"Welcome back, sir. I have to say that the new coloring makes you look a lot younger, and it's very, very cute. ”

Alfred couldn't help but snicker and tease as he stared at Batman, who had just returned, and the power mecha on his body, which had been magically painted by Little Annie in the color of a pink girl.

Although the sacrifice of Superman and the death of a large number of civilians made everyone's mood very depressed, heavy and sad, he still couldn't help but laugh a little when he saw his master like this.

In particular, the picture of little Annie riding on her head and shaking her ears with her two little hands almost melted the housekeeper's heart, as if seeing the happy picture of Bruce Wayne getting married and having children after not being Batman and giving birth to the next generation of heirs of the Wayne family.

It can't be helped, people will like children especially when they are older.

Because it symbolizes new life, hope, future, and inheritance, as opposed to their own constant twilight and death.

In addition, Alfred has played the role of a father since he was very young, so he has always regarded Bruce as his own son emotionally.

What could be more gratifying for an elderly father than to see his growing son get married and have children and live a normal life before he dies.

"No kidding, Alfred.

You should know how scary and dangerous that cute looking baby is.

Her father is a terrible demon god who easily takes out the monster of destruction that killed Superman, and even blows up the moon and uses an unknown ability to restore it to its original state.

She herself is also a young demon god, with the power to destroy the earth and human civilization in an instant.

The most important thing is that this little guy often has no idea what he is doing, and the serious consequences of doing so, just out of pure curiosity.

And in my opinion, the father and daughter are also a potential threat, requiring constant gathering of information and intelligence to develop a backup plan. ”

Bruce Wayne said as he took off the helmet that had lost its ears and only had two holes, and at the same time took off the power mech that had turned pink.

After all this was done, he ordered without looking back: "Please help me re-spray the armor with black paint, otherwise the clown and the Riddler will laugh to death when they see it."

Also, I need a new Batfighter.

Be sure to use all the new technologies you get from the power mechs.

Our world is becoming more and more dangerous.

Especially after the sacrifice of Superman Clark Kent, the evil forces that hide in the shadows have begun to become restless.

I've sold my soul, and I don't have anything to use as a bargaining chip for the time being. ”

"So what are you going to do?"

Alfred asked in a tone of uncertainty.

"I'm going to form a team.

Diana has made it clear that she wants to join, and Davidian has said that she will continue to listen to me until the master has new orders.

They are all strong, at least much stronger than me in terms of combat effectiveness.

The latter, in particular, is still above Superman when dealing with non-Kryptonians.

With the help of these two people, I don't think there should be any big problems in the short term.

Now it's all about finding and recruiting more talented people.

Remember the last time you stole the stuff from Lex Luthor's computer?

Let's start with the people in the video. ”

After that, Bruce Wayne didn't care about the terrible state that he was tired both physically and mentally all night, and went straight to the computer and began to work hard to devote himself to his new work.

Because now, as long as he is idle, he can't help but think of the words that Superman said when he chose to sacrifice himself, as well as the eyes revealing that he sees death as home.

This made him feel pain and self-blame for speculating about Superman with the greatest malice, and he desperately wanted to do something to atone for his sins.

However, while Batman was busy preparing to form the Justice League, a new resident of the Arkham Asylum cell was escorted by guards through the corridor full of iron bars and slowly walked towards his own private room.

He was none other than the creator of Doom Day, and Lex Luthor, who killed Superman and hundreds of thousands of civilians.

As a genius who can calculate Bruce Wayne on the earth of this universe, he has been watched by countless pairs of eyes at the moment, and even the awe of some prisoners.

After all, there are only a handful of people in the whole of Gotham who can do this.

Perhaps only high-IQ supercriminals like the Joker and the Riddler can compete with the Lord.

As for the others, they are basically crushed by Batman in all aspects from IQ to force.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

With the sound of slightly heavy footsteps, Lex Luthor finally passed by the cell where the clown was being held.

