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It has never liked any protective gear and would allow its fragile body to be exposed, even if it may have to pay a huge price.

Especially now that it's overloaded, all damage will be doubled on him, and it is more vulnerable than ever.

But this also means that it is more dangerous and deadly than usual.

The little knight began to move. He wanted to verify a result, a result that cost his life.

023 Close Combat

The battlefield was clearly divided yet chaotic. The clear distinction was between villagers and monsters, but the chaotic part was that even the little knight, who was obviously out of tune with the world, was unable to cause any waves when he suddenly inserted himself into the battlefield. No one even cared.

Would anyone care if a tiny drop of water mixed into a raging torrent?

of course not.

But was that drop of water truly just ordinary water? Contained within that tiny body was a vast expanse of nothingness, so heavy it could have smashed through the vast ocean.

But now, before everything is revealed and discovered, it is indeed difficult to attract attention.

A few stray arrows escaped to the little knight's side.

The swift arrow feathers were triggered by the tiny bone nails, deviating from their original direction and falling down due to loss of power.

The tiny buzzing of some bees was drowned out by the deafening roar of the explosion. They entered the battlefield before the knight, and were diligently running around in the low-lying areas where neither side could see them, picking up spoils.

The battlefield became more and more chaotic. Even the villagers' originally neatly arranged formation was broken up unknowingly and retreated step by step. It looked at this scene, looked at the upright block people, and thought of the six chubby knights. If those guys were still alive and were all here, they would surely be able to roll over and clear the field soon, just like a bowling ball, triggering a chain reaction and causing everyone to roll over and fall.

But those complicated thoughts were thrown behind his mind in just a moment and were once again filled with a desire to fight. He almost without thinking rejected an enemy, a hapless green-skinned zombie in iron armor.

A black shadow flashed by, bringing a silent death.

The fragile iron sheet was pierced easily, and the silver bone nails penetrated the entire zombie. The zombie, which was just showing its fangs and claws, turned into a cloud of particles and disappeared without a trace, with almost no warning.

You see, death here is so light, no blood, no corpse, no trace at all.

But the little knight just thought it was convenient. Compared with those enemies that would burst out sticky bright red liquid, the corpses of these enemies that would disappear automatically were more in line with his definition of the enemy. At least they would not pose much of an obstacle, and would not stick to the weapons and be impossible to shake off.

It had no habit of resting and kept patrolling the next target. In the corner that it had never paid attention to, the little bees were staring at their target - the armor dropped by the zombie after its death.

Perhaps thanks to the special effects of the system, they have their own emotions, and now they are surprisingly annoyed and angry.

Their entire population gathered together in a restless state. Individually, they were originally inconspicuous, but now they formed a pitch-black mass the size of a person on the battlefield. However, just a glance at them occasionally made people inexplicably feel cold all over and avoid them from afar.

They surrounded another zombie aggressively. The zombie was also wearing iron armor. If you look closely, you will find it somewhat familiar.

Before the zombie could react, they collectively formed a huge fist, and with one uppercut, they knocked the man to the ground. They then scattered around, grabbing the head and feet, and pulling the unfortunate zombie hard. The unlucky zombie was almost dismembered on the spot. Fortunately, the iron armor he was wearing was not so tenacious, and was forcibly taken off and carried by them in the group.

Bah, he even dares to steal the spoils of their little knight, so shameless.

After all, even they only occasionally picked up the drops dropped by monsters after their death, rather than the armor that was fought over.

Yes, this set of armor was dropped by the inconspicuous guy that the knight had just killed. However, before they had the chance to pick up the spoils excitedly, it was taken away by someone else.

Who could tolerate this? They couldn't tolerate it anyway.

Before leaving, he did not forget to make a middle-finger gesture, leaving a deep impression on the unlucky guy who was still lying on the ground with stars in his eyes and didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

These minor incidents in the war have no impact on the whole.

