They all call me master

Chapter 921 Pride and Prejudice II

Under the cover of night, blood appeared.

The huge force smashed the head of the 'Constructor' in one fell swoop.

However, there was no brain in the shattered head of this 'Constructor'.

Even, it is not entirely made of flesh and blood, it is mixed with a lot of wood, wires, screws, nuts and transistor-like things.

After losing his head, the 'Constructor' did not fall.

Even able to speak——

"Is it like a distortion field?

good! good!

pity……

You have no idea who you are facing! "

There were muffled sounds in the chest and abdomen, which replaced the vocal cords in the mouth.

At the same time, the slender limbs moved together, like arrows, covering Mr. Smith.

Click, click, click!

In a series of crisp sounds, the limbs of the 'Constructor' were like shackles one after another, tying up Mr. Smith from head to toe.

Tethered firmly in place.

The backpack belonging to the 'Constructor' fell straight to the ground, and the four small wheels rotated rapidly, quickly transporting the backpack to a distance of a hundred meters away -

boom!

The fire flickered.

The sound roared.

The ground trembled, and soon, the crimson flame completely turned blue, and a bright green filled it.

And another 'Constructor' emerged from the backpack.

He looked at this scene and smiled happily.

“Feel my passion?

You thought..."

puff!

A unique muffled sound interrupted the chattering of the 'Constructor'.

At some point, Mr. Smith, freed from his restraints, appeared behind the 'Constructor' and punched the 'Constructor' through.

Different from the first skull.

This time it's the body.

The ‘Constructor’ was stunned.

Then, he turned his head 180 degrees and looked at Mr. Smith behind him.

The tiny eyes lit up like lamps, and countless secret texts formed by [Pictures and Words] flickered in those eyes.

"Space travel?

wrong!

It’s not all about shuttling, there’s also a sense of overlapping…

interesting! So fun! "

After hearing the analysis of the 'Constructor' in front of him, Mr. Smith was not impatient. He drew out his fist and punched the 'Constructor' on the head.

Snap!

The head of the ‘Constructor’ was smashed.

However, Mr. Smith looked to the side alley.

During his 'traveler's journey', he could clearly feel that a real 'constructor' had appeared there.

As for the two previous ‘constructors’?

It's also true.

It can be said that every ‘Constructor’ is real, but they are also all fake.

They are all controlled by a 'Constructor'.

This scene made Mr. Smith frown slightly.

He recalled the 'Puppet Queen' Robin.

He had met the other party once.

At that time, he was still 'He'.

Naturally it was unpleasant to meet.

'He' was pushed to the ground and beaten for a week, and then he escaped with the help of his 'Traveler's Path' domain. Moreover, this was the 'Human Puppet Queen' who did not really want to kill Him, otherwise If so, He would have died long ago.

It is precisely because of this that cracks appeared in the rock-solid ‘He’.

It also gave him a chance to regain his sobriety.

For that Queen, Mr. Smith is grateful.

But Mr. Smith was disgusted with the 'constructor' in front of him.

because--

He smelled rat meat.

Although some unique drugs are added, the base material remains the same, which is human flesh mixed with rat meat.

As a tavern owner, what he hates most is rats.

Not only will it scare the customer away, but he will also steal his food.

That was what his wife made for him.

so--

Snap!

The 'Constructor' who just walked out was smashed by Mr. Smith again.

But immediately, another 'Constructor' came out. The flashing words in his slender eyes had stopped, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Confirmed!

Not a secret technique.

Nor is it a talent.

But...

field!

It is a realm that only gods can have - obviously, you are not a god, but you can have such power. Are you... the god you once were?

Then, integrate the domain into the talent! "

Speaking of this, the new 'Constructor' trembled all over.

He laughed.

"Great! Great!

The flesh and blood of a god, even if it is just the flesh and blood of a former god, is enough to make me go one step further! "

The ‘Constructor’ stared at Mr. Smith with his eyes fixed on him, and then took a step forward.

At night, the starry sky reappears.

The ‘Constructor’ stepped up the ranks and began to show his strength in a true sense——

A hundred constructors poured down from the steps.

They all looked at Mr. Smith and smiled.

"Give me your flesh and blood!"

Mr. Smith narrowed his eyes.

But he couldn't hide his surprise.

The scene before him really surprised Mr. Smith.

With the experience of being a god, it is difficult for anything to surprise Mr. Smith, but the scene in front of him was really beyond Mr. Smith's cognition.

There is no phantom after the sublimation of [Spirituality].

No!

To be precise, the [Spirituality] that should have been sublimated was dispersed among the one hundred ‘Constructors’, causing a qualitative change in the one hundred ‘Constructors’ - although none of these ‘Constructors’ are step-ascenders, the transformation over the years and the strange blessing of the ‘Step-ascending’ ladder have allowed most of them to begin to touch the ‘entry’ level, and a few are even at the ‘entry’ level.

Mr. Smith doesn’t care about one ‘Constructor’.

But what about one hundred ‘Constructors’?

Even if they are not truly complete ‘Constructors’.

But the changes brought about by quantity are no joke.

Huh!

Mr. Smith took a deep breath.

He knew that he had to fight hard.

His ‘Traveler’s Path’ must burn to the extreme before he can have the possibility of winning.

After that?

He will truly lose the ‘Traveler’s Path’.

But is it important?

It’s not important.

He wants to live.

Live with my wife, and then leave this shitty place controlled by "death".

"Parting, it's always so sudden."

Mr. Smith whispered.

He raised his hand to unbutton his collar.

He needed more oxygen to support this burning.

But just as Mr. Smith was about to start -

it was foggy.

The gray fog was extremely thick.

It enveloped the entire block in an instant.

Thousands of undead rushed towards the hundred "constructors" like a tide.

Under the moonlight, six undead war horses pulled the carriage across the sky. Melinda didn't even look down, she just stared at Arthur in front of her, with a faint smile on her lips.