Here, everything in the world is a double-edged sword. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Since that is "blasphemy", how can there be no "little" minor side effects......

It's like a spring sprout when the sun is still shining. I really want something to suddenly emerge from the deepest part of the boy's heart and grow rapidly, occupying the whole numb mind. The "gifts" of the world to all things are also the same in the dark world.

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As we have mentioned, there is a mystery in the academic circles of mages called "making up" that is impossible to verify.

It says that everything that is alive and inanimate in the world will either actively or unconsciously make up for everything that is flawed in the body in order to achieve relative perfection. This is the subconscious choice that life makes for a higher evolution. That is, the power that the world has given to all things to compete. It's like the dark demon spirit that devours the light, and it has a strange characteristic that is produced for its own completion.

This is original sin, one of the most basic laws of the demon world. -- Greedy plunder is the starting point of all disputes and wars. The Mother of the World is like a blessing to all things in the world with a bloody puzzle piece. If you want to achieve relative perfection, you have to tear apart all competing opponents and deprive them of what they get.

So, is the "blasphemy" of teenagers also another "defect"?

Just because a tree lacks fruit doesn't mean it won't produce new crystals. Perhaps it is precisely because of the lack of emotion that this defect has another extreme emotion - the birth of greed. By mistake, Kerr's choice made everything free from the interference and balance of other feelings. So can it be ascertained that the boy got the only huge piece of the puzzle at this moment, the first plunder and greed. This is a consequence that no one could have imagined. After all, "blasphemy" is a weapon that only the crazed inhabitants of the lower planes can use.

The world became a treasure in this moment, an empty treasure. And whether the teenager is still the fragile teenager is already an unsolvable false proposition.

From the beginning to the present, Kerr, who had not made any movements, suddenly roared angrily, and he moved.

The figure of a cyclops loomed behind Kerr. It was the first part of the complicated blood of all ogres, the source of the giants, the gift of the cyclops.

Like a cannonball, the moment the mutated one-eyed ogre lifted the antbear up, for some reason, a furious Kerr rushed out of the antbear's gaping mouth. After the brute transformation, the steely muscle layer was cut open like a tofu block by two giant scythes. The moment Kerr landed, two deep marks had been left on the one-eyed ogre's broad back.

They're huge, though. A wound large enough to kill could only be regarded as a minor injury that was not painful for this brute warrior.

An angry roar exploded across the battlefield like thunder.

Unlike its bloated and sluggish counterparts, the most important feature of brute change is that it burns all the impurities that can be used as power, so as to achieve inexhaustible power.

Feeling fooled, the one-eyed ogre is like a whirlwind spinning, and its abrupt turn smashes the skeleton of an ogre who wants to take advantage of the opportunity to pick up a bargain into pieces.

An unlucky demon who dodged a blue fist that quickly enlarged in his eyelids, but was slapped by another ogre who was fighting with the little ghost bird in a sudden way, landed between Kerr and the furious one-eyed ogre. Without even looking at him, his bulldozer-like body pressed straight over, venting his anger on Ker.

As for the victim who was trampled into pulp. No one will remember his name, and no one will go out of their way to mourn him. We just need to keep going until we fall.

It's not so much about storing grain for the winter. Now, it has turned into a kind of madness. The collision of the strong and the weak, the choice of survival of the fittest, and the silhouette of the darkness of the sky are presented here like a dark oil painting. Half-out ogres will not leave room for anything.

The first person to notice something was Cleo. The four-meter-tall Flame Demon Martial suddenly stood in front of Kerr, facing the behemoth whose momentum had risen to its peak in the charge. Although his strength alone was not enough to withstand this terrifying impact. Thankfully, he's not alone.

A dozen thorny vines suddenly emerged from the ground to form a large net of green glow, resisting the ogre for a moment. The moment the enraged one-eyed ogre tore through the barrier, a broken spear that appeared out of thin air swept towards the large one-eyed in the center of his face. Unfortunately, the instincts of the beast made this killing shot come to naught. But just as the ogre was about to wave his hand to slap the fly away, Igusi, who was keen to mend the knife, suddenly made a detour behind the one-eyed ogre and stabbed him hard in a position that would be harmonized off.

Heaven and earth suddenly ...... at this moment.

Heart-rending cries roared like thunder over the land. Is...... Those who hear it are sad, and those who listen to it cry. All races are almost undefended...... The defense was broken. Clio, whose face was covered in black lines, looked like an old rascal who had won a battle, and while running, he triumphantly wiped the short blade that he had carefully maintained with the only remaining rag on his body, and cursed hatefully: "What a fucking ......." Cool!"

The burly Fire Demon brought in several large necromancers to cover him and Ker's figures. Now don't worry about the threat of that monster for now. The one-eyed ogre, who was almost irritated to the point of madness, seemed to have burned all his sanity that was about to be in arrears, and chased after Igusi, who was picking up bargains back and forth in the great war, as the number one enemy. ...... Don't blame me for selling my teammates, it's just that I don't treat my teammates as human beings.

Like a real corpse pile, Dahan is still quite satisfied with his craft. But when does the ogre, an unreasonable carnivore and scavenging animal, cool down, shoot the corpses and waste them to increase their momentum. It's still dangerous, but Kerr's expression is even more worrying.

Along the way, or rather, from the beginning of the spell backlash, Clio and the others felt that something was wrong. Everything is too natural, like a deliberately arranged script, and there is not even a trace of relaxation. The strange incantations, the illusion-like meteors in the inky sky, and the strange and completely irrational expressions of emotions in Kerr, and the puppet-like template reaction ....... This reminded a ominous Clio of what he had said during the previous exploration, "What would you think if I wasn't me anymore?" Dahan suddenly covered his forehead...... , that stupid daughter, actually answered on the spot...... Whatever you do, I will follow you. So where did her dad go. Like, what about this tricky problem now?

The flames that swirled around the fire demon gradually subsided, and Clio slowly returned to his normal appearance. At the same moment, Leto walked out of the light with a broken gun. The rugged-looking but delicate man could even hear his daughter's nervous heartbeat under his hard armor.

"Boss, you can't be fine. "I don't have a son-in-law here." ”

“...... , your daughter likes him?"

"Don't pretend! I've recognized you, Les. ”