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The silver needle rushed out from the darkness at an extremely fast speed. The silk thread wrapped behind the silver needle tightened and made a rapid and sharp sound. The sharp bone nail was waving and just blocked it.

Brilliant sparks burst out at the junction, bringing a buzzing sound like the clashing of metal.

The silver needle was knocked off its original trajectory and nailed firmly to the ground. The originally taut silk thread suddenly contracted, and a familiar figure in a red dress was brought over by the force of the contraction of the silk thread.

The Knight had already recognized the other party, Bumblebee, but why would he stop after launching a challenge? He must have thought the other party was thinking the same thing.

The small figure rushed forward and chopped at the man without hesitation while he was still being dragged towards the end of the silk thread by inertia, but he didn't expect the man to stand firm, pull the silver needle back into his hand, block the attack at an extremely fast speed, and lightly push it away.

She seized the opportunity when the knight's strength was still lingering, leaned forward and thrust forward, the friction with the air vibrating and making a sound.

It turned out that the little knight had already jumped into the air, and his transparent wings fluttered, bringing his body to a new height, and following closely behind was a black torrent that violently washed away all creatures with souls.

Naturally, she was not immune and rolled over on the ground in a rather awkward manner, using the thin silver nail as a crutch and sticking it on the ground, breathing heavily as if to soothe the pain she had just suffered.

The little knight's pace of attack has not stopped. Before one side admits defeat, it is undoubtedly a bad behavior for it to think that the other side has lost and stop attacking. It cannot tolerate such a thing. A black shadow flashed by suddenly. It always felt that something was different. The black substance flowing in its body was gradually boiling, like blood.

The pale color gathered on the bone nails. The techniques of using bone nails had been engraved into the bone marrow, and they were easy to use.

A slash faster than ever before arrived in an instant. In a hurry, the opponent barely managed to block the silver needle in front of him, but the silver needle was knocked away by the little knight's powerful blow, spun several times in the air, and inserted straight into the soft ground, swaying without falling down. The opponent himself was also under the balance of the impact and sat down on the ground.

The young knight immediately stopped fighting. After all, he couldn't even hold his weapon. There was no need to fight him with his bare hands. What he wanted was a high-quality battle, not a boring way to kill time, except for earning Geo of course.

It reached out its hand to pull the person, and Bumblebee didn't refuse, standing up and brushing the dust off her skirt.

"Ghost, you've become stronger again, and I always feel that there's something different about you." She looked at the Knight's silence, not caring at all, and continued her story. "I thought you were completely dead. I saw a shattered mask at the end."

"But you didn't. I'm glad you're still alive. I'm ready to leave here and go somewhere else. After all, there's nothing left here. Ghost, do you want to come with me?"

Leave? Leave, where? Leave here? It was unusually panicked. It didn't want to leave, nor did it want the other party to leave. It wanted to rebuild this place.

It spoke slowly and with difficulty, word by word.

"No...don't...go."

It might sound a little light and weightless, because it wasn't angry or excited, but only the little knight knew how heavy these three short words were. It was indeed trying very hard to learn to speak.

"what!"

Bumblebee couldn't believe her ears. She knew exactly what a container was, so she was so surprised to see a living person. At this moment, the other party clearly showed the intelligence of an insect and even spoke.

But Bumblebee was a good warrior, and her doubt was only for a moment. She calmed down again and asked, "Why?"

"No...don't...leave," the Knight repeated. This time, something seemed suppressed within him, stirring, and he began to resemble a true insect. "I'm going to rebuild this place."

This sentence should have no persuasiveness at all, like an incompetent empty talk, but Bumblebee inexplicably felt that it was somewhat possible. She looked up and around, feeling more and more nostalgic.

Bumblebee knew that it was ridiculous for her to give up the long journey because of a few words from the other party, but she really couldn't move her feet. It would be better to postpone traveling to other places. After all, as long as she was still alive, she could set off at any time, so why not stay and wait for a miracle to happen?

"Okay, I believe you."

She heard herself say that.

009 The Gears of Destiny Begin to Turn (Part )

Things are never static, time is flowing, and the trajectory of fate is moving forward slowly. The little knight is waiting for the arrival of the mission, and others have also encountered some problems to a greater or lesser extent.

In a distant underground kingdom.

*The corpses are piled up there

Frisk thought that he was not the only one who could see it.

A pile of corpses filled with blood and despair.

Just watching from afar, the pain came rushing over, tearing, crushing, dismembering, burning, and piercing. The mere memory, that twisted and deepest pain, was like a thorn embedded in the flesh and blood, and if I took half a step, it would tear and bleed everywhere.