Through the cold iron fence, he saw the other side of the face that would have scared anyone.

"Hahahaha!

Welcome!

Welcome!

Dear Lex Luthor.

Last night you put on a great show for Gotham and the world.

Whether it's playing around with a cute little bat or killing Superman to bring down the god of the world, it's all wonderful.

I'm starting to like you. ”

The clown grinned and gave the other a big smile, and clapped his hands vigorously to applaud.

His eyes were so excited and crazy that it was almost like he had been stimulated by something.

There is no doubt that, as Zuo Si said, the Arkham Asylum simply can't hold these supercriminals.

Jokers, in particular, obviously have a lot of news channels to know what's going on out there in the first place.

It is not even possible that there are his admirers and followers among the guards and doctors.

Lex Luthor subconsciously stopped, also raised the corners of his mouth to show a weird smile, and took the initiative to bend down and bow slightly, and responded: "It's my honor to be praised by the uncrowned king of Gotham City. But you don't think last night was the highlight of the show, do you? ”

"Oh? Is there any follow-up? ”

The clown tilted his head with a curious expression.

"Listen, the death knell has sounded, and they have heard, in the darkness, in the stars.

With the fall of the gods on earth, there is nothing on earth that can make them feel jealous.

It won't be long before they come to our world.

Can you imagine how exciting the show will be?

Hahahahaha! ”

Lex Luthor laughed like a madman, then was dragged away by the guards and thrown into another cell at the end of the hallway.

Seeing this scene, the corners of the clown's mouth began to rise more and more, and his eyes flashed with excitement and anticipation, and he slowly took out the contract to sell his soul from under the seat, bit his finger and signed his name on it and began to make a wish.

For him, neither his own life nor the life of others is just a huge joke.

So he doesn't care if the world will be destroyed, he just wants to do everything he can to have fun.

And the scene depicted by Lex Luthor apparently aroused the Joker's great interest.

Now he doesn't want to waste any more time in Arkham Asylum, but wants to go out and see how the whole world has changed after Superman's death, especially the current mental state of Batman, whom he sees as the only one of his kind.

As for his own soul, this utter madman apparently doesn't care at all.

In this way, after obtaining the ownership of Bruce Wayne's soul, Zuo Si easily got the ownership of the Joker's soul.

In just a few seconds, the Joker's wish was granted.

It's just that because his brain circuits are completely different from normal people, he neither made a wish to obtain any powerful superpowers, nor did he try to make himself omniscient.

Just a room full of banknotes and gold, and piles of guns, bullets, explosives, knives, and bazookas.

Because instead of crushing opponents with powerful superpowers, the Joker prefers to play with each other in terms of intelligence, psychology, and humanity.

As we all know, Gotham is a sin city.

Anyone who lives here will have a little mental problem to a greater or lesser extent, as well as an underlying criminal impulse.

Especially when the local temptation is strong enough, they will not hesitate to leave the law and morality behind and join in the big carnival.

That's why super criminals like Jokers, Penguin, Riddler, Bane, and more can be here to call out.

Obviously, a room full of billions or even tens of billions of dollars worth of gold and banknotes can crush most people's sanity and make them greedy and insane.

And what the clown is best at is taking advantage of the greed in human nature to make the guards start killing each other in order to compete for huge wealth.

The weapons were specially prepared so that they could kill each other more efficiently.

It turns out that no one can control the dark side of human nature beyond the Joker, a complete mad maniac.

In just a few words, he turned the entire Arkham Asylum into the scene of a large-scale live-action chicken game.

From the hallway to the lawn outside, blood stains and lifeless corpses could be seen everywhere.

The sound of gunfire, explosions and roars was incessant.

The clown himself walked out of his cell like an emperor, without the slightest nostalgia for the blood-stained banknotes and gold behind him.

At this moment, the iron door to the outside had long been completely opened by the guards, and he could finally leave unimpeded.

