Bang......

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and Carson tightened his neck. Looking out through the small hole......

The village was in shambles, filled with cacophony, screams, and the sound of explosions and houses collapsing. Human-built warhorses were trampling back and forth, the most recent one even right in front of Carson's eyes. A demonic man fought bravely, but only charged a few steps before being swept down by a machine gun and slammed to the ground.

The machine gun was still firing brutally, and his body shook as a result of the hit.

"Catch them!" A large majestic man shouted, raising the miniature cannon in his hand. After a loud bang, the house in front of him collapsed in smoke and dust.

"Captain, we've found the Demonic Altar!"

"Those bastards! I knew they weren't a good thing. The altar was used to collect souls. There must be our human spirits up there! Destroy the altar and do it according to the rules! ”

"Yes!"

A few mercenaries agreed, and quickly blasted the altar and placed some precision instruments in the original place of the altar. After a while, the instrument lit up with a faint blue light. Carson knew it was psionic light, and they were collecting the psionic energy that had escaped after the altar was destroyed.

These damned bandits!

Carson's angry face contorted. Those psionic powers have been accumulated in the village for a long time. Now it's all snatched up by these mercenaries. What is the difference between them and robbers? They also keep saying that demonizing people are evil, are they themselves righteous?

Carson couldn't figure out why the humans were attacking them, their village was a very small part of the demonic people, belonging to the ancient 'farming' lineage. They don't like to hunt humans, but instead use a unique ritual to gather psionic energy. A group of newborns from each generation in the village are selected to provide the 'tinder'. They don't need to produce, they don't need to work, they enjoy all the benefits that the village has to offer. A life is only for the sake of giving. When they die, the psionic energy returns to the altar and becomes a sacrifice to the demons.

This is the private sacrifice of demonic people, although it is not as easy as plundering humans, but the spiritual energy produced is purer.

But all this was destroyed by the arrival of the human race, who forced their way into their homeland. Snatch women and kill men. Then the entire village was burned. They plundered the spiritual energy that their village had so hard accumulated, and called it 'revenge'?

Carson gritted his teeth and watched, but couldn't do anything.

The conflict between demonic humans and humans has been going on for tens of thousands of years. They have become accustomed to crushing each other. Even a 'farming' tribe like Carson encounters humans. Carson could only watch silently, cursing them for not dying well.

And the truth is......

Retribution comes sooner than his curse.

Rumble!

An armored vehicle exploded, and the flames reflected the faces of the nearby mercenaries red.

"What's going on? What about the vigilant sentinels? ”

"Enemy attack! There are enemies attacking us! ”

"Ahh

"Many, so many enemies! No, it's a demon!! ”

The screams of the mercenaries could be heard all over the village, and they were seen gathering in a panic. He was knocked down by an attack from nowhere. Armored vehicles were destroyed, and the darkness around the village seemed to turn into a large mouth, devouring unknown creatures. The intruder, who had just been brutal, became prey. It is constantly torn apart and devoured.

One mercenary after another fell, and one armored car exploded. Soon, the fierce gunfire became quieter and the village was quiet again.

The flames crackled, and Carson felt an endless fear welling up in his heart. He didn't know where the disaster came from. I don't know what I'm afraid of, just deep fear. Afraid. It's as if there is a cowardly demon trembling in the bottom of my heart, infecting all my fears on me.

The village was quiet...... There were no gunshots, no screams. But it seems to be even more terrifying than just now. Carson shuddered, hesitating to get out.

The intruders outside seem to be all dead, right?

Who killed them?

Why, there is no movement?

Carson thought wildly. It was gradually difficult to suppress the curiosity in his heart, and although he was scared, fear did not solve the problem. As the village's last 'spark', Carson feels that bravery is more important than safety.

He wondered what was going on outside.

The stone blocking the entrance to the cave was pushed open. Carson crept out. He carefully hid in the corner, letting his body be covered in shadow as much as possible. Poke your head out to check on the village.

Everywhere there was firelight, ruins, wreckage. The armoured vehicles of the human mercenaries were burning, and there was blood and stumps everywhere.

There were no living people, all the invaders died. Carson found him alone in the entire village, maddeningly empty.

He waited for a long time without change, so he mustered up the courage to walk out. Come to the altar of the village. The mercenaries here are gone, only their instruments are still working, flashing blue light. A glittering crystal is growing in the instrument, and blue lines like tree roots are growing inside.

It's beautiful......

Carson knew that this was the crystallization of psionic energy, and these blue roots were the psionic energy that his village had dedicated in the past, and when he died, he would become a part of it.

What pure psionic power......

Feeling the shock in his heart, Carson involuntarily reached out and wanted to touch the crystal.

But at this moment, he felt a darkness in front of him, and a huge shadow enveloped him.

Be...... What is it?

Carson's heart tightened, and he felt like his whole body was going to be sucked in fear. He didn't dare to look back, let alone move, just kept his hand outstretched. It's like a wood carving clay sculpture.

Soon, a huge arm reached through his ear and took the spiritual energy crystal in front of him.

Then he heard a low gasp behind him. A warm gust of wind blew on his neck, making Carson's hairs stand on end. There's someone behind him, no, it's a demon! It's still a huge, powerful demon!! He is looking at himself, looking at himself! He's going to kill me, he's going to crush me, like the mercenaries who were killed!! Run, run...... Why...... Why can't you run?

Carson was screaming in his heart, but he couldn't move his body anyway. The whole person was shocked by fear, as if he had fallen into the abyss.

In the midst of indescribable fear and despair, he suddenly heard a weak voice.

"You...... Is it the survivor of the village? ”

What the!? How can it be a girl's voice?

Carson was startled, turned his head with all his might, and immediately saw the scene of a lifetime memory.

In the burning village, a burly troll lord was standing behind him, like a mountain. On his shoulders sat a little girl in a hooded coat, her naked slender feet swaying slightly, and her tiny toes shining like jade.

Carson swore it was the most beautiful, perfect, crystalline pointe he had ever seen. It's like ...... It's like the creation of the demon god...... Perfect.

So he knelt down...... Centripetal faith.

The black shadow shook, and a large number of black shadows poured out from behind the burly troll lord, boundless, like a tide...... (To be continued......)