What is it?

A star soul in gestation?

Or is it a creator who has not yet awakened?

Or is it some kind of advanced life form that has never been seen before?

Zhang Cheng stared at everything that was happening in front of him, and his whole person fell into deep thought.

He could feel that the golden point of light was not the rule of death he was looking for, at least not entirely.

But what is incredible is that this thing has forcibly seized control of the death rules of the entire planet, allowing all the souls of dead life, especially the souls of intelligent life, to come here and become food for their own growth.

No consciousness!

There is no communication!

There is no such thing as wisdom!

The golden dots of light are like newly formed fertilized eggs, and some are just desperate for nourishment.

It was so weak, yet so powerful, so powerful that it was superior to any creature on this planet.

It's an essential gap in life, an innate control over energy.

Soon, under its insatiable hunger and thirst, billions of human souls were devoured, and Zhang Cheng's consciousness returned to his body, and he began to hesitate what to do next.

Obviously, the golden points of light, protected by layers of solid crust and hot mantle, outer core and inner core, are not as easy to absorb and exploit as the star souls of the world of Azeroth, and it is not even certain what kind of side effects they will have on themselves if they rashly draw power from them.

But one thing is certain!

As long as he could find a way to take it for himself, he would have the capital to confront the Creator.

As a person who aspires to transcend everything and stand at the apex of all life forms, Zhang Cheng does not like the current state of being controlled by people at all.

Although this control is vague, loose, and even generous, to be controlled is to be controlled, and it will not change in any way.

He hated this unequal relationship, and even more hated that the woman thought of herself as a child. Although he did not rule out breaking the seal and freeing the Creator who had been expelled from that world with his own hands.

"Looks like I need to revise my plans and stay a little longer......"

With a muttered whisper, Zhang Cheng finally made a decision to use an ultra-long-distance teleportation magic to leave the space station and return to the ground.

As for the astronauts on the space station, they have long been killed by him and thrown outside, turning into space junk drifting around the Earth's orbit.

......

Time flies, and four months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Ever since thermonuclear warheads licked up all populated areas of the globe, governments have largely existed in name only, and even the so-called elite elites have not had time to flee into prepared shelters.

The reason is simple!

They never dreamed that a nuclear war would break out without warning, and that the radar did not give early warning, and the anti-missile system was like an ornament.

In just a few hours, human beings have changed from the world's largest number of species to a miserable state with a total number of no more than 100 million, and this number is still rapidly decreasing due to nuclear contamination and lack of basic food and medicine, and it is estimated that it will not be long before only about 30 million people can barely adapt to the increasingly harsh living environment.

Of course, this is not the worst for the average person.

Worst of all, a group of self-proclaimed wizards began to hunt down survivors with impunity, force them into slavery, and build a new city, a real magical city, in the countryside of England that was completely free of nuclear attacks.

"My lord, here is the consumption of supplies for this week, if there is no problem, please sign. A middle-aged woman in her forties handed the parchment in her hand and respectfully placed it on her desk.

It can be seen that she is very nervous when facing a girl as old as her daughter, and she doesn't even dare to raise her head to look at the other party.

"Good job! keep it up!" Hermione grimaced, signing her name underneath and glancing out the window at the busy construction site.

With the help of magical power, in less than three months, a magical city with a fantastic style has risen from the ground, and it can be completely completed in half a year at most.

By exploiting ordinary people, the quality of life of wizards throughout the British wizarding world has not decreased, but has become better and better, and some have even reverted to the style of medieval aristocracy, hugging each other every time they go out, with dozens of servants.

Of course, these minions were all survivors of the nuclear explosion.

Some of them were captured by slave traders and forced to wear magic collars to serve wizards, while others had to give up their dignity and volunteer to serve wizards in order to obtain clean food, water, and medical care.

The brutal facts prove once again that so-called freedom and democracy are nothing more than a joke without a material foundation.

"Thank you for the compliment!I will continue to work hard!" The middle-aged woman hurriedly bent down and bowed deeply.

Before she could turn to leave, Lucius, who was full of smugness, approached and greeted with a smile, "Good morning, Miss Granger, if you don't mind, can you talk to me alone?"

"What's the matter?" Hermione narrowed her eyes warily.

She knew very well how much the pure-blood nobles led by the Malfoy family had swelled up in recent times, and they were not less connected with each other in private, and there were even rumors secretly that they wanted to elect a king, follow the medieval feudal system, and establish a real magical kingdom.

"It's about the Lord! After all, he's been gone for so long, we want to check on him, and you're the only one who can get in touch with him. Lucius said meaningfully tentatively.

"Why, it's only been a few months and you can't wait?" Hermione curled the corners of her mouth slightly, a sarcastic smile appearing.

"No, no, no, please don't get me wrong, we just want to confirm. I believe you should understand that with the increasing number of people under control, the entire wizarding world needs a cohesive symbol, a leader who can truly lead us to glory, and that Lord is the best candidate. We hope he will be the first king of the Magic Kingdom, that's all. Lucius cautiously explained.

"King?!" Hermione raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise.

If it had been before, she might have believed this request that sounded reasonable at first glance, but now ......

After experiencing countless conspiracies and betrayals, she has already turned gloomy black in her heart, and even if she closes her eyes, she can feel the other party's unbearable ambition.

You must know that the Malfoy family itself relied on betrayal and betrayal to develop and grow, as long as the interests are sufficient, there is nothing that they dare not do.

Just as the two of them looked into each other's eyes, without saying a word to see who couldn't hold on first, there was a violent vibration from the ground, and there was a loud rumbling sound.