They all call me master.

Chapter 921 Pride and Prejudice II

Under the cover of night, blood appeared.

The huge force instantly smashed the Constructor's head.

However, there was no brain matter inside the shattered head of this "Constructor".

In fact, it's not entirely made of flesh and blood, but is mixed with a lot of wood, metal wires, screws and nuts, and transistor-like things.

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

Even able to speak——

"Something like a distortion field?

good! good!
pity……

You have no idea who you are facing!"

There were bursts of muffled sounds coming from between the chest and abdomen, which replaced the vocal cords in the mouth.

At the same time, the slender limbs moved in unison, like a shot arrow, enveloping Mr. Smith.

Click, click, click!
With a series of crisp sounds, the Constructor's limbs became like shackles, binding Mr. Smith from head to toe.

Firmly bound in place.

The backpack belonging to the Constructor fell directly to the ground, and the four small wheels turned quickly, quickly transporting the backpack to a distance of a hundred meters away.

boom!
The fire flickered.

The sound roared.

The ground began to tremble, and soon, the red flames turned completely blue, with a bright green color filling it.

And another "constructor" crawled out from the backpack.

He watched this scene and laughed.

“Do you feel my enthusiasm?

You think…”

puff!
A unique muffled sound interrupted the Constructor's chatter.

At some point, Mr. Smith, who had broken free from his restraints, appeared behind the Constructor and punched him through with another punch.

Different from the first head.

This time it's the body.

The Constructor was stunned.

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

A light like a lamp lit up in those tiny eyes, and countless secret words formed by [picture and complex language] flickered in those eyes.

"Space travel?
wrong!

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

Interesting! Very interesting! "

After hearing the analysis of the 'Constructor' in front of him, Mr. Smith was neither impatient nor anxious. He pulled out his fist and punched the 'Constructor' on the head again.

Snapped!
The Constructor's head was smashed.

However, Mr. Smith looked to the alley on the side.

In his 'Traveler's Journey', he could clearly feel that a real 'Constructor' had appeared there.

As for the two 'constructors' before?
Also true.

It can be said that every "Constructor" is real, but also fake.

They are all controlled by a 'Constructor'.

This scene made Mr. Smith frown slightly.

He recalled the 'Queen of Puppetry' Robin.

He had met the other party once.

At that time, he was still 'Him'.

Naturally the meeting was unpleasant.

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

Because of this, cracks appeared in the rock-solid 'Him'.

It also gave him a chance to regain consciousness.

Mr. Smith is grateful to the Queen.

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 does not change, which is human flesh mixed with rat meat.

As a tavern owner, he hated rats the most. Not only did they scare away customers, but they also stole his food.

That was what his wife did for him.

and so--

Snapped!
The 'Constructor' who just walked out was smashed to pieces by Mr. Smith again.

But immediately, another "constructor" came out. The flashing Tu Fuyu in his slender eyes had stopped, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Confirmed!

It's not a secret technique.

It's not a talent either.

But...

field!

This is a realm that only gods can have - obviously, you are not a god, but you can possess such power. Are you... a former god?

Then, the domain was integrated into the talent!"

At this point, the new Constructor trembled all over.

He laughed.

“Great! That’s great!

The flesh and blood of a god, even if it was once the flesh and blood of a god, is enough to allow me to take a step forward!"

The Constructor stared at Mr. Smith, then took a step forward.

At night, the starry sky reappears.

The Constructor took a step up the ladder and began to truly demonstrate his strength.

A full one hundred constructors poured down from the stairs.

They all looked at Mr. Smith and smiled.

"Give me your flesh and blood!"

Mr. Smith narrowed his eyes.

But it was hard to hide his surprise.

The scene before him really surprised Mr. Smith.

With his experience as a god, it was hard for Mr. Smith to be surprised by anything, but the scene before him was truly beyond his cognition.

There is no shadow left after the sublimation of [spirituality].

Do not!
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' were climbers, the transformation over the years and the mysterious blessing of the 'ascending' ladder had allowed most of them to begin to touch the 'entry' level, and a few were even at the 'entry' level.

A 'constructor', Mr. Smith did not take it seriously.

But what about a hundred 'Constructors'?

Even if he is not a complete Constructor in the true sense.

But the changes brought about by quantity are no joke.

call!
Mr. Smith took a deep breath.

He knew he had to fight hard.

His "Traveler's Path" must be burned to the extreme in order to have a chance of winning.

after?

He will truly lose the 'Traveler's Path'.

But does it matter?
not important.

He wants to live.

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

"Parting is always so sudden."

Mr. Smith whispered.

He raised his hand and unbuttoned his collar.

He needs more oxygen to support this burning.

But just as Mr. Smith was about to begin—

It's getting foggy.

The grey fog was extremely thick.

In an instant, it enveloped the entire block.

Thousands of undead rushed towards the hundred 'Constructors' like a tidal wave.

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.

(End of this chapter)