The gray-black cart was rushing in the wilderness, and the specially made giant tires easily crushed all blocking objects.

Whether it is a wild thief, a rock barrier, or something more subtle...

"Is that the slumber man?"

"No, they are much cuter than these stinky guys."

The black creatures blocked the way, they looked like the earthlings in the next world, but judging from the fact that their claws were rushing towards any living creature, it didn't seem to be the same thing.

They tried to climb along the edge of the cart. The fully covered low-chassis body was like the full body armor of a turtle, and there was basically no place to climb.

But they still did not give up, and even tried to climb up against the tires.

"Catch one."

Zheng Li glanced through his eyes and found that something was wrong... Even the natives in the next world had broken soul fragments in their bodies, and these "life" were too pure, so pure that Zheng Li could only see negligible spiritual energy.

Soon, the dark natives were thrown in front of Zheng Li.

Wu Sanjun's brute force shocked the steel floor, and the natives were shattered and their hands and feet were cracked... Even so, its upper body still climbed towards life, and its hands and feet were doing their own things, persisting in attacking the previous creatures.

Zheng Li looked down and saw from the broken place that it was pure soil.

"Sure enough, there is something wrong with this soil."

It seems to be somewhat similar to the clay figure before, but when I touched it, I realized that this is completely different. Those "clay figure figure figures" are recognized lives, with souls and bodies... Even if the body is a little special, they still become intelligent lives driven by independent souls at the moment of independence.

And what's in front of you...

"The amount of psychic energy is similar to that of stones. These things should have no self, but how can they work?"

Song Ying was a little incomprehensible, but Zheng Li vaguely found the answer.

"Iron Man...I mean the iron man of the old era, not all steel creatures, and can operate without a soul."

"That's different. I have looked up the literature. The technology was quite developed back then. Iron Man was a pure technological creation and the technological crystallization of civilization. Before being awakened by the Atel people, they were just pure dead objects."

Zheng Li smiled, "You girl talks about technology to me?" Only those who have truly experienced the old era know that... nothing is impossible, no rules cannot be broken, and no laws can be applied forever.

"What's the difference? Technology in the past was the rule of our hometown world, and the soil here can move and be pinched into human form is also the rule here, and the rules here..."

Zheng Li spread his hands, and the mud and sand on his hands dissipated with the wind, but they were still stubbornly entangled with each other and forced them to get together.

"............Hey, the rules here are determined by this world. It may not like us..."

Zheng Li looked up and the sky was still pitch black. There was a violent explosion in the dense thunder clouds. The thunder sounded. In addition to the sound of Xiao Sha, the strong wind brought more of a strange smell... and there was also a vague hostility, and the increasingly intense sense of crisis.

"Be ready for battle, we are probably unwelcome bad guys."

And just by crossing this mountain, Zheng Li's words were verified.

All over the mountains were filled with monsters. Not only did they attack Zheng Li's cart, but the local residents were also affected.

"How could so many!"

Hundreds, over thousands, or more than ten thousand? No, when the eyes are full of these black mud monsters, no one can estimate their number.

Originally, the backbone of the Peace War group underestimated this kind of thing. After all, not only is its physical fragility but also has no obvious psychic reaction, but it is basically a symbol of a weak chicken in the multiverse.

But if the number of this weak chicken exceeds one million, tens of millions or even unlimited, no one can continue to be calm.

"...I want this thing! It's great! You guys can help me catch more."

While everyone was thinking about how to deal with it next and whether to start preparing to retreat, Song Ying's scream broke the calm.

"Image, image."

Zheng Li shook his head helplessly, "Don't you care nothing?" Some clay people, as for some clay people? Haven't you collected the specimens of clay people over there before? Compared with that, isn't this the soul and less spiritual energy?"

"You know XX, it breaks the principle of adapting soul and body. As long as you study it thoroughly... The scale of my legion is limited by my psychic limit! My paradise is limited by my personal limit. As long as you get it, countless kinds of alien creatures are living together..."

Song Ying's delicate glasses were all crazy, which surprised many members of the League with low qualifications, but veterans knew that this was her true nature.

"And, from the elemental attributes, it is the earth genus, and I am the wood genus, earth produces wood, which is great, innate, my paradise..."

She didn't hide it, nor did she care about her image... She was so quiet before, but she didn't meet someone she really needed to care about.

During her journey a few years ago, she would almost do this when she met a "baby". However, with the strengthening of the Peace Chapter in recent years, there were no specimens and it was difficult to get the samples, so she seemed so calm (salted fish).

Now, when she encounters something she really desires, she expresses her desire without any concealment.

