Abnormal creatures' communication group

He could not accept the world regressing, nor could he accept that his friends had lost their souls. Like before, the machines would only repeat some basic transactions and make meaningless sounds. Apart from the transactions, their greatest value was only three iron ingots.

There is also a flower.

Just imagining such an event made Steve feel like the blood in his body was stagnating and he was freezing cold.

He is like a traveler who has built a nest in the snow and ice, started a bonfire, and has a pot of soup cooking on the bonfire. Everything is so warm and comfortable. Now if the nest is dismantled and the fire is extinguished, it will be easier for him to freeze to death in the snow and ice than before.

The warm and relaxing journey came to an abrupt end at this moment, but the ghost was still on his shoulders, and everything he had experienced had rebuilt his soul, so he was still standing stubbornly.

Even more determined.

Once they got to the island, the Endermen didn't rush over like they did before, but as they got closer, Steve observed some signs that they were alive.

For example, they use their teleportation to climb up tall trees and pick the chorus fruits on them. They seem to rely on this to make a living.

Steve didn't see any end ship nearby, and the fortress didn't look like it could be inhabited by people. But when he walked a little closer, the shulker opened its shell and poked its head out to look at him.

Seeing that the opponent didn't attack, he bravely reached out to touch it, and the white ball was immediately spat viciously on Steve's face. Steve leaned back and the shield blocked his face in time.

With a bang, Steve flicked his wrist and the shield was moved away, revealing his face that looked a little bit mean due to his raised brows.

Seeing that its attack was ineffective, the shroud immediately closed its shell, like a turtle, and did not respond no matter how Steve poked it with his shield.

The ghost was observing with a bit of curiosity, and by the way, it lowered the shield that was blocking its vision. Although it did not rely on the holes in the mask to gain vision, as long as it was an intelligent creature, there would always be convergence, and imitation learning was the most convenient method.

Steve took two steps forward, and the moment he entered the End City, he stopped and looked back. The Shulker still didn't move, so he continued to walk in.

He held the shield high and glanced inside with the corner of his eye. He saw some shulkers clinging to the wall, communicating with each other with their shells open, but they retreated as soon as they saw him coming, without even thinking of attacking.

"Um, do you understand?" Steve slowly lowered his shield and tried to communicate with them at the top of his voice, but his voice did not elicit any response for a long time.

In the past, Steve would have tried every possible way to pry open their shells and have a chat with them, either by doing it with his hands or with his mouth, but now forget it.

Walking up here, a familiar box appeared in front of him, but this time when he came here, there was no familiar bombardment.

I opened the box and flipped through it. Most of the items inside were no longer used, some familiar horse armor, name tags, and those CDs.

He looked at those things with some nostalgia. Although they were not precious, it was rare to see things in the ruins now, as most of them had been looted by monsters.

After looking around and finding nothing inside, Steve simply opened a hole at the highest point, built a platform, patched the hole thoughtfully, and then jumped into the ground.

The ghost held him up and let him fall to the ground, staggering. When he landed on the ground, he picked two chorus fruits from the tree. Steve subconsciously took the chorus fruit from the ghost's hand, said thank you, and took a bite without even wiping it. When he put it in his mouth, he found something wrong. He was stunned for a moment and before he could take a look, it moved far away and got stuck on the purple shadow tree in the distance. The ghost found it interesting and swallowed the fruit whole.

But this thing obviously cannot drive the vast void.

Steve jumped down from the tree. He felt that he had climbed down from too many strange places on this trip.

"Keep going that way?"

Steve shouted from a distance, pointing in the same direction they came from.

The ghost transformed into a dark shadow and swam over to the man and nodded.

The two people, one big and one small, continued on their journey.

Where they couldn't see, the Endermen had come to the place surrounded by obsidian. They were slowly and firmly hammering on this extremely hard object. At this time, they were not crowding each other, but there was an atmosphere of silence.

They used their slender limbs to knock on the obsidian, which seemed to be a meaningless action because they had nothing that could pry open the obsidian, but cracks had quietly appeared on the purple-black stone and began to spread.

I'm afraid it won't be long before they can completely break open this place and rush into the portal.

At the hell portal, the figures of villagers slowly emerged. The leading few were well-equipped and all wore colorful enchanted diamond equipment. Behind them was an army of villagers who all carried shields and wore diamond armor. One after another, they ignored the hot climate and stepped into the portal to the other side.

