"I saw that the Son of God was nailed to the elevated shelf, and his dying expression was compassionate and high."

- "Weeds"

Someone once said to Yan Mo: If you can describe your life in one word, I think there is no more suitable than "bitterness".

Admittedly, she thinks so too.

Yan Mo is not the heroine of an old-fashioned bitter drama, on the contrary, she takes a script that changes her life against the sky. She succeeded halfway, she went against other people's heavens, but she couldn't change her life after all.

When he was very young, the demon clan had not yet united. At that time, there was war everywhere, and she often saw her mother crying, and she always thought that her mother was crying for the war, for the common people and for the dead soldiers. However, when she saw her father stepping into the position of the leader of the alliance, she gradually realized that where there is any mercy in the world, in this era of devouring demons and eating people, weak people can't even protect themselves.

On the day her mother was tied to the altar, she was taken by her father to watch the slaughter called the sacrifice. She was standing in front of the stage, and her sister was going to come to see her, but she kept crying. Through the fire and smoke, she saw her mother burning on the altar and her father sitting on a high seat on the other side of the altar.

"Bow down!"

In the worship of the crowd, she held her sister and stood in a position second only to her father.

"The gods descend to earth! Sons bless! The priest shouted.

"The gods descend to earth! Sons bless! "The demons are in harmony.

Afterwards, a reporter interviewed her about her feelings and asked her if she was happy at the time.

She didn't answer. Just told the security guards to chase him away.

In fact, the journalist died in a "car accident" the next day.

After watching the entire sacrifice without saying a word, Yan Mo didn't know how she did it, and her attention at that time was all on her mother. The mother smiled and walked away, showing no pain on her face the whole time. The red flames scorched everything on the stage, and Yan Mo only remembered that the flames had burned her cheeks and shoulders a little hot. In the worship and cheers of the demons, she actually felt that sooner or later she would have to embark on this road.

After her mother left, Yan Zhengang felt guilty and gave her and her sister the best treatment, and even the elders in the alliance had to give three points of courtesy when they saw them. As a princess above ten thousand people under one person, she received the best education, wealth and prestige, but what is the use of all this? What Yan Zhengang gave her was dirty, rich with blood.

This alliance leader didn't love his daughter much, he just wanted to make up for his poor little conscience and find a reason for himself to erase the guilt of the year.

The son of the god worshipped by the demons is actually nothing.

Yan Mo knew this, so she devoted all her resources to creating the Demon Spirit Clan.

If you don't want to be a sheep to be slaughtered, you have to become a man-eating tiger.

She planted spies at the bottom and won hearts and minds on top. She was playing a game of chess, and her opponent was her father.

But in the process, an accident happened. That's Rason, that is, robot 0017. She never imagined that she would fall in love with a robot, love hopelessly, and love until she loses everything.

She remembered the first time she met 0017 at a small meeting, where his hand hooked her wrist. Although he stressed many times that the first time they met was when a building was blasted, she was really unimpressed. In action, there were too many people who had caught her. Those are subordinates, and she doesn't deliberately remember them.

Later, after a chance job transfer, 0017 was transferred to her.

At first, Yan Mo only thought that 0017 was a relatively rare robot that calculated feelings. But in contact again and again, she was touched by his frank and simple love, he would clumsily go to the field to pick flowers for her, remember her birthday, and learn recipes to make her favorite braised fish.

They teach each other what love is and what warmth is.

She told him jokes and taught him how to counter-reconnaissance. He wore battle armor for her, was born and died, and held up a piece of heaven for her in the rain of bullets.

For the first time, Yan Mo felt that she was protected, and for the first time, she had the feeling of a little princess in a fairy tale. She's not a god, she's gone, she's just an ordinary girl.

Kiss in the rain of blood, show love in the guns. Especially when kissing with Luo Sheng, the simulated skin and clumsy kissing skills add warmth to the originally cold world. At that moment, Yan Mo, who had almost never shed a tear, cried. She felt that all the hardships given to her by God were worth it, at least she got Luo Sheng in exchange.

They were together for a full seventy years. During this period, Yan Mo was happy and sweet every day. In terms of the lifespan of ordinary humans, they have already lived together all their lives.

They should have walked a longer road together.

But the game doesn't stop because of these happiness, it's like archery, and there's no turning back from what has already begun.

Just as she had expected, war broke out, and the flames burned happiness out once again.

"Why? Yan Mo? Why is this thing with you! ”

She will never forget Luo Sheng's trembling voice and incredible expression. Yan Mo held the knife and didn't say a word.

At that moment, she wanted to tell him that no, she didn't do it, that the war was caused by someone else, and she didn't know why the detonation document was here.

But she couldn't, what she thought to herself:

Since it has been planted, the best way is to use this matter to force Luo Sheng away. I was one bad move, and I couldn't gamble on Luo Sheng's life to accompany her through this ghost gate.

Her heart was bleeding, but her expression was still cold.

"I was originally using you, 0017, your mission is complete, you, you can get out."

……

After forcibly sending Luo Sheng back to the Terrans, she was sent to the battlefield by the Alliance Leader.

The setting sun stained the earth red.

The war drums sounded, the flags fluttered, and Yan Mo stood alone on the hill, looking at the soldiers below.

At that moment, she was not just Luo Sheng's lover. She is Yan Ruo's sister and the princess of the Demon League. He is still the son of God in the mouth of all demons.

There are thousands of warriors and countless demon families behind her.

"Long live the demon clan!" She shouted.

"Long live the demon clan!" The demons shouted.

"The Son of God will win!" The priest shouted.

"The Son of God will win!" The demons shouted.

Seven days later

Dark clouds overwhelmed the city, and enemy troops entered.

The demon war was about to break out, and in the midst of artillery fire, she led the demon spirit team to rush to the forefront.

The war lasted three days and three nights. The comrades-in-arms fell one by one, and the demon spirit team was almost wiped out.

On the last night, the moon was round.

The soft light scattered on the blood-sprinkled ground, and Yan Mo sat next to the corpse of her comrade-in-arms, she drank wine and didn't say a word.

You can't win, everyone knows you can't win. From the day he came, Yan Zhengang never planned to let his daughter go back alive.

In the moonlight, she smashed the bottle and tied up her hair.

In the name of the so-called Son of God, after pushing away the last member of the team, she carried her favorite Thompson gun and cannon barrel on her back and went to the enemy camp alone.

If you want to die, you might as well die a heroic death.

Stepping over corpses and puddles of blood, she almost went insane.

It was the most murderous night, and the last time she saw the moon.

The night passed, and the ammunition ran out. She didn't know how many people she had killed or how many injuries she had suffered, but she remembered that when she was caught, the flames had set fire to almost half of the earth, as if it had been that morning many years ago.

Yan Mo was picked off and his tendons were broken. Like her mother's sacrifice, the enemy tied her high to the cross.

The north wind mixed with bloody gas and the sound of trumpets came from the battlefield.

For the last time, she looked into the distance, where there were demons, there was a hometown, and there were people who worshipped her as a god.

Scold.

She smiled.

With his own life, he put the last touch on the chessboard.

The machete sank into his neck, and blood was splattered on the ground. In the end, she didn't see the golden light in the sky.

When the morning came again, it was all over, and a ray of sunlight was reflected off the blood-dripping knife face, hitting a skeleton that had been cut and could not be seen in its original form. Next to the corpse, the severed head was facing east, and the peach blossom eyes were still looking into the distance.

Son of God. Scold.

How can God be invincible in front of man, but another innocent life has been wasted......