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It hurts to talk, like a knife is scraping inside.

Seeing scattered arrows attacking from a distance, he pressed his injured arm to the ground and rolled on the spot. The rough dirt road hurt him, but he still held the sword in his hand.

Steve was panting, lying on the ground, feeling like there was mud and sand in his mouth, full of the taste of mud. He used his intact hand to prop himself up, and with great effort he bent his unconscious hand into a position with the middle finger raised. Then he stubbornly supported his arm and raised it shakily towards the group of monsters.

"Grandson, so many people besieging my grandfather, he is really not a hero."

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a blinding white light.

His ears also hurt so much that he didn't know how to describe it.

He had no way to defend against the creeper's explosion. He had no shield and could not move, so he was naturally blown away. He rolled and rubbed on the ground. He tried his best to dig his hands into the soil, plowing ten scratches on the ground. He almost lost half of his hand, but he still held his knife tightly.

He once again supported himself on the ground with both hands and climbed up tenaciously.

"Come again, damn it, come again, if you have the guts, chase me to the ends of the earth and never let me come back to life again, otherwise as long as I am still alive, the day I get up, I will kill a few of you to cheer me up."

My whole body hurts. Tsk, if I go back this time, I will definitely ask those guys to give me a massage or two for free.

Steve coughed hard a few times, but the monsters didn't give him a chance to breathe. They rushed over one after another. A zombie dug its hands into his shoulders, sinking deep into the flesh, as if trying to tear him in half.

But he suddenly raised his head and banged his two foreheads together violently. The dull sound almost echoed in Steve's brain, and the buzzing sound jumped over and over again. He could not hear anything now. Anyway, the pain in the head did not make any difference, he thought.

He took advantage of the fact that the opponent was still in a trance after the collision, and suddenly turned him over and pressed him under him. With a red face, he raised the knife madly and stabbed it down mechanically without thinking, one after another, until the opponent completely disappeared and the knife was deeply embedded in the soil. Only then did he come out of that crazy state.

He can still pull the knife out of the mud, he can still stand up, he can still kill, he can still delay time!

No, Steve couldn't do it.

He refused to acknowledge the fact, but he could do nothing about it.

Monsters rushed towards him like a tide, completely drowning him, and his health bar, which was already at the bottom, was completely reduced to zero.

After his death, the monsters that swarmed in rushed towards the city. Seeing this, Green followed behind, harassing as many as he could and killing as many as he could. But Tony Stark did not leave immediately. He faced the place where Steve died - a place that was now deserted and without even a monster, and bowed with one hand on his chest.

"I think I need to change my mind about him, anyway? He's a real hero, right, Jarvis?"

In fact, as early as when his vision was overwhelmed by the monster, Steve had already collapsed in tears. He finally put down his weapon and covered his eyelids helplessly.

If we could be a little stronger, if we were not so willful, if we could do more, if we could do better, then no one would die.

He remembered a villager named Village 11327, who once broke off half of his potato and gave it to him when he was hungry. Then he awkwardly covered his protesting stomach, smiled at him, and said it was okay, but he died.

He also remembered a villager named Village 8697. During the battle, he was asked to retreat first. The villager was covered in wounds and could not speak clearly, but he was still asked to run first. Because the villager's legs were broken, he could not run away, so he died.

He still remembered a villager named Village 3210, with whom he chatted about his dreams under the moon. He heard the other party say that he wanted to go back and build a city. He hoped that the villagers' buildings could one day be spread across this vast land, so he also died.

No matter who we had eaten together, fought together, chatted together, or fought side by side, they were all gone one after another, and nothing was left.

He changed teams one after another, moved around in this army, and made a great reputation, but he didn't save anyone.

If he had not been resurrected, he would have died.

But he is still alive and well.

Steve opened the chat group almost the moment he got up.

Private group chat temporary operations center

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Brothers, I’m done. How are your preparations going?