"Hey! Clown! Don't patronize yourself, let me out. Don't you want to have fun? I can help you! ”

"And me! As long as you let me out, I swear to obey you from now on. ”

"My dear, I think we can get back together and go back to the sweet old days, don't you think?"

"Open the door! Whatever you want to do, I can be the best fighter. ”

……

All of a sudden, all the supercriminals held in Arkham Asylum became agitated.

While they didn't know where the Joker had gotten all his wealth and weapons, it was certain that all of Arkham had fallen into the hands of the madman.

As long as he wants, he can open the door of the cage and let himself out with the push of a button.

Unfortunately, as if he had not heard the shouts of these men, the clown took off his prison uniform and changed into a shirt, suit and leather shoes from a dead guard.

After changing his clothes, he gracefully raised his hand to look at his watch, then mounted a plastic bomb on the controller of the cell door, set the time with the electronic detonator for five minutes, and then pressed the start button.

Moment!

The sound of Didi's countdown echoed throughout the corridor, making all the prisoners nervous.

Because they know that the clown is an out-and-out madman, and he never cares about the consequences of doing things.

If blowing up the Earth makes it happy, then this guy won't hesitate to blow it up.

That's why all the criminals in Gotham City fear him, fear him, and want to stay away from him in every possible way.

After all, no one knows if the clown who was smiling at you one second would shoot you in the head the next or pierce the heart in the back with a dagger.

"Relax, don't be so nervous, I just want to play a game with everybody, a cat and mouse game that everybody has played before.

See this timer?

It will destroy the electronic door system of all cells after five minutes, in other words, open all the iron doors.

And as far as I know, our mutual old friend Batman will arrive in about eight minutes.

So you'll have about three minutes to escape.

Of course, you can also join forces and try to defeat or even kill him.

I've got enough weapons for you.

Now, let this fun game begin.

Hahaha! ”

With a burst of hysterical laughter, the clown disappeared into the darkness.

Apparently, he used the entire Arkham asylum prisoners as pawns to stall for himself.

Otherwise, if only one person escapes, Batman will soon catch up and will not give him any chance at all.

After all, Bruce Wayne of this world is not a rookie, but a symbol of fear who has suppressed all kinds of supercriminals in Gotham City for more than two decades.

The prisoners in the cell began to curse when they realized the Joker's sinister intentions.

However, considering that there were still three minutes left to escape, they quickly connected through the iron gate and formed one team after another.

For example, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn are involved, and Riddler and Penguin have reached an impromptu cooperation.

Only Lex Luthor didn't react, just stood in his cell and watched all this, without the slightest intention of escaping.

Because he knew that this was the Joker's response to the previous words.

Moreover, it is easier to escape at this time by fanatical believers who regard Superman as a god, or angry citizens who have lost their families and friends in the ravages of Doomday, but it is safer to stay in Arkham.

In this way, after a large part of the city was razed to the ground and hundreds of thousands of people died, the troubled Gotham City ushered in the return of the Joker and a group of supercriminals.

I have to say that the people who live here really don't know what sins they created in their previous lives, so they will be reduced to such a field in this life.

As for Bruce Wayne, who learned of the Arkham riot, he could only drag his tired body to the ranks of arresting the fugitives again.

The only thing to be thankful for is that he is no longer alone this time, at least he has Davidian as a powerful helper.

In just a few days, with the exception of the Joker and a few of the smarter ones, most of the criminals were back in their little room in Arkham.

The reason why there is such a high arrest efficiency is thanks to the information provided by the gang.

Yes, you read that right, it's the gangsters who rule the streets of Gotham City.

The reason is also very simple, and that is the benefits, the huge benefits.

As large swaths of urban areas were devastated in the battle for Superman and Doom Day, the U.S. government earmarked a large sum of money for compensation and reconstruction.

For the various forces in Gotham City, this is definitely a tempting piece of fat.

So whether it's the bribe-taking police and officials, or the ruling underworld families, they don't want the city to fall into chaos due to the emergence of a large number of supercriminals.

