Now is the person, what was it before?

The man didn't dare to think about the meaning behind this sentence, he knew a lot, what he heard, what was right and what was wrong, It is said that demons can also transform into human appearance, and it is said that several monarchs in the demon world are all handsome, it is said...

There are too many "supposed" things to verify, and these are just what he has heard, and there are many more that he has not heard, and it is obviously a mistake to measure the ability of the other person with a shallow understanding.

Once he knew that the little boy on the other side was not a human before, the man believed his words a little more in his heart, but he refused to show weakness, and muttered, "Then wait until you really kill the demon." ”

With that, he went upstairs with a basket of bread, and as he went, he took one and stuffed it into his mouth fiercely, and took a big bite.

The door on the second floor slammed shut, and footsteps could be heard moving in the door.

Hua Yan put the bread in his mouth with a knife, the current bread is not very delicious, it seems that the starter is misplaced, there is a slight sour taste, and it is a little strong, and it needs to be chewed vigorously for a while before it can be swallowed.

This is just a middle-class family, the family does not have much food in stock, today this bread is eaten, tomorrow you have to worry about the food, about the time to sell, I don't know how much valuable things the man left behind.

While thinking about this, I filled my stomach and prepared to go to the square to have a look, I heard that there is a demon god statue there, and every time there is a blood moon, it will "live" and "bless" those hateful nobles.

The priests in the city also appeared in front of everyone as the "spokesman of the demon god", and the teachings he taught, if anything, were probably "how to please the demons".

Since he was preparing to deal with the demon, Hua Yan naturally had to go to the field to check it first, and he didn't do it during the day, because the sight of other people was more unsafe for him than the danger of the night, although he couldn't cultivate his spiritual power well now, but there was no problem with simple use, in this case, as long as the demon didn't appear, the night was the best cover for him.

On the square, the statue of the demon god, which looks majestic and magnificent during the day, looks a little eerie at night, obviously carved from white stone, but the color on it is dark and black, and the strong smell of blood can be smelled from afar, making people wrinkle their noses uncomfortably.

The square was very empty in the surrounding area, and there was no light in the houses, so it was impossible to tell if it was uninhabited, or if the people did not dare to light it here, for fear that the light would dislike the statue of the demon god, according to their usual opinion, the demon god who represented the devil liked the dark.

The name of the White City is more like a reverence for demons than a fact.

It's very quiet, if it weren't for the night of the blood moon, the neat sacrifice would not want to come to the side of the blood pool at all, the black color on the ground, who knows how many layers of blood paved out, as if there was a sticky feeling under the soles of the shoes.

The bloody atmosphere around the pool was even stronger, and when I looked at the bottom of the pool, it was unexpectedly clean, and at a glance, there was no residual flesh and blood at all, and the white color seemed to reflect the moonlight.

The statue of the Demon God is as tall as a three-story building, almost a landmark in the White Capital, its shape is hideous, its eight arms are stretched out with teeth and claws, as if grasping something, the specific thing is not carved into the hand, but the gesture of the virtual grip can still make people think of a lot.

The terrifying-looking demon god had protruding fangs, and his brass bell-like eyes were wide open, as if he was looking at something to express his dissatisfaction.

The body is □□, and the muscles of the distinct blocks are clearly exaggerated, and at a glance it is not the level that humans can have, showing the strength of the demon.

Hua Yan looked at it and thought, is this really a creature that he created? He doesn't remember that he has ever created such a creature.

Subconsciously he is still an appearance association, he will not deliberately make something so terrifying, if this is true, then, this world will definitely not be the one he knows well.

The Creator has a number of rights over the world, and they make rules at the very beginning, first, to determine their own Creator status, and secondly, it is equivalent to drawing all kinds of rules and regulations for the world, so that it grows into the rules, and when the Creator assists in the formation of such rules, he himself is in it, and needs to be constrained by the rules.

It is as if the man who built the wall has put himself in the wall, and almost all Creators face the same dilemma.

The most familiar Pangu is that as one of the demon gods, he wanted to open up the world, so he killed three thousand demon gods, and integrated the great power to achieve the rules of heaven and earth, and when the rules of heaven and earth were formed, it was when he died, and he belonged to one of the demon gods, and he was naturally a member who should not exist.

The new birth of the new growth gave itself a fatal blow, which is about what it means.

Because, being strong cannot be endless.

Hua Yan has been able to faintly realize some before, the difficulty of creating things is getting more and more difficult every time, not only because the creatures that need to be created are more agile and intelligent, but also because the rules are getting better and better day by day, and it is not allowed to create something out of nothing, which is about an unspoken rule, which is also taking shape little by little.