Steve held up the shield and the sword. The slightly blunt iron sword was deeply embedded in the opponent's armor. He saw that he couldn't take it off for a while, so he let go without hesitation and picked up an iron sword from the ground that had fallen from the ground after the death of some unlucky guy. He didn't dare to relax for a moment and stared at the wandering creepers.

Without the restraint of reason, the creeper that can freely control whether to explode or not is really too terrifying. If the explosion range is not so wide and the pre-explosion swing is not so long, I am afraid that it would have broken through this line of defense long ago.

Even so, the villagers' last line of defense was extremely dangerous. After all, this was a battlefield, with people everywhere and no place to hide.

He almost chopped until his arms were sore. For the first time, he regretted not remembering or paying attention to those MODs. He guessed that there would be at least a few that could be used, but unfortunately he couldn't remember any of them.

After all, as a pure survival building enthusiast who couldn't even be bothered to load chains, why would he pay attention to all that miscellaneous stuff? The few he knew about were all because they were too popular, so he quickly glanced at them countless times before finally memorizing them.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew from behind him. He immediately squatted down alertly and barely avoided this fatal attack.

He squatted down, supporting himself on the ground with one hand, and just as he turned around, he slashed at the opponent with his sword while he was still stiff. The attacker was shaken and retreated continuously, and his breastplate was shattered to the ground.

If not now, when? Without hesitation, he took two steps forward, forcefully knocking the zombie's iron sword away with his shield, piercing it deep into its chest from top to bottom. Watching the zombie collapse into a delicious piece of rotten meat, he immediately sprinted away from the center of the chaotic battlefield, not even bothering to pick up the fallen iron armor.

He leaned against the wall, took out a can of healing potion from his backpack, and poured it into his mouth without caring whether anyone saw it.

Steve took a breath, hesitated for a moment, and then took out another golden apple with some heartache. He didn't even bother to taste it and ate it up in just a few bites.

Almost all the gold mines he had stolen before were made into golden apples, and now they were all stored in his backpack. Each apple contained several pieces of gold.

He used to look down on her, but now he feels he can't afford her.

It's because he's always being chased. Not to mention finding mineral veins and canyons, he even has to be careful when cutting down trees.

He had been separated from the villager for a long time. In such a chaotic battlefield, let alone finding anyone, he was lucky to be alive. The only good thing was that he had foresight. He put a bed and set up a resurrection point in the place where he and the ghost had hidden before, and stuffed all the valuables on his body to the ghost. The worst that could happen was that he would die, run back to pick up his equipment and continue to fight them.

024 The Fighting Becomes More Fierce

Amidst the roar of artillery fire, Tony Stark, wearing armor, emerged from the sky through the clouds and easily wiped out those bandits who usually committed evil and murderous acts.

A few days had passed since he woke up, and he had completed the weekly tasks piecemeal, which were not difficult.

The one who submitted 100 energies directly converted his own energy core. After submitting 1000 energies, he just glanced at the extra zeros and lamented that there were many more useless numbers.

He was lazy when submitting the items, but he didn't expect that the energy core could actually be submitted, which saved him a lot of trouble.

The third weekly task of crafting steel armor was a bit troublesome and took a long time to complete.

He has not yet opened the abilities bestowed upon him by the system, but judging from the names alone, they are most likely scientific in nature. At least, they are not like the abilities of the ghost guy, which are completely impossible to study.

So he didn't want to, and wasn't willing to use it. Since it was related to technological development, he firmly believed that his talents didn't need any help. What the system could give him, he could also create on his own.

As for what we are doing now, such as wearing steel armor, killing people covered in blood, and saving innocent people who have nowhere to retreat, it is not just to make up for the past, but more to create a different future.

He ignored the cheers from the people below and continued to head to the next location without stopping until a familiar voice sounded, and then he stopped in the air.

The chat group screen unfolded before his eyes. Regarding this panel, he once pointed at the screen in front of him and asked Jarvis if he saw anything new, but in the end he only got a disappointing answer.

"Sir, there's nothing here."

