Sneer——! As a slender, wet palm pierced the outer membrane of the egg shell, the evil god with sufficient bodies descended once again into the material world.

He opened the pair of ice-blue eyes that had been generated rapidly in a short period of time, and felt the light around him, and the color of the pupils darkened slightly.

"Ah——! Ahh Yes? Yes! Luo Shen opened his mouth and adjusted his vocal cords, which had only evolved to the level of a lizard, and re-evolved them to be more suitable for the structure of the human vocal tract.

"Wang Mang." He said.

Wang Mang chose to be silent, he silently stared at the evil god in front of him, although the other party's appearance was just a young boy, and even the Q bomb outside the painting style was cute, but he didn't dare to really think like this.

Wang Mang still vaguely remembers a paragraph he once saw on the Internet before crossing into this world: it talks about the difference between the thinking of evil gods and humans.

The unknown netizen used an interesting contrast between "humans and ants" to describe the incident.

That is, a group of ants trying to attract the attention of humans.

And is it possible?

Obviously, under normal circumstances, it is certainly impossible for ants to attract the attention of huge, busy humans. But if the ants besiege the city at the door of the human race and call your name, there is still a high probability that it will attract your attention.

So you're sure to stop and take a closer look.

The ants said, "You can't leave, because we've fenced you in this circle, and you have to do us a favor now."

And then you're going to think, or really want to see what they're going to do next, and you're like, 'Okay, I'm throwing in the towel, what do you want me to do for you?' ’

Basically, if it's a more mundane benefit, like killing this ant, or giving us a whole bunch of sugar...... And then you must be like, "Ah...... Well, it's not a hassle anyway, and you can tell this weird story to your friends – these ants call you by your name and tell them a spoonful of candy or something......"

But if sometimes the ants will tell you to do things that you can't do or feel like trouble.

For example, one of them said: I like this ant very much, but she doesn't pay attention to me at all, please let her value me!

You just think, how is this possible!

So, you've killed all the ants, and you're left with only these two ants, and you're done! The problem is solved, and then the first ant will blame itself: what the hell did I do?

Basically, that's what humans can imagine about the evil gods.

But actually.

This figurative consideration is also necessarily a product of the limitations of human perspective, human physiology, and perception of the world. It's just a closer idea to humans, just like ants can't think about why humans go out at 7 o'clock in the morning on "Monday~Friday", and most of them stay at home on weekends.

Because there is neither a "working day" nor a "rest day" in the thinking and cognition of ants.

Naturally, they can't understand that the huge life form of "humans" has such a law of action.

And if ants also have the inheritance of knowledge.

Then the story of the millions or tens of millions of citizens of the ant kingdom on your doorstep will be passed down from generation to generation: "Whenever the temperature rises slightly after the sun rises, the giants will drag the huge shadows of the canopy over the earth in the tremor of the earth and the howl of the hurricane...... After five consecutive cycles, the giant will fall into a silent ...... of two cycles"

Wang Mang didn't want to deal with the other party.

Because he realizes that the "thing" on the other side doesn't actually change his behavior because of any words or actions you make.

In the eyes of this evil god who calls himself 'Luo Shen', perhaps he, the king of a country who has supernatural powers beyond mortals, is not much different from ordinary mortals.

He is not a being who can be deceived by words or influenced by deeds.

Therefore.

Communication is also actually a meaningless act.

'Want to beat...... No, victory is out of the question, and even if I destroy his body again, it's pointless to stop the evil god's regenerative ability. Now the only thing that can be called [victory] is survival...... Wang Mang quickly thought of a way.

In fact, he himself knows very well what kind of person he is.

Selfish, treacherous, never knowing how to love others, and in his eyes, everything that everyone else values is only divided into two types: "useful" and "unuseful".

Arguably.

He himself is the scum of humanity.

He can give up everything for the sake of profit.

But his only merit is the same - in the eyes of this mean, cold-blooded scumbag, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome.

He can betray his friends and relatives, kill his descendants, and sacrifice the lives of his people for his own interests...... Then he can sacrifice anything in exchange for a temporary steal in extreme danger.

And once he has the strength one day, he will not hesitate to attack, regain everything he has lost and trample those who have brought him humiliation into hell!

"Huh......" he exhaled and cheered for himself in his heart: "Wang Mang, you can ...... it'

However.

Before Wang Mang's inner monologue fell, a sharp pain came from his right shoulder—and then, a piece of his tall, backlit figure was suddenly torn out of thin air!!

This is a brute force, irresistible, and devastating tear!

Wang Mang's strong, wisps of muscle fibers are like muscles twisted from titanium alloy, and the tough skin that is enough to resist the bombardment of artillery shells, even in the continuous bombardment of missiles, there is a high probability that the intact arm bones are so fragile!

That's it......

In an instant, he was torn off his body by some invisible force!

Wang Mang's pupils constricted violently.

His sharp vision could naturally detect Luo Shen's movements in an instant—"That'?!! His eyes were locked on a puppet figure that Luo Shen had taken out at some point.

"Curse?!" Wang Mang concluded almost immediately.

There are many strange and evil things in this world that cannot be explained by science, and as a hegemony for many years, there is an accumulation of many fantastical fantasy works that I have seen before crossing over...... Wang Mang naturally won't be like the protagonist in many stories who have to work for a long time to understand the other party's methods.

But even if you know that this is a curse, you can roughly think of the connection between the tearing off of your own arm and the torn off arm of the puppet.

But at this moment.

Wang Mang has no choice!

At this time, although the distance between the two is only dozens of steps, for him, he can be killed in a few tenths of a second, but the other party is an evil god!

Whether it's melee ability or speed, it's even a head over him!

At this time, it is obviously impossible to step forward and grab hard.

But if he waits like this, it is obviously worse, so Wang Mang's mind is about to delay - but he forgot that he had just thought about "communicating with him is a meaningless act".

I can only say "really fragrant" here.

"Wait! What are your abilities?! Wang Mang roared angrily.