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"Hey Thanos, here's your letter!"

Thanos, who was working in the field, raised his head and wiped the sweat with his sleeve. He put the hoe against his shoulder and rubbed his sore waist with the other hand: "Who wrote it for me?"

The man shrugged and threw him a bottle of cold beer that he had just taken out: "How do I know? You'd better go to the post office now, those slackers might sneak out to drink before six o'clock in the afternoon. But Mrs Jackson should still be there."

Thanos smiled, he grew a beard, and looked like an ordinary man with honest duties. He took the beer and put it on the lunch box beside him: "Okay, I get it, Jack. How's your son doing?"

The man known as Jack has gray hair, but he is still strong. The only flaw may be his right leg, which is a prosthetic. Hearing this, Jack smiled proudly: "That brat got a job in a law firm in the city, and is now working as an intern."

"Yes, yes." Thanos also laughed with him: "Oh, yes, I'll go into the city in two days to buy some fertilizer and stuff. Do you want to go with me?"

Jack stroked his chin: "Well, I'll let it go, Thanos. You know, I'm old and can't stand the swaying on the road."

Thanos laughed loudly: "Don't be kidding, you old guy has a great body. Besides, although the road is broken, it won't make you unable to sit still."

Jack's smile gradually became a little sad: "No... I'm still not going, you know."

Thanos glanced at him, put down the hoe, leaned on the hoe and asked, "Still arguing with him? I thought you would want to see him."

"He didn't even tell me he became an intern," Jack said helplessly. "Old Bill told me about it. Well, what can I do? It was really my fault..."

He lowered his head and muttered something Thanos couldn't understand in his throat. Then he took out a crumpled pack of 'American Spirit' cigarettes from his trouser pocket and gave one to Thanos.

After taking a sip, Jack relaxed a little: "Every family has a hard-to-read scripture, Lao Sa. Although I don't know where you came from, you seem to be a person with a lot of stories. You have children. ?"

"I...have two daughters."

"Two daughters? How old are they?"

There was a smile on Thanos' face, he wiped his sweat and took a cigarette himself: "It's still a young man, at least not married.

I know very little about them, and I owe them all..."

He didn't go on, but Jack sighed with empathy, and patted Thanos on the shoulder: "Look at it, man. Everyone is like this, and there's always something unspeakable. That's all. It's a sin we committed when we were young, and now is the time to pay it back. You have to pay the debt."

The two old men stopped talking and just started smoking together. They agreed to go to the city together in two days.

Thanos left his treasured field at 5 p.m. and borrowed his motorcycle from a neighbor. The post office is some distance from the town where he lives, and now that he has become a human, his physique can't be said to be that good. At least after a day's work, Thanos was quite willing to find a means of transportation.

As he rode the car, feeling the cool evening breeze in the evening, he squinted and wondered if he had to buy a car. A used car shouldn't be too expensive... Well, it's better to buy a car that is durable and easy to repair. There aren't many guys in this country who can fix cars.

Before long, he arrived at the post office. Thanos was especially careful to rub the hard mud from his boots with the stones on the side of the road before entering. Mrs. Jackson of the post office is the most dedicated employee, or rather, she is the one who obeys the rules and regulations the most. Coming to and from get off work on time, other people are far inferior to her.

But this old lady is also very picky, she has a cleanliness addiction. Thanos didn't know this the first time he went to the post office, brought some dirt in, and was scolded. He didn't want to experience the swearing skills of a rural Texas woman again.

It's really ugly, and you can't fight back.

He pushed open the door, and the wind chimes on the door made a crisp jingle. With a smile on his face, Thanos shouted, "Mrs. Jackson—"

The smile on his face disappeared after a glimpse of the scene behind the clerk's window: "Mrs. Jackson?"

It was a pool of blood.

The simple look that belonged to farmers and ordinary people began to disappear little by little on his face, and was replaced by the gloomy look when he was still a mad Titan. Thanos walked to the staff window calmly, his boots making a thick sound on the clean wooden floor.

Mrs. Jackson was lying behind the chair that belonged to her, the old man's face on the ground, blood pouring out of her body. Her clean shirt and uniform were dyed red, and the floor was messy, full of documents and letters scattered all over the place. The same is true of her purse, which fell to the ground, and its contents are gone.

He called the police, and the town sheriff came quickly. The men who heard the news surrounded the post office, and everyone was angry.

