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In other words, the multi-block structure built by Steve has a certain purification ability, so logically speaking, such serious pollution will not occur.

But it is still necessary to be on the safe side.

After lighting up the portal with a flint and steel, the purple light flashed in the obsidian frame, and the sound of the wind appeared around the portal again, but it still didn't spread out in the end.

Laurentina was standing not far behind Lin Luo. Unlike Atyrau, she did not show any discomfort this time, which proved some of Lin Luo's conjectures.

"For the creatures that come out of the door, you can lead them into the pit first and wait for me to come back."

Lin Luo was instructing Laurentina before departure. Considering the future enchantment system, Lin Luo felt that it was necessary for him to pay attention to the method of upgrading the level.

He dug a deep pit under the Nether Portal, paved the ground with cobblestones, and placed several water sources around it, making a very simple monster-gathering device.

In this way, all monsters that may be refreshed can be easily pushed into the monster-gathering device, and it is difficult to get out of the range affected by the water flow in the first place.

However, due to the problem of water flow speed and flow in the real world, this device can basically only be effective against neutral wandering monsters. If it is a hostile creature, then the hole needs to be dug larger and the water source needs to be placed. Add a few more layers.

Laurentina nodded, indicating that she had taken down Lin Luo's instructions.

Lin Luo thought for a while, and there should be nothing else to tell him, so he jumped from some floating stepping blocks left by him to the portal of the lower realm.

He stretched out his hand to touch the piece of purple light, and could vaguely feel a weak suction pulling his palm.

And with Lin Luo's touch, swirling patterns appeared on the entire light. This should be the state when the portal started to work.

Lin Luo took a deep breath and completely stepped into this piece of light.

His vision began to distort. This was because the light that his eyes could receive was distorted by the portal. As the purple light gradually occupied Lin Luo's entire vision, a heat wave began to spread around him.

The transmission was about to be completed, but at this moment, Lin Luo suddenly thought of another thing.

He quickly turned his head and added to Laurentina who was not far away: "There is one more thing!

"If a skeleton covered in pitch-black carbon comes out of the door, then kill it directly, and kill it in the safest way you think!

"Remember not to be hurt by it! It is dangerous, very dangerous!"

The turbulent heat wave and the sound of magma flowing and bubbling came together, and the scorching air made Lin Luo shut his mouth immediately, but the pain in his throat was still as uncomfortable as smoking someone else's second-hand smoke.

The purple light disappeared, and he had already walked out of the lower realm portal, and what appeared in front of his eyes was a large expanse of Nether Rock.

The place where the nether portal landed was a nether wasteland, but Lin Luo was lucky, and within his sight, he saw the junction of two other nether systems.

With blood-colored trees and ground covered in some kind of crimson colony, it looks like a crimson forest biome.

As for the other side, just by looking at the black volcanic ash flying in the sky, you can know that this is the troublesome basalt delta.

Of course, it can also be described in more direct terms - dandruff canyon.

"Well, at least landing on the wasteland is already the best start."

Lin Luo lifted his shoulder armor and walked forward.

It is gratifying enough that my journey to the lower realms has at least had a relatively good start.

Magma, fluorite, quartz...these things that can solve the urgent need all exist in the wasteland of the lower realm.

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Loranta rubbed her forehead, she could feel that her life was passing by bit by bit.

Like gravel falling from between fingers, it is unstoppable and difficult to retrieve.

"Fortunately, the situation has not developed to the worst part."

The Governor's Office in the Civic Center has been converted into a ward, where Loranta burned her last life.

There wasn't much paperwork, and even though Grolyfa fell into madness in the last stage of his life, at least he still retained his sanity when it came to work other than potions.

This eased Loranta's pressure a lot.

Compensation for the loss of personnel is a headache, but in this chaotic world, there are indeed too many accidents, so that people have their own plans for the loss of life.