But no, no one shared the pain with Frisk, and no one knew how many of their own bodies she had stepped on under her tenderness. Frisk just stubbornly walked slowly on this thorny path that seemed to have no end.

It all starts here.

Frisk fell to the ground, into the soft ground filled with warm sunlight and fragrant flowers. She stood up drowsily, her soul still in the shock of weightlessness and pain all over her body. She raised her hand in astonishment and touched her forehead with some trembling. It was not as sticky and wet as she had imagined. She seemed to be relieved and put those messy nightmares behind her. However, all these beautiful fantasies and comforts came to an abrupt end after she stepped on her own corpse.

Frisk stepped on the corpse and the blood, as if he was stepping on a transparent membrane, which sank and bounced back without any change.

The wind stopped.

The tears dripping down her face and the blood flowing through her stomach were clearly visible. She squatted down as if she didn't believe it and beat her body hard. The pain of the broken flesh, the coldness of the blood loss, the burning lungs as she gradually suffocated, she watched herself weakly as the blood ran out and she was unable to move. It was all real.

"Hi, I'm Xiaohua... huh? What happened?"

A golden flower suddenly emerged from the ground. It couldn't quite understand why someone would be sad, helpless and upset facing the air, and why they were making those strange movements. It even forgot its lines for a short while and was completely speechless. Of course, this strange state was just a fleeting flash in his boring and long life, and he had witnessed too many situations.

"Okay, I guess I have to reintroduce myself. Hi, I'm..."

Frisk still didn't look directly at Xiaohua, but was just sad on his own.

"It's not polite to ignore someone when they introduce themselves."

Xiaohua was already thinking about whether to give up her so-called friendly disguise and teach this poor and stupid human a lesson directly, even if it would mean less fun and surprises.

The sound of the wind rang in my ears again, mixed with other people's voices.

"Feel sorry……"

Frisk stood up and wiped her tears. She should have explained something, such as the corpse, such as death, but in the end she didn't say a word except sorry.

"You're such a weird person, but none of this matters. I'm Xiaohua. Forget it, let's abandon this complicated and useless conversation and get straight to the point."

The strange golden flower's expression changed, and it let out a weird laugh with a ferocious look.

"In this terrible place, it's kill or be killed, you idiot."

Frisk should have turned and run, but even as the white particles approached, she just trembled, with fear on her face and some tears that had not yet dried up. Her thoughts still stayed on the moment of her death and she couldn't forget it for a long time. She couldn't stop closing her eyes. She was no longer able to face the threat of death again, but she was ready again, ready to die.

"I like your expression..."

The scorching fireball enveloped the scorching air, and the golden flowers were easily blown away, like a meteor, and disappeared no longer. Frisk opened her eyes slightly and saw the gentle person. She stretched out her hand, which was so warm.

"It's alright, my child."

In a world full of pixel blocks.

The cold moonlight infinitely lengthened the shadows, making them appear thin and weird.

It was a small oak hut with windows on four sides. Perhaps for the sake of aesthetics, a half brick was placed on the outer side, on which was placed a flowerpot full of roses.

There was nothing much decorated in the room. There were only two furnaces, a workbench, two chests, a bed, and a bottomless cave. Looking from the door, you could vaguely see the edge of a ladder.

The only thing to look at is probably the oversized and complex architectural drawing hanging on the wall, which is filled with annotations and material requirements.

The two doors creaked and were pushed open.

The person who came was Steve.

The dazzling diamond armor on his body was covered with a dazzling array of arrow feathers. Steve was not in a hurry to put his spoils into the box. He was admiring his huge architectural drawings by himself. One thought after another flashed through his mind, and finally turned into a sentence.

“I’ll do it again next time, and again next time.”

He fished out the ender pearls from the box, counted them one by one, then took out 13 blaze rods from his backpack and placed them on the crafting table. A faint light flashed, and 13 more eyes of ender appeared in his hand. He stuffed the rest of the mess into the box, tidying them up as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Apart from his sword, shield, draft, some wood and soil, a bucket of water, and the Eye of Ender that he had just synthesized, the rest of his belongings were placed in the box. Now Steve felt relaxed.

He went out, filled a hole at the door, and threw the Eye of Ender away.

In places he didn't notice, the clear moon was stained with a bit of blood, which gradually spread and climbed until it completely covered everything. However, the moonlight was still so cold, so he never saw it, nor did he look at it.

The monsters that had always chased him gradually took on a layer of vivid colors and silently stared at him as he went away.

Steve was just following the Eye of Ender that was gradually moving away.

