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

Can anyone blame them for anything?

No one can.

Is this reasonable?

No, at some level, there is no such thing as reason.

Humans cherish human life just because humans are human.

The reason specified by humans will only be disdained by gods.

Not to mention so far away, if there is another intelligent race that is far stronger than humans...

No, it doesn't have to be like this.

You can find such discrepancies just within humans.

Some things happen, no matter how bizarre, magical, or beyond your common sense you think they are, perhaps from another level, they are just as natural as an inflated ball that bounces up when it falls to the ground.

Every time Liu Ji thinks of such things, he always has a moment of trance and confusion.

But after a long time, he also found that there is no point in thinking about these things.

As a person in the game, it is enough to do what you can and think.

Perhaps, this is what the ancients said, do your best and leave it to fate.

But...

Who is destined to be with this wave? Now, it is really hard to tell.

He looked into the distance, his figure streaking through the night sky like a meteor, heading straight for Lake Mizawa.

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The silver meteor fell.

The figure of Mass, or Qi Lisha, fell heavily on the ground. The silver-white long sword was now only the hilt, which bounced a few times on the ground, causing waves of subtle ripples.

For a moment, the entire battlefield was quiet.

Everyone, whether they were the tyrant's men or the warriors fighting with them, stopped their actions.

Because they knew that compared to the battle in their hands, that battlefield determined everything.

The golden tyrant slowly descended from the sky, looking down at the enemy who wanted to become his opponent, with a smile on his face.

"This is the most interesting battle I have fought in all these years," the tyrant said softly, "You are worthy of admiration. Your strength even exceeds the limits of this world. It's a pity that you have finally reached your limit."

"No, not yet..." The grains of sand were floating in a trance, and it was barely possible to see that they were trying to condense into a human form.

"Don't be so stubborn. The immortal hero is just immortal," the tyrant said softly, as if he was sentencing someone to death in a cold tone. "I have devoured most of your power. Now, your strength is only one tenth of what it used to be, not to mention that your weapon has been destroyed."

"Don't underestimate the sword intent..." The trance-like sand stood up, interlaced, and solidified. "Strength is not important at all. Even if there is no sword in your hand, so what? Without a sword, with the Dao, it is enough..."

After the words fell, Qi Lisha's figure suddenly condensed. The next moment, it seemed as if a silver glow exploded in the center of the world. At that moment, it seemed as if thousands of sword chants sounded at the same time, like a heavenly music sonata, indicating that the fairyland of sword intent was unfolding in front of everyone.

But the next second, the golden red flames soared into the sky, tearing this realm apart, and the rain of fire in the sky slowly fell like golden feathers.

Qi Lisha stared blankly at the golden rain of fire falling down, burning her body to ashes.

Yes, the brave are immortal.

But perhaps, after she gathers her strength again, she will completely lose even the last bit of strength...

The tyrant gently waved the long sword in his hand, brushed off the remaining flames on the long sword, turned his head, and swept his eyes across the entire battlefield.

"It's really ugly, my capable men," he said softly, his eyes drifting to Anwada's floating spear.

And at this moment, the floating spear seemed to suddenly lose its power, fell out of thin air, and fell to the ground with a clang.

Anwada was stunned immediately, and before he could react, he was pierced through the chest by the second king, fell to the ground with a bang, and nailed to the ground.

Seeing this, Jon Snow didn't care about the enemy in front of him. He immediately wanted Wuxiang to rescue him, but he didn't expect that he was cut off by a golden sword energy just after rushing a few meters, and turned into a disintegrating stream of light and dissipated instantly.

Then, the tyrant's sight drifted to the potatoes in the shadow group.

In an instant, the group of potatoes actually drilled into the ground in an instant.

Everyone knew how they managed to drill into the ground in this place without soil, but obviously, they didn't even dare to think of confronting the tyrant head-on.

Monster.

This is what everyone on the battlefield thinks.

All efforts seem so powerless in front of this monster.

No matter how complete their plans are and how perfect their execution is, they are like children's play in front of this initiator who brought destruction to the whole world, and nothing can be changed.

"Ah, it seems that the farce should end," the tyrant looked around and raised the sword in his hand, "Then, just clean it up..."

The golden flame burned from the sword, and the flames rushed straight into the sky, as if igniting the sky together.

"Well, thank you for your hard work, go to hell," the tyrant said...

Speaking.

His movements paused.

He stared blankly at the black blade that pierced his chest, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Ah, the situation is a little, uh, not so perfect?"

A familiar voice came from behind him.

He turned his head blankly, looking at the face that had been with him for countless days and nights, the most loyal and trustworthy face, and the eyes shining on that face that he knew, missed, and Totem of awe...

A totem from the gods.

"What, how..." he asked in shock.

"Sorry, your power has begun to approach the warning line of the controllable range," Turin said with a smile, "Moreover, your actions have begun to go too fast, and your team has swelled a little. Is it against the rules? Ha, in short, congratulations It's time for you to retire."

The long black knife was drawn out instantly, and golden blood spurted out. The tyrant's body actually began to repair at the speed of light. His armor became decayed, his appearance became old, and everything around him was moving at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wither.

