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004 Small in stature, big in energy

At the moment the door was about to open, the little knight pulled out the bone nail on his back. The white scattered light gathered on the bone nail almost at the same time, making a restless sound.

It was like a roar, violently urging the sharp blade to be unsheathed.

The scene that the two ignorant people saw at first sight was shocking enough. It violated physical common sense so much and was so colorful. It was beyond their acceptance, so screaming became their first reaction.

But the scream was still muffled in his throat. The little knight took the initiative to move. His short limbs stepped heavily on the dull ground and he rushed forward suddenly. A black shadow flashed by, rubbing against the air and making a whistling sound.

The moment the power that had been accumulating for a long time was unleashed, a huge white light burst out, completely splitting the two men in half. Blood sprayed and scattered in the air, emitting a strong smell of blood. The intact upper body limbs twitched and fell down, while their feet were still standing on the ground.

Bloody organs spilled out from their torn chests, and the two unlucky guys tried their best but only saw fear and confusion in each other's eyes. Intense pain washed over them, but they were deprived of even the ability to wail miserably. They fell heavily to the ground, followed by their uncontrolled legs shaking and falling.

The last thing they saw was a tall shadow, holding a silver weapon, covered in blood, peering at them from above.

Then, from the knight's unique perspective, pale souls drifted out of their bodies and gathered into the knight's body. The corpses aged and withered at an eerie speed. This was clearly reflected externally, but unfortunately there were too many shocking things and no one noticed.

This effortless killing was so fast that Tony Stark had not yet reacted and Ethan was still facing the wall to reflect on his mistakes, but the movement was real and the blood was real.

He admitted that he had a lot of experience, but it definitely did not include such naked, bloody killing in front of him.

Perhaps he would recover soon. At this moment, he admitted that he was indeed shocked. After all, he had just complained about this short figure, saying that it looked like a child who should not get involved in adults' games.

Tony Stark's hands were shaking. He silently put his shaking hands behind his back. Looking at the ghost in front of him that was soaked in blood and had killed two people, he felt more and more like the little boy he had complained about.

What on earth was wrong with this world? First, he was caught in a sneak attack, then he encountered such a magical chat group, and then a little guy who was much smaller than him could easily kill two grown men who he couldn't even beat.

This fucked up fucked up world.

I hope the other party didn't take my previous words to heart.

He sincerely used the power of his mind to draw a cross on his chest. Although he never believed in that thing, after seeing so many wonderful things, he sincerely hoped that his temporary belief that could change at any time could get protection from God.

God makes a lot of money by getting a billionaire to believe in Him!

And he is Tony Stark!

Looking at the messy scene, he became more determined to make the steel armor as soon as possible. He would then compete with this guy. After all, they were all members of the group. Thinking about it this way, the chat group was quite foresighted, and the people selected should be the world's top figures.

Tony, I'm super confident.

The little knight looked at the sticky blood on his body with some discomfort. In the past, the orange juice could hardly leave any marks on his body. He grabbed Tony's trouser leg with some discomfort and raised his head. Even though he had no expression, one could see desire in his empty eyes.

Tony subconsciously lowered his head and looked at people.

so cute……

There seemed to be a thought in Tony Stark's mind, "How could this little guy be so cute?", jumping back and forth.

However, the real blood restrained him, but he still couldn't help but touch it. It felt very good, like touching some warm jade.

The little knight cooperated quite well and rubbed his palm, which felt a little itchy.

Seeing this, I silently put the idea of ​​fighting someone out of my plan.

Damn it, what the hell is going on in that world? Even a child like this can become a warrior? That damn world.

Perhaps because it is too small and cute, people always subconsciously treat this guy as a child. Even if this is not recognized by the person himself, it does not prevent most people from imagining it.

The little knight, whose original intention was just to ask if there was any water or paper to wipe off the sticky stuff on his body, looked at the man's changing expression, tilted his head in confusion, and slowly put a question mark in his mind.

Humans are really complicated creatures. Later, it remembered the unconscious actions of those insects and added, "Insects are the same."

Ethan slowly turned around, always keeping their current situation in mind. He suppressed the instinct to scream, and with chattering teeth, he asked the only two living people present. "...What is going on?"

