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Zheng Fang closed his eyes, roared, and rolled in the air.

Pity.

The supervisor stroked the hot barrel of the gun carefully.

If I change to a more powerful weapon, this battle might be easier.

After all, the price of bringing these weapons out is really not cheap. The more powerful the weapon, the more expensive it is. The points he has are simply not enough for him to squander like this. After all, there is a chance of failure when signing a contract with an abnormality, and in the process, he doesn't know how many points have been wasted.

The cell man who was still entangled by the tentacles immediately lost Withering's attention. Withering closed his eyes and tried to pour all his anger on the guy who hurt his eyes.

Several other people were also ignored.

As for the two Blazes and Wither Skeletons who were just slacking off and are now hiding from the opponent's fire bombs under the ruins of the building, they probably won't have made any achievements after this fight is over.

As if he had expected it, the supervisor was dragged into the air by the elf, and the tentacles brushed against the fabric on the corner of his clothes with anger and impotence, but did not touch it.

The next moment, those extended tentacles were cut off by the cell man again. Two huge sickles harvested those tentacles like mowing grass, and then floated in the air with the help of crow feathers, and hit the weapon he had inserted before hard.

The weapon went deeper.

The cell man was very annoyed by the other party's diversion of attention. He felt that this was a contempt for him and was intolerable.

So he launched another attack without hesitation, which also happened to win the opportunity for the supervisor to attack again.

455 Withering Storm (Medium)

When the cell people and withering were fighting fiercely, the supervisor took decisive action.

He pulled the trigger, and the monster seemed to have anticipated the danger and tried to block it with its hands, but it was useless. When the bullet touched its tentacles, the violent scream still made Withering roar again and again.

Then, the furious Wither was splashed with green potion in the face. The green potion made a hissing sound when it touched his body, and his already rugged and deformed body was corroded in large areas.

Little Red Riding Hood, who also found an opportunity not far away, took out a new card containing a deadly poison. The green ball on it was particularly conspicuous.

Little Red Riding Hood has many means, from fire to ice, from daggers to swords, and even some special potions, as well as some spells made of machine creations and blood. So when she saw that the Cell Man's attacks were ineffective, she did not try to use physical means such as chopping.

The reason for choosing to use a strong poison is that even though the current attack is slightly weaker than fire, the power that this thing will eventually unleash cannot be underestimated.

Cards with green traces reflected on them flew towards Withering one after another, spinning.

Withering was probably indeed feeling frightened. He completely gave up fighting with the Cell Man, retracted all his tentacles, and tried to escape from here.

But a solid obsidian wall blocked his way, and he ran into it head-on, feeling dizzy and completely stopped.

Steve, who summoned the obsidian stone wall, slowly lowered his hands and put them behind his back, hiding his merit and fame.

The moment of being blocked was enough for the thrown cards to fall on him. More green marks spread on his body, corroding it madly. At the same time, he finally grew a third head.

But it seemed pointless, because he seemed to have become something that could be manipulated at will.

But is Wither really the kind of person who can be slaughtered? How could that be? After all, the war that year had already proved that he was a madman at heart, even if he was scared out of his wits.

Otherwise, after the friendly contract ended, he would not have wrapped up some half-dead pig spirits around him in his tentacles and treated them as snacks, ready to eat at any time.

Even if the final result was that he was connected by layers of chains before he could even make this move.

But this did not stop him from thinking so and wanting to do so, so the piglin's betrayal due to fear was not unreasonable, and his failure to take action could not cover up the fact that he was about to take action.

However, until now, Withering did not think that there was anything wrong with his actions, because those pig spirits were already half-dead, with almost no self-awareness and only acted on the instinct of their bodies. Not to mention having normal thinking ability, even their greed for gold was lost.

He felt that since he had fallen to this point, it would be no problem to eat a few of them, just like eating a corpse that could finally exist. That was why he had such a great resentment towards those pig spirits.

Three massive heads rose simultaneously, unconcerned by the green liquid still corroding their bodies. More and more fireballs spread out, so many that Steve and Val could barely handle them all. They could only chew on the golden apples, slightly easing the burden on their lives.

The elves who helped the supervisor block the fire bombs were also knocked down. The fire bombs that were not blocked fell on his body or feet, blowing the supervisor into dust. He could only emit a green light at the same time as the elves, barely recovering from the wounds on his body.

Only Little Red Riding Hood took out another special card, and golden light flashed on her body. The fire bombs fell and hit her, but she was unharmed.

Of course, this does not mean that she is more powerful than others. It is just that the rules she possesses are broader, so she can face some less deadly threats more calmly. This kind of false invincibility would probably be easily exposed if she faced a force with the same rules.

Not to mention that such power will not last long, and Little Red Riding Hood herself does not have many such cards, so she cannot squander them without limit.

Little Red Riding Hood threw out two more cards, but there was no longer a green mark on them, but a person who looked like he was poisoned and was gradually withering.

