Chapter 1918 The Collector
People are happy.
Yang Weite was also very happy.
After struggling for so long, he finally eradicated the evil cultural soil of mankind.
He decided to go back to the dark world again.
This time, as soon as he entered, twelve archangels came face to face.
They are all the most beautiful and serious ones.
Tyrell also showed up, with a handsome and upright face.
No more hiding deep in the hood.
“Didn’t it say that there are only five archangels in heaven?” Yang Weite asked strangely.
"The other seven are the seven former hell demons, the four demon kings and the three demon gods who eliminated all evil." Tyrell sighed.
"What, the seven demon kings have all turned into angels? How did they change?" Yang Weite was shocked.
“For example, the Fear Demon God has been transformed into an Angel of Joy. It no longer makes people fearful, but makes people happy, accompanying players in normal competitive games instead of bloody monster spawning and killing. BOSS." Tyrell explained.
Yang Weite understood.
This reality sealing technique is so powerful.
Only the devil who changes the real world and the game world can truly become an angel.
“Yes, I am now an angel who brings joy to people, instead of a demon who creates fear and corrupts human hearts. Those evil essences have been transformed into light and warmth, tenderness and love...” Pineapple Angel smiled.
Yang Weite only felt a little inexplicable horror.
Is this true?
"It's true." The red panda gnawed on the bamboo and said, "The real world determines the game world. This is an unchanging law. No matter how evil the big pineapple is, it is still a game setting. As long as the game setting It’s very simple to change the opponent’s character into a kind-hearted angel of joy, as long as the player accepts it, there will be no problem.”
"Player, that's right. Today's players are all gentle. Who can bear to see the killed Rogge, the corrupted hero and king?" Yang Weite nodded.
"That's it, you're done, now I'm going to take you to see God." The red panda said mysteriously.
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Yang Weite saw Wen Rensheng.
As soon as he saw the other party, he fell to his knees.
Because he felt that the other person was his creator, his heavenly father, and his ruler.
The civilized world was created by Wen Rensheng. It is normal for him to feel this way.
After all, Yang Weite is no longer an ordinary person. He has experienced world crossing and understood many mysterious essences.
"Great Father, devout people, listen to your call." He murmured.
"Very good, my student, I will lead you to seal a real demon." Wen Rensheng said with a smile.
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Blood-colored clouds enveloped the sky.
The gray earth is full of broken walls, ruins, broken limbs and broken arms, broken swords and broken armor.
Lancelot walked hard on the battlefield, calling out to the surviving soldiers one after another.
How many times has this happened?
At the beginning, some people carefully recorded and summarized it and distributed it to others for study.
However, with the attacks of demonic waves one after another, fewer and fewer people record these things.
Recorders who were able to write and draw died too quickly on the battlefield.
As time goes by, these personnel no longer go to the battlefield, but only collect information from soldiers and generals after the war.
As a result, there is too much fake news, and people increasingly distrust their records.
Therefore, the records have become less and less, and only a few powerful troops still maintain this tradition.
After three hours of busy work, Lancelot gathered more than two hundred people. They were all beaten unconscious or frightened into unconsciousness.
Of course the injuries were serious and more people were unconscious, but those people he did not wake up and let them die in a coma was the greatest gift.
“Warriors, we have defeated the devil again. The king will reward you. You will become knights and receive fiefs.”
He cheered to everyone.
But no one raised their hand.
“I just want to know where to eat my next meal?” an old soldier joked.
To become a knight, you have to go to the battlefield and die in battle. Then the king will take back most of it and leave a small amount to the heirs of the knight.
Then the heir also went to the battlefield, and after he died in battle, the king recovered it.
Co-writing means losing lives with nothing...
Everyone didn't understand at first, but later they understood that no amount of rewards would be of any use.
Because as soon as you come to the battlefield, you are basically sure whether you will die this time or in the tenth wave after this time.
Even if you give a reward to your family members, it will not work. If you accept the reward, your family will follow you to the battlefield, and women and the elderly are no exception.
No one knows how the magic tide happened.
I just know that their compositions are varied.
There is the most rubbish thing, a slow-moving ghoul that an adult can beat to death with a wooden stick.
There are goblins who are very agile and seem weak, but can easily kill ordinary people.
There are also extremely evil and powerful iron-skinned monsters. Only the strongest knights can kill them with fighting spirit.
"Gods, please wake up from your slumber and give us strength." Lancelot led the soldiers to the logistics base and received the next meal.
Then everyone was forced to follow him in this useless prayer before eating.
There is meat in the rice, and a lot of the meat is still fresh.
It seems to have been freshly harvested from the battlefield.
Monsters, enemies, or even our own people?
I heard that if you eat it, you will be cursed and become a madman after more than ten years.
But forget it, his stomach is tight now, he will die in the next battle, who cares about going crazy in the future.
So the food problem that was a headache for the kings was solved on the spot.
Originally, to support an army of 10,000 people, 30,000 civilians were required to transport food on the roads.
But now only eight hundred cooks are enough.
Defeat the demonic tide, and the demonic tide is food; if you lose, there is no need for food.
If it hadn't been for this advantage, if the enemies were all a bunch of inedible dirt monsters and skeletons, then things would have been serious, and the human kingdom would have been unable to hold on long ago.
When Wen Rensheng brought Yang Weite to this world and saw what those people were eating, Yang Weite did not vomit.
Because he has been in the wasteland, he knows very well what people can be made into.
If he spits it out, it would be too pretentious and deceiving God.
"I feel a somewhat familiar aura, let me think about it, which principal's remnant should this be and did something good?" The red panda also followed, acting as a bear-headed strategist.
"No need to guess, this principal's name is Collector. He likes to collect monsters and demons from all worlds, and likes to change a world into a place where demons are born." Wen Rensheng glanced at it.
With the mysterious seed now increasing eight hundred thousand times, he could see through the ins and outs of the demonic tide at a glance.
"Oh, it's that pervert. Now things are a bit troublesome, because you never know what collection it will bring out to play Landlords with you at the next moment." The red panda said with a headache.
"Yes, so we have to seal it."
(End of this chapter)