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Chapter 212 Everyone is a kind of person

It is useless to ask Beiyao Maple Leaf for help.

Five consecutive days of high-intensity exercise training are enough to exhaust the brave.

Every day, I endured all kinds of tortures. After three days, the novice village ushered in heavy rain.

She made up her mind to use it, the most useless, the ultimate method in theory.

Seek the final help from the pig teammates on the united front.

The communication ceremony was held late at night, using a mixture of charcoal-grilled slime and tomato sauce to successfully convey her current situation.

Therefore, the "I don't know how many times" meeting of the United Front was held.

At the meeting, videos of the tragic abuse in the brave man's memory were repeatedly played.

The general content is as follows:

"Gu, kill me, I won't surrender, I'm just an orc!"

"Damn it, I can't hold on anymore!"

"The physical strength is constantly passing, but why, this feeling..."

"No, it's impossible!"

"Have I gradually adapted to this frequency?"

In short, it was a scene where a brave man wearing heavy armor and carrying sandbags fighting with elite orcs. The scene was extremely bloody and even mosaiced.

In the memoirs, screams were heard endlessly.

Zero closed his eyes in pain, as if he couldn't bear to look at it any longer:

"Everyone, is there any good way?"

"We can try to teleport the soul of the brave back." No. 1 just made a suggestion.

Immediately afterwards, someone shook his head and rejected it, "If it were a brave man, I'm afraid the first one would not agree, after all, she could not abandon her mission."

"Then you have to think from the perspective of others."

Number Four pushed her glasses and smiled like a sissy:

"I've heard a saying that when your alarm clock breaks and makes it impossible to get up, think about whether you really need to get up?"

The rest of them widened their eyes.

It seemed that this sentence opened the door to a new world for them.

"The reason why the brave man seeks help now is that she is too weak and has a normal way of thinking. We must change her mind and make her more determined."

Although the tone of No. 4 is neither salty nor light.

But the scent of conspiracy seems to be hidden in this voice, and the soul is always gloomy.

Brainwashing! Everyone thinks of this word in an instant.

The so-called brainwashing is the ultimate means to change creatures from the depths of the soul. In the vast history of magic, it is hailed as one of the ten miracles comparable to the forbidden spells!

No. Zero sighed regretfully: "It is impossible, the spiritual resilience of the brave, with our strength, cannot be changed. Is this method..."

"Wait," No. 4 raised his hand and stopped him, "You are still too superficial. You have said that you should think about it differently. If you cannot change your soul, then think about it, do we really need to change her soul?"

"Do you mean..." No. 1's hair stood tall.

"Yes, we just need to change her body. The body of that world is too fragile. In other words, we just need to make her become a muscle-strong man!"

Like the impact of a supernova explosion.

The deafening explosion sounded deep in their hearts.

Just as behind every dead end is the sky of another dimension, then the solution of every difficult problem marks the transformation of thought!

"Yes, just make the brave man become a muscle-strong man..."

"No! Are you crazy?"

No. 1 slammed the table, and he was the only existence that remained rational.

The violent fluctuations of the fog surrounding him showed the surging wind and clouds in his heart:

"Are you crazy?" No. 1's face turned like ice and repeated slowly, "Have you ever considered the idea of ​​a brave man? How could she be willing?"

Number Four frowned and said, "What do you think you should do?"

No. 1 held the table's hand and trembled even more violently. Through the fog, he vaguely saw his blurred facial features, which were twisted by pain:

"At least...at least, it should be for her to keep a girl's head."

"It can be done technically, I'll contact the brave."

Number Zero took out a piece from his sleeve, a square piece, and had been preserved with magic for thousands of years, a light yellow one with an eraser that "you will pass every exam"!

With ordinary pencils!

Then, like a primary school student, using simple techniques, in one second, set the pencil and eraser into a fine model of the "Versailles Palace"!

The ceremony was launched.

The face of the brave appeared in the center of the square table.

She looked worried, like a discarded woman in the deep boudoir, thin and pitiful.

"Have you figured out a solution?" asked the brave man.

"Yes," Zero nodded and said slowly, "Please become a muscular man with a girl's head."

"What?"

"Please become a muscular man with a girl's head." Number Zero repeated.

The picture fluctuates instantly and ends immediately.

It was unilaterally interrupted by the brave.

"Is this a default agreement?" asked No. 4.

However, there was silence around him, and the entire conference hall was like a cemetery late at night, and no one answered him.

Except for the smartest No. 4, the rest of the people realized that this was a stupid question.

"Forget it, the brave man is a strong person, she will not surrender," No. 1 changed the topic, "River Crab Beast, are you still here? Let me introduce the situation of that company."

So far.

This magic ceremony in another world involved three forces in total.

They are:

Ye Mingyu is a BOSS-level demon who is crushing the level of the evil and darkness.

A villain organization that is temporarily at a disadvantage but is tenacious and unyielding, and has done everything without any conscience.

And the last side, the spell initiator in the dark.

The river crab beast is responsible for contacting them.

"I got it. After friendly exchanges, I successfully learned that those crazy guys were crazy believers of the Eternal Holy Lord."

A series of formal reports were followed.

According to existing information, those crazy believers defected to the Apocalypse Kingdom hundreds of years ago due to disagreement of doctrines.

These defectors firmly believe that the whole world is the back garden of the Apocalypse Church, and that the Eternal Holy Lord will sooner or later reappear to help them rule the world.

To this end, they summarized a meticulous plan.

To successfully achieve rule, two conditions need to be met:

First, let Ye Mingyu, a strong man who is about 2.5 worlds, be trapped in an anomalous plane.

Second, complete the ceremony and resummon the Eternal Holy Lord.

Several villains have no impression of the name of the Eternal Holy Lord.

No. 1 seemed to remember something, but because he had been beaten with selective amnesia on a battlefield of seven billion undead, he could not tell the details.

After negotiations, the villain organization decided to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight and concentrate on completing the "brave assassination plan".

The brave Lord, who was cast as unlimited expectations, was still running on the training ground shrouded in the sunset, shedding tears of youth while making hoarse laughter and crying.

Ye Mingyu held the whistle and supervised:

"Yes, yes, that's it, scream louder!"

"If you use force, do you understand the waist? Don't be soft on your sit-ups!"

"No, hurry up, I can't hold on anymore. I will exercise my toughness in the next project, bend forward and stretch back, sit up and move it yourself, understand?"

The afterglow burned to the horizon like fire.

Ye Mingyu wiped the sweat from his forehead and accidentally looked at Sunset.

I looked at the brave man's struggle again, as if I saw myself back then, and I was so excited about the growth of the character in front of the computer.

He couldn't help but feel:
Chapter completed!
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