It seems that he will not be able to unravel the secret of this chat group in a short time, but he firmly believes that sooner or later he will be able to study it thoroughly.

Private chat channel

[World Manipulator] Avid Architect: Bro, I have a question for you. Do you have any chairs over there? Any kind of bench, whatever it is? I really need it.

Steve had not yet joined the battlefield when he asked this question.

【Iron Man】Ordinary Rich Man: Ghost?

He remembered the ghost's request to him before. At that time, he just thought that people needed to rest. Now he thought that perhaps there was some special need. After all, everyone who believes in God always has some weird things, even if they themselves may not understand why they do so?

Although he has always disliked this so-called Steve, he is still happy to help ghosts.

[World Manipulator] Avid Architect: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, I really need it right now. I've called everyone else, but I don't know what they're doing. No one responded. The only one who did was a newbie who asked, and they said no. This is the first time I've seen a ghost express such a strong desire. If I can't even fulfill this little wish, I'll inexplicably feel like a failure.

After Steve said this, he looked at the ghost who was trying to tiptoe and stretch his hands, and silently covered his heart.

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich man: Please wait for me for a moment.

After a brief moment of thought, he turned back. He seemed to remember glancing at something he had seen before, and seeing what the other party needed. Those he had saved cheered and welcomed their hero back, but before they could even approach to greet him, they watched in amazement as someone dismantled a slightly worn bench. They watched in amazement as the person immediately walked away, their collective minds lost.

[An ordinary rich person gave out a red envelope]

[The enthusiastic architect received a red envelope]

【World Manipulator】Fanatical Architect: Thanks, brother, I owe you one.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: Stop, don't flatter me or flatter yourself. I'm just repaying a favor from a ghost, it has nothing to do with you.

Steve had never seen anyone speak so arrogantly before, and he became so angry that he was about to turn into a keyboard warrior and curse back.

The ghost saw the man's anger that was almost materializing, and gently tugged at the corner of his clothes. Just as he was about to ask a few questions, the man touched his own corner and took out the chair from the red envelope as if nothing had happened.

The ghost bent one hand in front of him and put the other hand behind his back, then bowed formally to express his gratitude.

It sat on it without any hesitation, swinging its legs, its consciousness sinking into the void. It looked at its amulet, hesitated for a moment, and then forced another amulet into the crowded amulet slot.

Ever since it used the system to assimilate the two amulets, it noticed something was different. Not only was the overload limit expanded, but some special rules were also rewritten.

It intended to verify this idea without any hesitation, even on a battlefield full of dangers.

Turning his attention back to the present, Steve has died for the third time. Since he swallowed the last golden apple, he no longer has any more means of replenishing himself, and death naturally and inevitably follows.

In fact, this is really a very painful thing. No matter how many times I experience it, no matter how many times I convince myself, the pain of death always lingers and never goes away. But now is not the time to be pretentious.

War is so contagious that anyone with a bit of backbone and flesh and blood, no matter what your purpose is at the beginning, no matter what your mentality is at the beginning, once you are on the battlefield, listening to the loud shouts around you, listening to everyone's struggle to survive, you will fight involuntarily and resist to the end.

He skillfully knocked open the wall, and took out two burned stones from the furnace that was burning non-stop, filled the gap, and ran to the battlefield like crazy. Before he could step into the surging torrent of war, he seemed to sense something and dodged to the side as if his scalp was tingling. Even though he inexplicably felt that this black substance would not hurt him, it still did not prevent him from feeling a subtle fear.

But it wasn't over yet. What followed was a violent, shrill roar, and Steve felt like he was going deaf.

The little knight in mid-air fell down. He no longer had the soul power to release the smash. The monsters around him were almost gone, but soon there were more monsters surrounding him.

Monsters don't feel much pain. They just keep pursuing victory or tearing their prey apart. Even if they have their own selves, they still follow their instincts and nature.

Therefore, no monster retreated, even though some of them were almost filled with fear, they still insisted on moving closer to the humans.

