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"Get up."

Once again, Amelia still didn't move. So the Master emphasized his tone: "Get up."

Finally stood up.

The person who was more than two meters tall stood up with his head lowered. He was obviously much taller than He Shenyan and Peter, but he seemed to be lower than others. The mage put his hands behind his back calmly: "Why are you kneeling?"

Amela glanced at him blankly, then quickly lowered her head: "You are the savior..."

"No, I am not."

"But you saved us all."

"It's just a deal."

He said it lightly and without emotion at all, and Peter was inexplicably uncomfortable when he heard it—he had a gut feeling that the mage seemed to be trying to distance himself.

"Don't have unreasonable expectations of me." The mage dropped these words lightly, put his hand on Peter's shoulder, and smiled at him: "Get ready."

"what?"

"Get ready, Spider-Man. You're going back soon."

"Wait! Wait!" Peter said quickly. "I still have a lot of things I don't understand!"

"What do you want to understand?"

Peter breathed a sigh of relief and complained, "Finally, finally someone is willing to explain it to me."

He asked very quickly, "Like, why was I brought here, where is this, who are you, why are they calling you a savior, and, who were you fighting just now? And... ...why do you seem to know me?"

He Shenyan nodded: "There are many questions, but I can answer them one by one—cough, listen up."

He coughed solemnly, and Peter suddenly found that the scene in front of him began to blur. He widened his eyes, and the expression on his face changed from doubt to realization, and then to some kind of helpless suffocation: "You...how can you lie?!"

He Shenyan spread his hands to his gradually fading figure: "It's not good for you to know too much, Spider-Man, let's go back and be your good neighbor in New York."

Amela stood quietly, and the spider hiding in her hair also ran out. At this time, she was lying on top of her head, with six compound eyes staring at him intently. As for the other villagers, they still haven't gotten up from the ground.

The mage doesn't like this kind of scene very much, very much.

No one has to kneel to anyone else—there's more than one way to show thanks and respect, so he clapped his hands and the villagers rose to their feet.

"Sir..." Amela looked at him with frightened eyes, like a pet dog who saw the owner was angry and didn't understand what he had done wrong.

"Do we know each other?" He Shenyan asked abruptly.

Amelia was stunned: "...What did you say?"

"I'm asking you a question, do we know each other?" He looked normal and calm, as if he was really just asking a question.

"...No, don't know?"

"Yeah, we don't know each other—why are you calling me my lord, and why are you kneeling down to me? You're even terrified that I won't let other people kneel down to me?"

"Because you saved us?"

Amelia's doubts at this time are evident, she even said the declarative sentence into a question sentence.

"There's never more than one way to express gratitude..."

He Shenyan looked at her with a look she couldn't understand, and said softly, "You are not happy because I saved you, but because the prophesied savior has finally come. This makes you realize that for many years The waiting and suffering are not meaningless.”

"The reason why you knelt down is because of your reverence for the gods, not because you are really expressing your gratitude to me..." As he spoke, he actually laughed. "You know what, it made me think of a joke. A doctor saved a critically ill patient, and when the patient was pushed out of the intensive care unit, he said, thank God."

"Then the doctor said to him: I am not God."

Amelia looked at him blankly, as if she couldn't understand what he said.

"I'm not the savior." He Shenyan repeated it again. "I saved you because I made a deal - nothing to do with the **** you imagined, understand?"

After speaking, he sighed: "Forget it, I don't expect you to understand in a while, damn, what am I doing?"

He disappeared in a flash.

He Shenyan knew very well that he was playing the piano to the cow. His words sound like a fantasy to those people - why not kneel?

Kneel down to show respect and respect for the gods. The Savior was sent by the gods, so we must give him the same respect.

But the truth is that the **** they imagined does not exist at all, it is a fake. It was the big spider who shaped the planet and the life on it, and it was He who found He Shenyan and wanted him to save these stolen children...

With a flash of blue light, he appeared in the dark underground. A blue light spot lit up above his head, illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

The situation of this planet had been scanned by him with mental power as early as when he entered the ground, and the surface of the entire planet looked very peaceful. Large tracts of plants cover more than 80% of the ground, and the remains of a few civilizations have become embellishments.