Quite the opposite!

They are busy dividing up the profits, planning how they can contract more and bigger projects to cheat subsidies, and by the way, build brand new apartment buildings, shopping malls, pedestrian streets, bars, nightclubs and warehouses on the ruins and turn them into their own cash cows.

In addition, they can arrange for people to pretend to be family members of the deceased to receive death compensation from the government, or simply beat homeless people, addicts, and people who owe money to loan sharks who cannot afford to repay them into serious injuries and cripples, falsely claiming that they have been affected by the fighting, so that the US government can dedicate more of its budget to accommodate them.

Of course, except for a small part of this money, which will be left for the disabled to maintain basic life, the rest will go into the pockets of large and small gangs and underworld families.

Others simply played live video to deceive the sympathy of other cities and even the world, and then spent all kinds of charitable donations enjoying life.

The simple city of Gotham has proved with practical actions that you can make more money when you have no money, and you can make more money if you have no conscience.

What's even more outrageous is that after the influx of money obtained without conscience, the whole city was not immersed in sadness, but ushered in a rebirth like a phoenix.

Not only has the economic and law and order situation improved dramatically, but unemployment has also dropped dramatically (a large number of workers are needed to rebuild infrastructure), civilian incomes have grown rapidly (if you have a job, you will have income to spend), and even the gangs have become friendly and peaceful, with almost no conflict (they are all busy making money).

The sight of everything competing with each other makes people wonder if this is still the dark and sinful Gotham.

As the pillar of Gotham, the Wayne Group has made a lot of money.

But only those who really know the city will understand that what is happening in front of them is nothing more than an illusion.

Once the reconstruction is complete and the U.S. government's earmarked funds are spent, it will return to its previous state without the slightest change.

Because it is the same people who rule the city, only temporarily attracted by greater interests.

When the benefits are gone, they will return to their traditions, returning Gotham to its former state of extreme darkness, depression, and madness.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Zuo Si.

At least until Steppenwolf arrives, he won't be looking at this world anymore and will set his sights on the sanctuary world.

The reason is simple.

Jin-Gitaxias has succeeded in creating a new batch of enhanced Orks and releasing their oil spores into remote corners of the world.

In just two or three weeks, the dwarf spirits and snot essences of compleat have multiplied to tens of thousands, and even high-level troops such as orc boys and technicians have appeared, as well as a tall and sturdy chieftain.

Due to the fact that they bring their own oil, these guys' technological level has risen rapidly, and they have crossed from the era of cold weapons to the relatively primitive era of hot weapons through constant battles with nearby beasts and monsters.

In particular, those exaggerated shotguns, shotguns and mortars have completely formed a crushing posture against the aborigines of this world.

Right now, the mighty orc army has finally stepped out of the remote mountains and is speeding along the muddy country roads.

Behind them was a village that had just been devastatedly destroyed and plundered.

All the villagers who tried to resist were mercilessly killed, while the rest who did not resist were captured and turned into slaves and slave laborers, responsible for some of the chores such as assembling, transporting, and building camps.

Unlike many of the bloodthirsty and brutal propaganda of the Warhammer Universe's Human Empire, the Orcs are in fact simply belligerent and capable of deriving some kind of intense pleasure from combat, and are not particularly interested in killing, tormenting, and abusing them.

In order to enjoy the fun of war, some orcs will also take the initiative to become mercenaries, accepting the employment of forces including humans, spirits, and titans to fight.

This also means that, in fact, in terms of their attitude towards foreign captives, they may be slightly better than the self-proclaimed civilized human empire.

At least they have food and drink, and they won't be dragged to the interrogation room every once in a while for all kinds of torture.

At most, he will become a victim of the exuberant energy of the higher orcs like a fart.

However, considering that the orcs are not engaged in production, and they do not have the consciousness to develop agriculture and animal husbandry, what the captives can eat is basically up to what these greenskins can grab.