The accident encountered by Maggie's family was classified as a family laboratory accident. Loranta sent someone to find Maggie who had gone crazy, and sent her to the best nursing home in Atyrau to recuperate.

As for Governor Grolifa's death, what Loranta reported to Londinium was a gang vendetta.

The remaining traces of the manor are the explosion of an underground energy mine caused by a natural disaster, and all the waste excavated from it will be handled according to the level of high-risk infectious sources.

Loranta mended the scars left by Grolifa, but she could also feel her inadequacy.

She had been away from the front line for too long, and injuries had eaten her mind into hollow cheese.

So she knew that after solving these problems, her biggest job was to find a new governor for Atyrau.

The governor sent by Lentinium was not trusted by Loranta. Although she and Grolifa were far away from the political vortex, they still saw the chaos in Lentinium in recent years.

Fortunately, Loranta still has a candidate.

"I had thought about the situation where we would meet again, Flanders." An equally old voice sounded from the door, and as the door slid silently, an energetic and full-faced old man walked in: "But I didn't expect it. This is the last of us.”

"Ha, long time no see, Simon."

Loranta looked at the visitor with a smile on his face.

They were the last Model Army left in Victoria in this era, and after them they no longer had the name Model Army.

Although a unit called the Stormtroopers inherited their mantle, there was a gap between the two after all.

"I'm so sorry, I still have to pull you out of the farm at this time, and continue to work hard for this country."

Simon just waved his hand, he placed a bouquet of flowers on Loranta's bedside, and then found a chair to sit down.

He was younger than Loranta, and because he was healthy enough, his complexion and physical condition looked like he was just past his prime.

"I understand the importance of Atyrau to you, deputy team." The old man insisted on using the title in the model army: "It is everything to you. Rather than saying that you are guilty of calling me, it is better to say that I am still here." Worrying about whether I can take on the burden myself."

"Don't worry, Simon."

Loranta coughed lightly a few times: "Among us, you are the best candidate to be elected governor."

Simon smiled helplessly: "When we coaxed Douglas to take the blame, we also used such words."

The two old people laughed at the same time, the past experience is always pleasant.

"However, I thought it would take a while before you came to Atyrau... Hamlet Town is still a little far from here."

As Loranta's voice fell, Simon's expression suddenly looked a little sad.

He was silent, like an old wanderer returning to his hometown, and found that his hometown had disappeared.

"Vice, there is no more Hamlet Town."

"...what do you mean?"

Simon reached into his arms, took a photo out of his pocket, and placed it on the small table in front of Loranta.

"A plague and fire destroyed everything, and another existence killed all who survived the disaster.

"This is the last bit of evidence I can find in the ruins, and that's all."

Loranta's fingers were slightly stiff, and she seemed to have a premonition in her heart. The light and slightly scorched photo seemed particularly heavy at this moment.

Looking away, a humanoid figure stood in the center of the photo, looking at the photographer with those empty eyes.

Bloodless and fleshless, the proliferated ferocious skeleton became its only organ.

And those bones were scorched black as if soaked in magma.

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Chapter 39 Regrets, Opportunities, and Dreams

Lobotomy Director Brisk: It's time to play this movement so that no one will forget us!

Soul guy Zixu: It's broken, why is Lao Bu starting to go crazy.

Cube Liver Emperor Lin: We are all experienced players, so please speak more professionally. If you put this situation in Lao Bu's case, you can't call it crazy, but it should be said that his emotional level has increased.

Meat Pigeon Suffering Salted Fish: I understand what you mean, Lao Bu is going to show EGO soon.

Lobotomy Director Brisk: How can you people who are born in the nest know the pain of us back alley people!

Cube Gan Dilin: Speaking human words, the group of friends did not install cognitive filters.

Red Police Lao Hou: And the group of friends is not Kelxi.

Lobotomy Director Blisk: I've finally pulled the correction from -10 back to +2.

Cube Liver Emperor Lin: No wonder he went mad suddenly, this is indeed worth celebrating.

