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In addition, he also prepared new weapons for this dragon-slaying journey, which were made from netherite ingots dug out from the netherworld and forged into diamond swords.

Although if you really encounter something strange, you may have to use your points, but it doesn’t prevent both the armor and the sword from looking very cool.

Those little guys were not stupid either. After suffering heavy losses, they showed signs of retreat and cowardice. When they came, they surged like a tide, and when they receded, they were like a winter stream, almost drying up.

"Next, you have to remember the way. It's very winding here." Steve made this affirmative statement based on his own experience of getting lost several times.

It's a bit embarrassing, but no matter how many times he comes to a place like this, Steve can never remember the way.

Maybe this is what it means to be directionally challenged.

The ghost nodded, and simply sat on the box, took out a piece of parchment, and under the curious gaze of the other two, took a quill and used simple lines to outline their current location and the room.

After doing all this, the ghost raised the map, and Steve always felt that he saw the illusion of seeking credit from its action.

After shaking their heads twice to clear their heads, they officially walked out of the small room.

The final stretch is in sight.

510 Enderman Riot

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the narrow passage, and the ghost could even clearly hear some flowing water sounds, which was the sound of the sea water wrapped outside.

Walking in such a quiet environment, the ghost felt that the black fog that had been covering him had dissipated. This journey did not pose any challenges to him, but the ghost felt very peaceful.

It was like sitting side by side with Quino on the edge of a blue lake. Neither of the two insects spoke. The ghost submerged half of his leg in the cold blue lake, lowered his head, and watched the ripples on the water.

Quino was wiping his sword, occasionally looking at the ghost, then lowering his head and doing his own thing.

The two insects remained silent for a long time, but neither insect felt uneasy.

Sometimes they would sit on the bench next to the glass window and stare at the never-ending rain outside.

The ghost seemed to have grasped something, and dispelling loneliness did not necessarily seem to be related to fighting, and sometimes it did not even require anything to be done.

It is difficult for intelligent, thoughtful, and self-determined creatures to fully understand each other.

But sometimes understanding is not necessary. Even just being together quietly or lively is enough.

It lowered its head and wrote and drew on the map. Every time Steve came to the same fork in the road, it would poke him, point to the location on the map, look at him expressionlessly, touch its head awkwardly, and turn to go to another fork in the road.

Steve looked very excited the whole time, and even the ghost unconsciously changed his steady pace into a jumpy one.

Those little bugs would come over to harass us from time to time, but they weren't fearless. They would just kill one or two and then run away, only to come back again and again. They looked like the little reptiles in Holy Nest that had no minds and could only wander around aimlessly.

But the little reptile looked much more comfortable than the worms.

When the ghost pierced a silverfish with a bone nail, it couldn't help but have such a wonderful thought.

The noise around him died down, and the bugs ran away again. The ghost put the bone nails back behind his back, and when he lowered his head to look at the map, he bumped into Steve.

When he looked up, he saw someone who was ecstatic. It passed by Steve's body and stuck its head out from behind him. What he saw was a simple altar.

The altar is made up of 12 green-yellow stones, all of which are empty holes, and none of them are solid. The surrounding stone bricks are shining because of the magma, and the sound of burning lava can be clearly heard.

Steve first looked towards the middle, but there was no monster spawner he had been longing for. Although he had guessed this result a long time ago, he still felt a little disappointed.

The ghost noticed this, took two steps forward, and gently patted the other person's arm to show his comfort.

Steve shook his head, took a deep breath, and cheered up immediately. He didn't rush to take out the ender pearl and fill it in. Instead, he touched a lot of obsidian from his hand.

He first used these obsidian stones to surround the entire space, and then built a portal frame leading to hell, but he hadn't lit it yet.

He looked at Val, as if to seek his consent. The other party stood there for a while, and finally nodded heavily.

A bright purple light flew out from the door leading to the bed, and the scattered particles and the flames from the lava competed with each other.

One grid in hell is equivalent to ten grids in the main world. He wants to find people here to build a stable passage. Since they reached cooperation with those pig spirits a long time ago, they have already built some transportation channels in hell, which is more convenient for everyone.

Val stepped onto the portal and looked back at Steve. He saw that Steve had put the 12 ender pearls back to their original places. The dark light blocked the light effect of the lava, and then he went to hell in a flash.

The ghost tilted its head and looked at the sudden change without thinking too much. It smelled a familiar scent from the portal to hell, but it was obvious that the dark portal in front of it attracted it more.

The smell of the void in this world emanated from the portal, and the void suppressed by it became restless, as if it was ready to feast on it.

Just as the ghost was wondering whether he should finish it or leave some, Steve suddenly reached out his hand to him.

"Ghost, everything has changed. I don't know what's going on over there. What if something is waiting for us at the landing point? Although nothing unexpected will happen, we might be scattered."

He tried to explain seriously that although he knew that ghosts would not encounter any accidents, it was a pity that the adventure in this situation lacked the part of holding each other's hands tightly!

He looked at the ghost and tilted his head blankly, thinking regretfully that his plan would fail, and then the other party reached out and held it.