If you can't plunder, you'll have to go hungry, or you'll have to find everything you can eat.

As a rule, the health of the captives was not very good, and malnutrition was widespread.

But fortunately, this group of human captives in front of them is obviously lucky.

On the one hand, this orc army has been a cyborg compleat state from the beginning, so it does not need to consume any food itself.

On the other hand, they have just plundered all the food reserves of the entire village, which is conservatively estimated to be enough to eat for at least a year, and there is no need to worry about starvation in a short time.

What really worries the captives is the direction in which these steel monsters that suddenly appear are heading.

Because just a few months ago, a passing traveler had mentioned that a large number of terrible demons had appeared in this direction, and even launched attacks on surrounding towns and monasteries.

It is said that it has become a paradise for demons, and even many of the nuns and warriors of the Blind Sisterhood have been horribly corrupted.

So the captives sent a representative to explain the situation to the chief of the compleat orcs, hoping that the other party would not approach the dangerous area.

But the result was exactly what they expected.

The orc chieftain, with a green electronic eye, did not look nervous or frightened when he heard this, but he couldn't help but laugh out loud as he ordered his army to speed up and move in the direction of the monastery.

What's even more outrageous is that the orcs of different sizes also became excited one by one after learning the news of the demon.

It seems that in their eyes, war, far from being a terrible and cruel thing, is a very interesting and fascinating game.

The chief also promised to generously grant freedom to everyone if the captives could lead them to the creatures called demons, and to allow each to take enough gold and silver with them before leaving.

I have to say that the green-skinned orc's style completely destroyed these human captives.

But in order to regain their freedom, they still chose to be a leader in the party.

"Chief, former ...... That's where we're talking about it. According to the traveler, it used to be a lair of monsters and demons. ”

An old man who looked to be about fifty years old cautiously pointed to a dark forest in front of him.

"Hahahaha! Very good! If that's what you say, I promise you'll be rewarded as you deserve. ”

The orc chieftain, who was more than two meters tall and whose arms were almost thicker than Mr. Bodybuilder's thighs, laughed happily and shouted to the eager warriors around him, "Boys! The exhilarating carnival has begun! Come on! Let those creatures who call themselves demons feel our power! ”

"Ahhh Long live the war! ”

"Kill them all!"

"Crush them!"

“waaaaagh！”

With wave after wave of roars, the group of locusts, with neither formation nor organization, rushed out like a tide.

What?

Tactics and coordination, you say?

I'm sorry, but we orcs don't do all this bells and whistles, and we don't bother to think too complicatedly, so we're done anyway.

To kill an enemy is to be killed by an enemy.

Anyway, it's all a line of happy fun.

In fact, until the orcs reach a certain size and produce enough intelligent individuals, even the most senior leader, the chief, will not be much smarter.

But as long as their size continues to grow, then the chieftain will slowly rise to the rank of great chieftain, warlord.

At this stage of warlordism, the level of intelligence increases exponentially.

Some orc warlords have even been able to gain the upper hand when they have a friendly "greeting" with their enemies, their entire family, women, and ancestors.

Soon, the vanguard of the Compleat Orcs was confronted deep in the woods by the Fallen Demons, the Fallen Rogg, the corrupted Hard-Haired Rats, the resurrected zombies and skeletons of human corpses, the half-human, half-sheep low-level demons, the flying Blood Eagles, and the vast lair that made them out of flesh and blood.

Since both sides are extremely aggressive, they go straight into a full-scale engagement without even saying a word of nonsense.

Large-caliber shotguns, shotguns, revolvers, and mortars poured massive amounts of ammunition on opponents in just a few minutes.

And that's not even counting explosives like grenades and explosive packs.

In particular, the fastest and most advanced Demon of Doom was devastated, leaving behind a mutilated corpse almost at the moment of encounter.

Even the Fallen Demon Wizards, who were responsible for resurrecting their kind, did not escape the disaster.