He used an enchanted diamond pickaxe to dig through the layers of rock. In another unexpected fall, the speed caused the water to fall into the water. He climbed up and looked at the familiar environment around him. Looking at this place he had been to hundreds of times, he lit a torch and began to grope around.

He finally found the portal to the end.

No matter how many times he had seen it, he should still have felt excited, just like every time he found a diamond, he could not hide the excitement in his heart, but this time he only felt his scalp tingling.

The portal, which should have been square, was turned into an H shape by someone, and it was embedded with eyes of ender. However, the black curtain, which should have been open, was now flashing with the color of magma and kept rolling. He seemed to hear the hoarse roar of a snake, right next to his ears.

In this world that completely belonged to him, something that didn't belong to him appeared, and it was completely out of his control...

010 The Gears of Destiny Begin to Turn (Part )

In a free country.

The weather was a bit gloomy, and there were fewer birds and pigeons than usual. Even today's meal was missing a portion of sweet stuffed chicken. Now there was a chilly wind that blew up for no reason, seeping into the gaps between clothes and blowing gently, which always gave people goose bumps.

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

This doesn't seem like a good sign, Sora thought absentmindedly.

He stood straight beside a busy street with many people coming and going. Paimon hovered around him, her hands full of skewers. Then they stopped for a moment. She circled around him with some doubt in her eyes, with a lot of doubts in her small body.

This person seemed quite normal when they first met him, but later he was scratching trees, grinning foolishly, and lost in thought, which made Paimon seriously suspect that it was because he had eaten too few delicious foods that he became abnormal.

Regardless of all those random thoughts, Kong's stagnation was simply due to a genuine feeling of uneasiness, to the point that this uneasiness seriously affected his actions.

Soon, that uneasiness turned into reality.

A fierce gale whistled and swept in from afar, fallen leaves fluttered in the air, and the scattered stones became sharp weapons at this moment, leaving a shallow mark on the exposed skin.

There were terrible wails and panicked footsteps everywhere. Everyone he saw was running away.

"Sora, let's run!"

Paimon was blown over by the wind, and finally he managed to avoid being blown away by grabbing the person's clothes from behind.

"That's too late."

Kong looked at the red girl Amber who was jogging towards him in the distance because she was worried about him, then glanced at the dim sky, picked up the little guy Paimon and held him tightly.

"What's too late?"

"Great, you're here!"

Two voices sounded almost at the same time. Amber raised her head with a look of surprise on her face. She seemed to be really worried about this outstanding friend she had just met. Until she saw something clearly, her expression suddenly changed, and panic appeared on her face without any disguise.

She rushed forward and tried to hold the person's hand, but she only reached a fingertip and missed it. She watched the person being swept away by the violent whirlwind. The feeling of regret almost took over her at that moment, but Amber quickly gathered her strength and followed the direction of the wind.

Kong was swept into the strong wind and thrown into the air. His broad wings spread out instantly and he hovered in the air with the help of the wind.

The culprit of the chaos flew past him in an instant, and the wind he brought blew him over several times. He protected a noisy little guy tightly and barely stayed in the air.

Then a slightly familiar voice was heard.

Kong remembered this voice, he had seen it before in the woods. He remembered that it was this voice that was talking to the dragon, but he couldn't remember what they said.

"Don't panic. I'll use a thousand-year-old wind to help you stay suspended in the air, preventing you from falling to the ground. Please calm down and imagine gathering the wind into a single strand, breaking through these layers of obstacles."

"Who? Who's talking?"

Paimeng, who was being held in someone's arms, gathered all his strength to push the person's hands away and stick his head out.

Kong looked at the flying dragon in front of him with a serious expression. He also didn't know who this person was and was just as curious, but the voice didn't sound malicious, so he just did as he was told.

I'll talk about unnecessary things after I've resolved this matter...

When Tony Stark was still in a coma, when Sans was entrusted with a task, when Steve was chased by the skeletons, when Sora was still struggling against the Wind Dragon, and when the Knight was still dreaming of a bright future.

The All Heavens System quietly completed the upgrade without their knowledge.

The sound of the system prompt rang in their ears like rain. Even someone who was unconscious heard this sound in the dark. When he woke up, he would naturally remember it clearly.

[Thanks to a group member for providing a lot of energy, the system of all heavens has been upgraded. A special character upgrade system will be installed for everyone, which will help everyone improve their strength.

Provides photo and video recording systems.

Open weekly and emergency missions, as well as three personal rescue opportunities per week.

Enables personal designation of titles.

Ghost receives title, Void God

Ordinary rich man gets the title, Iron Man

A skeleton with only bones earned the title, the Judge