What are Sim and Drax doing?

What can you expect from two guys who only have fighting in their heads?

It must only be what they are good at...

"Bang"

The cold blade passed through the chest of the frightened Ra God Priest, and the tremendous power nailed him to the wall behind him in a gorgeous robe, and his lifeless body was thrown around on the blade like a flag, and the blood was sprinkled in the gravel under his feet, and if you looked closely, you could still find a golden crown belonging to the noble sacrifice in the blood-stained gravel, but the symbol of power became meaningless after the owner died.

When he was dying, he didn't seem to be able to believe all this, and he stared blankly at the magnificent temple in front of him, the sacred structure that had been re-erected thousands of years later, walking on the earth for the glory of the god Ra, had been completely ignited, and the flames and smoke that had rushed into the sky represented the destruction and brilliance that had come, and the ruins on the ground made the scene so bleak under the cold illumination that seemed to have lost all sunshine.

Sim sat bored at the top of the ruins of the temple destroyed by brute force, he supported his chin with his arm, watching the low-level demons laugh wildly and chase down the priests who had no ability to resist, he used to be addicted to this kind of work that seemed to be very stylish, but now he could only feel a kind of disgust.

"There is no point in slaughtering the weak!"

He scoffed, but he didn't stop them, these humans were on the wrong side of their fateful choices, so they were now starting to bear the price.

Standing at the top of the ruins, Sim stood at the top of the ruins as he watched the people who had returned from the modern age back to the Middle Ages and beyond, and saw in their eyes numbness, hatred, anger, and despair.

All the negative emotions, along with the gathering of these people, made this ruined place even more dilapidated.

"Listen!

Sim cried out, "As you can see, I am not an angel who came to escape from your suffering, I am a demon, but sometimes you have to accept help from demons... Look, behind me, are the priests who oppress you, who force you to give up your dreams of freedom, and to give everything you have to the so-called gods, and you may hate them, or you may fear them, and you may even like them, all these are fine, but today!"

"Today, I'm giving you a chance to choose your destiny again!"

The demon reached out and grabbed a priest from behind who was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he couldn't speak, and threw him into the crowd in front of him, in the past few months, the obedient people who had already been taught by the whip and death subconsciously dodged, and the poor priest was thrown to the ground, how strong the demon's hand was, this time he let out a scream, his head broke and he was bleeding, and he only had half a breath left.

"Bang"

A broken knife was thrown beside the priest, and the people subconsciously remained silent, looking at the archdemon Sim, who crossed his waist and shouted:

"Kill him! Break with that bullshit faith! Once you have taken a stand, you can return to civilization and get out of this hellish world!"

"But if you don't want to do that... No one will force you!"

The bald man smiled darkly: "Do you like to live in this disgusting quagmire, or really live like a person, the choice is in your hands!"

He glanced back at the sky, and in the scorching desert sky, a dense mass of flying monsters had flown towards this stronghold, they had the appearance of a dragon, and they wielded the power of wind and thunder, that was the sky dragon of Osiris, one of the symbols of death in Egypt.

Sim leaped up from the ruins, the huge black dragon-like figure flapped its wings and rushed into the sky, behind him, the flying demons flew up from the ruins, followed the big demons, and rushed towards the attacking "oracles", the demons screamed and eager to fight, the newborn hell is also a cruel battlefield, only continuous fighting, can they get enough strength to stand on.

"After the battle is over, we will leave here ... There's not much time left for you... Woe to humanity!"

After a round of slaughter by the resurrected pharaohs, the remaining population of Egypt was already small, scattered within 7 large gathering points, almost all the remaining people in Egypt, and at this moment, the salvation that had long been cut off was brought by a hideous demon, which undoubtedly made everyone suspicious.

And some people who had been completely frightened by the evil gods screamed unintelligible eulogies, rushed out of this blasphemous scene, locked in their broken houses and shivered, but there were many more people who did not leave.

"I... I used to be a professor... I teach history at Cairo University. ”

An unseemly old man who had been tortured by a cruel life was the first to step out of the crowd, and he was talking to himself, not to others, but more to himself:

"I don't have a prominent status, I don't have money, my wife died young, and I have a stiff relationship with my son. ”

The old man bent down and tried to pick up the knife, but he was too weak to pick it up several times, and his eyes were scattered, and his voice became hoarse:

"I don't believe in God! I never believed! I just want to find my poor son, to find my lovely grandson, I don't want eternal life! I don't want gifts, I don't want elevation!"

"I just want my life, I just want my loved ones, I just want them..."

He slumped on the ground, as if caught in his own world, and a tall figure stepped out of the crowd, bent down, picked up the broken knife on the ground, and stuffed it into the old man's hand.

"Then go ahead!"

The stranger said, "Kill him!

