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But the rage of the void could not be extinguished so easily. The ghost immediately caught up with the other party's figure retreating into the depths of the dream. The huge body disappeared from reality in an instant and entered the dream.

At this moment, the tent, which had lost the protection of the nightmare power, was torn apart outside with pure ease.

It split the entire troupe in half and forced its way in.

In the end, Bumblebee was unable to stop Chunchun. Chunchun felt it the moment the Void completely lost control, and it moved almost at that moment. Even though Chunchun was still talking to Bumblebee calmly in the previous second, it completely tore open the troupe's tent the next moment.

There was no sign of God at all, only the transforming Green, who thrust his huge bone nail in front of people without any restraint.

He asked in a calm tone.

“Where is God?”

It will not ask what happened here, what happened in the past, and it will not ask about the safety of God, because God is much stronger than it. If God falls, it will naturally fall with him. Wherever God points, it will kill there, so the only thing it has to do now is to follow in God's footsteps, pick up weapons, and kill.

"Father is going to go deep into the dream realm to completely solve the nightmare. I believe in father, we just need to sit back and watch a good show."

It was rare for him not to be rude to the other party. Perhaps because of his father's words, he was in a particularly good mood today.

Ordinary people cannot interfere in the confrontation between gods. Green doesn't want his father to be restricted because of his own reasons, which would be counterproductive.

Chunchun didn't say anything, just took back his weapon, put it on his back again, and sat down cross-legged. Bumblebee, who followed in, looked at the atmosphere abroad, was silent for a while, and left decisively. There was no point in her staying here, and she had a lot of things to deal with, so she had no time to waste.

The nightmare finally showed its original appearance in the dream world, a huge scarlet heart beating violently. Of course, this hugeness was only relative to the little knight. Facing the God of Void, it seemed petite.

"The dream world is not your home turf. Don't think I'll surrender just like that."

The red essence of dreams gathered into a complex and specific rune, resisting the impact from the void. However, the void was too vast, so vast that it blocked out the sky and the sun. Soon, he was enveloped by countless voids, and the full-screen protective shield held him for a moment.

The God of the Void did not respond, but just anxiously knocked on the scarlet protective membranes. Occasionally, flames would burst out from them, burning part of the essence of the void.

But soon, under the crazy pressure and erosion, cracks gradually appeared on it.

"No no no no no."

Nightmare's voice became more and more panicked, his heart beat more and more frantically, the flames burned more and more vigorously, burning the vast void and penetrating several huge holes, even the shield was briefly expanded a little.

But all these were in vain, the creaking sounds continued, and finally, the nightmare was completely wrapped up by the void, and the void also took shape, staring at the nightmare that seemed to be captured in the palm of its hand, and the pressure it exerted became greater and greater.

The sound of being overwhelmed came from the nightmare itself. He became weaker and weaker, and countless cracks began to appear in his heart-like body. The red essence of dreams mixed with flames flowed out from the cracks.

"I don't want to die."

His weakness made him unable to speak complete words, and he could only stumblingly convey his consciousness. He began to beg for mercy and didn't even mind becoming a puppet.

But the God of Void didn't need it. In the end, the huge heart exploded, and the surging flames and red dream essence scattered and stained the pure black void. They were quickly swallowed up without leaving any residue. Those useless fragments were discarded by it in the depths of the dream world, with no intention of dealing with them again.

At the moment when the little knight devoured all the essence of the dream, the originally pure white radiation fragments that resisted stubbornly were completely stained black, sinking into the endless void and becoming a part of the void.

From then on, there was only one controller of the concept of dreams, and that was the void. The empty dream world behind the golden clouds was now filled with pure black void, which looked so harmonious.

118 The Doctor can finally crawl out of the coffin!

This is where it all began.

War, death, and corpses.

Wailing, screaming, and blood.

The city of Chernobog has been shrouded in war, and the Reunion Movement has occupied it with great force.

They are composed of infected people who have always been discriminated against. Perhaps they were a group of pitiful and cowardly guys who were bullied in the past, but not now.

The devil has taken over the cowardly skin, and the rage of hatred has overturned all rationality. The former victims have become man-eating beasts, devouring new innocent people uncontrollably and creating new hatreds one after another.

They take the suffering inflicted on them by others and impose it on new victims, calling it revenge, as if this would allow them to justify using the flesh and blood of innocent people to satisfy their already insane desires.

