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A larger stone happened to fall straight in the direction of the ghost. The ghost looked up, flew a little higher, and kicked the stone hard from the side. The stone immediately changed direction and hit the other party's face, turning into scattered fragments on the ground.

The giant didn't care about the stone hitting his face. The pain and scars left by the void still vaguely reminded him of the danger of the opponent's attack, but he was fixed here and there was no possibility of dodging. Therefore, his only hope of winning the battle was to get rid of the opponent before he could no longer hold on and fell.

He stretched out his huge palm and tried to pinch the ghost, but this hope was dashed. The ghost's flexibility was far beyond his imagination, just like a person trying to catch a nimble fish in the water with bare hands, which was too difficult.

One after another, void spells exploded on his body, and the orange lines completely dimmed, and some were even corroded. The bone frame of his face was almost completely corroded, revealing his huge eyes, which bulged out defenselessly and were covered with wounds.

The giant could no longer see anything. He could only hammer the ground helplessly and angrily. The cracks on the ground became more and more vigorous, and his arms were waving in a disorderly manner.

The opponent was already in a dying struggle, and his solid defense had no effect on the bone nails.

It put away its spell, hovered in the air not far away, and silently watched the opponent's final struggle. Perhaps the opponent was tired, or perhaps he really had no physical strength left, or perhaps he was seriously injured. His movements gradually slowed down, and his waving fists were no longer powerful. The defense line, which was not foolproof in itself, was completely collapsing.

The ghost looked at him, and in the next moment, stood in front of him. The wind and the sound prompted him to notice this change, but before he could raise his hand, the tiny bone nail was firmly inserted into his forehead. This seemingly insignificant wound became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

The giant fell down completely and sank slowly into the magma. The cell man Huo De, who was watching the show, stood up suddenly. He did not forget the goal of this trip. He wanted to recover his past memories, not kill all opponents who could be killed, although he was also accustomed to solving problems with violence.

But the opponent had already fallen, and he couldn't ask questions to a dead person. His only choice now was to either go to those secret rooms that were set up at an unknown time to find the elusive collector, or go to the Guardian of Time. But perhaps because of the opponent's defeat, the chat group suddenly lit up, and the periodic task of killing the giant was displayed in front of him.

The vast amount of memories caused him to fall into a trance, and he once again returned to his memories.

231 The most loyal subordinate dug out from the pile of dead bodies

War is the main theme in memory, accompanied by death and numbness.

But to the young man, they were just insignificant little things.

He didn't care about his own death, he just wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from those villains, nor did he care about the death of his companions - all the friends or family he knew had died in very few cases.

This time the perspective may be moved a little further back than before. At least the tattered wooden stick on his body has turned into a decent sword, even though it is rusty and bumpy, and the shield is finally not a wooden door or a pot lid.

No wonder he feels so familiar with the pot now, it turns out it’s because it was left behind back then.

It feels good to smash someone, and after washing it clean, you can make a fire and cook. You don’t even need to wash it clean, just wipe it with a cloth. You are already sitting on the corpse and eating a barely filling dinner. What more can you ask for?

In short, at least it is better than the previous life. At least, his life will not be consumed like a toy by the nobles, and he can also have some food that is barely edible.

You see, humans are actually very easy to satisfy creatures. As long as they have something to eat, a place to sleep, and a little bit of human rights, they will be satisfied.

But desires will expand. Even though desires seem to be filled, there are actually gaps left, and they continue to grow.

Another war was about to begin. Some corpses were piled up randomly like discarded garbage, and he sat on the corpses with scars all over his body, holding dry food stained with blood. The dry food was almost difficult to swallow, so he picked up a helmet that still had a base, caught a small handful of his own blood, and swallowed it.

The battle was so brutal that he was the only one who could do nothing but eat something. Just when he threw away his helmet and was about to leave, he saw a corpse raising his hand high. The action was very short, only a moment, and then the hand dropped down again.

This stopped him from leaving.

After a moment's silence, he walked over.

Seeing this, the cell man thought that his former self would stab someone, no matter who it was. Even if it was one of his own, it would be better to kill them quickly, because those who couldn't even stand up on such a battlefield, even if they could barely survive at this moment, would most likely be disabled and become useless for life.

On this small island where wars are frequent and there is no safe zone, it is better to die quickly than to live like a waste.

But the young man didn't. He stood beside the fallen, skinny survivor, watching silently.

Finally, he sat down on the corpse next to him and stretched out his hand. His wounds were still serious and the bleeding had not stopped. His tone was very weak, but the words he said sounded like orders that could not be refused.

"Hold my hand while you're still alive."

The survivor's tightly closed eyes moved slightly, but remained tightly closed, let alone any other movements.

The boy leaned down and repeated it into the person's ear, then continued to stretch out his hand and wait quietly.

After counting to about sixty, the lucky guy still didn't move. The boy seemed to have lost all his patience. He was about to withdraw his hand with an expressionless face, turned around and walked away.

