About the story of a brave man being a potato for a thousand years and then the world was destroyed

"Hey? Are you still in the mood to hum a song?" Beilin's figure appeared from the void, frowning and saying, "Everything is messed up, this world is over ahead of time, and the cycle is broken. I dare not think about what to do with my mortgage after I go back."

"Come on, pretending to be confused when you know the truth," Tulin smiled and shook his head, casually crossing the long knife across his waist, "If you still don't know which rule I am following, I will doubt whether you are my real sister."

"But are you sure?" Beilin frowned and said, "I think the situation is far from that point..."

"When it reaches that point, it will be too late," Tulin shrugged, "Your sense of smell is still not sharp enough, or you lack experience."

"Tsk," Beilin smacked his tongue, but rarely did he refute.

"Okay, stop being so stubborn, we should also finish the rest of the work," Tulin said, walking past Beilin.

"The rest of the work? What do you mean?" Beilin asked in confusion.

"Of course, we're going to get the last two pieces," Tulin turned around and said with a smile, "They can't touch that thing, so of course we have to rely on us."

"Are you going to sentence this world to death in advance?" Beilin was stunned.

"Otherwise, haven't I made it very clear?" Tulin looked subtle, "My sister, are you really tired? Why don't you wait until this vote is over and take a rest for a while?"

"No, I just... damn it," Beilin rubbed his eyebrows, "But, there are still many living people in this world..."

"Let the conquerors kill them and then freeze the whole world, and freeze the whole world directly, there seems to be no difference," Tulin smiled and shook his head, "You, maybe it's not that you didn't rest enough, but that you rested too long. You've been with these people for a long time, and even such hypocritical thoughts have emerged. You don't think that from the perspective of these guys, you can still be a good person, or a not-so-bad person, right?"

Belin looked at Tulin and frowned slightly.

"What?" Tulin glanced at her, "I'm warning you, I have a temper too, if you touch me again, I..."

Before he finished speaking, the crystal ball hit his face again.

But this time, Tulin didn't react, he just took off the crystal ball stuck on his face and threw it back to Beilin.

"Okay, you can do whatever you want after you've been angry," Tulin shrugged.

"Got it, tsk," Beilin turned around and said softly, "I'll go take care of the sun."

"Okay, then I'll go... eh?" Tulin was stunned, "You're going to take care of the sun?"

"Ah, didn't you say it? Anyway, don't expect to be a good person in our position," Beilin said, as if he was stepping on the steps of nothingness, slowly walking towards the scorching sun in the sky, "In this case, I'll get used to it sooner, what is the feeling of destroying the whole world with my own hands..."

Tulin looked at Beilin's back, smiled silently, then turned his head and said, "Very good."

Then, he also took a step, stepped on the steps of nothingness, and walked towards the direction of the moon.

304. The life of potatoes is the life of eating

"Ha!"

Movente suddenly opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?" Majina glanced at him.

"Ah, um..." Mowente sat up and rubbed his forehead, "Damn, what happened to me..."

"We are still thinking about asking you," Kalidor brought a cup of hot water to Mowente, "Aren't you fighting with the 12th King Knight? Where did he go?"

"Ah, yes, that guy, uh, damn, how did I..." Mowente rubbed his temple, his face full of confusion.

"Your knife is gone," Majina reminded.

"Knife? Eh?" Mowente subconsciously touched his waist, and then he suddenly realized that the dark sword that he had been wearing on his waist, although he had not pulled it out for a long time, had disappeared without a trace.

Mowente was stunned for a long time, and then frowned and thought for a long time, still puzzled.

He found that no matter how he recalled, he couldn't remember anything, as if that memory had been erased, leaving only a blank.

At this time, a hand was placed on his shoulder.

"Okay, don't think too much," Lim said softly, "That guy is not ordinary, it's not strange to be knocked down by him, at least the current situation does not look too bad."

"What do you know?" Majina looked over.

"Well, I don't know how to put it. Anyway, judging from the current situation, you can just pretend that this person doesn't exist," Lim shrugged.

"But, Vent's knife..." Kalidora hesitated.

"No, it doesn't matter," Mo Vent waved his hand, "Everything is up to Lim's arrangement..."

As he said, he propped himself up, gently touched the empty waist buckle with his left hand, took a deep breath, turned to look at Lim, and asked, "How is the situation now?"

"It looks good," Jilunini said, "Except for the missing twelfth king knight, the remaining king knights have been temporarily blocked by you. We have a clear strategic advantage on the front battlefield, and the conditions are sufficient to support the second plan, but..."

"Something went wrong on the battlefield of the king general?" Mo Vent's heart tightened.

"No, the king's battlefield is a miracle..." Majina said, sharing the situation of the battlefield with Mowente.

Looking at the battlefield, the more Mowente looked, the wider his eyes opened.

That was indeed a miracle...

Before the war started, they didn't say anything, but in fact they were quite pessimistic in their hearts.

Their manpower is really not enough. Each person is assigned a king knight and they are already dancing on the tip of the knife, and the king general...

They didn't even know how strong the king was. Even Anvada and Snow had no confidence that they could win beforehand.