It looks just like a wild beast.

Amidst this chaos, an orderly team was searching. It was a group of people led by Amiya. They were members of the world medical organization Rhodes Island, and the purpose of their trip was to find the person who could lead them to victory.

The legendary war leader whose calculations were unquestionable—Dr.

At this moment, the doctor, who was still lying in the coffin, subconsciously wanted to sneeze, but thanks to his control over his body, he was able to control the movements of his facial muscles very well and strangled an inexplicable sneeze in the cradle.

He had a premonition that today someone would end his endless imprisonment.

This premonition made him feel relieved and even more expectant, because the coffin was already so crowded that it could hardly accommodate him. During repeated genetic modifications, his originally thin body gradually expanded and his height gradually lengthened.

Before he knew it, he was already over two meters tall, and this situation forced the doctor to face the narrow coffin in a curled-up posture.

Amidst endless anticipation, the noise outside became more and more intense. First, there were clear and neat footsteps, followed by some messy sounds. The voices in the latter part were obviously not from the same group of people as the ones in the front.

The doctor made such a judgment.

Then some people were talking to each other. The doctor put his ear closer to the coffin with great effort. The sound insulation effect of this coffin was really good, so good that it was even a little outrageous. Even after the enhancement, he had to stick close to the coffin to hear the clear communication sounds.

There was a voice that sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't remember it. Perhaps this memory was too far away from him, so that even with the power of the system, he could only barely piece together some familiar and warm feelings. Or perhaps something had happened that he himself didn't want to face, so he subconsciously chose to escape and block out that memory.

If it was the latter, it would mean something worse. Going out would most likely not mean relief, but a greater responsibility. It would even be more suffocating than in this narrow coffin. However, he had already imagined this possibility.

Otherwise, there must be some reason that would make him want to stop himself from leaving here from the bottom of his heart.

"What if the Doctor still doesn't change?" This was the voice of someone he didn't know well.

"I have made all preparations. I will be ruthless when necessary, just as we agreed long ago." And this was that familiar voice.

What surprised the doctor was that he felt surprisingly relieved by the other party's obviously slightly cold words, even though the target of the discussion was him and he was the one who was about to be treated cruelly, but he still felt that way.

Maybe it’s the younger generation.

He thought so.

The two girls who were discussing the matter were completely unaware of the doctor's psychological activities. One of the girls was Amiya, and the other was a medical operator from Rhodes Island who came with them. The medical operator pushed open the coffin nervously, and Amiya, who witnessed all this, didn't know why she wanted to turn her face away as if to escape, but in the end she didn't. She took a deep breath, forced herself to look over, and tried to force herself to smile, but when she thought of another possibility, she couldn't smile no matter what.

In the end, she just grabbed the hem of her skirt tightly with both hands, and crumpled the neat hem into a mess.

However, things soon developed beyond Amiya's expectations. The experienced medical operator who came with her had a look of astonishment after opening the sarcophagus, which made Amiya puzzled. She had imagined sadness, joy, or even a more sorrowful look, but she really couldn't understand the other party's look of astonishment, so she couldn't help but move closer out of curiosity.

But after just one look, I was also stunned.

The doctor lying in the coffin was staring at the two of them, looking so energetic, not even a bit thin like in their memory. No, no, that wasn't the point. The point was why this doctor was so strong! Could it be that sleeping could help growth?

Is it the wrong person?

Such a thought flashed through Amiya's somewhat confused mind, and then she took a deep breath, and in the doctor's somewhat surprised eyes, she shouted, "Sorry to bother you, we have the wrong person," and then quickly closed the coffin.

But something went wrong at the last step. The person lying in the coffin firmly held against the coffin that was about to close, and then slowly opened it with irresistible force.

"You guys are here to find me."

The Doctor asked calmly.

Faced with such inquiries from the other party, Amiya finally could no longer find any reason to deceive herself. The other party must be a doctor, there was no second possibility. She could never forget this position, nor could she ever forget the other party's temperament. She began to face this problem and the worst possibility that the other party remembered everything.

But soon Amiya breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm curious about what prompted you to come to me? And why do you know me? Who am I? Who are you?"

The doctor's bewildered look did not seem like a disguise, and the other party's questioning and probing tone was also correct.

Although she didn't understand what was wrong with the doctor, he was still himself, and that was enough. Amiya breathed a sigh of relief, a sincere smile on her face.