The unknown person nailed in the coffin: I have already made arrangements here. I can't guarantee that it will be foolproof, but at least it will be effective.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: Don’t worry, I won’t let you down on such matters. If I could let you down on such a small matter, wouldn’t that be too embarrassing?

The doctor stood on the city wall, thinking about their conversation. After obtaining consent and talking to the soldiers, he never thought that anyone would rush to die, even if it was necessary, even if it would reduce sacrifices. But he also didn't expect that everyone would be so enthusiastic, no one took a step back, and no one was afraid at all.

064 Misunderstanding and Scheme

Private group chat temporary operations center

The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Please @ordinary rich senior, try to drive the monsters to the same place and don’t deviate from the original target.

The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Also, @Fanatical Architect Senior, you have done a great job, even beyond my imagination. You have bought us enough time, even more than enough, so please leave the rest to us.

The unknown person nailed in the coffin: By the way, @Ordinary Rich Man Senior, remember to inform Senior Green, I need him to kill the archers effectively, I believe he can do it, right?

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich people: Got it.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Oh, don't comfort me! Who am I? I'm Steve, how could such a small matter be so difficult for me?

Tony Stark decisively closed the chat group, not intending to continue reading this guy's long speech. How could this guy fly off the handle at the slightest compliment? He had no composure at all.

Although he almost complained about everything in his heart, he still didn't intend to retract his opinion of the other party's heroic deeds. After all, the other party was indeed worthy of this praise.

"Hey, you over there, come on, that square-looking skeleton archer over there is yours. Don't tell me you can't handle it."

Tony Stark was not polite at all. He took advantage of Green's weakness and started to order him around.

He had a lot of little thoughts in his mind, perhaps people with high IQs tend to overthink. He always felt that the other party was a creation sent by the void, and that he was by the side of the little knight to prevent this gifted little guy from escaping his control. Otherwise, you told me that a big man like that, oh wow, would call someone who was obviously much younger than him father. It didn't make sense no matter how you thought about it.

Tony Stark was immersed in his own logic and couldn't extricate himself.

"How interesting! You're clearly just like me, a proud and arrogant person. Like me, you have a rebellious streak, yet you're so willing to listen to others' orders. Do you have something to hold over you?"

Perhaps because he had seen too many vulgar things and his dark history had been filmed, Green was able to calm down and began to stir up trouble between several people without any effort.

"Come on? Do you think everyone is as confused as you about right and wrong? Please, I have a sense of the overall situation. At least I understand what is right and wrong, what should be done and what should not be done. At least I have my own plans and ideas, and I can implement them. I'm not like you, who don't even have your own beliefs and just blindly and pathetically obey the orders of others."

Tony Stark's words were full of sarcasm. This sentence was of course pointed at something. He was complaining that the other party was clearly the Knight's man but served the God of the Void and had no opinions of his own. If the other party listened to him, it would be considered as recruiting someone for the Knight to rebel in advance. If he didn't listen to him, it didn't matter. Anyway, he was quite happy to be sarcastic.

Green knew there was no point in arguing with this guy; it would only lead to boredom. He'd initially thought only the square-headed guy had low standards, but now he could see none of them were serious. He had to find a way to persuade his father to avoid these shabby people when he got home.

The bustling army of skeletons rubbed and collided with each other, making a rattling sound. They could barely be considered to be in uniform order. They were no longer surprised by the two guys harassing them from the sky, and they were too lazy to even draw their bows and arrows to deal with them. It would not have any effect anyway.

It was not until Green swooped down that the skeletons hurriedly drew their arrows, but it was too late. The shrill roar echoed in every corner, and even the Doctor and Tony could not avoid it. They only felt their heads buzzing.

Black souls like ghosts and monsters fled out of his mouth unrestrainedly, drowning and engulfing all living things it touched. The skeletons were sucked into the pure black world by the screaming and roaring ghosts, and were completely crushed and buried.

