National Juggernaut

Chapter 446 Work
When seeing Liu Yu'an again, Zheng Li didn't expect to be in such a mood.

He once thought, hesitated, and even got angry in advance, but he didn't expect it to be so flat in the end.

Yes, calm even to the point of indifference. Looking at the quasi-ghost-level evil ghost in front of him, Zheng Li worked hard for a long time, but he couldn't squeeze out any anger or joy of revenge.

"Maybe, it's because of the result of being beyond recognition. Maybe, I also know that 'it' is not the 'it' after all. Maybe, I also know that the soul of the real hero has completely collapsed in the dream, and the only ones left here are evil spirits." The walking dead we use to humiliate humanity.”

This is a rare ruin of civilization, like the upper part of a flooded skyscraper.

Floods laced with massive amounts of silt had ravaged the place and formed ugly stone islands of plaster and debris, interspersed with ruins of buildings like pieces of meat stuck on a barbecue grill to hang various show off.

Time is too ruthless. The group of dead bones hanging high in the past has long been turned into fly ash. Now there are only some broken bricks and broken tiles here, as well as a group of evil spirits who rely on instinct to hunt.

Among them, "Liu Yu'an" was probably the most eye-catching, and Zheng Li saw him immediately.

It was a huge turquoise evil ghost, with a deformed assembled body more than four meters high, with deformed and violent muscles all over its body, and a horned human head growing on its right arm, as if it was worried about being killed by others. Misunderstanding, there are military meritorious service hanging on the arm.

The double pupils of the human head are demented, as if there is nothing in Zheng Li's soul eyes, and I also found that there is really nothing in it, it is a mass of ghosts, spiritual energy and flesh, disgusting flesh and blood Assembly monster.

The deformed arm is already conspicuous enough, but as a "landmark", the more impressive logo is indeed his back.

A gray (originally white) dove relief is carried on its back, embedded in the flesh and blood of the back like a brand. The olive branch on the dove's beak is ironic.

This should have made people angry. But as mentioned above, Zheng Li, who was cold in heart, was shaken by his "thinness".

".You have analyzed the reason so clearly, so naturally you won't be excited. Since it's work, let's finish it well."

It was the heartless cat who spoke comforting words.

Indeed, Zheng Li's various observations and feedbacks are all a result. Now that monster is 100% a ghost creature, or a high-level ghost pawn with low intelligence. It is really difficult for him to connect it with the person he is familiar with.

". Hurry up and get back to work. This patchwork product that doesn't even have a trace of human soul will affect my appetite for lunch."

Well, that's the way it is, but Zheng Li, who laughed dumbfounded, also felt less troubled.

Perhaps the rules of the ghost world allow it to be resurrected repeatedly, but the soul has a limit. No matter how distorted the consciousness is, it will be dispelled over the long years. In the end, it can only be pieced together with new spirit bodies. Perhaps the original version of " It" is indeed a high-quality ghost general, but now it is just a degraded beast. The first time it saw him, Zheng Li immediately realized that it was not "him".

angry?sorrow?anger?Presumably, nothing will change.

Revenge, from individuals to groups, is already a given.

"Oh, since the time has come, it's time for us to take revenge." When such a consensus becomes the general trend of human society, there is no need for personal emotions to embellish, inspire, and motivate.

Just do it and that's it.

"Boom."

Holding the bloody long knife in his hand, Zheng Li did not choose to turn into a ghost.

He just stepped forward slowly, walking towards the group of evil ghosts, those leftovers with only instinct left, but was pleasantly surprised to find the lone prey, and rushed over cheering.

Zheng Li sighed, a little regretful and helpless, he originally thought that this final farewell would be a little bit ceremonial.

The light of the knife turned into a shining moon arc on the surface of the earth, and the quasi-ghost general without wisdom is just a reckless beast, and the only thing to meet every struggle is the full moon that has gathered momentum to the limit.

As the blood moon came to an end, in the midst of broken meat and wreckage, Zheng Li flicked the long knife helplessly to let the filthy blood go away. Even Yu Ying was complaining about the smell of the rancid blood in her mind. .

Zheng Li took out a bottle of beer from his carry-on luggage.

He remembered that this was the favorite of Liu Yu'an and most of the soldiers. When he was tired and boring in the evening, he would serve two bottles with peanuts.

The wine was poured down slowly, along with a small plate of peanuts. The heroic spirit who was supposed to comfort him had already left.

Thinking of the exposition of the human soul in "The Treasure", Zheng Li became more and more unable to immerse himself in sadness.

Judging from the results, maybe "he" has already returned to the place where he should go.

"Hope, he can go back, although it's a bit far away"

Shaking his head, Zheng Li threw away his redundant thoughts. The past is over, and now it is just a job, a task to be completed. Just like revenge later.

"Then, let's do it thoroughly."

Zheng Li opened his hands, and Aquarius fulfilled the previous agreement. When the "demolition pusher" was held in his hands again, Zheng Li slowly stepped into the sea.

Ten minutes later, this area sank into the sea again, and the young man with the huge "peace dove" on his back stepped directly onto the ship, preparing to return to his cart.

"Report them safe."

It took a lot of talking and talking to convince them to let me perform tasks independently. If you only look at the energy level, this quasi-ghost general is quite bluffing, and even has a quasi-myth in its hands.

But instinctive creatures without intelligence, even the patchwork of impurity psionic applications are a mess, and the mode of action is too simple.

Unless you have the strength of crushing level, in front of the master of time, the boss who can "back up (record attack mode)" is really not enough to watch.

Zheng Li just spent a little more time and finished all the "cleaning up" work.

At this time, it was already the third day of the "diplomatic work". After confirming that the situation was relatively stable and no other ghost kings were trying to enter this space, Zheng Li and his party continued to complete their unfinished tasks.

Before the "old friend" was buried, Zheng Li and his party also completed the demolition work of some other "landmarks". It's time to return.

As for the dismantling of all the landmarks, it is reasonable to say that the first landmark should also be revived, but whether it is from online reports or gossip among the battle groups, the resurrection of the "landmark" has actually stopped.

The helpless and unavoidable funeral has ended, and the traces of the old times have sunk into the sea one by one.

This quietly changing world seems to have ushered in a new day.

(End of this chapter)