Thanos stood in the vegetable field, carefully picking a tomato with his winnowing basket-sized hand. His subordinate Ebony Maw was using telekinesis to extract water from the river, turning it into drizzle to irrigate the vegetable garden.
"Sir, are we going to grow vegetables for that green demon in the vegetable garden like this?"
Thanos failed the cooking test and could only grow vegetables in the vegetable garden. He was calm about this extremely humiliating arrangement, letting the remaining four generals of the Black Order lead the huge army and leaving Ebony Maw to accompany him.
"That's exactly what I want. Broly despises me so much and gives me the opportunity to secretly observe him. I don't believe that anyone is invulnerable."
He filled a large basket with all the fresh tomatoes and other fruits and vegetables, took out a cooking book, and read it attentively.
Thanos believes that with his abilities, he will sooner or later be able to climb to the position of Broly's right-hand man.
Start by mastering cooking.
"Hello, Thanos."
Tessa Eagle led the two people over and carried away the picked vegetables.
"Are you used to working here?"
"Very much so, ma'am, my dream is to have a piece of land of my own and grow vegetables and fruits on it. Thank you for making my wish come true."
A satisfied expression appeared on Thanos's big face.
"That's good."
After Tessa and the others left, the smile on Thanos' face faded.
"These ordinary earthlings are not simple either. They possess a certain energy that is somewhat similar to Broly. It is simply too stupid to teach the secret of their own power to others. As long as I master this power, I might be able to surpass Broly directly."
Ambition shone in his eyes. After observing several assassins, he found that all of them had mastered the use of Qi.
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As time passed, the concentration of dark magic on the North American continent became higher and higher, and the sun in the sky became dim. Due to insufficient sunlight, the surrounding farms began to reduce production, and large areas of plants withered.
A figure walked into the farm. The originally lush corn had long since withered and died, leaving only individual stalks standing on the ground, like tombstones.
"Click"
He accidentally crushed the bones on the ground.
That was the body of the former farmer. The enraged wolf rushed into the farm and devoured the entire family.
Moreover, this group of wild wolves used this place as their lair.
The invasion of outsiders quickly alarmed these bloodthirsty beasts. They cleverly formed a loose encirclement and tried to surround the invaders.
Because of their abundant food, these wild wolves are larger than their relatives in New York City. Their fur is shiny and their eyes have turned red under the stimulation of dark magic.
The figure flew forward, the spear whistling, and instantly killed the wolf in front of him. The man followed the spear, and the spear burst into life, unstoppable.
The wolves were quickly killed, and the human figure arrived in front of the leader of the wolves.
When the leader wolf saw his men being killed, he let out a long, sharp howl and suddenly a stream of black breath spit out from his mouth.
The man simply waved his gun, dispersed the breath, then killed the wolf leader and hung it in mid-air.
"These beasts are becoming more and more difficult."
The one who killed all the wolves was the gun-wielding demon.
He glanced at the wolf corpses on the ground and felt a little emotional. These wild wolves were rapidly becoming stronger under the stimulation of dark magic, and some of them even mastered the crude way of using dark magic.
After Veronica was killed by Broly, the morale of these demons plummeted to the bottom.
Several powerful demons got into an internal conflict and wanted to replace Veronica, but the gun-wielding demon simply abandoned the men assigned to him by Veronica and left Washington.
As expected, the demons who were pulling each other back suffered a defeat when facing the American troops who had accumulated strength and launched a counterattack. Although they were not seriously injured, this was the first defeat the demons had ever encountered.
But this will definitely not be the last defeat. The power of mankind is constantly recovering, while the demons are constantly weakening.
The monk was leaning on his spear and looking at the abandoned farm.
He knew that if he acted like those demons, the demons would be completely exterminated from the earth.
After Veronica's death, the demons almost lost the ability to reproduce. The demon robots only suffered losses in battles and could no longer easily convert an entire city's mechanical appliances as before.
Whether it is internal fighting or fighting with the US military, it is weakening the power of the demons themselves.
Therefore, he chose to leave Washington, a war-torn city, and move to the relatively sparsely populated central region.
Shamituo walked into the farm. The wild wolves had made a mess of the place, with wolf feces and broken bones everywhere.
He even found a few leftover cows in the cattle pen. Although these beef cattle were in poor condition, they were still alive.
The wisdom of these wild wolves is growing as fast as their strength. They have begun to know how to store and raise livestock.
But these are all things that humans need to worry about.
The shamanituo broke through the door and walked into the farmer's house, where the corpses of the remaining three people were lying. The warmly decorated house was in a mess and filled with a strong fishy smell.
He brushed off the dust and garbage on the sofa, sat down, and put the magic gun next to him. His heavy body made the sofa collapse.
Even as a demon, he felt a little tired after walking for such a long time.
He took out the water bottle he carried with him and took a sip of water.
Although their needs are small, demons still need to eat and drink water, as the biological tissues that proliferate in their bodies require energy.
Suddenly, Shamituo grasped the magic spear and stood up.
"Come out."
He said to the outside of the door.
It was quiet outside the door, with only the sound of wind and sand.
The monk shook his spear, and the spear in his hand let out a long, shrill howl. The demon snake appeared, with scales and armor showing, fangs glaring, and flew towards the door.
"boom!"
The wooden wall was pierced through almost without any hindrance, and the demon snake bit wildly, swallowing the person standing outside the door.
A flash of light suddenly appeared in front of the demon snake, and the man used the magic knife in his hand to scale and cut the tendons of the terrifying demon snake, dismembering it in mid-air.
But the terrifying demon snake was just a feint of Shamituo.
The sharp gun tip stabbed straight at the man, who was caught off guard. Although he tried his best to dodge, the gun tip still left a bloody mark on his body.
"You've become stronger, Shaminata."
The person hiding outside the door was also a demon.
"But I'm not the only one here this time."
Three more demons appeared around, surrounding the monk.
“Shamituo, do you have any fragments of the Holy Lord’s Fire Source on you?” the demon asked with a wicked smile, “If you hand them over, I will let you go.”