In addition to the abilities of a certain unfortunate ancient god, he naturally also inherited his father's power, the might of the void.

At this moment, the little knight in another world was shocked all over. He stopped the black tendrils that were sticking out from behind his cloak and were secretly eating snacks, and tilted his head in confusion.

It could feel a large number of bones inexplicably stuffed into its void, but after a moment, it continued to stretch its tendrils into the bag of potato chips and devour them silently one after another, without any concern.

A moment later, it met a familiar face - it was the bumblebee with a hint of anger.

"Ghost, don't take advantage of your lack of expression to feel free to daydream, wander off, and eat without restraint, and you won't stop me."

Chunchun, who had been standing behind the little knight to help cover for him, said expressionlessly, "Sorry."

"...This won't happen again." Bumblebee, who had no other choice, could only sigh and give a verbal warning, but he was increasingly wondering in his mind whether he should find someone to teach ghosts about this matter, although it was highly likely that all the insects in Holy Nest would go easy on him in terms of teaching.

It’s not because of the other person’s name, it’s just that he is too cute.

The mixed army of zombies and creepers stopped for a moment in front of their slaughtered compatriots, but they were soon stopped by Tony Stark and were driven to a fixed route as planned. The resurrected Steve was watching from afar on the top of the hill. He glanced at the villagers on the wall and did not continue to transform.

In fact, Steve's special ability is only compatible with one MOD at a time. It costs 100 MOD slots to open the first time, and 500 for the second time. In addition, in order to avoid being discovered by those guys about his specialness, he can only hide and do some small tricks in the sight of the villagers, and all his development is slowly stagnant.

But this can't go on. He took a last nostalgic look at the city. In this battle, Village 4672 will die here, and only Steve will be left.

Those monsters, when the time comes, we’ll have some fun fighting them off.

He clenched his fists viciously and prayed slowly that everything would go well.

Just when all the monster armies were gathered to the point where they were almost squeezed into one place, the blocks under their feet suddenly became empty. Dozens of villagers holding flints in the slightly crowded underground had been waiting for this opportunity, ready to go. They were just waiting for the sound above their heads to get closer, so they hollowed out the blocks above their heads, and monsters fell one after another like rain.

This war is finally coming to an end.

065 The War Will Finally End

I have never seen such brilliant fireworks, even without any color, even with all the wailing.

This is what a villager who witnessed and survived the battle said.

Creepers are easily ignited by flint and steel. Even with their intelligence, they still cannot escape their flammable and explosive properties. This is the natural lethality and deadly weapon given to them by God, but also their own death warrant.

They often spent their entire lives just for a moment of brilliance, but now all of this was being used and became one of the necessary conditions for victory in this war.

The small and crowded pit was densely packed with zombie villagers and creepers. Almost the moment it landed, the zombies pounced on it decisively and quickly, but the flint ignited faster.

The villagers laughed heartily as they watched most of the creepers begin to flash white light. Before they could even see the explosion, they were torn into pieces by the angry zombies.

The zombies frantically tried to dig holes or place blocks, but they were surrounded by their own kind and there was no place to step.

Some monsters wanted to run wildly, some monsters desperately held up their shields in front of them, and some monsters tried to climb out of the trap by stepping on their companions' bodies, but all of this was finally frozen in an explosion.

It was blindingly bright and pure white. All the monsters that fell into the pit were sucked in. Even some that luckily stayed on the edge were dragged down. The creepers that were not ignited were also stimulated by the explosion of their own kind. The roars that followed one after another almost resounded through the sky.

All the villagers stared blankly. Village 2 stood at the highest point of the city wall, kneeling down unconsciously, kowtowed, and watched the brothers who fought side by side with him die.

If Steve had stayed, there would have been a place for him in that pit. But Steve left, and his most promising successor left, so he had no choice but to carry on the banner, swallow his tears mixed with blood, and continue to stand stubbornly.