"...This is mine, my friend." Before Tony could tell the whole story, he received a system warning not to disclose any information in the group casually, and he immediately changed his tone.

The message prompt sounded just in time.

Ghost: Mission.

Ordinary rich person: Ok, but you need to cooperate with me and pretend to be a dwarf wearing a mask, my friend. By the way, is everyone in your world the same size as you?

He tried hard to find a word that wasn't so hurtful.

The young knight fell into deep thought. He thought of his towering predecessors, and of many insects much taller than himself. He firmly believed that he could grow and become as tall as his predecessors! Sooner or later, he would be able to stand proudly before the young lady and look down at her!

The little knight, who had never had any emotional fluctuations, had a violent outburst of emotions for the first time because of their respective problems.

Ghost: No, I'm not fully grown yet.

As expected, that damned world was torturing children, training such young children into ruthless killing machines. What was wrong with that world's government? It was truly terrible and rotten! However, looking at this ancient equipment, it seemed to be still stuck in primitive times. If he had the chance, he would teach this little one about modern advancements and knowledge, and help them escape from the barbarism as soon as possible.

While Ethan was still confused, Tony Stark had already tiptoed out and was ready to look for the armory while no one else was noticing, so that he could fully arm the three of them.

He didn't think that ancient cold weapons could defeat modern guns, no matter how powerful they were. That would be his time to show his abilities. After all, he had handled a gun before.

005 This Broken Worldview

Ordinary Rich Man: Your name is Ghost?

Ghost: Yeah

Ordinary rich people: Why don’t you speak?

Ghost: I just started learning, I don’t know much

Perhaps the atmosphere was too weird, and Tony didn't want to say it directly, so he began to concentrate on studying the private chat function that Xu had previously ignored during the battle.

Of course, it would be better to say that the little knight was responsible for fighting and he was responsible for paddling.

Isn't that because you don't have a gun?

Tony Stark patted his empty waist in frustration, glanced at the conversation, and found that he was feeling more and more emotional.

Even little babies who are just learning to speak have to go to the battlefield. War is really disgusting. As early as when he was captured here, he saw many things that he could not see normally. He felt vaguely that something was different in his heart.

Perhaps this terrible journey was not all bad. He saw real suffering and sacrifice, and the worst thing was that, whether intentionally or unintentionally, much of it was caused by himself.

His hands were stained with blood, thick and about to drip down. Compared to this little fellow, his own actions, based on ignorance and recklessness, looked even more ridiculous.

If I could go back safely, I would probably have to change something.

Through this quiet ghost, he seemed to see those people who should not have suffered this disaster.

They should play and run around like normal children, instead of becoming lifeless weapons that can only clumsily display their killing abilities.

The message notification sound always comes so crisply and unexpectedly.

Ghost: Did you see a being humming a song?

Ordinary rich people:? What?

The little knight had been fumbling with his messy dimensional cloak since a while ago. Although he didn't quite understand why he could easily stuff those things into his cloak without being exposed, it was still very useful.

It lowered its head and found the map it usually used. It opened it with a hopeful mentality, but of course it was just a blank. No matter how it looked at it, it only saw a few large characters written on it.

[The map of this area is not available]

It seems that I can only ask the cartographer to blackmail me.

Ghost: Just humming, hmm~hum~hum, it’s a very strange thing for a person who carries a lot of maps.

Ordinary wealthy people: No? If I had seen such an independent and unique person, I would have remembered it.

He began to recall whether there were such messy people in his messy parties. He felt that if it was a guy with such a unique image, he would be remembered quickly... After all, as Tony Stark, there were countless people who wanted to see him every day. If he needed to remember them one by one, it would probably take him days and nights to sort them out.

Ghost: I need a chair.

Ordinary wealthy person: I don't think it's a good idea to rest now. When we leave here, you can have a party and let loose, or go somewhere quiet and recuperate. I'll cover all the expenses.

Ghost: Not resting, I need to change the amulet.

Regular Rich Man: Hey, little guy, what is that.

Ghost: Ghost.

Regular Rich Man: Okay, I get it, Ghost.

