The man moved, stood up, patted off some of the sand stuck to his cloak, bent down, and made his way out of the bedroom. He walked out of the room with large strides and stood in front of seven or eight thugs. The thugs were riding dune buggies that could travel in the desert. The models were clearly old models, appearing large and bloated. The car's shell was greasy, and it had also been modified. Conical steel thorns were installed on both sides of the car, or thin cloth short barbed plates were installed on the front of the car.
They also had guns in their hands, all of which were olden era rifles. Although they couldn't compare to magic energy weapons, it was still quite easy to make some holes in unarmed men's bodies. Moreover, one of them was even carrying a rocket launcher. Even though they only had one artillery shell, it was enough to shock them.
In front of such firepower, as long as one was slightly clear-headed, they would know what to do.
So the man asked, "How much tax do we have to pay?"
The leader of Green Ghost was a middle-aged man in his forties. Perhaps he used to be a strong man, but now his stomach was protruding, and his muscles weren't as defined as before. Coupled with his messy hair, he didn't look much better than a tramp. He had a green sweat towel tied around his forehead, and he was talking about a cigar he had picked up from who knew where. He, who had never been willing to smoke, only held the cigar in his mouth without lighting it. He was wearing an old leather jacket without any underwear, and there was an iron necklace hanging in front of his fluffy chest. The leader on the dune buggy held a rifle in his hand and pointed the muzzle at the man. "That depends on how much you think your life is worth."
A thin man wearing a patched cloak walked up with a dagger in his hand. When he smiled, he revealed a row of yellow teeth, one of which was missing an incisor. He reached out to search the man's body, and the dagger was pressed against the man's neck.
"You'd better not touch me," the man said softly.
The thin man chuckled, "You're not a woman, so what are you afraid of? Don't worry, our brothers aren't interested in men's buttocks.
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Then, he reached into the man's cloak. The moment he touched the man's body, the thin man's hand first felt cold, and then there was a bone-biting pain! He screamed and pulled out his hand. Unknowingly when, a ball of fire had ignited in his hand, a dark yellow flame. The flames were supposed to be scorching hot, but the skinny man only felt a bone-chilling cold. His hand was quickly burned by the flames, and the flames greedily spread to his whole body. The skinny man screamed in the fire and tried to walk back, but before he could take two steps, he turned into a pile of ash. Strangely, his cloak, shoes, and other external items were not damaged at all!
The leader of the Green Ghouls widened his eyes, and the cigar in his mouth fell to the sand. Then he roared, "Open fire, kill this bastard!"
Before he could finish, he suddenly felt that the gun in his hand was burning hot. Unbeknownst to him, a ball of flame had already wrapped around his gun and extended to his body. The leader screamed, but he was soon silenced, for flames were spewing out of his mouth and eyes.
Within a few seconds, the seven or eight thugs had all turned into black ash, but their clothes showed no signs of burning. As if he had done something insignificant, the man turned to walk into the house. However, the moment he turned around, the space around him underwent a massive change. The desert and town were gone, and this was a barren battlefield. Gray corpses could still be seen on the battlefield. In the distance, warships were burning and falling, and the roar of some giant beast could be heard in the void.
In the sky above this battlefield, a sea of fire stretched across. Below the sea of fire floated a throne, and on it sat a man. He was extremely dignified, like a monarch who controlled the life and death of all living things. He looked down at the man and said, "How long are you going to run?"
The man said indifferently, "I call it confrontation."
"Confrontation?" The monarch on the throne said in a deep voice, "I don't know what the meaning of this is, just like you sighing endlessly at a pile of dead things. I really can't understand the behavior of creatures like you. No matter how much I sigh, the dead can't be reborn. "
"You're right, our race is called the God of Destruction and Creation, but we can create all things, but we can't create life. That's why I can only look at some things of the past to remember a certain face that has already passed away. "
"Of course you won't understand. After all, you're not a living thing, you're just a program created by the Creator."
The man on the throne said without any fluctuation in his voice, "Since you understand this, you should know that this kind of confrontation is meaningless. Even if you suppress my will to delay the arrival of dusk, dusk will still come eventually. "
"Just like how there's nothing eternal in the universe, everything will eventually die, and life is a process from birth to death. Our arrival at dusk is only to complete this process ahead of time. So what's the meaning of your confrontation? "
Lightly taking off the hood of his cloak, a determined face was revealed. The man said, "Even so, no one is qualified to complete this process ahead of time. In the end, the Creator is only trying to plunder the energy of this universe, so there's no need to make it sound so dignified. "
"Then what about you, and that so-called plan of yours," the man on the throne said, "Do you really think you can hide it from me? I didn't stop you because there's no point in doing so. Let's not talk about whether this plan will succeed, and even if it does, so what if you kill me? "
"Once I disappear, the Creator will know immediately. At that time, he will personally enter this universe, and it won't just be the end of an era, but the destruction of the entire universe! "
The man on the ground laughed, "If the Creator could directly enter this universe, he wouldn't need to create you and us, and he wouldn't need to create a big universe farm like Eboynes. He wouldn't be able to directly enter this universe, or rather, he would have to pay a high price that he isn't willing to pay. "
The man on the throne was silent.
"Alright, you've said enough today, you can disappear now. As long as I can still suppress you, I have the final say, understand? "The man on the ground stretched out his hand and waved.
Like a corner of a curtain being lifted, the battlefield, the sea of fire, and the throne disappeared one by one. The world was still that world, and the small town was still that small town. Only the voice of the man on the throne reverberated in the air, "How long can you suppress me? It doesn't matter, I can wait. Time is also meaningless to me."
"But I do, bastard. At the very least, I can buy him some time. "
This time, there was no reply.
He looked at the hut in front of him and whispered, "You said before that if I loved you, I would plant a tree for you. I promised, I said I would plant a forest for you, because my love for you is not something a mere tree can express. "
"Unfortunately, I was forced to sleep before I could fulfill this promise. Lanny, now that I've given you a forest, will you blame me for coming too late? "
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