The real threat actually comes from underground.

He raised his foot slightly - then lowered it.

boom!

The ground trembled, and the rock wall above my head began to tremble. The roars came one after another, and a pitch-black monster rushed out of the darkness, as if it had grown out of the darkness. It's like those deep-sea fish, because everyone can't see each other, so it's interesting to lengthen it casually.

It looks sloppy, but the body structure is not sloppy.

It rushed towards the mage and was stopped in mid-air by an inexplicable force. He Shenyan squinted at this thing, feeling sick for the first time.

He even swears: "I... fuck."

Everyone's seen shit, right?

If a monster made of **** comes at you....well, that's a different story.

Saying this thing is **** is actually inappropriate, **** is not so disgusting. Shit is just food scraps, at best it looks disgusting. Crops and land are inseparable from them, but the monster in front of him...

Is a complete chaotic energy construct.

Demons in **** don't use this kind of thing, they prefer human blood and soul, or also use dark magic.

Chaos energy is something else entirely, something that is tantamount to poison to all living creatures—even demons avoid it. Contaminated by this energy, you will not die.

You will be crazy.

Will become less like myself, will lose all sanity and ambition to have. Creatures that are supposed to eat grass will like to eat meat, but their bodies have not adapted, but their minds have become confused. In the process, the body will die, and the chaotic spirit will become a moving source of pollution, wrapping the original body and continuing to pollute more creatures.

If a person becomes not like himself, what is the difference between him and death? And for mages....lose self and sanity is unacceptable. Although for He Shenyan, these things can't penetrate his protective circle and infiltrate his soul - but, it's still disgusting.

Really disgusting.

The corners of the mage's eyes twitched, he didn't understand, what kind of **** would be so mad and use such disgusting energy to create such a low-quality and twisted creature... And he made so much!

He turned his head to look behind him, and a crimson light flashed past—a frenzy of flames swept across the empty ground, screams rang out in the darkness, and a scorched smell escaped.

Fortunately, I fixed the air filtration array for myself... With this thought, he took a deep breath, and then immediately spit it out - fuck, it's still disgusting.

The monster struggled constantly in mid-air, its epidermis kept squirming, and there were protrusions under the skin, as if a poor plastic toy had been poked out by someone with a stick. In the wide open mouth, those spirally dense fangs began to fall out little by little.

The teeth fell on the ground, and He Shenyan took a step back without a trace, watching those teeth take root, and in just a few seconds, the ground had been corroded into the same black color.

No, it's not shit.

It's bioweapon **** - the contagious kind that turns even inorganic things into nasty monsters like them. With this sense of disgust, he burned the monster to ashes, and then left here cleanly, blasting a huge crack in the ground, and began to perform disinfection procedures on the planet.

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He Shenyan brought back the planet with a dark face.

In all fairness, this scene is hilarious. A small figure flew in front of him, and a huge planet followed behind him, like a babbling child following in his father's footsteps.

The big spider was very happy to see him. The giant beast across the sea of ​​stars waved its forelimbs again: "Hello, Mage, I noticed that you have brought my child back. Your efficiency is really fast."

He Shenyan shuddered.

"Uh...." He didn't know what to say, just stuffed the planet into the forelimbs of the big spider, the swinging stars. The spider's huge head was lowered, and when it was raised again, a wave of anger filled the universe.

When this ancient being is angry, the scene is scary—not that they want it to be scary, just that they can't.

Just like the wind and the rain, the big spider has become a kind of law in this world. When it was angry, all the stars in the universe spun frantically, and the entire universe began to whimper overwhelmed - He Shenyan swears to God, he heard the sound of glass shattering.

"Calm down, calm down!" He quickly waved him to calm down, and the big spider barely stopped the terrifying scene. There was trembling in his voice: "Who is it?!"

"Good question, but seriously, I want to know this as much as you do."

He lowered his head and stared at his lost and found planet. In the eyes of ordinary people, the stars were low, and all of them began to slowly revolve around the unfamiliar star. The scene was extremely solemn. After a long time, He whispered, "My power left on it has been wiped out."

