You are too extreme

Want me to help shield Khan from being detected by magic?

Judging from that piece of content, I am not the only one in the world who can edit, but I am also the fifth or fourth person to edit multiple times.

Why did you show up at this time? Why did you kindly tell me after you showed up?

This bitch must be trying to kill Khan and get me out of here.

Yes, that's right, that's it.

Damn the system wizard!

This bastard!Rubbish!Shit!

His original fear had turned into extreme anger. He thought of himself living well in his original world, playing games and drinking fat house happy water every day.

But now, I am being dragged into a different world by this damn system.

As a slave gladiator, you are manipulated by disgusting ghosts during the day, and you have to edit videos at night.

I was only given two to three thousand yuan a month.

Tmd, I finally found a safe place to stay, and finally found a good boss who can give me the elf girl.

Just give me a break.

There's no way to tell Khan, but he can fight the system and thwart her plot.

Chapter 127 This needs to be changed

The arrival of spring is only a few degrees warmer for the barren plains.

Even though it's almost summer, this damn place is still covered in ice and snow.

The huge furnace is emitting black smoke, and a large amount of black steel is sent to be smelted for more refined processing after simple processing.

The dwarf struck the steel with his hammer.

The apprentices who followed them were also busy helping.

Although barbarians are often clumsy, there are some who are clever.

They get started quickly and can quickly learn blacksmithing skills.

The clanking sound continued all morning, and it was not until lunchtime that the dwarves stopped working.

Dozens of cooks pulled carts to bring today's lunch.

The blacksmiths, who were already hungry, picked up the roasted meat and had a delicious meal with the fresh berry soup.

Their movements were orderly.

Eating is also very fast.

If it's too slow, the rest of the wait won't be enough.

The factory allows a two-hour break at noon, and many blacksmiths sleep during this time.

There are also some energetic people who will sit together and listen to their teachers bragging.

These dwarves are more educated than the barbarians and know more. It is novel to hear them brag.

But this beautiful and comfortable life was interrupted not long after.

The door to the blacksmith shop was opened.

The air-conditioning from outside also came in, and the blacksmith apprentice who was resting looked over dissatisfied.

What came into view was a relatively normal face, neither handsome nor ugly, rather attractive. He was only about 1.8 meters tall and had normal black broken hair.

The color of the two eyes is similar to that of the Montu people.

He was wearing an animal skin coat, a layer of armored breastplate on the outside, and a half-sword hung on his waist. He was dressed meticulously and cleanly.

Anyone who sees him nods silently.

Because they knew this guy, a well-known figure in the camp.

Big mouth, Rambo!

This unlucky guy, after Khan left, went crazy because of missing him.

Whenever I have free time, I will pick up a book called something and run around to promote it everywhere.

That's what Khan wrote.

Most people are willing to give face, but most people don't understand what is said.

They don't know any rules or physics, and they can't quite understand it.

It was only after many days of propaganda from the other party that I figured out that the gods outside were all evil spirits and bad things.

You can't write letters to prevent the other party from deceiving.

"Hi, everyone, good afternoon!"

Rambo looked at the blacksmith apprentices with a smile, and these guys nodded to him to show friendship.

"Inspector Rambo, are you here again today to promote?"

Several dwarf blacksmiths walked over.

"Well, only you understand these things better. Others seem completely confused."

"To understand it requires a certain amount of knowledge. These people all graduated from prenatal education."

Bega said aloud, while he was oiling his forged sword, he said to Rambo.

"That's true, but I won't give up publicity!"

This made Bega scratch his head.

He put down the sword in his hand, walked up to Rambo and looked at him strangely.

"Have you been stimulated recently? Why did you suddenly start promoting this book like this, and why do you call it truth?"

"This book is indeed the truth! Reading it can free yourself from the possibility of being tempted by evil beings!"

Lan said excitedly.

And opened the pages to show it to Bega.

Bega had heard a little bit about it, and now that the book had been handed over, he couldn't refuse, so he picked up the book and read it carefully.

After seeing Bega reading the book, Rambo started talking endlessly about the wonders of the book. After seeing it, the other dwarves quickly walked to other places and began to rest there.

And Bega felt a little stuck in his mind as he watched it.

"The Great Khan is obviously the son of Heaven, why do you say that Heaven has nothing to do with him? The world obviously helps him and prefers our ethnic group, but it sounds like the world is ruthless."

"That's because there are rules behind it."

"Many times in the history of the dwarves, the world has shown that he is here to help us."

This is not something that can be explained by rules alone.

No matter how you look at it, it sounds like you are deceiving yourself, right?

"Also, these things are too profound. People in the tribe don't even know how to forge iron. How can they possibly understand these things?"

After shaking his head, Bega began to talk about the irrationality of these contents.

“I very much agree with progress through exploration and reasonable research.”

After all, most humans are magic banners, even dwarves. They don't know magic at all, and they can't use that kind of power.

If you want to obtain it, there is no other way except to believe in the goddess.

Therefore, we can only take the route of physics and chemistry and point out physical weapons.

"However, there is no God in what is said here. I cannot agree with it."

"why?"

Rambo asked, he was very puzzled.

The dwarf blacksmith looked around and carefully put his head to Rambo's ear.

"Because I think Khan is a god."

"what!"

This outrageous thing made Rambo's volume suddenly increase a lot.

"What all the fuss is about, keep it down!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...but why do you think Khan is a god?"

Bega coughed slightly to control his throat.

"Look at that screen? Khan has invaded the Papal State of the Southern Puppet, and even gave the entire Southern Puppet to the sharks."

"In the end, I fought with that goddess and won both of them."

"This is already the case. Do you think he is not a god? If he is not a god, how can a goddess have the face to claim to be a god!"

This is what’s in the clip!

In the real plot, Khan was directly killed.

Rambo thought so in his heart, but he couldn't say it because he would be scolded to death if he said it.

I don’t know why people in this world believe so much in editing.

"Indeed it is."

"No wonder I always think this book is weird. It turns out it's because Khan was not included in it."

Several barbarians with sharp ears heard their conversation.

That fool's mind was running wildly, as if it had been opened by something, and they combined what they heard.

Combined with the truth that I had seen before, I instantly understood it.

“What we said was heard.”

Bega's words almost made Rambo's expression split.

(Why do people always hear my conversations!)

The barbarians began to chatter and discuss, and the content of the discussion gradually became outrageous.

"Anyway, don't spread this kind of thing now, wait until Khan comes back and have a good chat with him."

"The starting point is indeed good, but Khan did not consider other factors at all..."

Bega shook his head, picked up the glass and took a sip of wine.

"What other factors could there be?"

"According to Khan, the races that are hostile to us all have their own evil gods, but if we don't have any... don't you think this is a bit too desperate?"

The malice in the world is too great, and their race is too weak, without these things to comfort people's hearts.

When more and more barbarians emerge from the wilderness and start thinking, they will definitely be overwhelmed by this despair.

Therefore, even if you don't call yourself God, you still have to call yourself God's Son or something like that to rally people's hearts and morale.

Chapter 128 Secret Weapon

The ferocious griffon cub ran wildly on the snow, biting the fleeing furry man with his open mouth.

The poor guy transformed into a huge brown bear, but it was no match for the gryphon.

The strong claws were easily dodged, and the thick fat was torn open by the giant mouth. Even as a cub, the griffin showed its extremely terrifying fighting power.

In the end, the poor brown bear had his skull smashed alive by the bite of this terrifying predator.

After seeing the enemy dead, the griffin cub who was in high spirits was frightened.

He immediately ran behind Dawei and hid. After finding that there was no movement, he stuck his head out to observe the body.

"Ka?"