The entrance to the palace complex, which can also be called the city gate, is a simple piece of red metal.

It stood there, without any carved ornaments, like a silent giant.

A tiny man stood right in front of the giant.

If it weren't for the fact that her black was too conspicuous in red, she would be too small to be noticed.

Such an abrupt sense of existence, but it seems to be natural.

Lonely warriors and silent gates, there is no shortage of similar tragic scenes in legendary fantasies.

In those literary works, the lone warrior is either killed by a traitor or by circumstance, and then they are burdened with incomprehension or something, and they still stubbornly carry out a certain mission.

Of course, in the legendary fantasy, there should be countless enemy corpses piled up around the warrior to show the greatness and valor of the warrior.

In reality, there are not countless corpses piled up, but there are black and red armor soldiers all over the ground. They were all broken, and mechanical parts were everywhere.

The lone warrior was dressed in a black gauze skirt, like a young girl. And in the middle of this battlefield, like a lonely Valkyrie.

But the black gauze skirt was worn out, and only some humanoid skin tissue remained on the exposed skin, and more metal bones exposed to the air.

From a distance, she saw Qianning Frost slowly moving forward in the distance, or maybe there was a communication between the two self-discipline soul guide robots with their own information. Far away, she had already begun to run forward.

The sharp-eyed Qianning Frost could still see a smile of joy on her face, the kind that worked hard.

There was also not much human tissue left on her face, only about a quarter of her lower left face. The faces of these quarters are now trying to make happy expressions.

The frequent flickering light of the mechanical prosthetic eye also seemed to indicate that she was very excited.

"She's the self-disciplined housekeeping machine that starts the production line and makes this machine." The sound of a round robot at his feet was heard.

Qianning Frost was stunned, is the main lord here? What a bonus.

"There is danger approaching, please stay away, please stay away from ......"

The mechanical sound came suddenly, and on the round body of the self-discipline soul guide robot next to it, the indicator light switched to red light in an instant, flashing constantly.

At the same time, the pedestrian robot that was approaching in the distance stopped in an instant, and a long sword glowing with blue light appeared in its hand.

Thousand Frost turned her head.

"It's shocking." The illusory figure appeared behind Qian Ning Shuang, and the breath of Qian Ning Shuang was not unfamiliar.

It's the god Shura.

Qian Ningshuang has seen this enemy he once thought was the biggest enemy several times, and just by sensing his breath, he could clear and tell that this was the Shura God.

Even if Qian Ningshuang had never seen him for what he was.

And no matter who the city belonged to before, now it is essentially the dojo of the god Shura. I came to someone else's home field, and people must have reacted.

This villain, who was deduced from the crowd from all walks of life in his previous life, looks very ordinary, and has a big scar on the right side of his face, and he has a goat's whisker that doesn't look like a good person at first glance.

He wasn't very tall, or even slightly thin. Dressed in a simple gray linen robe, his overall image is more like a scum than a god king who manipulates the life and death of countless creatures in the lower realm at will.

is not a scum of the rivers and lakes, and the overall temperament feels more like a fortune teller old man who likes to brag at the head of the village, kind and ordinary.

But the eyes tell others that he is an old man who has experienced wind and frost, and that he is a wise man, as if he can see everything, and with a certain firmness.

Contradictory and unified, complex and simple.

"It's strange, I'm going to be this image, it's the image of me that hasn't become a god yet. It's even better than then, after all, I broke my leg and hand back then. ”

Stroking the goat's whiskers on his chin, the Shura god had a happy face and a brisk tone.

"So your experience wasn't made up by you." Qian Ningshuang stopped moving forward, and just stood in place and looked at the vigilant robot lady not far away.

The current image of the Shura God is definitely not his image in the God Realm, according to the description of Qian Ling Xue and others, the Shura God King in the God Realm is a majestic middle-aged man with red hair and red eyes, full of murderous energy.

It is normal for a god-level powerhouse to be able to pinch his face and image himself.

Except for those who are born with very good conditions, almost all god-level powerhouses will also redesign their image and appearance, on the one hand, biological nature is inclined to good things, and on the other hand, it is more about the need to promote beliefs.

