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Neatly shaped squares of sand and gravel were thrown into the sea. The ocean was flat and still. The busy figures of the Endermen frequently flashed on the wide, undecorated and undulating paved stone road they had built themselves.

They didn't fill it very neatly, so their efficiency was somewhat dispersed, but they were so enthusiastic and worked so hard that the sand gradually piled up to half the position, and it wouldn't be long before they completely filled up this small area.

These Endermen actually have no unified command. They even bump into each other, squeeze each other, and drop the blocks in their hands. Sometimes the Endermen who collide with each other will stare at each other with murderous eyes, but in the end they don't take any action, just move sand in a uniform manner.

The beaches nearby have almost been emptied, exposing the underground rock layers. Some monsters flashed in the intricate mines, but in the end they did not act rashly against the huge group of Endermen.

They just wandered in the shadows fearfully. All the exits of the Ocean Temple had been blocked. Those poor guardians were crowded in the same room with the ancient guardians. The sand and stones falling from outside could not wash away this building that had experienced the vicissitudes of history, but random guesses made them unable to settle down.

The obsidian-wrapped portal in the deepest part of the underground remained motionless, but the Enderman's wanton reclamation of the sea angered another occupier of this ocean besides the Guardians - the Drowned.

They dodged the sinking sand and emerged from the sea in dense crowds, holding tridents and ready for battle like taut bows.

The Endermen turned a blind eye to this. They had only one fanatical goal in their hearts. This obsession stubbornly remained in their slender torsos, and they would even flash past the drowned corpses blocking the road and continue their mechanical actions.

This is a provocation.

And this world has not dealt with the Endermen for a long time.

The leader of the drowned zombies lost his composure and threw the shining trident with force. In the flash of the Enderman, it returned to his hand.

It was like the sounding of a war horn. The drowned corpses scrambled to throw away their weapons, then dived down into the sea to pick them up again.

Where is the Enderman?

They just dodged or roared angrily, but no Enderman stopped moving sand.

A strange war with no casualties broke out here.

The spider in the mine poked its head out, and after a while it stretched out one of its forelimbs and touched the shoulder of the little zombie next to it.

"I think I have something to touch."

"Come on, that black thing hasn't been hit yet. What are you going to touch? Don't rush over and get poked into a sponge."

"You have a point." The spider lay obediently on the ground, watching with the little zombie until the first Enderman was hit.

The opponent was probably tired. After all, the continuous flashing was too exhausting. Purple particles were flying in the air.

But the sand has been almost filled up, and only a passage is needed.

513 Let us put an end to this great adventure (1)

There was nothing on the obsidian pillar except for the end crystal emitting a faint purple light and floating in the air.

Even though Steve knew the size of your pillar, and knew that there shouldn't be any unusual behavior if there really was an Ender Dragon on it, he still couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

Ghosts are attracted to end crystals.

It was never picky about the amount of energy or the size of the food. The ghost shook its cloak twice, folded its wings completely, carried the bone nails on its back, and sprinted to the front of the end crystal.

Steve subconsciously stretched out his hand, then belatedly retracted it. It had been such a long time since they last saw each other, how could he have forgotten that the figure in front of him, who was much shorter than him, did not need any reminders about his combat effectiveness. What was a mere exploding Unknown Crystal?

The ghost gently wrapped around the End Crystal, and a large amount of energy immediately began to spiral out of control. Just this touch was enough to bring the unbalanced energy to the brink of explosion, but the overflowing energy was quickly drained away.

The pillar that was originally emitting purple light immediately dimmed. Steve stood on the edge of the pillar and looked out. It was pitch black outside. There was no other hazy purple light. It seemed that only this pillar stood there uniquely.

But without the Ender Dragon, how should he proceed?

Without the Ender Dragon, there would be no warp portal. Without a warp portal, how could he leave this small world and explore other islands?

You can't just randomly pick a direction and fly forward in this vast end of the world.

He looked at the ghost and finally gave up the idea of ​​flying.

Then he jumped down from a high place with a bucket of water.

Where Steve couldn't see, the ghost that was about to jump down after him paused.

It looked to the side. What was weeping there? The nothingness here also mourned, but the ghost only paused for a moment before transforming into a black shadow, passing Steve at an even faster speed.

The scenery around Steve changed rapidly until the Enderman's head appeared in his sight, and his originally confident expression suddenly changed.

In the past, he would have definitely performed this handsome water landing. As for those injured and screaming Endermen, what did it have to do with him?

But it is not possible now. Orderly life and reckless life are two different paths. The attitude of the Endermen towards them is just curiosity and wait-and-see. Without launching an attack, he is absolutely unwilling to be the evil person who will start a war.

Now looking at Steve, there is only one way out, that is to wait for the ghost to pick him up, even if there is only less than a person's width away from the ground, he believes that the ghost will pick him up in time.