This is the world he created, not the world he created.

Many of them have what he thinks, but more often than not, they are the automatic completion of the rules, as if he arranged a result, and the rules had to be deduced and given antecedents.

Therefore, the world he created did not adopt a complex model, at the beginning, human beings were the most ordinary, without spiritual power, unable to cultivate immortals, without magical power, without magic, without special bloodlines, unable to awaken talents...

After knowing the tragedy of the original owner, what he wanted was a simple world, at least the human ability could not be beyond the power of mortals through any exercise, and could compete with the divine power of the creator god.

This is what he is thinking subconsciously, and it is almost copying the original template to do, and what he really wants to change is how not to participate in human affairs, let them develop freely, and see what the world will be like in the end.

If the creation of angels is a selfish thought, thinking of the purity and loyalty of this creature, then the subsequent appearance of other races has somewhat forgotten the original intention.

At that time, he thought it was nothing, the big deal was that he would be weakened for a while, who would have thought that it would lead to such a tragic war in the end.

What went wrong?

Hua Yan also reflected, and he felt that his original plan had gone astray since the creation of the angels.

Yes, the original owner was alone, and he could only rely on himself to do anything, which made him fall into isolation and helplessness, and finally fought with humans and lost repeatedly.

The angels he created seemed to increase his own helpers, how could it not have dispersed his own power, and the special abilities of the angels were all given by him through the Red Book, in this case, how could creatures that were far more powerful than humans talk well to humans like ants?

The contradiction existed from the very beginning, and the human beings, as the ruled, did not know about the existence of angels, which is why they could not accept the orders of the angels.

- What should I do if the bear child is disobedient?

- Of course, I have "taught" him well!

The "lessons" of the angels came too fiercely, and the rebellion of human beings came too early, and the contradictions between the two sides intensified.

Humans who were assumed to be weak from the beginning did not possess any special abilities, and it was almost impossible to win this battle with the angels, which made them hate it even more.

All they seem to be able to do is wait for generations, for them to get used to the angels, or for future generations to change the situation.

This was the dilemma he gave to humanity at the beginning, and now it has become his own dilemma.

The child's weak hands couldn't do more, and the fatigue caused by the inability to cultivate his mental power made Hua Yan fall asleep after returning to the house, and the deep sleep could only barely support the defensive shield of spiritual power to wrap his whole body.

On the second floor, the door quietly pushed open a gap, one eye looked out, and then carefully opened the door, and walked out slowly, his feet wrapped in thick leather, tied tightly on his calves, which made his footsteps almost impossible to land, and his movements were a little more neat.

The cloak that could not be seen during the day was draped over the body again, and the dirty blood from the last time had not been cleaned, and the previous ones were getting dirtier and smellier.

With a light step, he crossed the stairs with his cloak and quickly passed through the living room on the first floor, heading straight for the door.

The door was broken, and on the night of the Blood Moon, the knights broke into the door and destroyed the integrity of the door, and its lock was broken, along with a hole where you could see the outside world.

The man opened the door quickly, and then went out, and when the door opened, it was almost silent, and he quietly dripped some oil there, and the "guy" came back without noticing.

Thinking about it, he quickly closed the door again, leaned over and looked through the hole to see that the little figure was still sleeping, sleeping peacefully.

Is this really something powerful?

The man shook his head, he still didn't believe it, but it didn't prevent him from confirming it.

Not far from here there was an underground shack, in which there was hardly any sunlight, and the man opened the cover and walked down, and after walking for a while, he could see a faint light, and there were people in it, and those people were not yet asleep.

"Little rats, how was your harvest today?" asked a gruff voice, and then pulled one of them up with one hand.

It was a little girl, probably, looking much thinner, and crying weakly, like a cat's meow, and she growed and took out a few copper coins, and whispered like a mosquito, "That's all, Mr. Orpheus, and there is nothing more to-day." ”

Orpheus frowned and looked dissatisfied, and he was about to say something more when he heard a knock on the door with a special rhythm.

"Hah, why are you here?" said Orpheus, opening the door, and stepped aside, letting the bearded, hairy monster-like thing in.

Orpheus was a beautiful man, worthy of his name, of good looks, and able to mingle among noblewomen and get some important news.

Those aristocratic lords, in the face of their pillow people, are always not so tight.

A lot of what men know comes from him, and these worthless information is casually said by Orpheus like garbage, as long as a bottle of wine he can tell everything and everything, obviously, all his intelligence is used in women, and he does not have the wisdom he should have.