This is very good... In Zheng Li's opinion, this is quite good. Each team member has his own desires. Others follow you and are not here to seek blessings. Zheng Li uses it more at ease if he can clearly express his desires.

As a sword master, a psychic who is purely firm in his mind is growing at a fast pace... But there is not much difference between "desire" and "wish". It is actually difficult to distinguish between "good seedlings" who always desire progress and the "greedy ones" who pursue self-satisfaction crazy.

Generally speaking, if there are core members who express their desires, it is still a key "material" related to the Sword Master's career, Zheng Li will give priority to meeting it.

But this time, it won't work.

"Give up. Song Ying, we don't have time to play with them."

"Is it because of war..."

There is a rare possibility of more rationality in Song Ying's eyes. She recalled that satisfying the desires of all the members of the League is indeed one of the foundations of the League's existence.

But if everyone is put in danger for a certain individual, or lose more...

Zheng Li shook his head.

"No, this war is actually mainly tentative, and it doesn't have much impact on whether we participate or not. I just think this thing may not meet your requirements."

He tore a dirt-headed flying dragon flying onto the deck, and Zheng Li threw it under the cart.

"Although I never think there is any iron law that cannot be broken, I don't think the first law of psychics will be easily crushed in this 'ordinary' world."

Although there were extremely rare soul fragments between Zheng Li's hands, they were absorbed by him.

"This is similar to magic. It looks extremely magical and easily breaks human common sense and natural rules, but in the end, it is actually because we have not seen through its hidden mechanism."

Seeing Zheng Li saying so surely, Song Ying calmed down.

She looked at the mud and sand on the ground, not as fanatic as before... She calmed down and thought seriously about the subtext under Zheng Li's words.

"So, you mean, have you seen through its mechanism?"

"Some guesses. But expectations are wrong... Perhaps this hunting is a mistake in itself."

Looking at the battlefield in the distance, the cart did not stop, and Zheng Li could not abandon his comrades and crush the endless mud beasts and the mud monsters all the way forward.

Suddenly, Zheng Li turned around and said to Song Ying.

"Go and tell Rousseau and let him speed up the progress. We will use that soon... Hopefully there won't be that day."

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When the peace battle group on the edge of the battlefield was surrounded by countless earth monsters, the human battle group in the center of the battlefield encountered more than a hundred times the dilemma.

"Do you, no matter how you can't kill it."

"They don't have the concept of death..."

Unlike the fragile mud monsters on the outside, the "life" here is much stronger.

Here, the nine-headed and three-winged dragons, tall rock giants as big as mountains, and champion knights who fight in groups. Each of the earth creatures may only be able to exert a very small part of the combat power of the primordial body, but with this countless number and immortal body, the battlefield participants feel more and more unsolvable.

"Damn it, this is the gladiator world, these hell things are simulating the powerful people of the past..."

When it reached this point, everyone on the battlefield recognized it.

This is obviously not accidental... As a star-level world, the danger level of this world itself is not high, but because it is in a state of war for a long time, and the participants of the war often take out messy weapons, destroying the strong people in the area, etc., making the journey here very dependent on luck.

Over the years, too many strong men have buried their bones here, and senior veterans have seen the already extinct powerful race.

At this point, the sword masters have no doubt about their fighting will and patience, but when they get to the point where these strange "clay men" don't have much spiritual power, it also means...

"......No matter who is behind the scenes, his consumption is super low. I'm afraid these dolls are endless."

In fact, experienced warriors need to know how to advance and retreat. When they look at the increasingly "ancient powerful people" and the "ancient species" are awakened, the warriors are seriously considering the possibility of retreating.

After all, if you have to retreat, it is better to make decisions when you still have physical strength and psychic energy.

"Notify other big cars and we are ready to back off."

“But our people….”

The Rangers are still working hard to find the sentry that has already sneaked into the Iron City. At this time, they may make the opponent shrink their troops and clear their internal forces...that is equivalent to selling their teammates.

"Look at it."

With the guidance of an old leader, they were surprised to find that these natives were also hitting the city wall.

Iron men were constantly dragged down from the city wall and then torn into pieces of iron sheets.

"They're not the same group?"

Someone said in surprise.

But the old leader shook his head.

"No, it should be a group of people. This world has never encountered such a thing before. It happened when the Atels were in danger. I don't think it could be a coincidence. I prefer that this is a special means, a special means that are uncontrollable/easy to be out of control."

"Retreat, send a signal, they all have their own means of escape. If the situation is still so chaotic, there is no problem for them to retreat."
To be continued...