However, the small obsidian-enclosed area could not accommodate too many villagers, but fortunately they had already begun to jump into the portal to the end of the world in an orderly manner, one after another.

516 Let's put an end to this great adventure! (Minecraft 4)

The End Ship was not difficult to find, at least not like searching for the End Portal, which almost drove him crazy.

The elytra were displayed in a bright display frame. This was something he had always dreamed of in every world. With the addition of fireworks, he could fly freely in the sky.

However, he felt a sense of melancholy. He subconsciously wanted to take off his breastplate, but was stunned for a moment. Then he realized that there was no need to do so. Whether it was the blessing of the chat group or the completely different world, in short, there was no need for him to take off his breastplate.

Steve put on his elytra and jumped off the Enderman ship. He glided forward for a long distance at high altitude. When he landed on the ground, his endurance had been greatly depleted.

He took out the anvil and the enchantment book, hit the elytra, watched the elytra become glittering, and then took out the phantom membranes that he had collected countless times to repair them.

He has many ways to not rely on this, but Steve prefers to call it the medal of bravery.

The ghost sat cross-legged quietly on the ground, watching him complete a series of things. Until Steve started to walk, he stood up, brushed off the non-existent dust, and continued to catch up with him carrying Bone Ding on his back.

Although they were walking in a very straight direction, Steve still placed down one obsidian pillar after another. From a distance, they looked like they were connected to each other. In this open space, the distance between them was just right, and there was no possibility of getting lost if they followed them.

As he walked forward, the Endermen's settlements became more dense, with obsidian tower-like buildings rising from the ground like before. Steve looked at his low-profile pillars that almost blended into the background and replaced the subsequent materials with dark slate.

He continued to go deeper into the tower, and saw Endermen flashing up along the edge everywhere. They were holding heavy obsidian in their hands, and no matter how Steve shouted, there was no response.

Steve even borrowed a loudspeaker from Tony Stark in the chat group, and his roar was so loud that it seemed to be able to shatter glass a thousand miles away, of course not including that in this world.

The ghost found it amusing and let out a sharp roar from the abyss. The Endermen were stunned for a moment, then flashed wildly and fled in a panic. Order was suddenly broken.

But this did not wake them up. After a brief period of chaos, everything returned to calm, like parts in a machine, working in order again.

Steve simply pretended not to see it. He took the fireworks and flew straight into the sky with his elytra. There were busy Endermen on many unfinished towers, but some were completed but lacked an Ender crystal.

He dropped down in one go and continued walking forward with the sign in his hand.

The ghost stood behind him and did not continue to follow him. It just looked back and then looked up at the sky.

It took a step back, and an Enderman fell from a high altitude for some reason and landed straight in front of the ghost, and then dissipated into particle fragments along with his soul.

The ghost stared at them for a long time. From the very beginning, it felt that there was a familiar feeling in the bodies of these Endermen, that numb emptiness.

But there are no corpses here, so there is no need to build a grave. Apart from ghosts, no one will remember this nameless Enderman.

Steve turned his head after being patted on the shoulder by the ghost, bent down and put his hands on his half-squatting legs, looking down at the ghost that fell to the ground.

He wondered, "What's going on? Did the ghost find anything?"

The ghost nodded and led him forward to the place where the Enderman fell to his death, standing straight and exactly where he was.

"Erect a monument here"

"Ah? Okay." After a brief moment of confusion, Steve agreed. Then, unable to suppress his doubts and curiosity, he asked during the construction.

"But ghost, why do you suddenly want to build a tombstone here?"

The tombstone was built very simply, with two smooth stones stacked together and connected to fences on both sides. A display frame with a flower in it was placed on the top smooth stone.

When the ghost heard this question, he was a little dazed. The words on the sign in his hand kept changing.

"An Enderman died here"

"I want to remember"

Finally, it was settled on one sentence.

"I want to do this."

Steve nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He just patted the tombstone. "Do you want me to put up a sign here?"

The ghost shook his head.

"It has no name"

"Then you can write about the nameless, the nameless commemorated by ghosts, and so on, and me."

Steve took out a sign and placed it in front of the tombstone. It read:

[Here lies an unknown person, remembered by ghosts and Steve]

He looked at the neat alignment of the sign and the tombstone, nodded with satisfaction, and laughed, looking a little arrogant.