Even though they both looked like fingerless creatures, they held hands just as a ghost could hold a nail and Steve could hold a sword.

Steve counted to 321, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and jumped down together.

Just as they were moving, with the Ender Gate opening, all the surviving Endermen began to riot from all places. The bugs did the same, gnawing at the obsidian cage like crazy. Even if they couldn't open it and smashed themselves to pieces, they had no intention of stopping.

Countless white smoke rose up and surrounded the surroundings along with the attack of insects, and on the sea, a series of suicides of Endermen unfolded.

But that was just the beginning. Soon, the Endermen paved the road with a mixture of wood and stone. When they reached the top of the portal, they began to transport sand in large quantities. A large amount of sand was scattered in and sank to the deepest part. The calm sea surface was like an abyss, swallowing everything.

But this is not a real abyss. No matter how deep the sea is, it has a bottom. There is enough sand to submerge everything and create a path for them to go down without sea water.

At this moment, the ancient guardians who were resting in the ocean temple looked at the underwater temple gradually being submerged by sand in confusion. The good news was that the structure inside the temple was not damaged, and only a few guards who did not have time to return were locked outside.

When Val entered hell, he saw the dark towering rocks and lava all over the ground, but he didn't see any living creatures. He could only make a mark, and based on the direction he came from, he simply judged the gathering place of the piglins and moved forward steadily.

The steps are firm and fast.

511 Arrival at the End

When the ghost was taken by Steve to jump down, it first felt that it was wrapped in a thick liquid. It was not as cold as the sea water it was soaking in before, but this wonderful feeling made it unconsciously want to curl up its body and let itself sink.

But it quickly shook off such thoughts. When it fell to a certain depth, the breath of the void became increasingly dense. When its vision became clear, it saw a broad platform.

The stone beneath him was like a sponge cake, with a crisp texture. It was more fragile than the stones in the ordinary world, just like the stones in hell.

Looking up and forward, there are towering obsidian buildings and all kinds of three-story-tall Endermen.

It was really a circular high-rise building made of obsidian. Perhaps because they appeared here too abruptly, the Endermen surrounded them.

They don't wear armor, probably because there are no suitable minerals here to make it.

Steve subconsciously lowered his head, swallowed nervously, and covered the ghost's eyes with his hands. The ghost clung to Steve's arms with both hands in a daze. It no longer relied solely on its eyes to gain vision.

The two of them maintained this posture, stiff for a while, but the number of Endermen surrounding them did not decrease, and even increased.

Fortunately, Steve was prepared. He quickly took out a pumpkin head and put it on his own head. After thinking for a while, he took out another one and was about to put it on the ghost, but after comparing it with the other party's horns, he felt it was too difficult.

Steve could only regretfully put the pumpkin head back and tell the ghost in the chat group not to look each other directly in the eye.

Wearing the pumpkin head mask, Steve could finally hold his chest high and look at these Endermen with dignity.

He was relieved that the Endermen did not get angry.

It’s not a question of whether he can defeat them or not. He can deal with these Endermen by himself, not to mention that there is also a ghost.

But doing so would be like them invading other creatures, a world that already possesses infinite possibilities and unlimited resources.

They were already inherently much better off than other places. He had seen too many worlds in the chat group arguing over insufficient resources. There was no need to drag his own world into the flames of war just for his own pleasure.

War is always the worst option. It is a necessary resistance when the other side invades them, not used to destroy the peace.

The place where the ghost and Steve were was like a small empty island, only big enough to accommodate a few people, with only a narrow road connecting to the main road.

Therefore, the Endermen surrounded them but not too close, and did not do anything else but just watched. After a while, they whispered to each other in some language that he could not understand.

The ghost looked at the private chat in the chat group, raised his hand and poked his mask. After thinking for a while, he pulled out a piece of pure black void and smeared it on his face. The eye sockets were blurred into pure black, and the smear was not very even, making him look a little pitiful.

The ghost looked up and saw that those creatures that smelled a bit of emptiness had no malicious intent and exuded only curiosity.

The ghost raised his leg and took two steps forward. The Endermen that surrounded him subconsciously made way for a passage. At the end of the passage was a towering tower?

The ghost thought uncertainly.

It continued to move forward. The Endermen had thin hands and feet and were very tall. Their purple eyes looked at them curiously. The ghosts were trapped in a strange forest here. The feeling was very subtle.

As the ghost moved forward, Steve stretched out his hand to stop it, but when he saw the Endermen scattering quickly, he put his hand down again and simply followed the ghost, and the two of them walked towards the tower one after the other.

The closer you get, the more majestic the tower seems.

They stood at the bottom of the tower, and when they looked up from below, they could hardly see the top of the tower, just pitch black.

The entire tower is made of obsidian, and you can see a clear spiral staircase outside the tower. The entire tower is not built very regularly. Apart from looking relatively straight, the stairs are also concave and convex, which made Steve's hands tremble when he saw it.

He forced himself to resist the urge to take out the manuscript and the obsidian, after all, this was someone else's place.

The ghost circled the tower. Wherever it went, the Endermen scattered, but gathered around it again as soon as it left, as if they were simply curious about the two of them.