The two cards flew straight towards the target, but the furious Withering didn't notice this small detail at all. The green poison that was originally quite quiet and corroded after a short while completely boiled over.

They were full of active media that madly devoured the withered body. The strange green color instantly filled his entire body, but this was not the final result. The last card Little Red Riding Hood threw out completely activated the already active toxic potion.

With the sound of a violent explosion, the green on Withered's body exploded, and most of his three heads disappeared. The joints connecting to the body were just barely hanging down. The most seriously injured head even almost revealed its purple eyes. The weapon that had been rubbing against it also completely slipped down. Withered's body was even more corroded and bumpy, as if it had been secretly nibbled by a greedy mouse.

First, one of his heads fell off, then the second, and finally his entire body. Withering fell straight down and hit the ground heavily.

"I feel like it's so unfair that I just played a minor role in it!" Steve complained indignantly as he looked at Wither who had fallen down.

Val, who was really just there to watch, forced a smile and said nothing.

Cell, whose head was stolen, took back his weapon in dissatisfaction. Perhaps he should consider expanding his attack range. Otherwise, facing this monster that cannot be dealt with by physical methods, it will be really difficult for him to come up with a solution.

The supervisor, who had always felt that he was slacking off, also breathed a sigh of relief and let the elf Shen clean off the last bit of dust and wounds on his body.

He didn't care who solved the problem in the end, as long as it was solved, but the next moment he felt something was wrong.

"Wait, this isn't right." The supervisor glanced at the unfinished tasks and decisively reminded them. "Our tasks have no response, which means..."

Before he could finish his words, the big guy that was supposed to fall down floated up again, and the surrounding blocks were absorbed by it at an even more terrifying speed, filling the originally corroded areas.

What's worse is that the opponent's three heads floated up at the same time.

The dog's two heads floated up separately, and the body tissues were not only recovering but also regrowing, including the one in the middle that was connected to the body.

This looks like it's divided into three parts.

On the other side, the Blaze Man and Wither Skeleton cautiously poked their heads out from the gap, but immediately shrank back when they saw this scene, and even began to dig downwards involuntarily.

I wish I could hide a little deeper.

Faced with this situation, the cell man clenched his weapons irritably. If this form of destruction would cause the other party to grow, then his actions would be meaningless. This hateful fact made him feel particularly irritated.

Just like he was unable to face his own aging and the growing plague.

This feeling of powerlessness is the worst thing for a proud king.

But no one can avoid the moments of helplessness, not him, not even ghosts.

If the resurrected Quino insists on falling asleep again, the ghost will be unable to do anything to him and can only watch him fall asleep again.

"I don't remember this thing being so troublesome before?" Steve took a breath.

If this thing had been so troublesome before, he wouldn't have been able to kill it so easily! This thing not only deforms but also multiplies and proliferates. If he hadn't used creativity before, he would have been blown away.

He felt that he had no way to deal with this thing. In terms of lethality, he was the lowest among these people. Although he had some strange little abilities, they didn't seem to be very useful now. Those high-end weapons... the highest-end ones were probably only the drawn sword series, but the development of the drawn sword had stagnated since the end of the war. In addition, the enchanted diamond sword was really beautiful, so he wouldn't just use this primitive weapon?

If we talk about weird abilities, such as a backpack that can be carried on the body to increase the number of storage slots, or frost shoes that can create ice on the water surface for sprinting, everything is fine, but as for this kind of frontal combat ability... does he have such a thing!

Without weapons, he has no fighting power.

Fortunately, there is good news: even other people can't deal with this monster...

This is really good news!

Steve couldn't help but complain about himself in his heart. He probably tended to let himself go more and more at such critical moments.

Is it really true that we can only turn to ghosts for help?

He subconsciously looked at the only intact building. The withered creature was almost dead, but still avoided this building. This only proved how huge the psychological shadow and fear left by the ghost was.

No, if everything depends on ghosts, then this chat group might as well be renamed Ghosts Helping You... and the rest of them can just be treated as pendants.

Steve complained expressionlessly and took a few steps back to avoid being dragged into it.

Of course, the poison spread by Little Red Riding Hood was not completely useless. For example, the growth rate of Wither was significantly reduced. With so many blocks attracted, its repair speed was even slower than before.

However, faced with this situation, the supervisor calmed down and carefully stared at the withered one in the middle. The other's originally bright purple eyes were slightly dimmed. This dimness was not worth mentioning, even compared with the two next to it, it was not worth mentioning, but this subtle change was still captured by the supervisor.

He remembered that he had shot the opponent's main eye several times, and this was definitely not a coincidence.

"Perhaps we can consider some means of mental attack." The supervisor said as he loaded the gun.

"Psychic attack?" Steve was a little confused, then he nodded as if he understood something. "Okay, I understand."

After he said this, he turned around and faced Withered, raised his hand firmly and raised an especially conspicuous middle finger.