Amiya briefly recounted some of the things she could say, cherishing the brief warmth of this moment. But soon, this tranquility was broken, and it ended so unexpectedly.

From the panicked reports and the messy voices, the doctor knew that it was another group of people following them, but Amiya was only surprised. When she saw the people, she became even more stunned.

They are not from Chernobog, but the enemy's attack will not stop because of their surprise, Amiya looked at the doctor and pleaded.

"Although I understand that this may be difficult for you, please help us, and we will assist you! We need your wisdom right now, Doctor! Please find your old feelings, like in the past."

The doctor nodded, stood up from the coffin, and subconsciously cracked his finger bones.

119 Doctor! Your style is not right!

Following Amiya's command, all the operators gathered in an orderly manner and surrounded the Doctor in the innermost area. They were all waiting for instructions, waiting for the Doctor, or rather, Amiya's instructions. Even though some of them had never experienced the era of fighting with the Doctor, they still had full faith in Amiya.

But the doctor just pushed the crowd aside without saying a word. All wars mean sacrifice. He had seen enough sacrifices and enough deaths in the last war. That time, he tried his best but there was nothing he could do because he was too weak. All his strategies were basically useless in the face of absolute power. Now that he had power, so he had to stand in front of everyone.

That bloodless war had already made him regret enough. This time, he wanted to strangle the regret in the cradle, without leaving any trace.

Amiya immediately tried to stop the doctor out of concern, but it was useless when she was about to touch the doctor's airtight protective suit.

The doctor moved, with the power of thunder, and in front of everyone's eyes, he used his fist to make close contact with a certain unlucky member of the Integration Movement. The clear sound of bones breaking resounded throughout the venue as the opponent was sent flying by the punch and directly penetrated the wall.

At this moment, Amiya withdrew her hand and fell into complete confusion.

What follows is a scene full of violent aesthetics, without any fancy raw stone skills, but only hard punches.

Scarlet blood instantly splattered in every corner of the battlefield, flesh was torn apart, bones were shattered. At first, he couldn't control his strength, and after one punch, no one survived, and no one even uttered a scream.

Later, perhaps because he was worried about how people would look at him, or because of their miserable appearance, he thought of something else. He began to reduce his strength, and the people lying under him could only barely make some painful noises.

In the end, the Reunion Movement fell to the ground, and no one could stand up. The Doctor simply brushed off the blurred blood, flesh and broken bones on his gloves, turned to look at the soldiers who had just raised their weapons, and rarely did he know what to say.

He had always been eloquent, good at adjusting the atmosphere, and could often lie without changing his expression. However, as he looked at the enemy lying on the ground and constantly fighting, and then at the group of people who called themselves Rhodes Island who were as quiet as a chicken over there, he didn't know why he was speechless. He just inexplicably felt a strong sense of worry, worry about the younger generation.

He suppressed the thoughts that might interfere with the final decision and looked at the look in the eyes of the girl named Amiya, from disbelief at the beginning, to suspicion and hesitation, and finally to trust. He always felt that the other party had thought about it for a long time, but just didn't want to tell him, didn't want him to understand.

But after all, I don’t trust it as much as I did at the beginning.

Yes, he has changed a lot from the beginning. When he first woke up, his body was as fragile as a piece of paper, and his whole body was in pain as if it was falling apart. If he moved a little, it would almost be fatal. But now, not only is he full of life, but he can also punch a person into the wall and embed a human-shaped mold with one punch. If he hadn't learned about the magic of the chat group, even he himself would not help but doubt whether these changes in himself can be regarded as science?

Later, when he thought about the trees that could hover in the air without any external support, he felt that science should go to hell. At least, it was not something he could understand in the short term.

But he really wanted to help them, otherwise he would not have revealed his true intentions. He could have easily disguised himself, even though he did not understand why he had only glanced at the battlefield and analyzed countless possibilities, and deduced every action, every step, and every character arrangement in his mind countless times, with precision like a machine.

Before, he could only vaguely sense some weaknesses and advantages from Steve, and any more would not be a more familiar memory of the battlefield or a slightly better memory. But here, on this land that belongs to him, a miracle has developed that no one can understand?

So if he wanted, he could just sit outside the chessboard like a real "Flag Bearer" and complete a perfect game of chess. No one would die, at most they would get injured. While he was in pain for a while, he could also gain the trust of Amiya and the others. How great would that be.