But Steve just raised his arm, and a pillar of Ender Stone rose out of thin air from the gap between the Endermen. When it rose to a distance of four blocks from the ground, it expanded outward by one block and rose up another level, leaving only one block of space in the middle that was just big enough to hold water.

Steve quickly tipped the bucket down and landed safely in the middle of the water. The moment the water receded, the pillar slowly retracted, and he followed the disappearing blocks and landed steadily on the ground one section at a time.

"Have you seen anything?" Steve asked tentatively.

But he only got a silent response. The slender Endermen gathered around him, staring at him intently with glowing purple eyes. This strange pressure made him shiver.

"Look for something huge."

The ghost landed on the ground and held up the sign to ask.

Steve took a look and nodded firmly. Even if he couldn't find the Ender Dragon, finding some of it would be good too. Isn't randomness one of the fun of adventure?

The ghost spread its wings, but before it could grab Steve, the other party took a step back and refused.

"No, no, let's use another method. It's a bit of a waste of points, but if we go this way, Val will probably have a hard time following us."

As he said this, he squeezed through the gap between the Endermen and walked in the direction indicated by the ghost until he reached the edge of the land. Looking down, there was a bottomless abyss, and he just waved his hand calmly.

A stone brick bridge stretched out from nowhere, extending infinitely into the distance. His points began to plummet, shrinking like that, but it was far from enough to shake his savings.

Hadn't he worked diligently for so many years just for a moment of waste?

The ghost stepped on the stone brick floor and followed the footsteps of the human, stepping onto the long bridge across the void.

On the other side, the war has reached a fever pitch. More and more Endermen are being killed or falling into the water and drowning due to exhaustion, but more Endermen are already walking through the sand and down to the sea.

The spiders carried the little zombies on their backs and ran around the battlefield, flexibly collecting everything they could, such as the pearls.

Occasionally, a trident would fly past their heads and hit a tree or the sand nearby, frightening them so much that they would run away from the battlefield.

After a while, Spider ran back with the little zombie clinging to his leather helmet tightly, still in fear.

After all, it's an ender pearl! The pillagers in that house love it, and they can easily trade it for a few precious potions and even a basket of food.

With these foods, they can rest assured for a long time instead of being forced to join somewhere.

The monsters' production capacity was too weak, and their weakness during the day was too deadly. The villagers' power grew stronger and stronger, so they gradually evolved into savages, although not in the true sense.

Fortunately, this world is vast enough, so they simply moved underground. Without sunlight, the large number of livestock they raised is enough to keep them well fed. They can also trade the ores they get with the villagers, but this is limited to major forces.

Idle monsters like spiders and little zombies can only attack some poor pigs, cows and sheep that pass by innocently. Those animals are now very smart and will run away at the slightest sign of trouble. Sometimes the two of them can only go hungry or chew apples with a frown.

When the last Enderman disappeared in the sand, the ground was already filled with tridents. The leader of the drowned looked at them with a frown. It was not so convenient for them to move things and transform the terrain.

The other drowned came over and whispered to each other. In the end, they did not chase after him, but just hid in the ocean, waiting for the Enderman to appear again.

They are strong enough only underwater. They don't need to give up their advantages. They just need to wait. They have nothing to do anyway and they have a lot of patience.

514 Let's put an end to this great adventure (Minecraft 2)

The brick road is still spreading endlessly outside the void. The changes in the world have also affected the size of the end of the world. The size of the main island alone has expanded several times. It will probably take some time to cross it, not to mention that Steve has ingeniously widened the width of the bridge and added guardrails.

Everything went smoothly in hell. When Val arrived at the destination, the evil spirit asked him in a nice tone if he wanted to wait for him to return.

Val simply waved his hand in refusal and stuffed the recorded map straight into his backpack.

Perhaps it's a strange commonality of the world, the map of this world is hard and cannot be broken, but it works as well as a shovel to dig up soil.

Obviously when it is paper, it still has a certain softness, but when the definition is changed, it becomes like two completely different objects.

However, the creatures living under this rule have long been accustomed to it, and no one thinks there is anything strange about some of their conventional things.

Just like other worlds have natural gravity, here, except for a small number of objects, even if the support underneath is removed, they will float in the air.

The buildings in hell are not just rising from the ground, some are embedded in cliffs, or even hung on the ceiling. Unlike the vast and boundless sky of the main world, hell has a roof. This unique geographical advantage has given rise to an architectural community that is completely different from the main world.

The bricks in hell are mostly red and green, which is a bit weird. The overall architectural style here is also like this. However, you can also see some finely crafted and gorgeous buildings, and even gold products as embellishments, which bring a gorgeous visual impact. However, if you look further away, the size of this city is just like that, far less than the city that the villagers see as far as the end in the sky.

Val has always been a serious and modest person, but at this moment, facing the piglin city, he couldn't help but feel a little proud of his own race.

Their current glory is the result of the wisdom of all villagers, and of course, the most indispensable Steve.

