Mystery Makes Me Strong

People are happy.

Yang Weit was also very happy.

After tossing and tossing for so long, he finally eradicated the evil cultural soil of human beings.

He decided to go back to the dark world again.

This time he just entered, and twelve archangels came in front of him.

They are the most beautiful and decent ones.

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

No longer hiding deep in the hood.

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

"The other seven are the former Seven Great Demons of Hell, the Four Great Demon Kings and the Three Great Demon Gods who eliminated all evil." Tyrell sighed.

"What, the Seven Great Demon Kings have all turned into angels? How did they change?" Yang Weite was shocked.

"For example, the Demon God of Fear has been transformed into an Angel of Joy. It no longer scares people, but makes them happy. It accompanies players in normal competitive games, instead of bloody spawning and killing bosses." Tyrell explained.

Yang Weite understood.

This reality sealing technique is too powerful.

Only by changing the real world, the devil king 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 smiled.

Yang Weite only felt a little inexplicable horror.

Is this really true?

"It's true." The little panda gnawed on the bamboo and said, "The real world determines the game world. It is very simple to become a kind and happy angel, as long as the player accepts it, there will be no problem."

"Players, yes, the current players are all gentle, who can bear to see the slain Rogge, the corrupted heroes and kings?" Yang Weit nodded.

"That's it, you're done, now I'm going to take you to meet God." The little 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 party was his creator, his heavenly father, and his ruler.

The civilized world was created by Wen Rensheng, and it is only 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, pious 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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Bloody clouds enveloped the sky.

The gloomy land is full of broken walls, broken limbs, broken arms, broken swords and broken armor.

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

How many times is this the magic wave?

At the beginning, some people carefully recorded and summarized it, and distributed it to others for research.

However, with the attacks of the demonic waves again and again, more and more people are not recording these things.

Recorders who could write and draw died too quickly on the battlefield.

Over time, these personnel no longer went to the battlefield, and only collected what the soldiers and generals had seen and heard after the battle.

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

As a result, there are fewer and fewer records, 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 knocked out, or fainted from fright.

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

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

He cheered to the crowd.

No hands were raised, however.

"I just want to know where's my next meal?" quipped an old soldier.

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

Then the heir will also go to the battlefield. After the death in battle, the king will take it back.

Co-authoring is life with empty gloves...

Everyone didn't understand it at first, but later they understood that no amount of rewards 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 wave after this time.

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

No one knows how the magic tide happened.

I only know that their composition is varied.

There are the most rubbish, slow-moving ghouls that can be killed by an adult holding a stick.

There are very agile, seemingly weak goblins who can easily kill ordinary people.

There are also extremely evil and powerful iron monsters, only the most powerful knights can kill them with fighting spirit.

"Gods, please wake up from deep sleep 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 appears to have been freshly harvested from the battlefield.

Monster's, enemy's, or even one's own?

It is said that if you eat it, you will be cursed and become a lunatic after more than ten years.

But never mind, now my stomach is tight, and I will die in the next battle. Who cares about going crazy in the future.

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

Originally, to feed an army of 10,000 people, 30,000 civilians were required to transport food on the road non-stop.

But now only 800 cooks are enough.

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 all a group of inedible dirt monsters and skeletons, then things would be serious, and the human kingdom would have been unable to hold on for a long time.

When Wen Rensheng brought Yang Weit into this world and saw what those people ate, Yang Weit didn't vomit.

Because he has been in the wasteland, he knows what people can be made into.

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

"I feel a familiar aura, let me think about it, which principal's remnant should this be, a good thing to do?" The little panda also followed, acting as a bear-headed military advisor.

"No need to guess, this principal is called Collector. It likes to collect monsters and demons from various worlds, and likes to change a world into a place where demons are born." Wen Rensheng glanced at it.

With the current 800,000-fold increase of the mysterious seed, he can see through the ins and outs of the demon tide at a glance.

"Oh, it's that pervert. Things are a little troublesome now, because you will never imagine what collection it will bring out to play Landlords with you in the next moment." The little panda said with a headache.

"Yeah, so seal it up."