His hand was held tightly, and he could even feel a slight pain.

So he pulled up the lucky guy and carried him on his back. The young man staggered away from the battlefield silently with the man on his back.

He carried the man on his back for a while, and perhaps the bumps made the man completely sober. The man lay on the boy's back, coughing violently, blood flowing from his lips and teeth, and then he opened his eyes with a little confusion.

"What's your name?"

The boy continued to carry the person on his back and asked without turning his head.

"Me, me, me."

The man was gasping for breath violently and couldn't put together a complete sentence for a long time. More and more blood flowed from his body and fell onto the young man, mixing with the blood that had already clotted, making it impossible to tell what was going on.

He coughed a few more times and managed to utter a few words.

"I don't have a name."

"Where's the family?"

"No."

"I've fought a few battles."

"once."

"Want to live?"

"think"

"Are you afraid of death?"

"Not afraid"

"Then you will be my personal guard from now on."

"it is good."

"Are you hungry?"

"Um"

"Then bear with it. Once we find a place where we can barely stay, I'll get you something to eat. But first things first, if you die before then, it won't be considered as breaking my promise."

The two of them chatted back and forth, staggering and supporting each other as they walked through the sticky and rotten pile of corpses, gradually moving away.

The memory ended abruptly here, and the cell man suddenly jumped up from the ground, as if frightened.

For some reason, he always felt that the memory of this time was deeper than the last time, so much so that all the complaints and thoughts were buried, leaving only the instinct to watch the story.

He always felt that he had seen the lucky guy he rescued somewhere, not in the past, but in the present.

It can't be a giant...

If the cell man could still make expressions, he would have slowly cracked open. Unfortunately, apart from opening his eyes a little wider and making the flames fluctuate more violently, he could not make any other expressions.

Although it is logically reasonable and can explain why the giant knew him, perhaps he had saved the other party and then betrayed him, but for some reason, he felt that it was not the case, even if it was intuition, which could not be considered as inference.

Even though this memory was obtained after killing the giant, she still felt that the two had no connection.

It's not about body type, it's just pure intuition.

He quickly flipped through the map and found a shortcut. From here, he could go to Wang Shou and plunder a cell. He looked at the follow-up task clearly marked on the task list, which was to kill Wang Shou. He inexplicably felt like a puppet, being tempted and dangled by this so-called system.

But if he wants to get back those memories, get back some things that he has forgotten, he has to pay a price, right?

He knew that he could completely ignore these rewards. The worst that could happen was that he would just crawl around in the sewers and live a life similar to before.

But when he ate the fresh food, he recalled some of his past memories and those emotions that were inexplicably aroused. What other way out did he have?

After seeing better scenery, I don’t want to take a step back. Even if we take advantage of each other, I have gotten what I want. What’s the loss?

He convinced himself by saying this, but he still felt vaguely unhappy, as if he was being treated as an insignificant toy, a chess piece to be played with.

Sooner or later he would go and settle accounts with this chat group. If not now, then he would wait until later, at least until he had reaped all the benefits that the other party could offer.

232 Cell Man vs. King Hand, the loyal guard fell

The secret passage is a bit narrow, but fortunately, Green Pure and the Cell People are not too tall, at least compared to the ordinary people in this world, there is indeed some gap.

When he walked out of the door, he saw the loyal guard standing motionless beside the throne that had long been empty, holding his weapon, standing there straight and motionless, just like he had seen many times.

Chunchun looked up, and the other party looked back as if sensing something, but he just glanced over and continued to stand there, guarding the throne behind him lifelessly.

The cell people really want to call the other party a brainless idiot. There is nothing behind them, and there is no hope here, so why are they still hanging on here! What else can this be but an idiot?

But I don't know why he couldn't curse out loud.

[Leave this big thing to me, no one else can interfere!]

The ghost listened to the man's speech, nodded, and took two steps back.

The weapon he was holding was actually quite rotten, just a balanced blade. He didn't even have a shield, and he had a frying pan on his back. The ghost had taken out a few mushrooms, and he chewed them twice and found they tasted good, so he wanted to fry them and eat them. Then he searched for a long time in various places before he found the pan.

After all, because of a guy who is the guardian of time, all areas of this island have been distorted and disordered in time and space, so he doesn't know what surprises he can find on this island. Maybe it is a brand new weapon made a long time ago, which was brought back to the present by the reversal of time.

Or perhaps it was some facts happening now, such as the monsters he had killed, which had returned to their past state due to the flow of time, and were alive and kicking, forcing him to carry out these troublesome cleanup activities day after day.

As he took a step forward, the tall, armored loyal guard who had been motionless also moved.

The opponent clenched the weapon in his hand and looked at it, no doubt throwing it towards it. The tall figure gave him a tight sense of oppression. If he had these two broken weapons in his hand on a normal day, he might have given up the challenge and returned home long ago. Could it be that he hoped to find some new things in those broken yet stable space and time? It would be much easier than fighting the opponent with these two broken weapons.

