The Beast Horn is something that all the races in the entire Beast Continent want to have, and human beings are even more at risk of extinction for it, so what is the Beast Number? The cause of all this has to start with Zikaru. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After the Divine War, all the races on the continent suffered heavy casualties, but this Creation Hall was still a mouth-watering piece of fat, and several powerful races held on to the last glimmer of hope and formed a coalition to guard outside the Creation Palace. Before they find a way to enter and obtain the resources of the Creation Palace, they must have absolute control over the surrounding area, otherwise they will regret being exploited by the younger generation.

After Zikaru left the Razan Desert, he kept moving towards the center of the desert, he now only lives because of the words engraved on his arm, although he knows that even if he arrives, he may not be able to enter the Creation Palace, after all, the encounter between the Divine War and the Shadow Clan is already known to everyone in the continent, but he still moves forward without hesitation, he has an intuition that only when he gets there can he reserve the last glimmer of hope for his race. It is a strange thought, but when a person is in despair, any faint signal is seen as hope, and his intuition is as valuable as a lifeline for Zikaru.

Every day, Zikaru fainted from exhaustion, and the next day he struggled to climb out of the sand dunes buried deep in him. In his eyes, there was no pain, no fatigue, no sadness, and only a residual attachment supported him to repeat this rush. After more than two months, although Zikaru reduced the amount of supplies consumed to a minimum, and even drank his own urine to survive for the last two days, the supplies he brought were all exhausted on the 62nd day of his release. His rush without regard for his body and energy was called the path of divine refining by later generations. But he was not a god after all, and a lot of water shortages and overdrafted spirits completely collapsed on this day.

"No, I can't do it, Patriarch, I'm sorry for you, I can't keep the orcs alive forever" Zikaru fell on his back on the sand and cried, but his dehydrated body could no longer squeeze out a single tear. His life was passing minute by minute, and the persistence in his eyes was getting weaker and weaker.

A voice entered Zikaru's ears, and his spirits were lifted, and he tried to turn over and look at the place where the sound originated. He saw a small body, wrapped in a thick cotton cloth, and he opened his mouth to shout, but his dry, smoking throat let out only a few meaningless growls.

"Boom, Boom," the figure slowly moved towards him, making some sounds that he couldn't understand, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, it was someone from the Taka Clan. The Daka tribe is one of the few peaceful people in the continent, they live in seclusion in all corners of the continent, self-sufficient, and never quarrel with people, but such a race is simply a piece of fat in this continent. Because of the small size and cute faces, many ethnic nobles are proud to own a Daka as a pet. And those who like to eat meat are coveted because of their delicate flesh, and their simple emotions are a great supplement for the Shadow Clan. According to the black market price, the value of a Daka tribesman, whether it is used as a pet or as an ingredient, can be exchanged for a small oasis.

"Babble~" The dwarf Taka tentatively threw a stone at Zikaru, as if asking something. The relationship between the orcs and the Taka tribe has always been very good, because the orcs have a down-to-earth personality and will not bully the weak races at will. The Daka people are innocent and kind. Therefore, these two races are like outliers in the Beast Continent, although they are incompatible, they cherish each other.

Hope rose in Tshikaru's heart, for the Taka would definitely help him. The Taka finally walked slowly to Zikaru's side, and Zikaru pointed to his parched lips with difficulty. The Taka immediately understood, and removed the kettle from his body, but to his dismay, only a few bits of water dripped from the kettle. The water didn't even moisten Zikaru's lips. The Taka people removed their headscarves, and a delicate and lovely face appeared in front of Zikaru, this Daka girl was full of anxiety, constantly turning from side to side, pointing fingers. But Zikaru didn't have the strength to understand her intentions, the light was getting dimmer, and the strength just now caused his life to pass faster. At this time, there was only one sentence left in Zikaru's mind: "My beast clan is indestructible, and my compatriots who are wandering abroad must put survival first, and one day my generation will live forever in the world." ”

"I can't die, I can't die, the hope of the beasts is all in me, I can't die!" Zikaru roared in his heart, and his body inexplicably rushed out of a force, only to see Zikaru suddenly pounce on the girl of the Daka tribe and strangled her in his arms. The girl of the Taka tribe was stunned, and before she could react, her neck had been torn open by sharp teeth, and hot blood gushed out like a flood that had burst the embankment. Like a greedy demon, Zikaru kept sucking the girl's blood, and the power of life returned to him once again. But this power is the work of another life. The influx of blood made Zikaru's chaotic mind gradually clear, and he pushed everything to the instinct of survival to escape the condemnation in his heart at first, but as his mind became clear, he couldn't stop sucking, until the Daka girl in his arms stopped struggling, and was slowly cold, and there was no intention of stopping. Zikaru suddenly threw away the corpse that had been sucked dry by himself, and kept stepping back in fear, kicking out his legs hard, as if he wanted to kick away everything that had just happened, and the inner struggle surged up at this moment. He'd killed many different races, but he could find a reason why they deserved to die, and this time he killed a good life trying to save him. He had never experienced such remorse. He stared at the corpse, motionless, his eyes gone, as if his soul had gone with the girl. A long time has passed, and most of the corpse of the girl of the Daka tribe has been buried by the wind and sand. Zikaru reminded himself that he had an unfinished mission, but his bloodied hands remained as motionless as if they had been filled with lead water. Suddenly, as if he had figured something out, two lines of bloody tears flowed from his eyes, and Zikaru stood up, walked into the corpse, slowly dug her out, held her in his arms, and continued to walk towards the Creation Hall as if he had treasured a treasure.

After another three days he finally saw the majestic palace and the vigor of life, but he could not be happy, for the corpse in his bosom reminded him all the time. reminds him that he is a demon who chooses people to devour.