Mystery Makes Me Strong

People are happy.

Yang Weite was also very happy.

After tossing for so long, he finally eradicated the evil cultural soil of mankind.

He decided to go back to the dark world again.

This time he had just entered, and twelve archangels approached him.

They are the most beautiful and serious ones.

Tyrell also showed up, with a handsome and upright face.

No longer hiding in the depths of the hood.

"Didn't you say that there are only five archangels in heaven?" Yang Weite asked strangely.

"The other seven are the former seven demons of hell, the four major demons and the three major demons who eliminated all evil." Tyrael sighed.

"What, the seven demon kings have all become angels? How did they change?" Yang Weite was shocked.

"For example, the fear demon has been transformed into an angel of joy. It no longer makes people afraid, but makes people happy, and accompanies players to play normal competitive games, rather than **** monsters and bosses." Tyrael explained.

Yang Weite understood.

This reality sealing technique is too powerful.

Only by changing the real world, the devil of the game world can truly become an angel.

"Yes, I am now an angel who brings joy to people, not a demon who creates fear and corrupts human hearts. Those evil essences have been transformed into light and warmth, tenderness and love..." The big pineapple angel said with a smile.

Yang Weite only felt a little inexplicable horror.

Is this really true?

"It's true." The little panda gnawed at the bamboo and said, "The real world determines the game world. This is an unchanging rule. No matter how evil the Pineapple setting is, it is also the game setting. It is very simple to become a kind and happy angel, as long as the player accepts it, there is no problem."

"Player, yes, the current players are all gentle, who can bear to see the killed Rogge, the corrupted hero and the king?" Yang Weiduo nodded.

"That's it, you're done, now I'm going to take you to see God." The little panda said mysteriously.

……

Yang Weite saw Wen Rensheng.

As soon as he saw the other party, he fell to his knees.

Because he felt that the other party was his creator, his heavenly father, his ruler.

The civilized world was created by Wen Rensheng, and it is normal for him to feel this way.

After all, Yang Weite is no longer an ordinary person. He has experienced the leap of the world and understands 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.

……

Bloody clouds shrouded the sky.

The gray earth is full of broken walls, broken limbs, broken arms, broken swords and broken armor.

Lancelot walked with difficulty on the battlefield, calling out one surviving soldier after another.

This is the first time the magic tide?

In the beginning, some people carefully recorded the summary and distributed it to others to study.

However, with the magic tide attacking again and again, more and more no one records these things.

Recorders who can write and draw die too quickly on the battlefield.

Over time, these personnel stopped going to the battlefield, and only collected information from soldiers and generals after the war.

As a result, there is too much fake news, and people increasingly distrust their records.

As a result, the records became less and less, and only a few powerful troops still maintained this tradition.

After three hours of work, Lancelot gathered more than two hundred people.

They were all knocked out or fainted from fright.

Of course, the injuries were serious, and more people passed out of coma, but he didn't wake them up and let them die in a coma was the greatest gift.

"Warriors, we have defeated the devil once again. The king will reward you, you will become knights, and you will receive fiefs."

He cheered to the crowd.

But no one raised their hands.

"I just want to know where to eat next meal?" an old soldier teased.

To become a knight, you have to go to the battlefield all the time, and then die in battle. Then the king will reclaim most of it and leave a small part to the knight's heir.

Then the heir will also go to the battlefield, and after the death, the king will take it back.

Co-authoring is life without gloves...

Everyone didn't understand it at first, but later they understood that no amount of awards would be of any use.

Because as long as you come to the battlefield, you are basically sure whether you will die this time or the tenth magic tide after this time.

Even if the reward is given to family members, if you accept the reward, your family members will follow them to the battlefield, women and old people are no exception.

No one knows how the magic tide happened.

Only know that their composition is varied.

There is the most rubbish, a ghoul that can be killed by an adult holding a wooden stick, walking slowly.

There are goblins who are very agile and seem weak, but can easily kill ordinary people.

There are also extremely evil and powerful iron-skin monsters. Only the most powerful knights can kill them with a grudge.

"Gods, please wake up from our slumber and give us strength." Lancelot brought 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 many meats are still fresh.

It seems to have just been harvested from the battlefield.

Monsters, enemies, or even one's own?

After eating it, I heard that after more than ten years, I will be cursed and become a lunatic.

But forget about him, now the stomach is tight, the next battle will be dead, who cares about going crazy in the future.

Therefore, the food problem, which was a headache for the kings, was solved on the spot.

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If you defeat the magic tide, the magic tide is food; if you lose, you don't need food.

If it weren't for this advantage, if the enemies were a group of inedible clay monsters and skeletons, then it would be a big deal. The human kingdom could no longer hold on.

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 of.

If he spit it out, it would be too hypocritical and deceive God.

"I felt a somewhat familiar aura, let me think, which principal's remnant should this be, doing a good thing?" The red panda also followed, acting as the bear head military adviser.

"No need to guess, this principal's name is Collector. He likes to collect monsters and demons from various worlds, and likes to transform a world into a place where demons are born." Wen Rensheng glanced.

With the mysterious seed's current 800,000-fold increase, he could see through the ins and outs of the magic tide at a glance.

"Oh, it's that pervert. It's a little troublesome now, because you can never imagine what collection it will come up with to play with you in the next moment." The little panda said with a headache.

"Yeah, so you have to seal it up."

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