"Look, ghosts are fine like this. Although they don't have names, names are a sign and symbol of a person. Sometimes they also mean something is unique. We remember them, and they are the only Enderman here, just like a name."

The ghost tilted its head and looked at him. Steve couldn't tell any expression from the other's empty eyes and unchanging face, but the ghost quickly turned its head back and walked straight forward.

Steve blinked, not sure whether the other party accepted his words or not, but he hurried to catch up.

The End of the World was originally made up of islands. This time, he stood at the outermost circle of the island and looked out, and he could easily see the next island.

This time Steve didn't build a bridge. He just flew over with fireworks, then dropped a beacon, and a light shot up into the sky.

Steve showed a somewhat painful expression.

These beacons were not the rewards he received for killing the Wither. In fact, he no longer had the ability to summon a Wither with soul sand and three Wither Bones as he had in the past.

These things were redeemable rewards unlocked for him by the chat group after they defeated the huge three-headed monster in that mission.

There are no drawbacks except that the points required are expensive.

Walking further, the desolate landscape in the distance finally began to change. The towering obsidian pillars connected together, and looking up, I could see a bridge made of Enderman stone. Endermen walked around, and above the bridge were phantoms with folded wings. They would fly away in surprise when they passed by, only to return a moment later and perch on the bridge to look down.

It looks like a flying bird.

Some Endermen just sat down and leaned against the tower, looking up at the sky, looking like they were taking a rest. When Steve called them, the Endermen finally responded.

Before Steve could say anything more, they flashed and disappeared.

The ghost glanced at the direction where the other disappeared, then looked at Steve, who nodded solemnly.

Then the black shadow disappeared in the distance, the ghost chased after it, and Steve stood there for a while and continued to move forward.

517 My World 5

The Enderman ran so far that he couldn't even see the tower anymore, and then he stopped to rest, panting.

He rested very casually, without looking at his surroundings or making sure whether he was completely safe, and just sat down on the ground.

He supported himself on the ground with one arm, arched his knees, and looked up at the dark sky, as if in a daze.

There are tens of millions of nameless Endermen on this island, and he is just one of them.

Until the ghost stood in front of him.

He was sitting, but still taller than the ghost. The ghost looked at him calmly, with his head raised and his weapon behind his back, then tried to stretch out his short hand towards the other party.

It is learning to show kindness to others.

But the Enderman quickly got up from the ground, using his hands and feet in panic. Just like before, his biological instinct prompted him to turn around and run, but his physical strength has its limits, and the previous teleportation had already made him exhausted.

The Enderman finally fell headfirst to the ground, forgetting even to stand up, and just crawled using his hands and feet like a long, thin worm.

The ghost walked slowly up to the other person and handed a chorus fruit to the Enderman's mouth.

The hungry fellow devoured the fruit in one gulp and disappeared in a flash.

This time, he didn't move very far. After all, what kind of energy could he expect from a single purple chorus fruit? However, he stood up straight, not slumped on the ground like before. He supported himself with his waist and looked over cautiously.

When the ghost came in front of him again, the Enderman couldn't help but fall to the ground in fear, but at least he didn't run away crawling like before.

The ghost stretched out his hand to the other party again. The Enderman straightened his waist, stretched his hand forward, and tentatively learned to do the same action. The two hands with completely different styles were held together.

There was a huge difference in height between them, but now they were sitting on a block of the same height.

The Enderman was sitting like this because he was imitating the ghost. He watched the ghost climb up a block one block high and sit on it naturally, so he followed suit. In order to make it more comfortable to put his legs together, he dug out a block below without any instruction.

Ghosts always imitate others, so this feeling of being imitated by others is quite fresh.

"Hello"

The chat group can perfectly translate the language between them. Even races without written language can understand the meaning under the influence of the chat group.

The Enderman looked at the words on the sign, twisted his body, supported himself with his arms, and almost stuck his whole body to the sign. After a long time, he sat back properly and made some vague sounds in the same way, which could barely be recognized as meaning "hello".

After the other party said such vague words, he froze in place, as if time was paused.

He slowly murmured and repeated such a simple word from his mouth, and couldn't help dancing with joy.

With his repeated practice, his pronunciation did not become clearer, which was probably a problem with their ethnic group itself, but he did speak more and more fluently.

"ghost"

It looked at the other party's performance calmly, and the words on the sign changed.

But it felt that this directionality was not obvious enough, so it added an arrow after the word "ghost".

Ghost

This points exactly to the seat where it sits.