After all, in this world that is still stuck in the age of cold weapons and magic, the limit of most long-range attacks will be more than two or three hundred meters away.

But what about bullets and shells?

It's easy to hit hundreds of meters or even kilometers away.

So after a round of saturation blows, even the demons from the hell of this world were stunned by the madness and ferocity of the green-skinned orcs.

The brainless zombies and hard-haired rats continued to rush forward, and the rest of the people with some intelligence stopped moving forward and hid in the dense dark forest to prepare for an ambush with the advantage of the terrain.

"Hahahaha! There's a battle to be fought here! Come on! Don't let them run! ”

The orc chieftain at the head tore off the head of a hard-haired rat alive, and laughed maniacally while carrying the bloody head.

Because he could already feel that in the short battle just now, the waaaaagh force field was unprecedentedly high, and even his size increased a lot, and his brain became clearer and smarter.

If nothing else, as long as the war continues, it won't be long before he will be promoted from chief to big chief or even warlord.

And the Green Skin Army under his command will also swell from 10,000 to 100,000 or even a million in size, and even completely conquer this planet.

With the order of the orc chieftain, the dense orc army began to rush to the depths of the forest, fighting all kinds of demons without fear.

Use a firearm if it's far enough, and if it's close, pull out an axe, blade, or stab the opponent with a bayonet attached to the gun.

Due to the dual effect of the waaaaagh force field and the power of my contemplation, coupled with the fact that the compleat beast's body surface was originally covered with a large amount of metal shell, their performance in melee combat was even more exaggerated than long-range firefights.

The hard skin and muscles on the demon's body, which were originally strong enough to withstand ordinary swords, were easily pierced by the weapons in the hands of orc warriors.

And the weapons, teeth, and claws in their hands can hardly inflict any lethal damage on orcs.

On the contrary, because the orc's injury stimulated the Hulk's furious blood in his body, causing his size, strength and defense to skyrocket in an instant, and he turned into a cyborg Hulk and tore all the demons around him alive with his bare hands.

Seeing this orc army wreaking havoc in the dark forest, it only took less than two weeks to wipe out all the demons entrenched in this area, and even the strangely shaped steampunk-style chariots, mechas, and missiles appeared, the corners of Zuo Si's mouth twitched slightly, and asked in a slightly playful tone: "How did you use to let them obtain the waaaaagh force field without the blessing of Brother Mao and subspace?" ”

"No, the father of the great New Phyrexia.

It's not that I've given them this ability, it's that this power is in their genes.

To be precise, you've had a slight misunderstanding of the orc's waaaaagh force field and my power of thought.

In fact, these two powers do not need to be obtained through subspace, but are formed by the convergence of the power that emanates from the spirit and belief of each orc.

This is also why orcs are completely unaffected by subspace.

And the more people and the larger the scale, the stronger the waaaaagh force field and the power of my thinking. ”

Jin-Gitaxias hurriedly took out the experimental data he had at hand and explained.

"What do you mean...... Orcs create what seems to be a subspace through the spirit and faith of the group? ”

Zuo Si raised his eyebrows, revealing a look of great surprise.

Because if this is true, then what are Brother Engage and Brother Mao?

Do they really exist in subspace?

Jin-Gitaxias nodded slightly: "Yes, at least from the current observations, that's what it looks like."

However, according to the comparison of another set of experimental data given by your oil clone, if it is in the influence range of subspace, the waaaaagh force field of the same size and the power of my thinking will be greater.

So I personally speculate that the role of subspace and brother Mao is more of an amplifier.

The compleat orcs you see now are actually replacing the former with subspace oil.

Whether or not they are as controllable as the other Neo-Phyrexian creations is unknown.

I'll need to wait for the volume and scale to get a little bigger to make a confirmation. ”

"So you're going to continue to expand the scale of the war, or even drag Heaven and Hell all down at the same time?"

Zuo Si stared at the blue demon judge's eyes, pursed the corners of his mouth and showed a playful smile.

