"Master, he is dead."

Ebony's throat stroked the charred corpse that was still standing on the black dwarf, and shook his head at Thanos on the throne.

Thanos supported his cheek with his hands and looked at the trembling dance hall owner expressionlessly.

"I really don't know who he is!"

The dance hall owner wailed and knelt down on the ground, begging Thanos for mercy, saying, "There are many outsiders on our planet every day, and it is impossible for us to know everyone!"

Thanos withdrew his gaze and waved his hand casually, "Then he is useless."

Without waiting for the dance hall owner to say anything, the dark night Proxima behind him stabbed him with the spear in his hand. The dance hall owner fell to the ground with a look of horror.

"Master, let me find that man and the Pioneer of Death, and send their heads to you!"

Drawing a spear from the body of the dance hall owner, Proxima Centauri stepped forward and volunteered to Thanos.

"There is no need to waste time. We can go directly to the prince who lost my stone... Ebony Throat, and this matter will be left to you."

Thanos rejected Proxima Centauri's proposal and gave the matter to Ebony Throat. He had wasted too much time on finding Death Pioneer and Gamora, and had long been tired of this kind of hide-and-seek game.

"Follow your will, my master."

Ebony stroked her chest with one hand, bowing to Thanos on the throne to follow the order.

Thanos nodded, then controlled the throne under him to float up, flew towards his mothership, and threw a sentence: "People here, follow the rules."

With Thanos' order, his men quickly acted and randomly eliminated half of the population on Contrasha as usual.

Although Contrasha is a tourist planet and has not encountered so-called population and resource pressure, Thanos doesn't care about so many. Anyway, after he collected all six Infinity Stones, there is a half chance of dying among these people.

Martin Lee, who had killed the black dwarf and superstar before, was certainly not stupid enough to continue staying near Contraschat. He had already driven the spaceship left by Craft to return to Alalai, and returned to his home on Earth through the portal.

"Huh? Daddy, are you back?"

Craft, who had just been crazy with Alari in the game for a while, took off his helmet and found that his adoptive father who was lingering among alien women was miraculously at home.

"So you're... starting to miss the taste of hometown?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Martin Lee glared at Craft fiercely, "I met Thanos' men."

Martin Lee told Craft about his encounter with Black Dwarf and Superstar, then lamented: "It seems that my interstellar journey is over for the time being."

Craft rolled his eyes speechlessly, too lazy to pay attention to this old man, so he went to his lab.

Recently, Craft rarely did not go to Alaristar to knock on the battleship, but instead stayed in his own laboratory for new research.

Thanos’s problem can be put aside for the time being. Anyway, that old guy Odin is still running around now, so Craft thinks that hell is mainly prepared for Mephisto, the legendary hell leader.

Because Craft's power is basically based on technology, although there are occasionally a few who don't talk about physics and truth, he is more or less guilty when he wants to deal with such mysterious or even mythical existences.

In addition, the soul gem that can fight against Mephisto was handed over to Angela, who needed it more, so he could use fewer means when facing Mephisto.

So recently, Craft has been studying how to get out the mysterious props in the dream, especially those magic weapons that are specially used against demons.

Unfortunately, the progress is not ideal at the moment. Even if he uses the reality gem and brings the senior mage Gu Yi to help, he can only make a small number of useless props.

For example, underwater breathing agents, trousers of clean clothes, iron-breaking teeth, dagger versions, magic carpets that cannot fly high or fast, golden bowls that will automatically play the Diamond Sutra and are accompanied by various Buddhist special effects but do not have any exorcism effects, etc.

"Oh... it really failed again..."

Craft looked at the one-handed sword in front of him called Azure Furious.

In the dream, Blue Rage is a holy sword created by an archangel, killing countless hell demons, but after being copied by Craft, there is only one that is beautiful, and its strength is even less than Zhang Xiaoquan's kitchen knife.

After throwing the one-handed sword into the warehouse to pile up ashes, Craft continued to try other mysterious props.

Just as Craft was addicted to creating mysterious side props, he suddenly received an invitation.

Since Dreamland launched the virtual helmet, a cross-age product, Craft has often received invitations to events such as seminars and technology exhibitions.

However, most invitations were filtered out by Angela before they were handed to him. Only a few invitations that Angela felt that Craft would be interested, or that she and Alice would be interested in could be seen by Craft.

As for Alare, she was interested in everything, but for the sake of most people's physical and mental health, it was impossible for Craft to take her to attend any exhibition.

"Let me see, Pim Technology's new product launch conference?"

Craft scratched his head, feeling the name seemed a little familiar.

"It's the company founded by the old man who likes to scold Uncle Tony in the media."

Angela reminded.

"But he was kicked out of the company by his daughter and students a long time ago. Now the boss of Pim Technology is Darren Klaus, the student who drove him away."

Angela said, and pulled out the photos of the three people she mentioned to show them to Craft.

"Oh...I have an impression."

Claff nodded. Pim Technology's products are quite powerful and will not lose to Stark Industries and Osborne Group, but they seem to be taking the high-level route, so they rarely see their products in daily life.

"Are you interested in their show?"

"I'm not really interested, but Notru said he will go there then, and then Alarei is going to go there too."

Angela shrugged, then looked at Craft with a smile, trying to see what expression he would show.

Sure enough, when Craft heard Alarey clamoring to attend the exhibition, he turned into the famous painting "Scream".

"What are you kidding?! Have you never stopped Alare?!"

"Well, I think she's so pitiful that she's always locked up at home and in games, or putting it in outer space to play."

Angela said to Craft seriously: "Allare doesn't care, but I think she still has to try to let her out for fun. Before "Dream World", didn't Allare cause any big trouble?"

"Uh...you say that... how else can I object?"

Craft rubbed his nose with a wry smile. After Angela said this, he also found that after he built "Dream World", he ignored Alarei. Now she has taken the initiative to ask to go out, so what can he do? He can only agree.
Chapter completed!