They surrounded the little knights, swords drawn, leaving them with hardly any space.

025 The Coming Outbreak

The moment the little knight was surrounded, Steve shouted regardless of the consequences, "Ghost, ghost, can you go?", and rushed in with his sword raised, even though Steve knew very well that such an action would be useless except exposing him.

The other party is a god, the god of the void. Before he lost control of this world, he was also a god, the god of his own world. How could he not understand the essence of gods? No matter what appearance they take, their essence will not change in the slightest.

But the ghost's appearance was too deceptive. He couldn't just sit by and watch such a cute little guy get surrounded. He didn't even dare to mention the word "cute" in front of the other party.

This is so disrespectful.

Just like what the guy from Village 1784 said, how could such a polite and cute little guy have any bad intentions!

Although he didn't know where the logic started to go awry and was completely wrong, it didn't stop Steve from rushing in with a heroic look on his face.

The frost iron blade was not stained with blood, but with a gunshot that was full of blood, he charged into the monster pile alone. While the opponent was still unconscious, he stabbed them through with a sword, and then he was glared at.

Steve's action easily attracted the attention of the monsters. He looked at the monsters surrounding him from all directions, swallowed nervously, chuckled, put down his sword, raised his hands to surrender, then closed his eyes, opened them again, and returned to the narrow temporary cave and lay on the bed.

At this time, the knight's slightly petite body provided some convenience. There were not many places he could attack, and the people around him were stumbling, pushing and shoving each other.

"Ugh." (Don't squeeze me.)

"Ugh!" (You should stop squeezing me!)

Who knows how they communicate with each other using a monotone, or is it the same as the Hollow Knight's underground kingdom? They use some other special method to communicate with each other, and sound is just a supplement.

But the chaotic noise ended here. A dazzling white light attracted everyone's attention. Perhaps it was the crowd, or perhaps it was something else, but the Creeper's patience reached its limit. He exploded without warning, blowing away countless zombies.

The knight took the opportunity to spread the King's Wings and leaped high into the sky, but they were not real wings after all and could not fly. So, even though it was still waving the bone nails tenaciously in the air, it was inevitably hit by an arrow.

It rolled to the ground in an instant and stood up again. The disadvantages of overloading were clearly revealed at this moment, and two of the invisible masks used to protect its body were shattered.

There are seven masks left.

But the little knight didn't care. He felt something starting to loosen along with his injury.

The villagers also noticed the commotion on the battlefield. They had already seen the little guy who was moving around the battlefield raise the bone nails to attack, but his unusual appearance made them hesitant and unsure.

Until the two black ripples easily swept through the large number of zombies, coupled with that cute appearance, they had unknowingly accepted the little guy they had never seen before as their companion.

Those who have killed people and fought against enemies together on the battlefield would have become iron brothers if they had known each other earlier.

So when they saw the little knight being surrounded, even though they were slightly short of troops and manpower, they still dispersed without thinking and tried to break the encirclement.

Then they watched in amazement as the little knight leaped up and spread its transparent, thin wings, and watched nervously and worriedly as it was shot down, its attacks becoming increasingly fierce.

No villager was in the habit of abandoning his companion, as long as he was still alive.

The knight rolled over to avoid the powerful blow, then raised his hand smoothly and placed the bone nail across in front of him. Sparks flew, and a gap immediately appeared on the opposite iron sword. Then it shattered to the ground and disappeared without a trace.

Then, the pale bone nails followed and tore it into two halves, and the remaining spoils were diligently collected by the industrious little bees.

But this was just one enemy, and it was too numerous to kill, and countless swords were thrown at it, but this time the brandished weapons only cut the air, or collided with each other and overlapped.

Where the little knight had originally stood, only a pure black shadow remained, which disappeared without a trace after a moment. It had long since turned into a black torrent that passed through the surging sea of ​​monsters and shuttled into another narrow gap, reaping another life with a wave of its hand.