The Black King is a lucky cat.

Its name is the Black King, not because it is a black cat, but in fact it is a fat cat with silvery-white short hair all over its body, with only a small handful of inky black fur on its chest.

The name of the Black King was also given to itself.

Many, many years ago, the Black King was just a poor, skinny stray cat that foraged for food on instinct. Until one day, in order to escape the damn rain, it burrowed into a dilapidated house with a dozen dry corpses, all of which already stinked.

Of course, the Black King has not seen corpses, in fact, it has seen countless corpses since he was a child. So it didn't care, and randomly found a dry corner and coiled itself up, and began to lick its fur.

After a while, the Black King was attracted to a small thing. It was a small meatball, only the size of a soybean, and it lay quietly in the weeds and rocks on the ground, emitting a strange fragrance, and none of the flies, ants, and cockroaches that surrounded the corpse wanted to approach this little meatball.

The Black King approached it curiously, sniffing back and forth several times.

Having lived in the wasteland for many years, it knows by instinct that things can't be eaten. Otherwise, sometimes I will have a stomachache, sometimes I will vomit, and sometimes I may even die, in short, it will be very uncomfortable.

But the smell of this little meatball was so fragrant that the Black King was reluctant to leave, so it thought about it, pressed the little meatball under its body, and took a nap.

After some time, the kitten woke up to find that the little meatball was gone. It was a little lost, and subconsciously wanted to find its beloved little meatball, but suddenly found that the world had changed.

It could feel the magical energy flowing in the air, something that made it comfortable, and as it breathed, it could suck that energy into its stomach.

Not only that, but it found that it was starting to be able to think, thinking about many, many things that it wouldn't have thought about before, such as what was that little meatball?

The next month or so was the luckiest month for the lucky black king.

It wanders around a large area of ruins nearby, and sometimes it can find food like small mice and birds, but more importantly, there are many, many more ...... small meatballs,

From time to time, the Black King can find these small meatballs in some places, the largest of them is the size of a pigeon and can be eaten for half a day, and the smallest is the size of a small ant. The Black King no longer worries that the little meatballs are dangerous food, and he eats many, many small meatballs until there is no longer such a magical thing in the entire ruins.

At this time, the black king is no longer a simple cat.

It has gained a lot of weight, but it is also much more agile and agile, it used to be able to jump more than two meters high, but now it can easily jump tens of meters and heights; when it runs, it is like white lightning, and there is no prey that can escape from under its mouth; it begins to think, it will miss the taste of its mother's milk when it was a child, it will admire the beauty of the starry sky at night, and it will look down on those rotten, disgusting and brainless monsters.

Later, it gave itself the name "Black King".

The Black King found that there were many animals similar to himself on this large area of ruins, and they seemed to have eaten some small meatballs to a greater or lesser extent, but definitely not as much as themselves. As a result, the Black King gradually became the boss of the area, and when he was angry, even the largest carnivore would be so frightened that he tucked his tail and lowered his beard.

For many, many years to come, the Black King lived in this large area of ruins, and of course his territory continued to expand. However, neither he nor his younger siblings found any more animals like him. This area is beginning to be infested with humans, who seem to have come in search of something, either of them dying suddenly or leaving happily.

But their joys and sorrows, gains and losses, have nothing to do with the Black King. As time passed, the Black King lost interest in many things, and he even found it uninteresting to get along with the little female cats with clear eyebrows, and they couldn't even control their urge to pounce when they saw the light spots dancing under the leaves, they were real beasts, and they weren't.

They are no longer a species.

Later, the little brothers and sisters of the Black King gradually left, although they have lived longer than ordinary animals, but they still can't escape the pursuit of the years, and they die one by one.

Only the Black King, time seemed to stand still in him, and he still looked like a young kitten.

The bored Black King began to sleep for a long time.

Until one night a few months ago, the Black King suddenly woke up from his slumber.

It heard a long, distant groan.

The roar was only a long syllable, but it contained a very complex meaning, and most importantly, the Black King understood it.

"Dirty bastard!"

The Black King didn't know who made the howl or who it was directed at, but it could feel that the owner of the roar was not only as strange as himself, but also seemed to be even more powerful than himself, and the Black King excitedly ran out of his slumber and ran towards the place where he heard it.

Along the way, it encountered many, many monsters, but all of them were blown to pieces by the white lightning that the Black King had turned into. Some of the eyeless creatures tried to besiege it with a horde of monsters, only to be reduced to powder in the white thunderbolt.

However, even though it had run fast and fast, it still failed to find the creature that made the roar. Later, the Black King wandered around this place for a long, long time, without any gain. So, as the weather gradually cooled, the Black King reluctantly gave up the idea of searching, and decided to go back to his nest to sleep.