Only one villager was different, a little villager named Naxi. He squatted at the foot of the city wall, holding his head in fear, trembling and crying. His father was also buried in the fireworks, and no matter how he cried and threw a tantrum, it remained unmoved.

Fortunately, all the villagers were standing on the city wall at this moment, and no one noticed his abnormality.

Finally, he seemed to be tired of crying, and just sobbed and pounded the city wall, falling into a deep sleep with hatred in his eyes. From that moment on, it seemed as if something was cut off from his body, and that thing was called bondage.

The doctor looked at the tragedy that he had caused with his own hands, even though he was trying to save more people. Tony Stark was extremely angry when he saw all this. He flew over at full speed, grabbed the doctor's collar, raised his fist, but couldn't hit him for a long time.

He only knew that he had to complete the plan, but he never imagined that this plan would be so cruel and even require deliberate sacrifice.

While Tony Stark was still wavering, Village 2 stepped forward to stop him.

"Please let him go, at least he's a hero."

"What kind of a shitty hero is he?"

The word "hero" seemed to deeply stimulate Tony Stark, and he almost roared angrily when he said this.

"Because he saved most of the people."

"What about those who seek death? Do they deserve to die?"

Tony Stark took a few deep breaths and managed to calm down.

"They volunteered. All the sacrifices were voluntary, and they were all eager to get it. You've lost your composure. Besides, winning this war is the best plan. I never thought of not losing anyone."

Tony Stark fell silent, because what the other party said was the bloody truth, and those arrangements were the best arrangements, even if it meant sacrifice, even if there would be death.

He only thought about himself, saying he wanted to save people and calling himself a hero, but what happened? He couldn't save everyone.

He had seen a family of three who should have been happy die in a bloody massacre at the hands of a gun. He had also seen a child who was already impoverished cling to his last bit of innocence, believing in those so-called words, searching for a glimmer of hope in the desert, and finally starving to death in the deserted wilderness. Even if he had gone an hour earlier, he would not have seen only a stiff corpse.

He knew deep down why his arms were selling so well, because there were countless wars to be fought in this world, countless people were dying, and countless people were reaching out their hands, waiting for him to save them.

He tried hard to hold the hand of one of them, telling him that everything would be fine, and then watched the other person pass by him and fall to pieces.

What he hated and resented from the beginning to the end was himself, because he couldn't save everyone. He couldn't accept such a heavy fact, so he irrationally blamed others.

Instead of resenting the other party, he might as well do better. If he could get rid of all those monsters, there wouldn't be so many problems. But he can't, so there are sacrifices.

"I'm sorry... I-I'm so sorry."

Tony Stark spoke haltingly. The flame propulsion device had long been extinguished. He stood in front of the people with his head lowered.

But he didn't cry. It was already past the time for him to shed tears, and wasn't crying the most useless thing?

"I can understand. I am just an executioner stained with blood."

The doctor forced a smile. He thought of the cries and shouts, and the people who pulled him, the trust and unwillingness, and the people who rushed to die, even at the cost of their own lives, to win the next war for him.

During the process of victory, he heard doubts and roars, he heard rebuttals and ridicules, and then, he only remembered that he seemed to be put into a dark coffin by someone.

Perhaps, that dark life itself was his atonement for the sins he had committed.

"So, Mr. Village 2, don't talk about being a hero. I'm just a commander, a commander who commands people to die one after another."

Everyone's panel showed that the mission was completed. Green went back without stopping. Before leaving, he looked at the people who were in sorrow and felt it was ridiculous.

Why are you still pretending when you've already won?

Tony Stark didn't hesitate and went back immediately. He wanted to develop a new armor that was stronger, more violent and more effective.

Returning to this dark and cramped place, the doctor invested 1000 points without hesitation and activated his own personal system.

Congratulations to the unknown person who was nailed to the coffin for winning the title of chess player.