This was the first time that he was so frustrated by someone, and he couldn't fight back. It was really uncomfortable. Tony Stark was a little depressed and took back what he said before. This little guy was too serious and not cute at all.

Ghost: Little guy, there was a guy wearing a mask who called me that before.

Ordinary wealthy people: Then? Now?

Ghost: Gone.

Ordinary rich people: Next time I will introduce you to some more reliable friends.

The little knight didn't say anything, because he didn't quite understand. He saw Quino for the last time at the Blue Lake. When he went there again, only a bone nail was left. The lake was very calm, as if nothing had happened.

It sometimes thinks about it, but just thinking is useless, so it gives up.

"Hey, you two over there, stop and turn around so I can see you."

Things like stealth require talent, which Tony Stark obviously doesn't have.

They would probably be exposed as soon as they turned around, so the idea of ​​sneaking in to find some weapons was nipped in the bud. Fortunately, the two people they killed before were carrying guns, but they didn't have many bullets. They probably thought that guarding them there was an easy job, and what they held in their hands were just decorations for deterrence, so they didn't make too many preparations.

The people over there wanted to shout, but Tony was very decisive. He had no mercy on his side. Besides, he had seen such shocking bloody scenes before. He turned around and was ready to shoot. As soon as the gunshot rang out, someone was quicker than him.

Because of his short stature and his position, the knight was ignored from the very beginning. This time, there was no long charge, just a simple and unpretentious attack, but it was enough.

Killing doesn't require any fancy techniques, as long as it's deadly enough, it's good.

The man fell down, his soul sucked away, as if washed away by time, becoming old and dry. Tony noticed it now.

His expression suddenly changed.

Killing someone is one thing, draining the body dry is another, even if there's clearly no difference between the two.

But after all, he was a man who had seen a lot of storms, so he was able to calm down quickly and was not as surprised as he was at the beginning.

After going through so much, is there any scene that I haven’t seen?

He looked at the Knight with considerable confidence.

An indescribable black substance gushed out from the small body at an extremely fast speed, just like the big fireballs often mentioned in the magic world, except that it changed color and turned black. Anyone touched by the black substance in its path had half of their body evaporated tragically, and even their blood was swallowed up.

Those who are lucky can have a painless death, while those who are unlucky will have most of their body wiped off, fall to the ground in pain, and curl up to die.

...Okay, I've never seen this before.

What else can be overturned next? Come on, Tony just gave up and gave up trying to be scientific with this fucked up world.

The soul that had just recovered was quickly squandered again, but it didn't matter. People had already gathered together, and both the gunshots and the earth-shaking movements were enough to attract people's attention.

The sound of chaotic footsteps was heard, the little knight clenched the bone nails in his hand, and Tony Stark clenched his gun. Even if it might not be of any use, what did it matter?

Being able to show a little bit of your own strength is enough, which is better than continuing to fish in troubled waters.

Ethan, who was shaking while holding a gun, sneezed. He inexplicably felt that someone was talking about him.

006 Mission Completed

There were messy footsteps, rude shouts and insults, and people with unsteady steps were pushing and shouting, rushing towards this side without stopping.

Tony Stark's hand holding the gun was sweating, but he still didn't take a step back.

Maybe it was the surprisingly reliable little guy beside him, maybe it was the gun in his hand, maybe it was his own courage, or maybe it was the torture and suffering he had endured during this period of time.

"Come on," he said. "Let me see what you guys are capable of? Let you come to the absurd conclusion that just because you've captured me and my life is in your hands, you can order me around and make me do your bidding, okay? I'm Tony Stark."

The atmosphere over there was so gloomy that it almost turned into substance, but the little knight was more focused on something else. He glanced at the three-piece set of travel equipment inlaid on him: Swarm, Compass, and Sprint, and stretched out his short hand into his essentially empty body, trying to take out these three things and replace them with something else.

Unfortunately, it failed. The three things were firmly bound by its essence and could not move at all no matter how hard it was tried.

When it came back to its senses after giving up its exploration in frustration, the second shot was fired.

Compared to the first shot which ended in failure due to the little knight's interference, the second shot actually caused a splash of blood. Someone screamed and retreated, and blood fell down in strands, mixing with the yellow earth. All these pointed to the fact that the person was not dead yet.