Lobotomy Director Brisk: Not only that, the system also gave me a reward.

Red Police Laohou: A new Abnormal Body?Or is it more exaggerated, you unlocked a singularity technology?

Lobotomy Director Blisk: Close—I got an Angela who just entered the cycle.

Soul Guy Zixu: ...?

Cube Liver Emperor Lin: Good guy, is this a bit...

Meat Pigeon Suffering Salted Fish: I remember, Lao Bu, you seem to have said that you are Angela Iron Chef...

Lobotomy Director Blisk: No doubt, no matter where I am, I, Blisk, will always cook only one Angela.

Lobotomy Director Blisk: Unexpectedly, after time travel, the system still gave me a chance to realize my dream, a chance to rewrite those damn endings.

Soul Guy Zixu: Opportunity...?

Soul Guy Zixu: I suddenly feel a little envious of Lao Bu, after all, I have no way to save a Sun Knight.

Meat Pigeon Suffers Salted Fish: You should think from another perspective. At least now you have the possibility to meet the fire prevention girls of the past, and maybe you can also meet the witch teacher or something.

Red Police Laohou: Be more optimistic, now we are capable of chasing our dreams.

Red Police Lao Hou: For example, I finally have the opportunity to drive a car of Ursas hard, and by the way, I can also pull the Frost Star Patriots into my command.

Meat Pigeon Suffering Salted Fish: In my words, I can finally fulfill the dream of walking the world with a sword.

Old Hou of the Red Police: Having said that, Lin Luo, I don’t think I’ve heard that you have any dreams.

Lobotomy Director Blisk: That's right, when I was chatting with Brother Lin before, I didn't hear him talk about his dreams.

Cube Liver Emperor Lin: Me?

Square Liver Emperor Lin: Uh... Is it a dream to live a peaceful farming life?After all, people who play MC are more or less attached to this complex.

Meat pigeon suffers from salted fish: It should be considered a dream, right?

Hun Lao Zixu: It might be better to say that this dream is a bit too everyday.

Lin Luo looked up at the sky helplessly, and could only shake his head after some thought.

"Dreams, I really can't find any suitable dreams when you ask me so suddenly."

Beside him, the magma in the scorched black smelting furnace was churning. They combined with water in the smelting furnace, and finally formed a mass of molten obsidian.

Lin Luo didn't explore too much in the lower realm, after all, the main goal of entering for the first time was to get magma.

Only after I have made the obsidian pickaxe can I freely explore in the lower realm.

There is no map in the real world, and Lin Luoke has no way to record the coordinates of those minerals that have been discovered but cannot be excavated by memorizing the coordinates.

While waiting for the molten obsidian to take shape, Lin Luo originally thought about having some fun in the group to pass the time, but he didn't expect that the topic in the group would suddenly be brought to an aspect that he was very unfamiliar with.

It is true that Lin Luo is a very independent and mature person. When building a group, he is one of the people who is responsible for taking the general direction and taking the lead.

But if it is a dream, Lin Luo is really confused.

Just like the label that all the group of friends put on him, Lin Luo is an out-and-out task master.

Almost all of his actions are based on a goal he has set, and then he continues to work towards that goal.

But Lin Luo doesn't think that goal is the so-called dream, otherwise this thing is too cheap.

"It turned out that in this respect, I became the one who followed the crowd."

Lin Luo scratched his head, and then found a reason for himself: "Maybe it's because the life is too happy? After all the needs are met, it is natural that there is no dream...

"Maybe I should thank MC, unlike in other games, there are a lot of unresolved emotions."

Thinking of this, Lin Luo immediately remembered the scene of those gangsters crying and howling in the group.

Even now, when sand sculpture friends see famous scenes such as "I am willing to join Rhode Island", "Apprentice... Apprentice", "One yard, return to one yard", "Sheffield stretches out his hand in front of the plane", etc. Become a curly baboon.

I really can only say thank you for not having any tragedies in MC.