He raised his head and looked at the mage. The huge stars of different colors swirled, and He said sadly: "It is not my child any more..."

Le Zi Da was a little overdone, He Shenyan raised his hand and scratched his cheek. He originally just wanted to see the fun and gain knowledge, but he didn't expect the fun to be too great this time. It's like the ordinary people who went out to watch President Lee Gun in a certain month in a certain year, watching the gentleman with a friendly smile sitting in a convertible and waving to them...

And then...well, everybody knew it.

Happy.

The big spider stuffed the planet into the nebula aside, and he disappeared. The stars no longer deliberately arranged the appearance of a giant spider, and only his voice still echoed in the mage's ears: "That child...that Peter Parker."

"Ok?"

"Part of the power I gave him was absorbed by those...things," he whispered. "They left a mark on him."

He Shenyan narrowed his eyes: "The master behind you needs your strength?"

"Yes..." He thought for a while. "Perhaps, but I don't know why he did it."

The big spider said suspiciously: "There is no reason for this."

He Shenyan knew why he said that. For a **** like him, the power itself has become a natural quality. There is a Spider-Man in many worlds, and this distinctive mark cannot be replaced by others, because his power is already a law recognized by the world.

A being of his level, but taking his power away—it doesn't make sense. To be able to get to this point, it is no longer necessary to strengthen oneself by devouring the power of others. Not only is it not beneficial, it will also cause some problems for oneself.

For example, this behavior is like the Emperor woke up one day and suddenly felt in a bad mood today, and then he ran and knocked on Slaanesh's door.

That afternoon, the Custodians discovered that the Emperor had two more arms - how could it be so simple? The empire had to be corrupted from top to bottom that day, and everyone began to hold a silver party.

With the Mage's current knowledge base, he couldn't figure out the answer to this question. So, he just asked the spider, "You just said they left a mark on that Peter Parker?"

"One of those monsters licked the ground where he once stood, marking his share of my power," he said. "I went back to the time of that planet, and only found this rather suspicious thing."

He Shenyan curled his lips: "Then we can be sure now, the other party is at least the same level as you - this is not something I can interfere with."

"Yes, I know... oh!" He said to the mage as if he had remembered something, "The golden sun asked me to send you a message."

He Shenyan raised his eyebrows: "Why doesn't he contact me himself?"

"He can't get away."

He Shenyan immediately frowned, and he heard the spider say, "He said, the war has begun."

"...I know."

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The war has begun, no, the war has never ended.

In the dark galaxy, a huge spaceship floats quietly in the universe. That thing is more like a fortress than a spaceship. The extravagant and stately spire decoration makes it look like a huge church, but the huge muzzles of the black holes around the ship also show another thing - this is not just a church.

Not to mention the huge impact angle at the front of the ship.

"Brother Arianto, we have orders."

An Astarte stepped forward. He was not wearing power armor, but a black robe, and the four golden service nails on his forehead were shining.

"What order, my brother."

The speaker turned around, he was also wearing a black robe, and the robe was bulging up by his huge figure. He was blind in one eye, his face was scarred, and he spoke in a soft, yet iron-like voice.

"Offensive. UU reading www.uukanshu.com" Astarte spoke with a cruel smile on his face. "Offensive, of course, Arianto."

"Yeah..." Arianto also showed that kind of smile. "We've waited too long, haven't we? Today is the day the traitor is handed..."

Arianto turned around and observed the dark and cruel Milky Way outside through the porthole, a long-lost war roaring in his heart. He immediately meditated on the Emperor's teachings, trying to suppress the hatred and murderous intent that he had suppressed for hundreds of years - we are the Emperor's angels of death, we sow the seeds of death for him... .

The face with its teeth gritted was so terrifying, the monstrous hatred gathered in his one eye, almost turning the entire eyeball into scarlet, and the silk dripping from the mouth. He bent down and let out a horrible growl from his throat.

Without the need for Astarte behind him to speak, the waiting machine servant immediately stepped forward, and the long mechanical arm punched a vial of injection through Arianto's neck.

After a while, Arianto's body trembling stopped, Astarte behind him stepped forward, patted his shoulder, and whispered: "Wait a few more days, my brother... . Revenge is just around the corner."