Are you kidding me?! I had just a stick and a shield when I stepped onto the battlefield. Now I had two relatively advanced weapons in my hands. How could I possibly retreat? I had only one life back then, but I had survived battle after battle, crawled out of the dead, so I could do it now!

The cell man drew his weapon without hesitation, turned it around twice in his hand, performed a little trick, and took two steps forward.

As he gradually approached, the opponent immediately rushed in front of the man with a flexibility that was inconsistent with his tall body. The wide long-handled weapon slammed heavily on the ground, and the stones on the ground shook violently. The cell man held the weapon and looked at the guy in front of him.

A blue grenade was thrown out of his arms, and the opponent's movement slowed down, and his whole body was covered with slightly blue frost. He didn't take much of this thing and only found five.

He took advantage of this opportunity and rolled forward. The sharp dagger pierced the solid armor, making a ding sound and leaving a dent.

Seeing this, he decisively put away the dagger, jumped up with the frying pan and smashed it on the other person's head.

There was a crisp sound, which was quite loud, but I don’t know how much it affected the other party.

After all, this pot is not heavy, and the impact it can have on the other party is probably very limited.

The other party tried to move his muscles, which were frozen stiff, and there was a crackling sound. The cell man shivered all over and lost another one.

However, the impact of the frost on the opponent was still slowing down at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a misjudgment, after just a few hits, the impact of the frost on him was already insignificant.

The opponent's speed of action was obviously faster than he had imagined. The wide and long weapon swept towards him. The cell man rolled flexibly and rolled under the opponent's weapon, allowing the opponent to be successfully cut. However, this sweeping move soon turned into a heavy smash. He rolled sideways and rolled to the side. He looked at the dust on his body and the thorns around him in a dangerous situation. He didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief.

The other party took out a few chess-like bombs from his arms, but before they could fall to the ground, a cell member used a frying pan as a ball to hit them away. They flew very far and fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The other party bent his body and rushed towards him suddenly. It was too late for him to dodge this time. He was hit hard and fell directly into the pit next to him. He immediately grabbed the edge of the pit to avoid falling into the trap.

He was grabbing the floor and just as he climbed up, he saw the other party swinging his weapon and stabbing at his chest. The cell man kicked the ground with his legs and jumped high, slamming the frying pan heavily on the other party's head. The violent sound made him have tinnitus, and the bottom of the frying pan appeared in a twisted shape. The hit was really hard.

The other party also staggered back two steps, but he adjusted his state quickly. He quickly adapted and shook his head slightly.

After another long fight, the cell man always felt a little tired. Compared with the almost flawless offense and defense at the beginning, the negative impact of fatigue caused his movements to be stiff and weak. After all, basically as long as he was attacked by the opponent, it was hard to say whether he could still move. As for his attack.

There is no impact at all.

After all, the difference between the same weapon made by different craftsmen is really too great. Perhaps the weapon he picked up is only two ordinary standard weapons in the long river of history, or even not a standard weapon. How could it be possible to break through the opponent's sophisticated armor?

He rolled again to avoid the opponent's series of attacks, but made a mistake when trying to find the right moment to counterattack at the last moment. The opponent still had one bit of strength left, and the broad-bladed sword cut off his right arm without hesitation, causing severe pain to burst out.

However, he had suffered this kind of injury countless times, so he just shook a little and did not fall down.

But his frying pan also fell to the ground along with his broken hand, and he was left with only a dagger hand and an arm.

But he also seized a fatal opportunity. The figures of both sides intertwined at the same time. The sharp dagger was stuck in the gap of the armor and scratched through the tough skin. The guy fell down, but he was still struggling to lean on his weapon, facing the throne where not even a corpse was left, kneeling on one knee, standing there stubbornly.

233 "O Respected King" (Part )

"A loyal enough guard."

Purely looking at the person kneeling on one knee, he calmly gave the definition.

The ghost squatted beside the cell who had lost his arm and was lying on the ground, and skillfully took out a red envelope from the chat group.

They found that if the red envelope was stored in the chat box without being claimed, the time of the things inside the red envelope would not pass. This little trick is quite useful for ghosts. After all, most of the things it stuffed into the void have been infected, and it is possible that a group member will be dragged into the water like Kong.

The red envelope contained a whole chicken, but it was an empty sweet flower-stuffed chicken.

The ghost saw that every time the other party was injured, he would grope around in the sewer for a moldy and rotten chicken leg. The other party swallowed it whole without any disgust, and his body recovered a little.

He stuffed this thing into the opponent's flames without hesitation, and the broken limbs recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He absorbs nutrients from food and then breaks it down into new flesh and blood.

The ghost felt that one was not enough, so he stuffed another one into the other person's body until the other person's body was fully recovered, and then he stopped.