God Simulator

Many years later, Tiesai will remember that day.

He originally thought it was just an ordinary mission from the Martial Arts Association, but he didn't expect that he had entered Shura Purgatory.

The association told him that in a strange place in the New World in the north, several adventurers died.

Death was part of the adventure, but those who killed the adventurers strung their bodies on spears to expose them to the sun and the weather for demonstration and ridicule.

The surviving adventurers escaped and asked the association to rescue their trapped companions and bring back the bodies of the three adventurers so that their souls could return to their homeland.

Yancheng and Yaocheng decided to rescue after discussion and handed it over to the martial arts association for execution.

Before this, there had never been such a brutal and brutal blatant evil act. This was not only contempt and desecration of human life, but also a frontal provocation to Yaocheng and Yancheng.

The perpetrators were a rebel army equipped with armor and weapons. They were well-organized and large in number, and they were probably planning something big.

This mission is to rescue the three trapped adventurers, try to bring back the other three corpses, and investigate the purpose and lair of this group of people.

Tiese arrived at the tavern in the New World in the north and met another person.

The other party was wearing armor and a linen robe. Tiesai recognized the ghost armor at a glance and learned from the exchange that the other person was indeed a ghost.

The ghost's name is Yaopu. She is a senior doctor and has the ability to [heal]. This time she went there not only to bring back the corpse, but also to awaken the three souls and lead them back to Yancheng.

Through the ghost armor, Yaopu made a sizzling voice: "What are you good at?"

Tiesai said truthfully: "I am good at writing and drawing maps, and I don't have much combat experience."

"It's okay, I'm here. Don't think I'm a doctor. In fact, I often fight with sandworms and man-eating crabs. After they are injured, I treat them."

Yaopu patted his chest with his finger armor, making a clanging sound of metal.

"Then, I'll trouble you to do more," Tiesai said.

It’s always good to have someone to help you when you’re out and about.

"There is another martial monk." Yao Pu asked, "Do you know who it is?"

Tiesai said he didn't know either.

This mission was issued urgently because the trapped people may be in danger at any time and the bodies may be completely destroyed at any time. The association also immediately issued a task directly to the martial monks staying in Yancheng and selected the three of them.

"We were talking about meeting outside the tavern, why don't we go out and have a look." Tiesai suggested.

The two walked out of the tavern.

Yaopu immediately noticed the stag beetle chewing potatoes at the door and looked very interested: "I didn't expect someone here could tame this guy."

Tiesai explained: "It is not a tame, it is a companion in the journey."

"Is this your mount? Can't you tell? You are quite capable."

Yaopu was in awe.

"It's not a mount... it's a partner." Tiesai emphasized.

Many people regard the fighting spade armor as a high-level horse or extraordinary fighting beast. This is not right. They are a kind of warriors who advocate adventure.

This spade beetle originally followed the gourmet Nong Chan. Later, Nong Chan went to Sanillo to work as a chef, so he entrusted the spade beetle to Tiesai and continued his adventure with him.

Tiesai suddenly noticed a person standing next to the tavern.

This man was wrapped in an old cotton coat and wore a felt hat. He looked very old, carrying a bulging bundle, and his right arm was tightly wrapped in dense bandages, as if he had been injured.

Tiesai's eyesight was very good. He felt excited and hurried over.

"Mr. Shiohisa."

He tried to lower his voice: "I can see you in the north. Are you practicing here?"

The old man smiled at him and squeezed out the deep wrinkles on his face: "You are here to take over the association's mission, right?"

"Yes."

Tiesai was stunned: "Are you... with us?"

Yaopu also came over, and she hissed this time: "Great monk Yanjiu! I...I have always admired you."

Yanjiu said softly: "Come with me and talk as we go."

He led the way into the ice and snow mountains.

"What the association can tell you about this mission is very limited, because many things need to be kept secret, and can only be carried out by reliable and experienced martial monks."

Yanjiu exhaled white air from his mouth and spoke slowly: "We are indeed going to rescue three adventurers. Before entering, I need you to paint your whole body blue and temporarily disguise yourself as one of the Corruptors. Without my permission, You can’t restore your appearance and reveal your identity before.”

"Because we are going to enter another world."

Tiesai and Yaopu both froze upon hearing this.

"That world is called [Kingdom of Wuji], and it is a world where a divine war is breaking out."

"Follow me, and you will know when I get there."

The old man climbed over mountains and ridges all the way, crossing patches of ice fields. The front suddenly opened up and entered the hills covered with sand and gravel. Ahead were endless mountains with very few plants, but there was only a line separating them from the snow-covered land behind.

Three martial monks crossed the border and carried out a mission.

…

It has been a month since he arrived in Wuji Kingdom. Tiese was initially very interested in everything here, then surprised and admired, then regretful, and now he feels sympathy and anger.

