Chapter 572 Then, two sharp fangs grew.

In the beginning, the continent was actually governed by a single monarch, but then it was fragmented, civil strife continued, and the country gradually fell apart, and new states of all sizes appeared.

Many small countries are weaker, and they are also eroded and occupied by stronger countries, forming a larger state.

to the end.

Basically all the small countries were wiped out.

Only a small country remains.

And the reason why this small country did not experience the suffering of war is entirely because this country is inhabited by a very mysterious race.

Hearsay.

They are different from ordinary people, they can capture the changes of all things in nature, and even can demagogue, which is similar to the legendary spirits, but some emperors do not believe in evil, after all, this land is very fertile, if it is occupied, not only the territory can be expanded.

It can also strengthen its own national strength.

And, the first one who was not afraid of death to lead troops to fight this small country was a medium-sized country, but the result was a fiasco, and after the defeated soldiers returned, their eyes were red, their faces were wrinkled, their breath was bad, and their teeth gradually fell out.

Then, two sharp fangs grew.

At first, they were somewhat sane, but when they returned to their home country, they became delirious and emaciated.

began to go crazy and generally gnaw at his wife, parents, and more relatives.

Strangely enough, these people do not bite people when they see them, but only bite them that are connected to their own blood, and when they taste the blood, they tend to recover a little more, and when they see the bloody corpses on the ground, they almost repent.

What flashed in my mind was the warm pictures of the past, but now, all of them were covered in blood.

Some people were overwhelmed and picked up the machetes at home and slashed at their necks.

Just listen to the clang.

Even the machete was bounced back by the flesh, and even the edge of the knife was bent.

They desperately studied how to let themselves die, some of them hanged, obviously it was a thick rope, but after hanging for three days and three nights, the rope was broken, they still didn't lose their breath, and some jumped directly into the lake.

The lake is deep.

But after they sank, they didn't feel suffocated at all, but in the water, there was a little more pleasure.

Some people sank at the bottom of the lake for seven days and seven nights, their bodies were white and swollen and almost ulcerated, but they were still alive.

was heartbroken and wanted to be martyred for his family, but this time, even the iron pot fried himself, and the pot burned out a big hole, and his skin was just a little darker.

You can't die, and you can't vent in your heart, and the one who caused all this is the emperor who lives in the imperial city.

They broke into the imperial city in droves.

The Praetorian Guards, seeing their ragged and vicious appearances, thought that they were rioters, and immediately began to suppress them, but the Janissaries were also dumbfounded, and their sharp bladed weapons slashed at the flesh and mutilates of those people.

If you don't cut the blood, forget it.

Even the weapon in his hand was broken, and the tiger's mouth was numb.

That day.

In the imperial city, there were overwhelming desperate cries and screams, and the blood gradually flowed down the smooth and neat steps, and the huge imperial city became a place where corpses were piled up, and even the emperor was bitten off his flesh and blood alive and died on the dragon chair that symbolized the pinnacle of power.

The group of people sat on the corpses, looking up at the stars in the sky, even though they had killed all the people in this country, but their hearts still seemed to be missing a piece and empty.