But he didn't want to. If he already had the ability to do something, but for his own selfish desires, just to avoid being suspected, he would hurt those he was supposed to protect. Wouldn't that be the opposite of the truth?

No matter how legitimate a reason is, if it is based on the sacrifice of others, it is not legitimate at all.

He couldn't say that it was because he felt familiar with the other person, because the other person's expression clearly showed that he didn't want him to remember everything, so he remained silent.

Dubin arrived at the right time, breaking the awkward silence. Seeing the people lying on the ground, she was surprisingly satisfied. Perhaps it was because the sight of those people was too miserable. Even when Amiya pointed out that the doctor had lost his memory, she did not show any obvious opposition or resistance. She just added indifferently that he should remember to come to her to learn the theories and knowledge that the doctor had forgotten.

Amiya was just about to say that it was not them who defeated these unfortunate Reunion movements, but that the Doctor defeated them all by himself?

But before he could say such a ridiculous thing, Dubin took the lead and seized the right to speak.

Their other team was also attacked by the Reunion Movement. There was no time to stay here any longer. The confusion in Amiya's eyes immediately disappeared. The strength she had developed over the years allowed her to make a decision immediately. But before leaving, Amiya subconsciously turned around and glanced at the Doctor.

"what should we do?"

The doctor looked at the person's appearance and fell into a trance. In the trance, she seemed to see a child who was much younger than the other person slowly overlapping with the other person, and in the end, they seemed to be carved from the same mold.

Amiya subconsciously asked for help, and then she realized that she had said something out of turn. However, when she saw that the doctor was nonchalant again, she silently breathed a sigh of relief, mobilized a large force, and quickly headed to the location to provide support.

The war was so intense that there was almost nowhere to hide. Innocent people fell down everywhere on the road. Amiya could hardly bear to look at it. She didn't want to cause trouble at this critical moment. Even if the doctor in front of her had many strange characteristics, he was still a doctor. Escorting him was naturally the top priority. Until naked plundering, killing and even bullying happened before her eyes, Amiya couldn't help but clenched her fists, and then she heard a familiar voice say.

"Do what you want to do and don't leave any regrets in your life. No matter what decision you make, I think they will support you unconditionally. Just like, even though it's just the first time we met, I have already established unconditional trust in you because you never let anyone down. I believe you can do it."

It was the doctor who said this.

120 Unfair treatment of people infected with the virus

This time, the doctor only had time to move his finger bones before he was stopped by Amiya.

"Doctor, we are not lacking in absolute military force. Moreover, I do not want you to charge into battle for us. Doctor, your battlefield command is irreplaceable. Please lead us to complete this battle."

Looking at Amiya's pleading look, his prepared words were disrupted. After thinking for a moment, he wanted to say something else, but was stopped by Amiya who had seen through it.

"Rhodes Island is made up of multiple teams. Doctor, there's only one of you. You can't be on the battlefield with multiple teams at once. Besides, we all need to grow up. Chaos has already begun. We can't just stay under your wings like a fledgling. That shouldn't happen."

What else could the doctor say in the face of such a righteous rejection? He could only nod in agreement. He probably sensed some selfishness in the other party's words. After all, compared with his previous speculations, his own behavior was too abnormal. Even if some things could not be faked, he could not help but worry about all kinds of impossible possibilities that he had never imagined before.

In fact, Amiya did think about whether the Doctor had been replaced, but in the end she denied it. No matter what the Doctor did, no matter what the Doctor forgot, the other party still showed concern for them. This is the Doctor. Perhaps there are unknown secrets and powers in this sarcophagus that they don’t know about, which can change a lot, but a person’s habits and the emotions that a person reveals unintentionally cannot be faked or deceived.

So Amiya didn't want the Doctor to go to the battlefield in person, she just didn't want to go back to the old ways. She was afraid that the Doctor would lose control again, or recall some bad things. The impact of personal participation is often more serious than that of commanding the battle.

What's more, hasn't she grown so much just to be able to protect the doctor in return?

The Doctor was indeed an all-rounder when it came to commanding a war. He had only just met all the operators, including heavy armor, medical, and sniper, but he was already able to command them in an orderly manner. He even arranged them in the best positions without Amiya saying a word.

Because he can see everyone's data at a glance, and he can not only deduce the direction of the war infinitely in his mind, but he can also inexplicably see the optimal solution, and all the arrangements can be copied directly.