"If I lived in the Demon God War, I would definitely open up territory for the emperor! When the time comes, what Jinpeng general, I will be the first favorite general under the emperor's throne! ”

Listening to Jiang Bai's praise of the emperor and himself, Sora and Paimon's eyes turned into dead fish eyes.

Sora wanted to call Xiao over and ask him to say it again in front of Xiao.

Jiang Baicai didn't care about their mood, and continued:

"Besides, in the battle between success and defeat, the battle for the great cause, who still does good and evil? It is very foolish to judge a person or even a god by pure good or evil."

"Xiaobai" Zhongli reached out and touched the top of Jiang Bai's head, with a shallow smile on his face.

"Huh?" Being touched by Zhongli's head, the dull hair on the top of Jiang Bai's head softened, and the tips of his ears were slightly red.

"You remind me of what you said to me during the Emperor's assassination, when you were still struggling with whether to be Morax's lackey or the second generation of rock gods' lackeys."

Zhongli deliberately accentuated the pronunciation of the word "lackey", which made Jiang Bai immediately want to dig a pit and bury himself.

"Master!!"

His face flushed, as if he had been stepped on by his tail, and he instantly raised his voice.

"Those things are in the past, and I am not allowed to mention them!!"

Zhongli patted his head with a smile and said dotingly, "Okay, good, don't mention it." ”

This child still has weaknesses.

But when I'm older, listening to the praise of the children in the family is also a different feeling.

Zhongli casually drew a talisman, and the talisman was attached to Wanyan's body, and she suddenly sobered up a lot.

"Why are there so many statues!"

As soon as she woke up, she saw the salt sculptures around her, all of which maintained a posture of escape.

Although they couldn't see the expressions on the statues clearly, it could be seen from their movements that they were all desperate to escape from here.

"These are all people who were affected by the explosion of divine power when the Salt Demon God died."

"What's up ahead?" Empty wring of eyebrows.

"It's salt, and betrayal."

Wanyan took two steps back, and his heart was shocked.

"No, I don't believe it, you must be talking nonsense."

She stumbled into the innermost hall, and when she saw the scene in front of her, she stood still, as if petrified.

In front of her, there were large expanses of salt, which left traces of varying shades on the ground like balloons exploding.

At the center of the explosion was a pool of pure white salt, which formed a small hill, like the last ashes left behind after the end of a generation of demon gods.

Behind this salt heap is a humanoid statue, frozen in the last moment of its life, maintaining the movement of stabbing the sword forward.

That's what Zhongli said - betrayal.

"How. How could it be." Wanyan fell to her knees, her heart shocked.

Even if she didn't want to believe it anymore, the facts were already in front of her.

That short sword was indeed the weapon that killed the Salt Demon God, and it was the statue in front of her that killed the Salt Demon God.

"This is the scene, Heulia's body has collapsed, leaving only a trace of salt. The picture of dying is also fixed here. ”

Zhongli slowly narrates Heulia's story in a calm tone:

"Heulia, the god of salt, is not a powerful god. On the contrary, He was too accommodating, too weak, and would never have ascended to the throne of the Seven Gods. Loser.

"During the Demon God War, the demon gods of the earthly world used all their strength and wisdom to fight for the Teyvat continent. But Heulia chose to escape.

He believed that if he gave up before the fight began, the war would never affect himself and his people. However, during the long years of war, there was no end to concessions.

"In the bottomless retreat, Heulia lost all her land, and was left with only the last place to stay.

His people finally realized that this benevolent but weak demon god could not protect anyone in war.

"The Daedric War is brutal. Rather than subjecting Him to the torment of defeat, it is better to grant Him a relatively easy relief. ”

"Tsk, the truth is even more outrageous than I thought! I thought he was killed by other demon gods, but he was killed by his own people, and he gave him a relatively easy relief in the name of his covenant, which is really ridiculous! ”

Jiang Bai had too many grooves to vomit, so he took out the photograph and clicked it to take a shot.

Wanyan was able to have such a belief in the Demon God of Salt, which must have been cultivated since childhood.

There must be more than one person like her.

This group of people is really shameless, their ancestors killed the gods who guarded them, turned to the other gods and demons, but after having a peaceful life, they remembered the old gods who used to take care of them, and hated the rock king emperor who protected them to this day.

For this kind of person, Jiang Bai will not have any sympathy, broken beliefs or anything, they all deserve it!

He's going to get down to the ground, and he's going to get in the papers, so that all Teyvat knows what their ancestors did!

Ginhara Hall, right, is it in charge of salt?

Don't think about being this official, in the future, when I see salt, I will kowtow three times and kowtow to excuse myself!

Every day, in front of the statue of the emperor, three pillars of incense are repented!

"What's the matter with these statues?" Paimon asked.

"No matter how weak the demon god is, the power lost when he dies is beyond the strength of an extraordinary human body. Those who couldn't escape all became like this. “

"The people of the Salt God, who had survived this calamity, left his realm and traveled to Liyue to ask for the protection of Lord Iwa.

"Their descendants feared the dregs of the demon god Heulia had left behind, and feared the eternal curse he had inflicted on them, so they returned here at risk, cut off their swords, and offered them to appease the wrath he had left behind.

"Actually, they are doing this too much, how can this demon god, who has not resisted until the end, have a grudge against his own people?"

"No wonder I didn't feel the hatred in the dregs of this demon god, it turned out that he was killed of his own volition."

Speaking of this, the mood of the empty is also very complicated.

Perhaps it is more sorrowful than death, this demon god is only full of despair and death in the end.

"Yes. If He hadn't begged for death, it wouldn't have been easy for His people to kill Him. ”

"No, I don't believe it. It's all a scam! It's a lie! The truth is never like that, it's not"

Wanyan covered her head in pain, refusing to see the reality clearly.

Seeing that she was still unwilling to recognize the reality, Jiang Bai really couldn't help it.

"Hey, you're really giving you a shame!

"Obviously, it was your ancestors who killed your own gods, and it was the emperor who protected you, but you are afraid to bear this sin, beautify your own history, and treat your benefactors as enemies, turning a blind eye to the real enemies!

"What gives you a relatively easy relief, isn't it that you feel that the Demon God of Salt can't protect you, so you kill Him and use His death as a name to join other Demon Gods?

"The seller is just seeking glory, and it sounds so good. Why don't you accept it, where is the question of whether you accept it or not? Still faith? If I were the Demon God of Salt, I would find your faith disgusting!

"I don't cherish it when I am there, but I think of the good of the Salt Demon God thousands of years after his death, and I can't describe you if you are despicable!

"What kind of sin did the emperor create and take in you ungrateful people!"

(End of chapter)