Unless there is a special hobby, it is inevitable that most creatures will choose gods that are more in line with normal aesthetics.

"I'm not a good person, but I'm not a god of lies who talks nonsense." A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the Shura God, but he shook his head then.

It is normal to deal with the enemy with the greatest malice.

Thousand Frost didn't answer.

"Back to the original question, it's shocking, right?" The god Shura didn't mind, and his eyes also looked at the robot not far away.

"It's shocking." Thousand Frost nodded.

It is shocking that a human creature is still holding on to a certain mission after hundreds of thousands of years.

It was only a shock, and even the shock of Qianning Frost was only for a moment, and then her emotions returned to calm.

Isn't it strange to have a machine that runs a core command for hundreds of thousands of years?

No, it's not surprising at all.

Their dedication to their mission is commendable, even in large numbers.

But in essence, the problems that have plagued machines for hundreds of thousands of years have never been materials and energy, not will.

They didn't have a choice from the start.

Even Qianning Frost didn't know if the robot was sticking to some kind of mission as she had imagined it in her head.

Qianning Frost aside, what kind of person is the other Shura God who made a shocking evaluation?

Of course, he will not be the kind of strict enforcer described in the original book, who sticks to the rules.

He also has nothing to do with justice, and the so-called righteous killing is even more of a joke.

At least according to Qianrenxue's description, except for the fact that when promoting beliefs to the lower realm, the Shura god would mention that he was a righteous killing from time to time, but the divine realm never mentioned what justice he represented.

He doesn't have much affection either, and it's unlikely that he's going to miss the old days. It is said that the Seven Kings of Shura, who had followed him for countless years, were casually fooled by him into the Nether to use as bait.

Even when the Rakshasa of the person next to the bed died, he didn't say anything special, he didn't shout that he wanted to die or live, he shouted that I would also die together, or rushed to the Wuhun Hall without caring for anything to take revenge.

He didn't even have any strong baggage, and he would lie to Tang San if he said that he would deceive him.

All in all, the god Shura is not a person with a lot of feelings. He's not a real villain, he's not a traditional hypocrite, he's a very complicated person.

A god-king who may have a bottom line, but the bottom line changes at any time.

But it fits well with his Shura god name.

The existence of such a god evaluated by the word shock is not just a simple matter of sticking to a mission.

Through the special sight, Thousand Frost saw.

- She has a soul.

A pure and clean soul.

It's not the kind of rabbit spirit that seems to be pure white, but in fact it is mottled and stitched; It's not a conglomeration of remnants and resentments like demons.

She was like the creatures who came and went on the mainland, busy and everywhere.

Independent and complete souls.

The soul is still young, and its strength is similar to that of a life that has just been formed in the mother's womb, but it is finally there.

That's what shocks you.

A miracle worthy of shocking both a god-king and a time-traveler.

She doesn't have a so-called parent, so she has to say the concept of a parent according to the traditional concept of biology.

"Then she will probably call Mom to the production line that assembled her, and Dad, the automatic soul guide robotic arm that assembles her on the tube production line.

"Others see their parents during the New Year's holidays, and she probably has to carry a few catties of engine oil to her parents to remove rust and throw a light or something......

Several black-armored soldiers walked in from outside the invisible cordon, but they didn't come in with weapons. Instead, he walked in with a pot of hot tea and a set of tables and chairs.

It seems that they are not emotions such as awe, but the orders of the god Shura have never stepped on a certain cordon.

Shura Kagura said as he sat down and made a gesture of please.

After Qian Ningshuang hesitated, she also walked over slowly, sat down and picked up the teacup, and then she frowned.

The scarlet liquid rippled slightly in the cup, like blood more than tea, but there was a slight aroma of tea.

"Drink some tea, I'm a barely proud skill besides killing.

"Of course, it's not a heavenly treasure, nor is it a fairy grass, I'm not as arrogant as your Martial Spirit Palace, and I mass-produce genius treasures.

"It's just a tea from my hometown, but it's hard to brew."

After speaking, the god Shura himself took a sip of the teacup, but Qianning Frost was still entangled.

This thing smells like it can be drunk, and the god Shura drinks it again, but why does it feel so permeating?

