Genshin Impact: I live stream my world in Teyvat

As soon as these words came out, Steve's pupils suddenly trembled, and a sense of shock covered his whole body.

"Reason" pushed up his glasses and analyzed calmly:

"If nothing unexpected happens, Herobrine has also killed a Desecrator and obtained the item it dropped."

“——This is the key to solving the current crisis.”

"In terms of strength, it is difficult for us to reach the level of Herobrine, a quasi-god. If we can persuade him, it will be good for everyone."

"Philanthropy" showed a painful expression, obviously she still had a kind heart:

"We are clearly doing things in the name of love, why do you have to label us as having bad intentions? It makes it seem like everything we do is just for ourselves."

Optimistic patted his shoulder and said, "Think positively, the final result will be the same, right?"

『Philanthropy』: "But... I cannot admit my hypocrisy."

『Reason』: "People need to learn to know themselves. Not everything Steve does is for others. If you call it 'hypocrisy' for thinking about yourself a little bit... then not wanting to admit your own hypocrisy is also a kind of hypocrisy."

"You!" Tears welled up in Boai's eyes, and he seemed like he was about to cry in the next second.

"Reason" was unwilling to pay too much attention to him because he was now doing two things at the same time.

While reasoning with him, he also had to command "Wrath" and Steve's original body to deal with Herobrine, the troublesome guy.

To be honest, "philanthropy" and "anger" are the two most difficult guys to deal with in terms of reason.

One is overly emotional, the other is brainless.

However, we have to admit that the latter's strength should not be underestimated.

In Steve's mind space - a place invisible to outsiders, "Anger" and Steve held the God of War's Blade together, and easily cut off the attack from the bedrock spikes near Herobrine, leaving Steve unscathed.

but......

This is an endless battle.

The hardness of the bedrock is evident to all.

Even if it was as hard as the God of War's blade, it would be impossible to cut a hole in it. It would only knock it in other directions to prevent hurting oneself.

This bedrock spike is truly inorganic life, and has no sense of fatigue.

After this simple round of fighting, Steve was out of breath.

"Calm down...Calm down."

Steve kept hypnotizing himself:

"After a long battle, the enemy will inevitably reveal flaws."

"Even if He is... Herobrine!"

......

Chris was anxious when he saw Steve being wrapped in a new space and time by a strange space crack.

When he was trying to find a way to break through the dimension to save Steve, Grave held his shoulder.

SK: Hua Ling's "Butterfly Delusion" directly took the two of them away from here.

At the place where they were originally standing, a thick black and purple tentacle broke out from the ground under their feet. If Greve had not reacted quickly, the two of them might have been entangled by it.

Thinking of this, Greve showed a lingering fear.

He glanced at the distance and found that the last blasphemer was constantly expanding in size, and its disgusting tentacles were extending underground, like the roots of a giant tree, and there was no telling where they would extend to and where they would break out of the ground.

While he was thinking, several tentacles attempted a sneak attack.

Fortunately, Chris used the flying ability of the Infinity Suit to fly into the sky with Graves, and barely avoided the continuous attacks.

When he landed steadily, he came face to face with the King of Disaster.

The ghost of the skeleton horse charged at an incredibly fast speed. Before the two of them could react, the Lord of Disaster had already stood behind them and said indifferently: "Player, this is not the place for you to come."

The other party's tone always implies 'You are weak, leave quickly'.

Greif was slightly displeased and was about to speak when the Lord of Disaster suddenly glanced at him and said calmly, "Player, I remember you."

Greif was stunned.

"You once plundered the tribe of one of our calamity villagers. Although it was a long time ago, I have a good memory."

Grafton felt a pang in his heart.

In the past, he led a gang and indeed plundered countless watchtowers and forcibly stationed villages. They had also suffered "plunder", but they were always driven away by them who thought they were invincible.

And now...

The red giant axe in the hand of the Lord of Disaster simply extended, and with great force, it chopped off a large piece of polyp from the rising tentacle.

