Seeing the so-called highest combat power of living people being trampled to death by Zhang Hu'en like an ant, the people around him didn't know whether to stay or leave. The kings Li Zhixun and Sanhou who had escaped halfway and were about to pick up the bargain immediately chose to escape, but how could Zhang Hu'en let them get what they wanted? They didn't choose to attack or not, and they would deal with four people. Don't be too relaxed.~~~~

Just when Zhang Hu'en was killing the third queen of the Heavenly King, the sixteenth duke who found that the situation was wrong had already begun to discuss countermeasures. They did not want to be buried with the third king and fourth queen. The dukes who had never had conflicts with Zhang Hu'en felt that there was still a possibility of surrendering. Bai Yinshu, Cang Xiong, Sisi Dou, Xiao Ao, and Lao Gui all had fought with Zhang Hu'en, and they felt that with the other party's cruel and violent nature, they would never let them go, the remnants of the three kings.

So they decided to escape to the edge of purgatory. They heard that there was a purgatory colony in the distant deserted desert. It was a temporary gathering place opened to deal with the increasing number of living people. Although it was small, it had a full set of service facilities. They could spend this time with the accumulated palace. It was not too late to wait until Gongsun Qianhua, a human-shaped demon, entered the world or gave up their prosecution and came back.

However, just when everyone thought they had killed the purgatory supervisor and Gongsun Qianhua, the three kings and three queens, wanted to unify the purgatory, he only left a back for everyone.

"Hu Eun, you're back. It's been a long time since we met?"

Li Zhi sat in the room in a regular manner. When he saw Zhang Hu'en coming in, he hurriedly came over to change his shoes for Zhang Hu'en. Zhang Hu'en refused her service and placed Ding Yanling, who was protected by the tentacles, on the bed.

"The holy light shines!"

A dazzling light penetrated Ding Yanling's body from his hands. Her broken bones and her displaced and bleeding internal organs immediately returned to normal, but she was still unconscious.

“What’s going on?”

"Please let me check, Hu'en."

"Okay, please trouble you."

Li Zhi came to Ding Yanling's face and pinched the earlobe of her left ear. A glasses-shaped device drilled out of her temples, immediately covering the entire left eye. A red light swept from her left eye to Ding Yanling's brain. After she finished scanning from top to bottom, she put away the device and lowered her head and said:

"The body functions normally and the brain dies, which is presumed to be dead."

"shut up!"

Zhang Hu'en closed his eyes and sat quietly on the ground. The expression on his face was constantly changing. Sometimes he frowned. Sometimes he looked painful, sometimes his face turned ashen, sometimes he put his chin on his mind and sometimes he thought. Sometimes he made an abnormal laugh.

"In the end, I still accomplished nothing, I can't even save a woman, I'm really capable!"

"Is my subconscious still cowardly? After so much experience, what else can I be afraid of?"

"Or I didn't take it all as real, just playing a game?"

"When did I become such a cold man, have I never regretted what I have done?"

"Retribution, is all this retribution?"

"What are good and evil, what are right and wrong, do I regret it? Am I really a murderous demon who exists for my own pleasure?"

Zhang Hu'en was trapped in a deep vortex of self-cognition. He was gradually disappearing. He couldn't speak or move, and slowly fell into a state of helplessness. Everything he experienced kept flashing back in his mind.

Zhang Huen was alone in this vacuum-like environment. He couldn't speak or move a step. He slowly fell into a state of fear and helplessness. All his experiences gradually disappeared until he opened his eyes and looked at the vegetable lying on the bed.

"It's really helpless. Even if I have the strongest combat power, I still can't solve everything with violence. I'm so depressed because of guilt. It's ridiculous."

The flesh wings behind him suddenly flew, and a sharp blade turned into a sharp knife and quickly cut off Ding Yanling's head. Li Zhi stood by silently, looking at the blood-stained bed, Zhang Hu'en stood up and looked at her. The coldness in his eyes flashed. He walked over, held up Li Zhi's chin with his hands, and said gently:

"After all, it's just a substitute. How can my pace stop because of you?"

A trace of blood bloomed between them. Zhang Hu'en supported Li Zhi who was slowly falling down and took back the flesh stings on his back. He looked at the two women who had completely lost their anger, and the pain in his heart began to occupy his mind again.

"Mr. Gongsun!"

"Sir Gongsun, what should we do in the future?"

"Yes, Lord Gongsun, please come up with the subsequent development plan as soon as possible!"

Zhang Hu'en walked out of his room, and there were countless people from all walks of life outside. He looked at these people, waved his hand and pushed away the dukes blocking the door, and walked towards the Purgatory Subway, leaving only a bleak back.