It's hard not to remind Qian Ningshuang of something in the original book that was used to set off Tang San's so-called noble conduct.

As if seeing Qianningshuang's doubts, the god Shura didn't say much, and took another sip of tea.

"You're wondering if this is the so-called Bloody Mary, right?"

Thousand Frost nodded.

"Yes." The god Shura confirmed Qian Ningshuang's guess, "But it's not, the so-called Bloody Mary is just that I added a little spice to this tea."

"A little bit of hallucinogenic drugs from my hometown."

Qian Ningshuang was stunned for a moment, and then tried to take a sip, there was no imaginary smell of blood, and the simple tea was a little clear.

The god Shura looked at her, waiting for her reaction.

"It's quite special." Qian Ningshuang nodded.

"I put a warehouse in this city, and I planted some trees, and I will bring it back to your Martial Spirit Hall later."

Listening to the slight relief in the Shura God's tone, Qianning Frost choked.

No, big brother, our camp is hostile. Pulling the family is already outrageous, open the door - outrageous to home.

What's the deal with this and giving away.

"I know you're confused, I'll tell you later." The god Shura had no intention of continuing to talk about this.

"Moving on to the so-called Bloody Mary, you probably haven't asked Bibi Dong or anyone else who has an impression of the killing capital.

"Your Martial Spirit Hall probably doesn't record such a trivial matter as Bloody Mary."

Qian Ningshuang lowered her head and stared at the liquid in the teacup, it is true that she didn't ask Bibi Dong about such a trivial matter, and the Martial Spirit Hall did not record it.

Drinking human blood is probably not a good memory, and it is not worth writing about.

But now it seems that this is not the so-called human blood described in the original book.

"As you guessed, it's just tea with hallucinogenic potions in it. It is up to you to decide what kind of liquid you want to drink and what you want to drink.

"To put it simply, it comes from the heart.

"The Killing City is actually the same thing, except for the Hell Killing Field, which is the core rule of my definition, which cannot be changed, I don't have to show how the illusion is displayed, and the scene is also born from the heart.

"What you see in it is actually everyone's own decision.

"Of course, the tone is definitely killing, and that's the only definition I have of a fantasy."

After speaking, the god Shura picked up the teapot and poured some of the tea on the table.

The tea reflects three scenes, one is the scene described in the original book, chaos, fighting, depravity, bloody streets, empty eyes, and corpses all over the ground, the strong smell of blood is permeated, and the forgetful men and women stimulate people's sense of smell and vision;

One is a scene of almost silence, with only numb people coming and going, and suddenly standing down on the head of the person walking by with a sudden stab, while the others continue to walk numbly;

One is a completely bizarre scene, even more chaotic and depraved......

"One of these is the scene that your Martial Spirit Hall has described part of the fate trajectory for me, one is the scene that no one has entered, and the other is the scene that Tang San has entered now."

The god Shura waved his hand, and the tea on the table reflected only the starry sky. The scene just now is not very suitable for viewing.

"There is still a doubt, why Hu Liena?" Qian Ning Shuang looked up at the Shura God.

"Does the original book mention what happened to Hu Liena in the Killing Capital?" The god Shura asked rhetorically.

Qian Ningshuang was stunned, as if she really didn't mention it.

"When two people enter the Killing Capital at the same time, the illusions of the two will be connected. At that time, the illusion will also be decided by the party with stronger mental power. ”

The god Shura continued to answer.

"So, someone thinks that he is clean and clean, and does not go with the surrounding environment, but in fact the surrounding environment happens to be what he wants to see the most?"

A hint of mockery appeared on Qian Ningshuang's face.

"That's right, hypocrisy is probably what it is." A hint of mockery also appeared on the face of the Shura God.

"Of course, I don't want to go anywhere myself, after all, I choose the people myself." The taunt then transforms into self-deprecation.

"Then what about the hell road behind, the so-called Neidan brought out, and the destruction of the killing capital?"

"The road to hell does exist, but part of what goes through it is the same thing. The real thing that exists is just that beast.

In other words, what Tang San experienced on Hell Road was just that he wanted to show himself.

"As for Neidan, this is one of the rewards of Hell Road."