The ghost walked around the tower and didn't see any entrance or exit, so he walked over and touched the tower, then tentatively walked up the stairs. The Endermen seemed to be getting closer, but no one stopped him.

Steve gripped his weapon tightly, feeling a little nervous. He looked around at the dim sky. These towers were taller than anything he had seen before. Without building them higher, it would be difficult to see him. He couldn't see anything in the sky either, but there was no movement, no sound, and no dragon.

The ruler of the end of the world has disappeared, and this matter is even more puzzling than the group of endermen in front of him.

He couldn't help but touch his chin. As he walked, he suddenly found that the ghosts were climbing up, so he hurried to follow them.

The tower seemed to have no end. They had gradually walked to a position where they could look down at the Endermen, but they could not see the top.

The Enderman did not follow them up the stairs.

There were no windows on the tower, and it felt a little cooler than ordinary obsidian. Steve could hear a crisp echo when he knocked on it, but he didn't know if it was hollow inside.

The ghost slowly climbed up, turning back to look at Steve from time to time.

After a while, there was still no end above, and the ghost suddenly stopped. Steve had no choice but to stop as well to avoid hitting it.

The ghost stood on a high staircase, the distance between which allowed them to look at each other at eye level, and the ghost could even look up at each other slightly, so it stretched out its hand downwards.

Steve understood immediately, so he held the other person tightly with both hands, and then black and transparent wings squeezed out from under the cloak and appeared behind the ghost.

The ghost's wings flapped lightly, the wind blew across its cloak, and they rose rapidly. The wind made it almost impossible for Steve to open his eyes, and his whole body hung in the air, swaying in the air.

Steve was not panicked at all. After all, he had already picked up the bucket in his hand. What's more, the person who was flying with him was a ghost. There shouldn't be any problem no matter how he thought about it, right?

As the ghost flew higher and higher, they finally managed to see the top of the tower. There seemed to be something on it emitting purple light.

512 Changes in Hell and War on Land

The thick magma made gurgling sounds, and its color changed as if it was flowing. The gray-black bamboo shoots covered with cracks were covered with a thin layer of light, and black flaky dust was floating in the air.

The heat in the air almost melted people. Val did not drink fireproof powder, but took out a thin snow bucket. This was a new thing they found in the snow mountain. It was snow that people could sink into, but they could walk on it as if it were flat ground when wearing leather shoes. It took them some effort to study this thing thoroughly.

As soon as the bucket was taken out, fine snowflakes were floating on it. Just by putting your arms in it, a comfortable coolness rushed up.

Val shuddered violently, and the air in his lungs finally felt less scorching. As far as the eye could see, this gray-black world seemed to have no end. He just held the barrel, put his shield on his back, and walked forward silently.

Until a large square white object came into view. It was an evil spirit, the kind without tears. No one knew when they began to increase in number in hell.

Val breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, but he still held the shield in front of him vigilantly. He only had one life, unlike Steve. Last time, Steve walked into the predator's trap so brazenly, arrogantly thinking that the other party could be negotiated with, but ended up being shot into a sieve by arrows. In the end, he looked at him in confusion as he sat on the box on the bedside table.

Until the evil spirit flew a little lower, revealing the saddle on its head, Val put the shield back on his back and stuffed the bucket back into his backpack.

"Where?"

The evil spirit was hanging on the ground, waving its tentacles and asking him, ever since hell began to prosper and materials began to circulate, a currency and money system began to be established, and gold was the strongest currency circulating in the region, because it could be mined in hell, and was relatively rare, but not so rare that it was almost impossible to find.

The main reason is that the piglins were the first to trade with the villagers, and their favorite thing is gold. In addition, they are also the strongest race in hell, so the circulation of gold naturally became a necessity.

Now that there is currency, people naturally have to work hard to earn it. As the most special race in hell, the evil spirits are the only two races that can fly and are extremely large in size. They have also developed their own ways of survival.

In addition to selling their unique tears, they also put on saddles and traveled to places where transportation hubs had not yet been built. The evil spirit in front of them made a living by doing this.

"Just go to the nearest ice boat landing."

Val took out some gold nuggets quite familiarly. After all, he had been here countless times when the regional transportation was being developed.

"Six."

The price was reasonable, so he readily handed over the gold nuggets that were enough to pay for it, and watched as the evil spirit used its tentacles to roll these things into its hollow body that looked illusory yet real, and then grabbed out two hell warts.

The evil spirit's eyes lit up immediately, and he rolled it over without any hesitation. This time he didn't put it into his body, but ate it directly. After all, he worked hard to make money just for this bite of food.

After he did all this, he looked around and found a place with a lower drop. He did not rise until Val was sitting steadily on him.

Val gripped the saddle firmly and urged. "Hurry up."

The evil spirit said nothing, and accelerated forward with his head down. His tentacles were blown backward by the wind, and the surrounding scenery changed much faster, especially the places with high and low drops filled with magma. That was much faster than his own slow groping speed. When he looked back after a while, the gray-black stone forest had been left far behind.