"They've been dragged into the water, my master. Not to mention, only if the scale of the war is large enough that I can tap into the true potential of these compleat orcs and condense them into a seed of destruction, and a green frenzy that can destroy a universe. ”

When he said this, Jin-Gitaxias's tone was full of inexplicable excitement and fanaticism.

With the continuous broadening of his horizons and the accumulation of knowledge and technology, he now looks down on the ordinary creatures that pull his crotch in the Mirrodin plane.

Only ultimate creatures like the Compleat Orcs, the Astarte Devil Legion, the Kryptonian Legion, and the Super Dragon Legion can satisfy this mad scientist a little.

Even in some of the most secretive labs, Jin-Gitaxias has begun to study how to combine the genes of the human emperor of the Warhammer universe, the genetic tadpole of Superman, the demigod blood of Wonder Woman Diana, the heart of the Chaos Demon Dog Kozf, the blood of the Titans of the universe of Azeroth, the flesh and blood of the two ancient gods, and the blood of Tiamat, the god of dragons, Baal, the god of murder, and Shirek, the prince of lies, all together to create the ultimate creature.

For this reason, he also wanted to get a little bit of Zuo Si's blood, but the latter did not agree.

Are you kidding!

The raw materials alone sound permeable enough.

If he was adding his own blood, Zuo Si couldn't imagine what kind of terrifying monster he would create once he succeeded.

And in order to ensure that this experiment will not get out of control, he also specially left a projection to monitor the whole process 24 hours a day.

The main reason why he didn't ban it completely was because he was also quite interested in the ambitious goal of Jin-Gitaxia and wanted to see what could be created with these things.

In a way, Zuo Si and his Blue Judge are actually the same kind of people, both with an insatiable greed and thirst for knowledge and technology.

It's just that he still has some remnants of his thoughts and values as a human being, unlike Jin-Gitaxias, who has no ideological and moral constraints at all, and doesn't care about the life or death of other lives.

Looking at the screen the Orc army expanding wildly around the dark forest and starting to set off a large-scale waaaaagh in the sanctuary world, he finally nodded after thinking for a moment: "Okay, then follow your plan."

However, the human beings of this world were born from a combination of angels and demons, and there is amazing potential hidden in their bloodlines.

If you find an opportunity, you'd better collect some and bring them back.

It is possible to do some research and also as a qualified immigrant.

Anyway, the population of this world is still quite sparse. ”

"Rest assured, I've been planning for this for a long time. After all, you taught us that it's shameful to waste. And compared to the humans of this world, my real goals have always been heaven and hell. ”

Jin-Gitaxia did not hesitate to give assurances.

Because he knew that his master hated senseless killing, and preferred to give these civilians a suitable place to live and reproduce, so that the population would continue to increase, and eventually become lambs in the soul pasture and slowly harvest.

As a person who admires rational thinking, the Blue Judge is very much in favor of Zuo Si's idea of sustainable development.

After all, how can one-time looting and destruction be comparable to a steady stream of output.

And the vast amount of soul energy can also be used as a resource to create higher, more intelligent New Phyrexian beings.

"Very good!

Let's get this waaaaagh into a climax as soon as possible.

I can't wait to see the faces of Heaven and Hell when they discover the Orcs.

And what kind of crazy actions they will make when they realize that this war, which has lasted for an unknown number of years, will eventually end in the complete defeat and destruction of both sides.

Remember!

Whether it's a demon or an angel, kill me all of them.

Use their blood, death, and the destruction of the entire world to breed the most perfect and powerful orc species. ”

As he said this, Zuo Si's eyes flashed with a creepy glow.

At this moment, countless powers of space, space and the universe symbolizing "evil" were gathering into his soul through the spark of the traveling mage, and even formed a large domain-like area around it.

Jin-Gitasas undoubtedly felt this, and immediately humbly bowed his head and bowed deeply, offering words of praise from the bottom of his heart.

(End of chapter)