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On the platform of the Purgatory Subway, Zhang Hu'en sat quietly on the bench, waiting for Yuan Wu to come again. Perhaps when she came again, she no longer called Ding Yanling, right? The messengers of Purgatory kept bringing new people to join the ranks of Purgatory employees, and everything seemed to have returned to normal. In addition to the highest combat power of sitting on the platform and waiting for people, the daily life of Purgatory has been restored again. The Purgatory people and the living people finally reached a reconciliation. The Duke and the Purgatory Messengers jointly formed the management team. Their new regulations were much more peaceful and did not take a high-pressure and oppressive attitude towards living people like before.

Every day, Zhang Hu'en, except entering the world on time and quickly solving the tasks inside, constantly killing the number of people and creatures needed in the mission target, will come to the platform to wait for Yuan Wu's return. But one day, two days, three days, one month, two months, three months, and one year later, he finally gave up. This woman seemed to have completely lost interest in strategy movies, but staying on the platform for half an hour every day has become Zhang Hu'en's habit.

A whole year, according to the conversion, it should have been 24 hours since reality. Zhang Hu'en, who is immersed in the killing every day, has experienced a total of 1,136 films and lit up 1,136 lights. Today is his day of departure. He only needs another movie and kills a few hundred more people, and he will be able to escape from this world.

"Mr. Gongsun, are you going back?"

The Purgatory Envoy stood respectfully beside him, waiting for Zhang Hu'en's special train to be docked by the platform. He slowly walked towards the special train, and was used to it. This kind of life was as normal as eating and drinking water. However, after today, he should seal his sword and retire and leave the world completely.

Fifteen minutes later, he walked on the subway exit. Now Purgatory has developed and is thriving. Even those who have been eliminated can maintain a living palace for a long time by lending to Purgatory Bank. The Logistics Department has been completely abolished and has become a business department dedicated to serving everyone. People have fully utilized their creativity and transformed the surrounding area of ​​Purgatory into vibrant villages and towns, and everything is developing in a good direction.

"Sir, tonight is the 10th anniversary of Purgatory. Are you going to attend?"

"No need, after today, I may be gone."

Ye Xiaotao recalled Zhang Hu'en's words. She is now one of the members of the Purgatory City Council, specializing in collecting intelligence. For Gongsun Qianhua, who is full of mystery everywhere, the title of honorary mayor was forced to be praised by them. She asked in confusion:

"Are you going to be reincarnated?"

"It's almost the same. By the way, you should work harder after I leave. For you, people like me should probably disappear soon."

"If there is no place, if the lord is there, purgatory can maintain a delicate balance. If the lord is there, I am afraid that the dukes and messengers will cause another bloody storm."

"But this has nothing to do with me anymore. Xiaotao, if you really can't hold on, just give up."

“……Sir, Sir…”

Zhang Hu'en's mental power set her in place. Whenever he was unwilling to have more contact with them, he would use his mental power to set people in place, so that they could not continue to harass him like a follower. After this year's continuous practical combat and summary, his mental power has reached the point of perfection. Ye Xiaotao looked at his back towards the production building and hung his head unwillingly.

Zhang Hu'en walked into the production building and looked at the busy employees who were running up and down. They were running around for survival and teaming up for survival. Now, it is no longer prohibited to enter team battles. Although the casualties caused are much greater than before, the overall combat effectiveness of living people is constantly improving, which has been greatly improved compared to a year ago. Take the Dukes for example. Their average combat effectiveness has exceeded 10,000, and each of them can fight against the former Zi Claw Manager. The combat effectiveness of ordinary people has also increased to about 7,000, and it is no longer the fat sheep in the past who can be slaughtered.

"Sir, you are here, are you going to work overtime?"

"Well, is there a free world?"

“Yes, it’s just a lower-end world, not quite in line with your identity and status.”

"Okay, just let it."

Zhang Hu'en followed the guide to the door. The guide slid the tablet computer in his hand and said:

"The low-end light magic world - the American Nightmare. It is a world evolved based on the legend of werewolf and the American Marvel. Its combat power is currently known to be 5,600. Strategic information: kill the werewolf leader entrenched in Las Vegas, or destroy the entire werewolf alliance, and eliminate a certain amount of American terror creatures during the strategy process, and you can get a satisfactory evaluation."

"Thank you for your hard work, are there any other things to note?"

"Yes, note: Please don't underestimate the indigenous forces in the world. They can adjust their combat power by themselves based on the combat power of the entrants, and to a large extent have local innate advantages."

"Okay, please go back to your job."

"yes!"
Chapter completed!