"I just found a new nest, and I'm coming to see you. The man stretched out his hand, and the dirty cloak was also plush, and the shape of it had changed from too long to use, and the bottle of wine was handed out like that, and I don't know where it came from, as if the cloak had grown its own hands.

"Bearded, you're so interesting!" Orpheus is a good wine, but he doesn't know how to taste wine, and all wine is equivalent to a taste for him, a taste that can make people get drunk and give up their troubles.

Stopping Orpheus from drinking right away, the man knew that he didn't drink well, he could get drunk with a bottle of wine, and once he got drunk, he would do some messy things that made people unable to talk properly.

"I have news for you, I'm sure the old men will like it, and maybe you can be more likable for it, but I need a guinea pig, you know. As he spoke, the man swept his gaze to the children around him, and the children who were curled up were like mice that could not see the light, waiting for their final fate.

Orpheus laughed and said, "It's rare that you would want a guinea pig." ”

As the darling of the noblewomen, Orpheus is never as glamorous as he seems, he will help those noblewomen deal with a lot of private matters, and he also needs a lot of helpers, he doesn't trust anyone, so he will use children who are more in control.

In the White Capital, there are many children who are left unattended, some because of the death of their parents, some because of the fall of the family, and some are children that the noblewomen give him to "dispose of", Orpheus will bring back, even if it is a baby, he will let these children feed the younger children, and tie their lives to the younger children until a certain age, so that they have to work hard and carefully to help him cultivate the next generation of useful people.

Because of his tyranny, these children are changing very quickly, and he has to search for more children, sometimes like a seeding machine, artificially creating some to trick those innocent girls into giving birth to him, and then take them underground when the children grow to a certain age, and never see the light of day again.

Every child in his hands is like a rat in a stinking ditch, and every day he is deceived and deceived to plunder everything he needs, and then handed it over to him at this time of the night, waiting for his judgment.

These children are not well cared for, each of them is either a little injured or a little sick, and the few who are rarely healthy are raised for some special purpose.

One of them is the guinea pig that the man wants, the body is healthy enough to experiment with the effects of various drugs, and it is also the best to help the owner test the poison.

The relationship between the man and Orpheus is not bad, and as soon as the deal was proposed, Orpheus agreed, "As long as one, you can pick whatever you want, these are all good." Orpheus drew a line and pointed to the ones on his right.

"Whether you want to be a pharmacist or not, tell me about your news first, and let me hear about it. Orpheus easily decided on their purpose in front of the children, and then asked nonchalantly for potentially important news.

"Of course it's important news, you know? If we eat the flesh of the devil, we can have the power of the devil!" the man's voice was very demagogic at the moment, as if what he said was the truth.

Orpheus was immediately moved, ordinary people may not know where the demons are, after all, their lives are limited to the White Capital and its nearby villages, but Orpheus knows that the superstitious nobles will not pin all their hopes on the Demon God Statue in the square, they will hunt little demons in private, the kind of weak things that can be easily put in cages, many of them are also used as mice, experimenting with the effects of various potions.

The nobles always fantasized that they could control the demons and create a team of demon guards. The women always scoffed at this, "As if that would prove their strength, men, hmph, always think of the impossible." ”

Before the Demon God Statue in the White Capital came out, the impossible thing was to control the demons, and with the Demon God Statue, their desire went even further - to have the power of the Demon God.

"Eating the flesh of a demon can gain the power of a demon?" Orpheus repeated in confusion, "It can't be so simple, why hasn't anyone found out before!"

The man snorted coldly and said, "Even if you find out, no one will say it, not to mention, who would think of eating that kind of thing?"

In this world, not everyone has the courage to be the first to eat crabs, the apothecary sect always tends to use drugs to control something, people or demons, and alchemists will always say that what they know comes from the most creative goblins in legends, and they are good at using some tools to imprison and manage demons.

The existence of the ancient hierarchical food chain, which also represents the way of power transfer, is always subconsciously ignored by them, because the demons are ugly enough to make anyone who has seen them lose their appetite, and naturally they will not think of eating their flesh and blood.

But, if it's true, then ... Orpheus's head was spinning quickly, he was very good at judging things from words, and the illusionary benefits made him easily believe this, and he was tempted by the "profit" that he thought of.

The man didn't take any of the children with him, he just chose one, kept it here for the time being, and then left, the night wind became colder and colder, and he walked through the streets, but he was in a very good mood, I wonder if those noble lords could refuse such a temptation, and if not, what would happen?

The greed of human nature, I am afraid that even the devil will bow to the wind.

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The cocoon of the creator god binds himself!

I'm sleepy, I'm sleeping!

The big long chapter is presented!