He turned his head to look at the people behind him who were mixed with fear and longing, and he cried out in a loud voice:

"We are human beings! How can we live like domesticated beasts!"

"Ahhh

The old man used his last sharp weapon, and slashed at the neck of the unconscious priest, blood splattered, rendering the hot grit around him blood-red, and this knife used up all his strength, so that he sat on the ground, and this splashed blood also seemed to be a sign, a call, behind him, those who hesitated, finally acted in silence.

They picked up stones from the ground, sticks, and even their own unsightly hands, which had been worn out in the temple of the building, and walked towards the nobles who had been tied up.

They eventually made their choice.

The old man looked at this tragic slaughter, and he did not know what to think, and he laughed like a madman, and slapped the ground, and this laughter caught the attention of the young man who had helped him, and he leaned down and asked:

"Why are you laughing?"

"Aha, why can't I laugh? young man? Look around you... The Red Sea will not be parted by our rebellion, nor will there be a great Moses to guide us, nor will there be the Holy Ten Commandments to purge all enemies, but don't you think... It's like... Is this like a blood-stained hope for tomorrow?"

The old man's eyes began to scatter, and he reached out to grasp the young man's arm, and he looked at him, using the last of his strength:

"Live! good boy... Survive!!Survive hell and you will see heaven..."

The young man looked at the old man whose life had begun to wither in the last burst, and his lips moved to say something, but in the end, he just pursed his lips and nodded vigorously:

"My name is T'Chaca, old sir... I'm going to live! I'm going to live with dignity! I'm going to change the world..."

From above, the seven settlements built along the still flowing Nile River were like seven points of light burning in the darkness, and almost at the same moment, the entire river was set on fire.

And the reason why it is so troublesome is because the two isolated islands of civilization and the thirst for human resources in the new world have reached a point where they cannot be satisfied, and on the other hand...

"Perfect world for the hosts... That's for human habitation. ”

The big tengu shook his fan, and the white robe behind him fluttered in the desert, making this big monster feel more and more like a fairy wind bone, of course, this is his nature, not to say that he wants to be promoted suddenly or anything, the big tengu was already one of the most powerful creatures in the demon world long before he took refuge in Cyber, and it was not so simple for him to be promoted.

Compared to the other busy demon lords, he seemed to be very laid-back, just circling around the desert, as if looking for something, and eventually, he stopped on a featureless sand dune, he leaned down, his fan shook slightly, and the gravel on the ground was removed, revealing the ruins that had completely collapsed below.

It wasn't from hundreds of thousands of years ago, just a few months ago... Cairo, the capital of Egypt, was buried in the slaughter ground under the wind and sand by the wrath of the god Ra, and almost a few of the millions of people in the city escaped, all of whom were martyred for the city.

"Alas... Evil God!"

Tengu sighed, and with a wave of his hand, a storm formed behind him, at first faint and unable to roll up the gravel, but soon, it turned into a black storm.

"Souls buried under the sand, if you can hear it, help me!"

Tengu shouted in a voice that his soul could hear:

"Unleash your anger, your despair, your pain, and let the gods who are high in the sky see it... Pull them down from their thrones and let them hear your hatred and your curse!"

The black wings behind the Great Tengu suddenly opened at this moment, the fan in his hand disappeared, and his voice became higher and higher:

"Desert, if you have a soul of your own, wake up!"

"Raise your grit! Shade out the sun!!"

"Boom Boom Boom"

The visible sandstorm surged wildly at this moment, at the foot of the Great Tengu, in the ruins of the city that was hidden in the desert, thousands of ghosts cried, like an open Senluo Hell, those invisible ghosts, with open arms, rushed out from under the desert, they lost their physical body, and could not even hold a grain of quicksand, but at this moment, in the call of the Great Tengu, these ghosts forcibly lifted the entire fallen city from under the quicksand.

The millions of tons of quicksand were swept into the air by the Great Tengu storm, and in an instant, the most terrible desert storm ever recorded by mankind was formed, and everywhere it went, all the quicksand was rolled up, and the human civilization that was hidden under the desert of death was re-exposed to the sun.

That terrible pillar of quicksand reached the sky, and even Sif in northern Europe, who commanded the Asgardian garrison, could see it clearly.

"Bang"

The wine glass in General Sif was completely crushed at this moment, her eyes shining with disbelief, compared to the other God's Domain soldiers with blank expressions, she knew exactly what the pillar of quicksand represented.

It was a demonstration, it was a battle flag, it was the clarion call for the beginning of war, it was the empty cry of hell.

He's back!

The Overlord is back!

Cyber Hawke is back!

He wants to fulfill the arrogant curse he left behind before he left, and he wants to challenge the gods who have returned to the world with his own strength, and he wants to expel them from this world and send them back to where they belonged, one by one.

He's going to... He's going on a killing spree!