But for Greve, he didn't even dare to fight against these terrifying tentacles...

In this world, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry for what I did."

Before he could finish his words, the Lord of Disaster interrupted him again: "I hope that you can say these words from the bottom of your heart, and not just out of admiration after seeing the power I have displayed."

During the conversation, he swung the red axe in his hand, and several tentacles that were about to launch a sneak attack were knocked aside and turned into stars and annihilated.

"otherwise......"

"If it's the latter, it proves that you still have an obsessive worship for that kind of absolute power in your heart."

These words startled Greve.

The King of Disaster continued, "Then again... Isn't everything that is happening in front of you what you once hoped for?"

His blue eyes were filled with hatred, as if he hated the player tribe to the core - especially after listening to the story told by Joey the Pufferfish.

Greif thought back to a time long ago.

Indeed, I made a vow with my companions.

I hope that this world can be divided into many parts, develop a force that can compete with their alliance, and then wars will break out frequently.

In this way, their conquests would seem more meaningful.

"I..." Greve took a step forward and was about to explain, but was blocked by the red axe in the hands of the King of Disaster that suddenly turned back.

The cold light on it was even colder than the eyes of the Lord of Disaster.

He took a deep breath.

Recalling what he had done to the raiders' watchtowers and mansions.

He swallowed and walked forward step by step.

He pressed his chest against the sharpest part of the red axe and let it pierce into his chest.

"I was too young at the time and did not see the true nature of war... You can understand it as a childish act by an ignorant child who possessed power that was beyond his ability."

"The world is changing..."

"You are right. Once the flames of war spread, no one can escape unscathed, no matter how powerful or powerful he is..."

“Peace is the most precious thing.”

"The reason why I came up with such a fallacy was that I was just a fool who was used to living in a peaceful era and had a wrong 'heroic idea' under the influence of passionate movies and TV shows."

"I should cherish your world instead of trampling on it wantonly as an outsider."

"If possible, I would also like to have a chance to make amends to everyone..."

"You think too highly of yourself... Even those gods (who gave the Lord of Disaster power) who are so powerful can't take care of the mess in this world. How dare you, a tiny player, make such a boast?"

"To do or not to do is one thing...and whether you can do it is another thing..." Greve said breathlessly.

At this moment, he couldn't see the expression of the King of Disaster. He just heard him laugh coldly, and then the red axe blade that was inserted into his body was suddenly pulled out.

"You have ten thousand ways to atone for your sins, but the only thing you shouldn't do is to die under my knife."

Perhaps the Lord of Disaster showed mercy and did not switch the Red Axe to its violent state at the beginning. Therefore, Graves, who was wearing high-precision dragon steel armor, only lost half of his health.

"In this world, many of us have our own sins. Not only you, but also me and them... It's too slow to pay off our debts one by one."

“But we still have to do something.”

"Because sin is the most painful thing."

"It chases people much faster than death chases people."

“If people could understand each other just by talking about some high-sounding principles, there wouldn’t be so many disputes in the world.”

"There are always things that ordinary people are unwilling to do, and we 'sinners' need to do them ourselves. We generally call it the process of atonement..."

And just as the Lord of Disaster was speaking endlessly about these great truths, the last blasphemers launched attacks one after another.

But the ghost skeleton horse, the king of disaster, did not cause any harm to the two of them due to his dodging and agility.

Instead, those thick tentacles were cut off one by one.

"Go back to the alliance. This is not your battlefield, kid."

When the King of Disaster said this, his voice became particularly gentle.

After all, he was a man who had fought in the "Battlefield of the Gods" for hundreds of years. The killing and blood did not wipe out his humanity, but instead made his divinity shine even more brightly.

"But......"

Chris was a little confused.

The last blasphemer was much stronger than everyone else. They wanted to help, but were afraid that standing here would hold them back.

"Go back, this is not the place for you to 'play'."

He turned his gaze and looked at the blasphemer:

"This guy is much more difficult to deal with than you think."

