Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

After playing around for a while, Lu Ze sat down against the stone platform to catch his breath.

Then I remembered I had something important to do.

"Speaking of Black Tower, you still haven't told us what your plan is." Lu Ze patted his still slightly flushed cheeks, bringing the topic back on track.

He had been telling the story to the Great Black Tower for a long time, and now it was her turn to tell it.

Why did she ask me for high-tech items, and what was her method for dealing with the Devouring Ender?

"Originally, I wanted to ask you for some technological products to disassemble and use for parts." The big black tower glanced at the bionic robot on the ground that was missing an arm.

"But now..."

As she spoke, she raised her arm, revealing a pure white bracelet on her wrist.

"With this, I won't need to disassemble your classic fashion trinket anymore. I can reconstruct it directly with this bracelet, which is much more efficient than disassembling parts."

"What? These are all the roads I came from." Lu Ze grumbled unhappily, his expression exactly the same as when Xing protected her precious corgi butt rock.

"Aren't you going to tell me where these two things come from?"

Seeing that Lu Ze was about to put the remaining crimson helmet and android back into his storage bag, Daheita casually asked a question.

She wasn't really that interested in researching those two things.

After listening to Lars's story spanning a century, I inexplicably felt that each of this little guy's collections must have a story worth telling.

"Oh, these two items. This helmet was obtained from an old man in exchange for the booklet I just gave you; it's said to prevent mind control."

Lu Ze picked up the helmet, tapped the outer shell casually, producing a dull echo, and then pointed to the android missing an arm.

"I found this on the battlefield. It seems to be a mass-produced model, the T-800."

These two items didn't hold many memorable points for him, so his explanations were very concise, one sentence for each item, crisp and to the point.

However, some people are not used to it.

"You finished speaking in just a few words?" The Black Tower's tone was tinged with disbelief.

Is this still the same Lu Ze who would talk endlessly about "the way we came" and wanted to break down every detail for her?

Lu Ze gave her a disdainful look.

Hmph, woman.

When he was about to talk a lot, she would tell him to "be concise," "don't exaggerate," and "get to the point." Now that he was actually concise, she started to think he was being perfunctory.

They are never satisfied.

Lu Ze didn't continue to criticize her, but instead looked around thoughtfully.

"Speaking of the Black Tower, that Devouring Ender seems to have been quiet for a while now, which feels a bit strange."

They've been here for a long time, but that guy hasn't caught up with them.

Unlike when they first entered this space, they didn't say a word and immediately pounced on the enemy.

"Oh, you mean her. It's normal to feel sleepy after eating a full meal." The big black tower's tone was as flat as if he were talking about a cat that had just swallowed a whole bag of cat food.

She walked to Lu Ze's side and gently stroked the graying hair at his temples.

"Didn't you see that the cracks in the surrounding space have stopped appearing? That means that after devouring your future, she has enough energy to strengthen her defenses. It's a sign that the Iron Tomb's erosion has slowed down."

Lu Ze was slightly taken aback.

Does she have the ability to strengthen her defenses?

How to combat the erosion of the Iron Tomb?

Only then did he belatedly realize the true identity of the Devouring Enderman.

"Was that monster you in disguise?"