There were piglins guarding the city gate, and there was a podium with a book on it. Val quickly wrote down his name on it. Although such a registration was meaningless, basically those who were willing to write their names honestly would not cause trouble. After doing it many times, he would remember it and it would be convenient.

In addition, except for people within the same race who can see subtle differences in appearance, other people look at people from other races as blocks carved from the same mold, with the same height, weight and body shape, with no difference. Writing names also records race, so if there is a problem, they can also let their own race handle it.

After entering the city, he didn't waste any time and went straight to the transportation hub until he boarded the ice boat, and then stepped into the portal at the destination. The scenery changed in an instant.

Val couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if to filter out the burning air in his lungs.

However, what he was going to do on this trip still needed some discussion. Val could no longer just say a word and everyone would work together as he did in the past.

Once you have unloaded the burdens and responsibilities, you naturally cannot take up the corresponding rights.

Except for that guy Steve.

If he walked to the lobby of the Senate Tower and rang the bell in the center, everyone would cooperate and get ready immediately.

Wal sat on a birch half-brick leaning against the oak trapdoor, and picked up a piece of cake on the table. The cake was not missing a piece but was one layer shorter. He just took the cake and ate it bite by bite without much care.

To him, almost all the faces that appeared before him were strangers. Except for the successor he had personally trained, all his old friends had retired like him, and those who had not retired were no longer around.

Thinking of this, he looked at the open space outside with some nostalgia, but there was no trace of the former village here, even though the tower was built where he once lived.

Only after all ten people sat down quietly did Val speak.

"I've already discussed matters concerning the End of the World with you guys before, but Steve fell asleep in the conference room right after we started talking, so our conversation was pretty sketchy."

"Yes," the current village chief agreed at first, but then quickly changed his tune. "However, we'll discuss the details once we get to the scene, just like we agreed before. After all, only when we get there can we know the details."

"Will I lead the team this time?" The current villager, suppressing his eagerness, spoke carefully. Compared to his time in the mines, his calm demeanor was almost unrecognizable. "The last time we crossed paths with Hell, there wasn't a major armed conflict, and the clash with the marauders was only small-scale. This time, we're entering a new world, and there might be some large-scale armed conflict, just like your previous journeys through Hell."

"I've never had similar experience before, so I might not be able to handle it completely."

"You're a fool," Val said, pausing. "You're good in every way, except you're too cautious. Maybe you should learn a little from Steve and be a little bolder and more ambitious."

Muran Er didn't say anything.

Village One glanced around and said, "Village Ten should come along. There might be some diplomatic work that needs to be done. The others will wait for the news to be relayed before starting construction. We've wasted time, so let's get going now."

They finished their conversation in a few words and turned around and left without much delay, each of them doing their own work.

The first half of this journey to the end of the world was completed by Steve and Val, which solidly demonstrated what the word "journey" means. As for the second half, the villagers always had to come and do something, so that if Steve encountered any problems, they could also serve as his backup.

Steve has helped them so much, and now their villagers have settled down completely. With such prosperity, they are unwilling to stop moving forward, nor are they willing to allow Steve to take risks alone.

Even if the other party can be resurrected infinitely, even if the other party already has many friends around him.

But the villagers still wanted to help each other with their own strength.

This is their responsibility, just as it was back then.

The well-trained villagers lined up neatly and stepped into a hell gate in unison. This hell gate did not border the territory of the piglins, but with the map, they could quickly pave a hell passage and then enter the end of the world continuously.

At this moment, the Endermen had already arrived at the underground ruins. The moss-covered stones were moved away by them on a large scale. They rushed forward, even squeezed into a group, and went in that direction at all costs.

515 Let's put an end to this great journey (Minecraft 3)

When the vast continent appeared in front of Steve, he inevitably became excited. The tall and thin figures of the Endermen were scattered on the yellow End Stone, and the purple shadow plants stood sparsely. They grew in a tangled and intertwined manner, unable to cover the purple End City.

Nothing seems to have changed here, as desolate as a desert, like a pool of stagnant water.

The transformation of the world does not seem to have spread here, or it seems to have stopped abruptly beyond here.

There seemed to be no living creatures here.

After Steve saw those real and vivid worlds, he could no longer regard those Endermen wandering aimlessly in the wilderness as living creatures.

"Are they still alive?"

He blurted out these words as if muttering to himself.

And the ghost held up a sign.

"alive"

These two words broke Steve's stupor. He stared at it like a demon for a long time before taking two steps back and breathing heavily, until the ghost jumped up, sat on his shoulder and patted his head. Steve finally calmed down slowly, but his eyes were still looking into the distance.

He wasn't frightened by the sight, because Steve had seen it too many times.

He was just afraid of the past, and this fear even overwhelmed everything. Even when he was only a trace of blood left and subconsciously thought about whether he would die forever, he was not as afraid as he is now.