Today, when it returned to its territory, it saw several humans who were fighting you and me alive.

Human fights are not new at all. The Black King has seen many human fights before, at first, he was surprised by the complexity and diversity of human fights, which is much more interesting than fighting between cats, he hid in the shadows and watched a lot of human fights, and then slowly learned a lot of human tricks. Later, it found that there didn't seem to be many new tricks, and it was less interested in human fighting.

So, the Black King just glanced at these messy humans with boredom, didn't even bother to his tail, and leaped lightly over the ruins wall.

But suddenly, an unusual wave of energy made the Black King's beard tremble, and its round eyes narrowed slightly, sensing that something was wrong. It turned back, sniffing desperately in the air, but it still couldn't tell if the energy fluctuation just now was coming from the fighting humans in front of it, let alone what it was.

The Black King fell down in confusion.

At this time, the few fighting humans were already about to end this battle.

The masked man stepped on a bearded man, the beard coughed up blood in pain, and his hands clasped tightly around the masked man's foot and neck, but he couldn't shake it in the slightest, and there was an iron bow twisted into a twist beside them.

The ground had become unrecognizable, and there were broken walls of earth and thorns everywhere, and the girl with long black hair sat on her knees, her face as pale as paper, her hands trembling, and the leather armor on her body had already been torn apart, revealing the sackcloth clothes she was wearing inside, and there was blood on her forehead, which covered her long eyelashes.

The woman with her ponytail was unconscious, curled up like a shrimp under a collapsed house, large pieces of rubble weighing down on her, blood staining her clothes and leather armor.

The man with the claw armor in his hand was nailed to a building by a spear made of earth and stones, the spear pierced through his left shoulder, the blood kept pouring out, the man's feet were dangling from the ground, the weight of the whole person was hanging on the wound on his shoulder, he twisted his face in pain, bit his lip out of blood, but still stared at the masked man with angry eyes.

The mask's big hair let out a cruel laugh, and with a slight force under his feet, he rolled his eyes and passed out. Then, he slowly walked to the long-haired black woman who desperately wanted to stand up but had no way, waved his hand casually, and slapped the woman in the face, and the woman suddenly fell to the ground with her head tilted, half of her face was high and swollen, and she no longer had the strength to open her eyes.

Finally, he looked at the man who was nailed to the wall more than ten meters away, moved his neck and shoulders, and squinted his eyes towards the immobile man.

The Black King yawned heavily.

With a punch, the man's chest sank and there was a sound of bones shattering, and a large pool of blood spurted out of his mouth and splashed onto the mask of the big man opposite, but the big man laughed heartily.

With two punches, the man's right shoulder collapsed.

Three punches, the man's stomach was almost pounded, and he spat out a large pool of blood in one gulp, this time with fragments of internal organs.

The masked man rested for a few seconds, then squeezed his hand, then clenched his fist tightly again.

The Black King's eyes were about to close, and he shook his head, feeling that it was not interesting, and prepared to leave.

In the fourth punch, the big fist of the mask crashed into the man's head like a derailed high-speed train, and it was no surprise that if this punch continued, the man's head would be torn apart like a watermelon falling from a height, splashing blood-red juice and flesh flying everywhere.

The Black King's eyes suddenly widened, the cat's fur all over its body stood up, its ears were upside down, its tail stood up straight, it stood up suddenly, arched its back, and grinned dangerously.

But at this time, it doesn't even know what it's up against.

Because at that moment, the magical, eternally calm and flowing energy between heaven and earth suddenly seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, shaking a large ripple. At the same time, a silent and dominating aura enveloped the place, above all things, unshakable, unrivaled.

But in the same instant, the ripples of energy between heaven and earth disappeared, calm was restored, and the aura of domination ceased to exist. The Black King was stunned, and he even wondered if he had a strange dream, but at that moment, he noticed something unusual.

The masked man had fallen to the ground at some point, his right arm and his entire right hand had vanished, leaving only a large exploding patch of flesh on the ground. At the same time, a bloody hole appeared in his face, which ran through the front of his face and passed through the back of his head, ending his life.

The man who had been nailed to the wall had already stood on the ground, and the spear had disappeared from the condensed blocks of earth and stone. What's even more strange is that all the wounds on his body have healed, his chest has returned to level, there are no penetrating wounds on both shoulders or broken bones, and his head has not exploded like a watermelon.

The Black King's heart was beating faster and faster, and it felt that something was wrong and wanted to turn away, but suddenly heard a voice ringing in its ears.

"Kitten, come here, you are lucky to have the opportunity to serve the deity. ”