But the current situation on the battlefield was far beyond their expectations.

On the battlefield where the third king general is, although I don’t know how Snow did it, he did have the upper hand in the struggle. Although the speed was very slow, if you look closely, you can still see that not only did the expansion on the battlefield stop, And it seems to be gradually getting thinner and thinner.

The battlefield where the second king general was was even more weird. Ordinary people might not be able to see what was happening at all, but Mowente could barely see clearly. The second king general was obviously at a disadvantage.

As for the reason for the downturn...

"Hell, does Anwada still have this trick? Control a gun out of thin air? Why haven't I seen him use it before..." Mowente muttered.

Lim glanced at him and said nothing.

Someone is looking for a power coach, but he won't say who it is.

Compared with these two battlefields, the battlefield where the first king general is located is more thrilling.

Although they had all heard the legend of the First King, they still felt numb when looking at the crowded shadow army.

Among the thousands of shadows, if you don't look carefully, you can't even find the seven potatoes.

However, if you see them and see the expressions on their faces, you will find that these potatoes seem to be the least to worry about.

Although they fought hard, even though they often had their hands and feet cut off, and although they were often attacked by more than a dozen shadows at the same time, their faces were always filled with smiles.

That smile while eating.

Mowente was very doubtful whether it was a war or a meal for them now.

"It looks like the battle is going well," Mo Wente muttered, "If this continues, it just seems like we can delay it for a long time..."

"No, you forgot the most important question," Magina said.

"The most important thing..." Mowente was stunned for a moment, then he seemed to remember something and suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky at the highest point.

On the golden sky, that flash of silver light was already crumbling.

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"Roar!"

The huge skeletal beast roared into the sky, and its sharp long claws suddenly swung down, directly moving half the village to the ground.

The giant beast sniffed the ruins, looking for the scent of flesh and blood.

But when I looked up, I saw that the entire land was covered with corpses, and there were no living things anywhere.

The giant beast was obviously not satisfied with this demerit. He leaned down and sniffed gently among the remaining villages, trying hard to search for the scent of living creatures.

Vaguely, it seemed to smell something...

It was like the breath of a living creature, but not exactly like it.

He felt that thing getting closer and closer...

boom!

Accompanied by the sound of soil exploding, a huge impact blasted out from the ground, smashing the giant beast's head to pieces.

Liu Ji's figure floated in mid-air, breathing heavily.

return……

He is back?

Although I don’t know why, I feel like I’m coming back faster than when I left.

No, I said I don’t know why...

His consciousness swept over the sun and moon components lying quietly in the magic space, swallowed, and murmured: "Thank you..."

However, what responded to him was the roar of thousands of bones on the earth.

Liu Ji only came to his senses at this time, and before he could react, he was bitten by a skeletal dragon that swooped down.

The gray-white sand exploded, turned in the air, and smashed the skeletal dragon into pieces with one punch.

"What the hell, what's going on in this place..." Liu Ji's figure regrouped in the air, looking at the hell-like world full of corpses, and for a moment he even thought he was in the wrong world.

He raised his head, looked into the sky, looked at the blood moon in the sky, and clicked his tongue with a bit of bitterness.

This moon had been hanging high in the desert. Although he had heard a lot about it, he really didn't expect that the power displayed by this thing would be so terrifying...

It's really like what they said before, as long as this thing is released, the world will be over without the tyrant taking action.

But now that it's over, there's no time to think about it anymore.

He never thought that he could be a hero who saves the world.

But how can a black sheep in the pasture save the sheep?

Putting away his sight, Liu Ji looked for his target in his perception.

"It's so far, damn..." He frowned slightly.

But we have already reached the ground, and it will not take more than a month to go further.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Ji was about to sprint towards the goal.

However, as soon as he started to move, he suddenly felt something change happening around him.

It seems that the light is getting redder and redder...

He looked up at the sky, and the sight in front of him made his pupils shrink suddenly.

The scorching sun hanging high in the sky is slowly losing its brilliance.

305.Who do you think you are?

it's dark.

Just like in another world, the sun high in the sky completely lost its brilliance, and together with the moon, disappeared into the sky forever.

As darkness falls, the entire world begins to gradually lose its warmth, and the temperature becomes colder and colder.

One day passed, and it was like winter.

A few days passed, and it seemed to be deep winter.

Half a month passed, and the earth was covered with ice. Even the soaring bone dragon was crawling on the ground, struggling slowly.

Liu Ji's figure crossed the sky in the dark night, looking at the gradually dead land, his face as gloomy as water.

Now, he has been sure.

No, it has been sure for a long time, but he has a more practical understanding of what the so-called war of gods is.

Now, the opponent's god, or his agent, has ended.

And the result is that the world is destroyed.

Whether it is the common people, the princes and nobles, the masters of arcane magic, the elite generals, the poultry and livestock, or the earth beasts and flying dragons, all have no choice, just quietly waiting for the low temperature to take away everything from them and lead them to death.

The boundless darkness and the temperature that slipped away quietly are more terrible despair than the red moon.

This was only because the owner of the ranch had cut off the fodder for the sheep.

Faced with such an existence, they never had any choice.