There is no eternity in kingship, and there can be no individual life.

The greedy of the Blood Feast, for the sake of his own immortality and evolution, forcibly incorporated other beings into his body. On the other hand, on the other hand, they have long lost their bottom line as a human being.

Perhaps, some people don't think the bottom line is that important.

But if you don't "recognize" yourself as a human being, then society won't include you either.

The existence of such a blood feast is doomed to self-destruction from the beginning, and not ending well is not an adjective, but a fact.

"You think of other people as bread, but you can't be born with it. In your eyes, are your parents, relatives, and friends also bread? ”

When "Mr. Annan" first appeared, he asked a strange question to the vicious criminal.

This, in fact, has always made him curious.

But before, it was limited to identity, but it was difficult to ask.

"Parents. They are, of course, family. But friends, we have no friends, we are beyond mortal beings, and only with our own kind can we become the object of communication"

Before Zhao Yan could react, his mouth moved first.

"Oh, I see, some of them still have moral and human perceptions, and some of them are completely inhuman. It seems that it varies from person to person. In this way, I did have some prejudices before, although they are all miscellaneous, but there are also special miscellaneous"

Mr. Annan, in the midst of the onlookers of the army and soldiers, actually calmly communicated with the vicious gangsters on the battlefield as if nothing happened.

I. What have you done to me!! The hoarse voice, the dryness of the mouth, made him unacceptable.

"Just look at how weak you really are. Of course, I've been wondering about these things for a long time. Heh, can't even the first gold coin resist? ”

Professionals, transcendentals, obviously have a certain resistance to "gold coins".

The effect on the two gold coins of the rule level is much worse than that of the law level.

But now, just the "inquiry" of the first gold coin, he can't even resist?

The situation of Zhao Yan in front of him is really bad.

He didn't look hurt, but he only had a few rags on his body. Even if he is almost in a desperate situation, in the moment before death, the blood disciple with the ability to regenerate can still ensure physical decency.

However, he has been through so much along the way.

The god-level icon guardians, the rule-level Sun Gong, and the stormy hours.

Next, on top of this ruined battlefield, there is a siege of one person by the violent institutions of the entire city.

Every time he tried to escape from the corpse-like Demon Sword Knight in front of him, he would stop him.

Dead and alive is no longer an adjective, and in the countless "resurgences", the existence of the last drop of blood has been squeezed dry, like a living corpse.

Lu Ping'an glanced at it, and sure enough, he sensed "fear" in his eyes.

Maybe no matter how high you have gone or how many evils you have done along the way, at the last moment, there is actually no essential difference.

"Looks like you've got it all figured out."

"Can't, let me go. The evil god behind you." Zhao Yan took a step back and directly said the prayer that seemed to be customary.

Hearing this, Lu Ping'an laughed directly.

Why does this sound so familiar, as if I heard it a few hours ago.

He glanced at it and noticed the corpse-like Dam under his feet, as well as the magic sword still in his hand, to be precise, the "greedy" magic sword, even at this moment, he still did not let go.

"Resurrect, my warrior, but I don't seem to need you to fight for me anymore."

With a casual slapp, Dahm, who had already entered the underworld, was directly resurrected.

The lionman's eyes widened, and he felt that his state had recovered most of his time, and he couldn't believe it at all.

And the magic sword in his hand was even more joyful, and immediately blood was shining.

It, greedily began a new round of sucking, ready to eat and wipe clean directly

"This kid is not well-behaved"

Lu Ping'an easily picked up the magic sword, and the fierce blade that was about to move a moment ago became honest in an instant.

It didn't erode Lu Ping'an's courage, it just glowed silently in Lu Ping'an's hand, like an ordinary cold weapon.

"Mr. Annan" just dragged the (insufficient height) heavy sword and walked over slowly.

The calm pace and expression seemed to be just a daily stroll, not a battlefield that had turned into a deep pit.

"You, get out of the way"

Zhao Yan was about to say something, but the next moment, he gritted his teeth and was ruthless.

In the body that had been depleted, some blood was squeezed out, and the waves that swept were still a little powerful.

"Wow."

Until Lu Ping'an gently shook the sword.

The sea of blood turned into ashes, and the young "Mr. Annan" passed directly through the deadly offensive.

If the previous Demon Sword Wraith was a mad warrior, this time, it is the most tame servant.

The last resistance that Zhao Yan exchanged for his life was also meaningless, he had long since dried up, and now the toxins that only relied on willpower to support the cold ice could not be expelled completely, and his blood vessels had long since condensed into sections.

He was not directly killed on the spot, he was just the big benefactor behind the night, saying that he wanted to come and have a look.

At this moment, Mr. An Nan, who is not tall, is silently approaching, getting closer and closer

"Click."

The magic sword easily pierced Zhao Yan.

The "king" in a desperate situation covered the body of his sword, his face full of disbelief.

He didn't know what had happened to him, why he was completely unable to resist.

Zhao Yan vomited blood, and his body aged at a speed visible to the naked eye. Like those unlucky eggs before, the life system that has shown symptoms of "life aging" is also about to enter the end.

But, even so, he still didn't die.

He couldn't move, the magic sword was robbing him of his life every moment, there was a faint evil spirit singing in his ears, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, as helpless as an insect specimen nailed to a nail, he is still struggling.

He was reaching out for help, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to die

"Sure enough, at the last moment, whether it is a mortal or a rule-level, there is no difference at all"

And Mr. Anan has no intention of letting him die. At least, he shouldn't have died here, he shouldn't have died at his own hands in front of everyone.

"At least, not now"

Looking at Zhao Yan, who was "sealed" by the magic sword on the ground, Lu Ping'an smiled and set his eyes on the mayor who came in a hurry.

"You, it seems a bit dereliction of duty, I looked for you everywhere, but I didn't notice you. I have no intention of accusing, but at this time I left my citizens and duties behind and ran into the shelter"

"This night, it was too hard. There are too many losses and losses, and the citizens are scared and need an outlet to vent uh, maybe we need to hold an event to rush to the joy. ”

"How's the public trial? Perhaps, a capital punishment of public execution can make people feel at ease. ”

Although it seems to be a question sentence and a suggestion, judging from the way the mayor keeps nodding his head, this is the real controller of the city, giving orders.

"Without further ado, just tomorrow, we will bear witness to his end above the ruins."

The smiling boy calmly recounted the end of a rule-level event.

The boy made a decision, this strong man, this great son of the blood god.

He will go to the end in humiliation and despair in the watchful eyes of the mortals whom he regards as bread.

(End of chapter)