomy Corporation, mistakes are fatal. It could mean the death of an employee, or even worse, like an Abnormal riot, which would completely ruin the day.

The facts of what happened that day were erased, whether it was the gradually abundant encephalosporin or death. In short, he had to go back to the beginning of the day, grabbing his hair in pain, praying that they would not fall out completely.

Their leisurely attitude towards watching the show ended completely when the other party pieced together a bloated head.

The main head in the middle of his body has transformed into a terrifying appearance, bloated and huge, no longer like a whole cube. This makes this majestic head lack the refreshing tetrahedron symbol that is unique to this world. The upper and lower jaws that can open and close and are covered with glimmering sharp teeth are clearly visible on the head, as well as the single purple eye, which is out of tune with this world.

The monster slowly raised its head, which had been hanging down. With this simple movement, a beam of purple light shone out from its eyes.

A huge suction force immediately descended upon the area covered by the purple light, and a large number of blocks were immediately attracted and floated to the front.

The next moment, the blocks were shattered.

At the same time, black fear spread in the piglins' territory. That abyss-like fear finally made them overcome their racial instincts and even made them give up their wealth and money and run away.

The originally bustling battlefield immediately became empty, living creatures scattered, and neat buildings were swept away. If you ignore the uneven ground and the monster that was gradually growing bigger, this place was really empty.

If Wilson were here now, he'd probably sigh, "If there were a tumbleweed blowing in, it would make this place seem even more empty."

There were only two cube-shaped people left there, an ordinary human with a red hood, a despicable person who looked no different from a human but was actually an artificial creature, and a supervisor who was probably a pure human.

Of course, if you count the Blaze and Wither Skeleton hiding in the corner and treat them as head counts, then this team to fight against the Wither is still quite large.

The purple light slowly moved towards their feet.

The supervisor retreated decisively and retrieved the elf feast he had released.

This kind of rule-based thing has no good means to deal with non-human things, and if he had not rescued them in time, these green elves might have been swept up in the purple light.

Although no matter what the fate of these elves is, it will have no effect on the containment room, but they will eventually temporarily withdraw from this battle. Instead of letting them be wasted uselessly, it is better to let them use their healing skills to preserve food.

While Steve Val was still retreating and Little Red Riding Hood was still observing silently.

The cell man who had been lagging behind all the time now rushed to the front. He stood upright on the gradually floating block, holding a strange-looking dagger in his hand.

The dagger looked slightly curved, with a semicircular notch on the blade's back. The more severe the injury, the more painful the damage. Although there was an upper threshold, he still quite liked this weapon under the premise that he could not use the cursed blade.

He stepped heavily on the solid red bricks that floated up, and with the force he rushed forward, jumping forward on these floating blocks at an extremely fast speed.

The cell man had no intention of procrastinating and constantly testing the other party's abilities. The fact that he did not take out the cursed blade was already the greatest respect for a creature he knew nothing about.

The huge gravitational force pulled him in, and the purple light was nailed to his body. He was getting closer and closer to the other party, and it seemed that he was about to suffer the same fate as those cubes.

Completely shattered.

The next moment, his figure disappeared in the opponent's purple light and appeared above the opponent's bloated head.

He swung the weapon in his hand, but the feeling of it piercing into the opponent's flesh was not as smooth as he had imagined. Instead, it felt like hitting a rock or a piece of iron. First, there were fierce sparks and harsh friction sounds, and finally it cut in with great difficulty.

Before he could take the next step, a violent shaking came from under his feet. The other party quickly discovered that she was a little bug that had slipped its head up, and took a series of useless measures.

For example, shaking your head.

As the opponent shook, the purple light became messy, and anyone hiding below would be illuminated for a moment if they were not careful.

Fortunately, such a short period of staring did not have any effect. It only produced a slight suction force, and it was taken off in a short while as the purple light moved.