"Go back to your alliance and play those pretend leader games. Don't forget that we are not only facing the Blasphemers, but also hundreds of Prowlers."

Greif glanced at the humanoid monsters twisting and crawling in the thick fog.

He was right - the Prowler was indeed a considerable threat to ordinary players, villagers, and animals.

Although they are easy to deal with individually, when they unite and collectively attack a target, hundreds of them become an army, making it possible for a mantis to shake a tree.

however--

With an abundant supply of chlorophyll, they had no chance to unite and were strangled to death one by one.

and.......

Those players who followed Greve to fight all over the world had very good archery skills.

Once Mustard visited a player tribe and piled all the enchantment books he had left over into the warehouse.

Players make full use of these enchantment books as if they were picking up treasures. Even some strange enchantments can be used to make great use of them.

Therefore, the Thunder Alliance is now very safe - if the only external enemy is the Wanderer.

But if we do nothing about the last blasphemer, its thick roots will eventually break through the land within the Thunder Alliance.

Therefore, Chris and Greve looked at each other and became more determined to stay.

"We're not leaving."

Chris said:

"They don't need us to clean up all the wanderers. On the contrary, if we don't kill the last blasphemer, that will be the biggest threat to them."

Greif also smiled. "Danger is a stumbling block for cowards, but a medal for the brave. I will not retreat in the face of difficulties and hide behind like a coward... On the contrary, I will definitely be able to do what I just said."

"Even if you die?"

"Even if I die."

After hearing this affirmative answer, the King of Disaster smiled faintly and murmured: "You are very similar to me in the past."

Chris stood beside the Lord of Disaster, took out the Sword of Domination of the Universe, and said softly: "This sword can cut off everything in the world and annihilate all living things..."

Before he could finish his words, a vine-like tentacle rose from the ground and suddenly attacked Chris's ankle!

Chris cut it off cleanly!

The tentacle's body instantly turned red, and then disappeared, but the wanderer standing in the center was not hurt at all.

"The tentacles and its body are separate?"

"Yes."

The Lord of Disaster shrugged:

"It's very flexible, and its movement speed is no slower than that player's fancy flash. Even with an ender pearl, it's hard to get close to the main body. Moreover, the closer it is to the main body, the faster it regenerates, faster than... the speed at which you swing your sword."

Chris pursed his lips slightly...things were getting tricky.

Greve looked at the Blasphemer. It was like a giant flower bud, constantly growing petals to protect itself, and its roots were very long and difficult to approach.

Unfortunately, there is no sword technique that can separate the outer shell of his drawn sword Artemis "Yaoyue".

"Absolute: "The dawn light that burns the seas"!"

Thousands of auroras rushed out from the blade, cutting through the clutter. Although it gave everyone a brief moment to rest, this sword skill not only did not reduce their number, but made the newly born parts even harder.

Moreover, the speed at which it drilled out from the ground was getting faster and faster.

It can even directly break up the soil on the ground!

In this way, the speed at which the tentacles directly touch them becomes much faster!

The earth is crumbling. It is already difficult to stand firm and not be wrapped up, let alone avoid those deadly attacks!

At the critical moment, several dark blue insects suddenly emerged from the ground, biting the tentacles viciously and pulling them back...

Unable to withstand this huge force, the tentacle shook, giving the oncoming person an opportunity to take advantage!

I saw a sharp trident brushing past Chris's body and shooting straight into the body of the Blasphemer!

"Crack——!"

The Red Axe of the Lord of Disaster follows closely behind!

The sound of flesh being cut rang clearly in everyone's ears, followed by shrill and desperate screams!

The deafening and piercing sound almost makes it impossible to think!

After the sound stopped briefly, Chris and Greve could see who was coming.

"The Drowned King?"

"No...who is the one behind?"

On the lawn contaminated by the Spectral Matter, the Spectral King walked out from the shadows step by step.

"Hello, I am the King of Youni."

He glanced around indifferently and asked:

"Does anyone know where Herobrine went?"