Thanos took a cigarette handed by the sheriff, which he made himself. Everyone knows the hobby of the sheriff. The sheriff is not very tall and has a mustache. The only hobby is making cigarettes.

"Don't take it to heart, Thanos, it's not your fault. Also, my buddy found your letter - the envelope was a little dirty, so I took it out for you on my own initiative, please don't mind. "

"Thank you, Sheriff." Thanos took the letter and nodded. With heavy steps he came to the motorcycle and began to read the letter in the dim light.

"Mr. Thanos Lofels, we have received your letter, but you are not eligible for the loan. Please note that the loan of the local bank is specially prepared for the local long-term residents, you have just lived here One year, please apply after three years of residence, thank you for your letter.”

"Another: A copy of the loan rules is enclosed with the letter, please read it carefully."

"Your allegiance, John Bradley."

As he expected, the loan was rejected. This is normal. Although his own fake resume looks fine, but he doesn't live long in this small rural Texas place, and it is only natural that the local bank is not willing to lend him a little money.

It's just... the top priority now has changed from the whole point of money to something else.

It took him half an hour to get home, and the lights in the neighbor's house were out. They had always gone to bed early, and Thanos locked the car in their driveway and went back to his log cabin. He turned on the light, took off his sweat-soaked jacket and shirt, and took a can of beer from the refrigerator, topless.

A familiar voice came from his living room: "It looks like you had a good time, Thanos."

"...is that you, Your Excellency?"

Thanos turned his head and asked uncertainly.

The speaker emerged from the darkness, who else could it be if it wasn't He Shenyan? He nodded to Thanos: "It's me, just to see how you are doing."

"I understand - prisoners do need to be watched."

"You are not my prisoner."

"Isn't it?" Thanos asked rhetorically. "Although I am not treated like a prisoner, you do look after me, don't you?"

"No one is looking after you, I'm just visiting you out of a certain state of mind."

He Shenyan didn't look much different from when they met, but his mood seemed much better. "I'm not even really here," he said with a smile.

"Since you're all right—it's time for me to leave, Thanos. Also, I thought I had to warn you."

Gu pick

The smile on his face was fleeting, leaving only the peace of seeing through everything. Thanos is familiar with that expression. Once upon a time, he also looked at everyone with this mentality.

He said: "If you still want to live in peace... listen to my advice, don't pursue this. They will get their retribution, and you don't have to get your hands dirty."

Thanos stared at the place where he disappeared, the man who was once famous in the universe for his extreme cruelty and madness, holding a half-drinking can of beer in his hand, his expression was very confused. Sitting on the sofa, he shifted his gaze to the books he had placed on the coffee table.

He Shenyan really didn't really care how Thanos was doing in that world. It was a fact, and it had been a whole year before he remembered that he had to go back and have a look.

In all fairness, after dealing with the gang of aliens who were looking for trouble and sending Gwen back, his vacation was very happy. Either sunbathing and drinking with Geralt in Kyle Morhen all day, or going to the White Tower Council to use the intranet to pick up some useless, but fun little things back, remodel them, and then throw them to Ciri for her to play.

It's just that he returned from vacation, but he didn't forget the business - the bronze statue that led to Gwen's crossing has disappeared, as if it really disappeared.

He Shenyan is very clear about one thing: nothing happens suddenly, you are hungry, so you want to eat. You are thirsty, so you want to drink water. There must be a conspiracy behind that statue, but he can't handle it now.

He had to make a trip back to Valoran, where a Primarch and a Space Marine were conquering the world...and it was time to pick up the people of Rodland.

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"Move forward! Forward!"

Xenovia heard the roar of his superior, his ears buzzing from the Demacian fire. He looked up at the damned Demacian winged cavalry with hatred.

What a bastard who helps the gods, he knows that throwing bombs in the sky, he has the ability to come down!

However, he didn't say it, just buried the roar in his heart, and then marched forward according to the commander's order. In front of them, a tall, silent figure was wielding an axe, capable of several murders with each swing.

The Demacians have been entangled with Noxus on the Topician Plains for months now, and they are tough, and, as always, the Topician Plains are notoriously difficult to defend. This is the border of the Demacians. They are heavily guarded here, and all kinds of elites in the country are sent here first.

But the nascent Noxians were still able to withstand their fire and fight them back and forth.

This has never been done before, and the credit may be attributed to that new Noxian hand. He had accomplished something like no other in Noxian history -- with only one legion, he was tied with, or even slightly won against, Demacians nearly ten times his size.