This was originally an independent kingdom, and the people of the kingdom lived a simple and peaceful life. But now it has been completely broken by the fearless foreign empire. They have been invaded and massacred, and they face the threat of national subjugation at any time.

The Wuji people cannot speak, their eyes are usually gold or silver, and because of their special flesh and blood, they paint their bodies with black mud to avoid contact with water. Once they touch water, they will burn and explode.

They look strange and cannot speak, but they are not stupid. The Wuji people can make ground boats and carve various small figures, palaces, horses and trees out of stone. They are natural sculptors and stonemasons.

Some Wuji people will leave something representing their name in the black mud on their body, such as a palm print, a branch, or various stone sculptures, which is their name.

There was a man from Wuji who had several pine cones embedded in his body. Tiesai called him Wu Guo. Wu Guo gave Tie Sai a stone carving. The stone was carved with Tie Sai's face, and every hair was clearly carved. This kind of craftsmanship must be priceless in Yancheng.

In return, Tiesai drew a portrait for him.

Wu Guo was very happy. He pointed at the paper, gestured, waved his arms, and picked up the shields and spears left by the imperial soldiers on the ground and waved them.

Tiesai understood.

He drew a battlefield map for Ugo. The Ugo in the painting is brandishing a spear, launching a counterattack with other Uzi people, and is chasing the imperial army.

Wu Guo liked it so much that he took the painting everywhere to show it to others.

He plucked out his gold left eye and gave it to Tiesai as a thank you.

The iron plug was not closed.

He just felt sad.

As a painter, he has never been as heavy as he is now.

One day, the Fearless Empire seemed to suddenly lose its patience and began to attack the defense line crazily. The giant crossbow machine on the back of the sand lizard fired columnar ballistae one after another. The defense line was in chaos, and explosions occurred one after another.

The Imperial Legion launched round after round of bombings and arrow rains. The spearmen and shield soldiers at the front continued to advance and entered into hand-to-hand combat with the Wuzi warriors.

Tiesai saw with his own eyes that two Wuji men had their bodies penetrated and burned. They desperately rushed out of the line and ran towards the enemy at the last moment, hoping to explode among the enemies. But in a moment, he was shot down by the Empire's spears and flaming bows and exploded into pieces.

Every time an Uzi is killed, Imperial soldiers swarm around and collect the fragments of the corpse, which are priceless trophies to them.

After that day, Tiesai never saw Wu Guo again.

Tiese drew one picture after another to record everything he saw: the brave and cowardly Wuji people, the soldiers grabbing and laughing at the corpses, the running self-destructors, the flattering surrenderers, and more There are many unknown soldiers who stand on the line of defense without retreating.

These were images he had never seen before.

In the world under the protection of Yao God, there has never been such a tragic situation.

Tiesai once believed that a life-and-death battle with extraordinary creatures was the most cruel test, that poverty was the prelude to misfortune in life, and that failure to get what one wanted was the most regrettable outcome for everyone.

Now he discovered that these were nothing at all.

There is no lower limit to true cruelty, and even anger becomes meaningless and will only make people feel powerless and insignificant.

Tiesai began to paint non-stop. He wanted to record all the most realistic scenes here, tell the Yao compatriots what happened here, use paper and pen to remember those tall earth arches that kept collapsing, and leave behind The dead and dying Uzi people...

He fell into a state of forgetfulness.

The pieces of paper are connected together, and the painting seems to have come to life.

The dead Wuji soldiers stood up from the paper, with smiles on their stiff and dark faces. The soldiers waved to him, and then rushed to the battlefield without hesitation.

Tiesai's hand holding the charcoal drew blood, and the blood blended into the painting.

In his daze, he saw Wu Guo.

Ugo spoke for the first time and said happily to him: "My friend, we are victorious. Our kingdom has won this great Patriotic War! Please paint us another picture."

Tiesai smiled and said, "Okay, okay, great, I'll draw it right now."

…

When he woke up again, Tiesai felt as if he had lost his soul.

Doctor Yaopu said with a murmur: "You almost died. Can you draw people to death if you draw pictures? Fortunately, I brought a lot of herbal medicine to pick you up."

Next to him, Lao Yanjiu looked at Tiesai with admiration: "He has broken through himself and realized his own abilities here. Those paintings are great masterpieces."

"Are these paintings named?"

Tiesai was silent for a while: "They are called "Dawn of the Kingdom"."

He hoped that the darkness would eventually dissipate.

"What a great name."

Shiojiu said with a serious face: "The gods have sent down the oracle. Lord Blood Knight is preparing the Corruptor Legion. The real counterattack will begin soon. The war is about to end. Our mission is also officially allowed to be carried out."

"Everyone, let's go together to save our compatriots."

Tiesai nodded vigorously.

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