But no matter how the opponent shook, the cell man still stood on the opponent's head as if it were flat ground. Even the slightly longer dagger had made a long cut, sliding all the way down from the top of the opponent's head to the end.

But this wound was of no importance to the other party, it just made the big guy feel irritated.

The cell man soon discovered this, so he retracted his weapon, jumped back and rolled, avoiding the opponent's whipping tentacles, and landed safely on the ground.

A deafening roar erupted immediately, and the roar quickly spread along the hot air of hell.

All the withered skeletons far away in the ruins slowly raised their heads, lost their own will, and numbly moved towards the place where the roar came from.

As the roar ended, a second head began to grow, making the already deformed monster even more terrifying.

More long whips spread out from the opponent's body, and countless fireballs were spewed out from his mouth. The amount of flames projected by the two heads was doubled, so that the people below had to spend a lot of time and effort just to dodge.

At this moment, the slender weapon in the cell man's hand was replaced by a heavy big one. It was a weapon that was much taller than others. In addition to a handle in the middle, both ends could be used as offensive weapons.

He slammed the weapon to the ground, making a dull sound.

The opponent's roar did not last long, and those messy tentacles entangled him again. The cell man waved the weapons in his hands, making some sounds in the wind.

Those tentacles that dared to reach out were immediately crushed and could only helplessly grow again quickly. The explosions were all blocked outside by the weapon he wielded like a fan. The defense was so airtight that even water could hardly penetrate.

As for the purple tractor beam, come on, it can't even pull such a heavy weapon.

The confrontation here was intense, so the others didn't relax much.

Even if all the difficult tentacles were blocked by the cell man alone, the dense fire bombs flying in the sky alone were enough to cause trouble.

Steve randomly picked up two diamond swords. Compared to the gleaming one from before, they were both mediocre and dull. He tossed one into Val's hand and then used the sword to precisely deflect the incoming fireballs.

Although he was not as relaxed and stress-free as a ghost in facing such things, like a breeze passing by, he was not in a panic or covered in dust.

The supervisor's side was much simpler. The green elves loyally went forward to block the fire bombs. When they were blown to pieces by the fire bombs, other enthusiastic friends would come over to clean her body so that she would not become unrecognizable after the attack.

So he could walk freely in this rain of fire composed of fire bombs.

Little Red Riding Hood threw out a card, and the fire bombs began to avoid her body involuntarily, and even just brushed past her a few times. She moved forward calmly, and no fire bomb could fall on her.

The cell man in the encirclement disappeared from the spot the next moment, leaving only a shadow and a rapidly firing crossbow tower. He jumped high in the air and threw the grenade in his hand. The ice-blue grenade covered the opponent's face. Although it did not freeze him completely, it was enough to have an impact. The withering movement began to slow down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The weapon in the cell man's hand firmly penetrated into the other party's bloated head. If it were a normal creature, it would have died instantly due to such a fatal wound, but the other party only let out a roar of pain.

The tentacles rolled towards him without hesitation.

The Cell Man immediately let go, dropping his weapon. God knows what the other person's skull is made of, how hard it is like steel, so that once the weapon is stuck in, it is difficult to pull it out. In this situation, he is not the kind of fool who would live and die with the weapon, so he naturally chooses to let go to avoid being attacked.

The next moment, two sickles appeared in his hands. He was not used to using such heavy weapons, but he had a special preference for these two.

Besides, if you don't use bigger weapons to kill such a big guy, it will always be extra difficult.

Not to mention that the opponent acted as if nothing had happened after suffering such an attack. You should know that his weapon was still stuck in the opponent's forehead and was shaking slightly with the opponent's movements.

Perhaps completely chopping off the opponent's head is the key to killing him?

Cell man couldn't help but think.

The supervisor pulled out an inconspicuous-looking pistol, rubbed the trigger with one finger for a while, and then decisively found an opportunity to fire several shots.

These bullets passed through the opponent's purple light in some incredible way and hit the opponent's eyes. This weak power should have been insignificant, but Withering showed more intense pain.