Following the tragedy of the Immortal Citadel, Darius and Swain joined the other generals in claiming that General Thane had been blessed, restored, and had greater power. Now, he wants to form an army of his own.

As it should be, after the news was released, the quota was crowded out within 24 hours. Everyone wants to fight under General Thane, and despite his symbolic significance as the hand of the original Noxian, he himself is enough to be believed by the Noxians as the embodiment of war.

Actually, it's not that it didn't happen - it's just strictly forbidden. But the soldiers still secretly passed on the belief in Sion. They believed that if they were religious enough, they could return from death like Sion and continue to serve Noxus.

Darius fought at the forefront of the soldiers, for months. He never really left the front line, as he swore when he went to war. He must go first, and the enemy's sword must pass him to reach his soldiers.

However, this oath of glory and courage can sometimes bring trouble, like now.

He had to shout the name of his adjutant loudly while killing the enemy: "Fa Rong! Report to me!"

"Here I am, General!"

A dull voice came from his side, and Darius glanced in that direction.

His lieutenant, Fa Rong, was wearing that steel armor, fighting with an elite Demacian sergeant with a two-handed hammer. The opponent is obviously not ordinary. His pace is solid, and the long spear in his hand is airtight, and he accurately blocks every attack from Farong.

"After you deal with him, come closer to me!"

"As ordered, General!"

Faron's answer made his opponent roar angrily: "You bloody Noxian barbarian!"

"To each other, Demacian pigs."

Farong snorted coldly, and the warhammer in his hand was lifted from the bottom up at a tricky angle. The opponent obviously did not expect this move, but his Demacian steel could bear the price of this mistake for him. He did not die, but inevitably retreated a little due to Farong's power.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on the ugly face under Farong's helmet: That's enough, I just need a small chance.

He immediately bullied him, and his opponent was clearly aware of what he was trying to do. Immediately backhanded the spear, but Farong has made up his mind - this is the opportunity, I want to seize him!

Fortunately, he was lucky.

The Demacian's spear was slightly lacking, after all, he was in a panic. And Faron had a premeditated plan. His warhammer fused the Demacian's head and helmet together, and his blood spattered. He retracted the warhammer, bowed his head slightly, and paid some respect to the opponent.

Of course, Farong knew that he was only lucky to not die. The Demacian's spear is unbelievably sharp, let alone his plate armor, and Faron has no doubt that even the scales of a dragon can't resist that damn spear.

He turned around and searched for the trail of Darius. It didn't take much effort to spot him there, and Darius was always the most noticeable on the battlefield, not just for his slaughtering skills, but also for his height.

After receiving the transformation, he is now two meters five tall, and after putting on the armor, he is a living black and red giant, a killing machine. His armor has also been greatly updated, compared to the original wild armor, but the defense is not very superior. His new armor is a land fortress.

The joints of each joint are airtight, carefully crafted by the Freljord frontier craftsmen, and the red and black are harmoniously integrated. The whole body is streamlined, and the two huge shoulder armors can resist all flying arrows. This armor was called "Mountain Fury" by the group of craftsmen, and they even thought that no one could wear this armor.

Until Darius appeared before them.

"General! Farong reports to you!"

"Wait a minute—you bloody bug!"

Darius was furious, he was rarely so angry, and the reason was actually very simple. A Demacian sneaked up on him, and after discovering that his weapon was useless against his armor, he dropped his broken sword to flee.

This was unprecedented, even though the Demacians were hated by Noxus. But even they would admit that the Demacians were good warriors. But....Look now, what did he see? ! A deserter!

Darius roared, and his voice echoed across the plain, and for a time it overwhelmed any other sound, like thunder. It was especially terrifying: "Face me! You damn coward!"

He threw out the giant axe in his hand, and the guy was cut in half directly by the waist, and the body didn't even fall down after running a few steps. With his death, a strange atmosphere began to spread on the battlefield.

There were expressions of indignation on the faces of many of the Demacians who were close by, and the Noxian soldiers who fought with them immediately began to taunt them, using extremely unpleasant words. But the Demacians couldn't fight back this time, they knew the bastard.

A noble disciple who came to the front line to gild - the God of Flying Wings is above! What the hell happened to us? This is the front line! What the hell is the king thinking...!

Their prayers seemed to have no effect, and the Winged God did not hear them. Only Qian Jue feasted on this battlefield, and Black Wolf and Aries began to extradite their souls again.