Then, he fell gently to the ground, just like an ordinary old soldier who fell on the battlefield, mediocre, ordinary, dull...

Tulin gently wiped the blood from the blade with his sleeve, looked up at the people standing there, and smiled.

"It made everyone laugh. So, since we have reached this point because of some guys' own initiative, let's not waste time and hand over the authority of the world. Or, it doesn't matter if we don't hand it over. I can take it myself."

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The tyrant died just like that.

The arrogant monster who looked down upon the world, the invincible nightmare in the hearts of the world, died just like that.

He fell to the ground, his gray-white hair was like dry spider silk, and his old face was like the old men seen everywhere on the roadside.

With his luster gone, he looks so ordinary and mediocre...

Suddenly, everyone realized that they didn't even know his name.

No, even the kings, cavalry and generals seem to have no names of their own.

Even the newly appointed Eleven King Cavalry gave up his name.

Only Turin has his own name.

Looking at the man holding a long sword, everyone froze on the spot, watching helplessly as he walked forward step by step, unable to make a sound.

And the sword in his hand...

"Dark Chief? Why..." Mo Wente couldn't help but murmured.

"Ah? Oh, you're talking about this knife," Tulin said with a smile, "It's not from this world. I don't know why it landed here, but you people can't use it."

"Impossible!" Mo Wente immediately shouted excitedly, "All the previous masters have obviously..."

"How do you think the so-called master was hacked to death by that trash that you chopped into pieces with just a few cuts?" Turin asked with a sneer.

Mowente was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to refute, but suddenly realized that this seemed to be the most reasonable answer compared to the possibilities he had been thinking about in his heart.

"Don't be surprised, it's just like that, it has an inexplicable attraction to you," Turin said. "It's really rare that you can restrain this impulse. It's very good."

The words sounded like praise, but the tone was like a rancher examining a strong lamb.

As he spoke, he stepped past Mowente and others and walked deeper.

At this moment, the First King General suddenly turned around and rushed towards him.

What Tulin should have done was just glare at him and growl, "Are you stupid? Who are you trying to attack?!"

For an instant, the countless mist phantoms stopped all together, and the next moment they turned into a thick mist, quickly condensing towards one of the individuals, and finally re-condensed into a single individual.

Then the First King of One will bend down and worship Túrin.

Turin's eyes swept over the others.

The thousands of troops and the remaining two kings and generals also bowed to him.

There is no need for many orders or explanations. It is as if when he appears here in this posture, he will automatically become their supreme being.

As for the former king?

It was just a fallen skeleton, and no one seemed to care at all.

In other words, no matter who is present, no one cares at this moment.

No one dared to stand in his way.

Because of strength?

Maybe, his strength is enough to kill the tyrant instantly...

But, is that really still a category of strength?

It was like an adult easily taking away a toy gun from a child, as if it was an ability from another dimension.

However, no one dared to stop him, but it was not because of considerations of strength.

It was a feeling from the bottom of my heart, a feeling that I was not on the same level as him, and that I couldn't even raise the courage to stand in front of him.

And Tulin, holding the long knife in his hand, walked through the entire area calmly.

And just when he was at the end of the area, raising the Chang Chang Dao in his hand, a figure slowly emerged in front of him.

"Don't worry, let's talk..."

Magina's figure gradually condensed and she looked at him quietly.

"You should only be able to maintain this state for a short period of time. Otherwise, I think many things will be much simpler. Maybe we can talk about it first. Anyway, what you want is just the authority of this world, right?"

"Ah, yes, but not entirely," Turin said with a smile, "This state can't be maintained forever, but it won't be like you expect, it will end in a few minutes or an hour. Moreover, I don't care whether this authority is given to me or not. For me, there is only one goal, to help you complete the new world, and to hand over the new world to the person I choose."

As he said, he gently raised one hand, and with the soft light, the components of the sun and the moon slowly emerged in his palm.

Just a glance at the two components, Majina already understood that this was the last component of the mirror.

It was also the last component needed to create a complete new world.

"So, who is the person you chose?" Majina cast her eyes on Turin.

"Don't worry, it's not a strange guy, you all know him," Turin said with a smile, "His name is Liu Ji."

Majina's pupils shrank immediately.

She never expected to hear this name from the other party.

No, that's not right, she actually thought of this possibility.

It's just...

"Why did you choose him?" Majina asked doubtfully.

She really didn't think this was a logical choice. After all, Liu Ji didn't look like someone who was easy to control...

At least in Majina's opinion, Liu Ji was actually a very dangerous person.

His emotions often jumped back and forth between extreme indifference and extreme sentimentality towards different things and people. Perhaps he himself didn't realize it, but his style of behavior was actually quite unstable. If it weren't for Yayin, this behavior might be more obvious.

"Well, yes, why?" Turin put his hands on his waist and let out a long breath, "Let's put it this way, it's just because this is the highest salary I can offer within my authority to poach people."

"Poach people?" Majina was stunned, "Poach from whom?"