Chapter 744
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Broken Sword Gemael appeared behind the old man and slit his throat with his dagger … Broken Sword's arm was grabbed by the old man. Under the corrosion of the Grey Fog, Broken Sword's arm lost its color and fell to the ground.
The crystal ball in the old man's hand shattered into pieces. The Undead Legion, who were confronting the heroes, stopped swinging their swords at this moment. Spots of starlight appeared on their bodies, and they finally disappeared from the battlefield.
"Is this the last life?"
Josiah exhaled slightly and looked at the old man with a twisted face in the distance. The cannon of the Iron Nation's Master Craftsman Bazuli had finished cooling down.
The last thing he saw before his consciousness dissipated was the roar of the cannon and the sound of the explosion.
The cannon calmed everything down. The gray part of the Holy Spirit battlefield was dyed in color again. Broken Sword Gemael, who had fallen to the ground, stood up again.
"How many times have we killed them?"
Josiah looked at the time on the livestream. It had been more than an hour.
It wasn't long, but there were a total of thirteen heroes participating in the battle. Thirteen Holy Spirit heroes unleashing their skills on the soldiers on the battlefield was no laughing matter.
"About … 300 times?"
Hiri's voice sounded tired. Two of the thirteen heroes were controlled by her.
Controlling the creations in the space of consciousness required a lot of energy, but Fuya didn't seem to be affected by the fatigue.
In the real world, Fuya was still in a deep sleep.
"Fuya, are you going to continue the livestream?"
Josiah looked at Fuya, who was about to log into the Holy Spirit, and instantly realized that his sister might have learned another magical skill, which was to livestream in dreams.
Fuya nodded and didn't answer Josiah. The Almighty found a chair and a table and moved it in front of Fuya.
Josiah didn't livestream the entire battle. He only revealed a small part of it. The livestream had changed from the Holy Spirit battlefield in reality to the Holy Spirit battlefield in the game.
Fuya seemed to be preparing for the second round in the Holy Spirit battlefield in the game.
"I can still hold on a little longer."
Ciri was already in a state of yawning. She had used the spirit magic that could relieve fatigue on herself.
"Also, our bodies are lying on the bed in reality, so … does this count as sleeping?" Hiri asked uncertainly.
"I can use this opportunity to make the new accessories for the Holy Spirit."
"I'm working even in my dreams. Is there anyone more dedicated than me in the world?"
"I'm working even in my dreams. Is there anyone more dedicated than me?"
Josh summoned the consciousness of the World Tree and activated the game 'Holy Spirit's editing mode in the space of his consciousness.
"Report! There's still a bunch of people in the Unmoving Library waiting for you to update Sherlock Holmes. Taylin and I are waiting as well. There's also the filming of the new movie, Warcraft and Hearthstone, and the mini-games in the gaming section … "
Hiri suddenly raised his hand, listing some of the work that Josh had left undone for a long time.
"Ah! Trust me … I'm already working on it. Uhh … maybe it's better to leave it to someone else. "
Josiah thought about it carefully. It was true that he hadn't spent much time on writing recently. He went to Assequero a while ago and was busy preparing for the Holy Spirit Open.
The things that Hiri listed hadn't been updated in a long time.
"Minecraft, a new module."
Fu Ya, who had been attacking the Holy Spirit all this while, suddenly said.
"You guys are still playing it …"
Josiah felt that his sister should have no time to play Minecraft since she was working on the Holy Spirit twenty-four hours a day.
"Quite a few people in the Film Society have been playing that server. The Flower of Falosi is about to restore the entire Falosi capital," Hiri informed Josiah of their progress.
"A new module. It feels so troublesome."
Josiah had already summoned the five heroes chosen by the Iron Forger and was ready to create accessories exclusive to the Iron Forger for them.
"I think it's troublesome too. In the past, my way of dealing with things was that since there's already so much that I haven't done, I don't feel burdened if I add more."
Hiri suddenly turned from a fan who urged for updates to a little devil who whispered depraved words into Josiah's ears.
"I want to ignore them all, but the process of creating is quite interesting."
Josiah imagined the Iron Forger's armor in his mind and watched the hero in front of him slowly become a knight in pitch-black armor.
"But it's not realistic for me to create all the interesting content on the Weave."
"I remember something you said before. Rather than giving the fish to others, why not eat the fish yourself?"
Hiri could only rely on Josiah to drive away her sleepiness.
"No, it's better to teach others how to fish."
The content that Hiri mentioned before made Josiah feel a little powerless.
"The Weave is already developed. There are already excellent creators for novels, movies, and music. What's left is games … The barrier to entry for games is too high. But for my world module, I'll consider creating a module editor, as well as a map editor for Warcraft."
Josiah had already finished creating the Iron Forger accessory for the Spirit of Nothingness.
"Is there a Holy Spirit Hero Editor?" Hiri suddenly asked.
This question seemed to pique Fuya's interest.
"Not at the moment." Josiah gave them a discouraging answer. "But I'll make a game that allows you to play as a hero."
"The game you mentioned before called 'Brave Versus Evil Dragon'?"
"That game is basically a hero that I've created. You'll have to follow my background and adventure in the game world. I'm talking about an online game, a real virtual world."
Josh would chat with Ciri about many strange topics during his nap, ranging from some of the game's ideas and playstyles to some of the more bizarre memes that he knew of.
"Didn't you say that it's hard to make?"
"Hard is one thing, but I feel like I need to make it now."
Josiah glanced at the Holy Spirit Army's high ground.
"If the Tribunal of Heresy turns the dead soldiers on the Frost Plains into those … Undead, we'll have to face more than just one or two thousand enemies … No matter how strong the Holy Spirit Heroes are, there's a limit. So I've decided to give this power to the players on the Weave."
Josiah looked at Shiratori who was standing on his head.
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