"Hey, grandson."

director:????

Before the supervisor could recover, Steve used his superb cursing skills to show everyone what a feast of repetitive cursing was without even using any vocabulary.

From greeting the other person's appearance to greeting the other person's family, and then to greeting the other person themselves and their brain.

A large number of continuous curses affected the entire battlefield, and even the withered man, who seemed to have thrown his brain aside, came to a standstill.

"Good, good, great." Little Red Riding Hood was also stunned after listening to the continuous scolding without repetition or breathing.

"But these are just unpresentable things." The Cell Man put down his weapon and crossed his arms nonchalantly. "But his lung capacity is pretty good."

Indeed, if the cell man starts to curse at others in a sarcastic tone, he might be able to scare the giant back to life from the magma pool.

Then the three Withered Ones all fixed their nine eyes on Steve, and the purple light was undisguised in its attempt to suck Steve away along with him.

But Steve waved his hand and created a glass barrier. Even with such a simple glass barrier, Wither had no way to deal with him. He smugly jumped up and down on the glass bottle and provoked him. From time to time, he turned around and patted the other party's butt and continued to insult him.

The stunned supervisor on the side pulled the trigger numbly. This slight gunshot would not attract any attention at all in this chaotic battlefield.

It turns out that Steve's behavior is not without benefits. At least it firmly attracted Wither's attention, making his attack easier to hit.

Several bullets accurately hit the same eye that withered at the beginning. The light in the opponent's eyes dimmed so much that the cell man also noticed it.

As for Steve... he probably wouldn't even notice until that eye fades.

There was another roar, a deafening roar that made Steve subconsciously raise his hands to cover his ears, even though it was useless.

But that grinning, eye-rolling look really makes you feel like you deserve a beating.

But they didn't know that the withered skeletons that were constantly rushing towards this side in the distance were so numerous that they formed a dark ocean, adding a different color to this fiery red world.

If they did manage to get there, they'd probably cause a lot of trouble. They didn't have any clearing skills here, and even if those wither skeletons looked like grass, clearing a large patch of messy grass would still be quite a challenge.

But unfortunately, they didn't know. They just stared at the enemy in front of them, thinking about how to prevent them from multiplying and how to eliminate them. Although the other party had no way to deal with them, if there were more of them, there would be no way to deal with them, and it would be a question mark.

456 Withering Storm (Part )

"I have a bad feeling," Steve breathed, perhaps finally tired of talking. "Its cry is so unpleasant..."

Little Red Riding Hood, who had not yet experienced Steve's unreliability, heard what the other party wanted to say. She tried hard to find a slightly quieter place in the violent fire bombs. She just pricked up her ears to listen to what kind of ominous premonition it was, but was stunned by this unreliable answer.

Wait, that's not right.

It seemed like her head was really hurt by being hit.

Little Red Riding Hood randomly pulled out a card from the card pack with extremely fast hand speed. The untimely Ice Shield appeared out and was smashed to pieces for a moment, but this was enough for her to take out another 100% dodge card.

She touched her hat with some heartache. It was black and even had several holes burned in it. Fortunately, when history repeated itself next time, everything would be intact.

The cell people over there used three shields to build a temporary defensive fortification, and the endless fire bombs bombarded it without even causing it to burn.

Under this continuous attack, it was difficult for the supervisor to hit the opponent accurately with bullets. Fortunately, the temporary shelter built by Steve was big enough, so the three of them were not too crowded together.

"Why are we hiding all the time?" Steve complained like this but he wasn't too depressed. He had a great time cursing just now and planned to wait for an opportunity to come out and curse the other party again.

"Perhaps due to some operational error, the enemy's firepower has doubled, forcing us to hide here for a while." The supervisor looked out through the glass at the endless barrage of fire bombs that were so thick that you could barely stick a needle in them. "Is he really not going to get tired?"

"Not sure," Steve shrugged. "If it were in the past, I could tell you for sure it wouldn't get tired, but now, it's harder to say. However, judging by the opponent's current state, it should last a long time. Exactly how long, I don't know."

director:……

I reasonably suspect that you are talking nonsense.

Val, sitting against the wall, paid no attention to their conversation. With Steve around lately, it was probably hard to have any meaningful conversation. He simply stared calmly at the monster outside. Without hesitation, he fired an arrow, only to watch it slam into the ground before it could even travel a finger's width. He shook his head with regret.

It seems that I can’t get out.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: The wind is strong, hurry up!

【Iron Man】Ordinary Rich Man: I think you should learn how to speak human language.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Oh, let me put it another way, it’s over, something big has happened!

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? :? Is there something wrong over there? I remember there were ghosts there, didn't I? And are these two sentences related?

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Maybe, maybe not. Oh well, it doesn't matter anyway. Ghost... Ghost can't always rely on him. So let's make a pact. No intervention this time. I can't just make a promise and then go back on my word!

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: I don’t think you have any shame.