Original world No. 0.
Nanfeng and others climbed over the mountains and ridges, and soon joined the large army.
The previous army of insects had all disappeared without a trace, which made Nanfeng and others breathe a sigh of relief.
The disappearance of the insect army can be regarded as proof from the side that it is the death of the fallen demon.
The beast tide is really over.
"But why didn't the Chuangshishen system prompt?" Archie was still worried about this issue.
Could it be that the Chuangshishen system is on strike?
Xuancheng thought for a moment and gave a guess: "It may be that there are still ferocious beasts in other primitive worlds that have not been killed, so the beast tide has not completely ended."
Father Amos has a different idea: "This is the real world, our Lord's territory, so no system dares to mess around in the real world."
Nanfeng raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that this priest's faith was quite firm.
After traveling for so long and experiencing so many things, it is really rare that he can still maintain his faith.
Nanfeng doesn't even believe in science now.
"Father, do you think it is your Lord who is more powerful, or the God of Creation?" Nanfeng asked with interest.
Father Amos looked solemn: "My Lord is omniscient and omnipotent."
Isn’t this the omniscient and omnipotent Lord bragging?
Nanfeng believes that there are gods in the world. For example, Soyana is a half-fallen god, and the creation god who allows Blue Star people to travel collectively is also a god.
But even Soyana and the God of Creation cannot be omniscient and omnipotent.
Otherwise Soyana would not have fallen.
Nanfeng: "Father, can your Lord create a big rock that no one can move?"
Father Amos nodded: "Of course."
Nanfeng: "Then can he move this big stone by himself?"
Amos looked stunned for a moment, then looked at Nanfeng with evil eyes, and silently opened the Bible in his hand.
"You have been bewitched by the devil and need my Lord's purification."
Seeing this, Nanfeng quickly reached out and closed the Bible in the priest's hand: "No, no, just pretend I didn't say anything."
This priest also has a bad temper and will poison Nan Feng if he disagrees with him.
Of course, Nanfeng is not afraid of him either.
It's just that the two of them were fighting side by side not long ago, killing fallen demons and saving the world. There was no need to fight over such a trivial matter.
After all, it was Nanfeng himself who was the one who started the trouble with his bad mouth.
In just a few words, Long Wudi had already arranged for the chosen ones to patrol the surrounding area to eliminate possible safety hazards. ??
With Long Wudi here, Nanfeng didn't need to worry about the rest. He turned to look at the crowd.
The old people and children also realized that it might be safe and were moving closer.
"Dad, Mom"
Nanfeng saw his parents in the crowd and ran over.
This month has been too long, it feels like several years have passed.
Before traveling through time, Nanfeng had not been home for several months due to work. At that time, he thought this was normal.
But now, he just wants to spend a little more time with his parents.
"Son, let me take a good look." Mother Ye Rushuang's eyes filled with tears as she pulled Nanfeng up and down.
"Good son, I didn't embarrass your father."
Father Nanshanlan patted Nanfeng on the shoulder and laughed.
Nanfeng saw that his father's eyes were also red, but he held back the tears. Perhaps this was the man's competitive spirit.
"Dad, Mom, you guys"
Just as Nanfeng was about to say something, an old man came over aggressively, pointed at Nanfeng and yelled: "You, it's you, you killed my grandson, you go to hell."
The old man stretched out his hand and pinched Nanfeng's neck fiercely, with a ferocious expression on his face, as if he was crazy.
The people around him heard what was going on here, looked over and pointed.
"I know, that old man's name is Sakura Yuto, and his two grandsons were killed by Nanfeng. How pitiful."
"Hey, what's so pitiful about this? In that situation, either you kill me or I kill you. The fact that the Sakura family's children are dead only shows that their skills are inferior to others."
"Huh, you really can't stand and talk without pain. If it were your family members who died, you wouldn't say that."
Nanfeng was originally ready to kick the old man away, but after hearing the comments around him, he silently retracted his kick.
No wonder he felt that the old man looked familiar at first glance. He turned out to be Sakura Itken and Sakura Kojiro's grandfather.
"You damn old man, let go now"
Seeing that his son was being bullied, Nan Shanlan's face darkened, and he forcibly opened Sakura Yuto's hands and protected Nan Feng behind him.
Ye Rushuang also looked nervously to see if Nan Feng was injured.
In their hearts, Nanfeng is still just a child, not a powerful chosen one.
"Are you trying to protect a criminal?" Sakura Yuto yelled, "He killed my grandson, and I want him to pay for it with his life."
Nan Shanlan's voice was louder than his: "What are you talking about? My son is a hero, not a criminal."
Nanfeng took two steps forward and stood in front of Sakura Yuuto, with cold eyes: "I did kill your two grandsons."
"Not just them, I killed many, many more people."
"If you want to seek revenge from me, I'm always welcome, but you'd better consider whether it's enough to blow up one of my grenades."
In the past month, Nanfeng had killed countless people and no longer took human life seriously.
The reason why he didn't give Sakura Yuu a fight on the spot was because he didn't want to kill anyone in front of his parents.
Sakura Yuto opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Nanfeng's emotionless eyes made him feel chilled all over.
Sakura Yuto knew that if he dared to chirp again, Nanfeng would slap his head like a watermelon.
Even if there were people around, it would be impossible to save him.
After such a small episode, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became weird.
The chosen ones looked at this group of old people and children and suddenly didn't know what to do.
Among the chosen ones who can stand here now, which one is not murderous and whose hands are not full of blood?
And those people they killed must have relatives waiting for them here.
How to face these people is a headache.
You can't kill them too, right?
There are so many people watching here
Fortunately, at this time, Xiao Luo, who was out on patrol, brought back a message: "Everyone, I took my clones to patrol the surrounding area and found many traces of the movements of ferocious beasts."
"If nothing else, the original world No. 0 also has ferocious beasts."
"But they seem to have been driven away by some force and are not around here."
Long Wudi crossed his arms over his chest and muttered: "Since there are ferocious beasts in this world, they are ultimately a threat to ordinary people. We must build a camp as soon as possible."
"As for the grievances between the chosen ones and ordinary people"
"I am not qualified to persuade them to give up their hatred, nor will I help anyone kill the Chosen One. Just like Nanfeng said, if you want to avenge your loved ones, every Chosen One is welcome at any time."
Long Wudi's meaning is very simple. He will not judge any chosen person, even if this chosen person is a murderer who kills innocent people indiscriminately.
The idea of killing people to pay for their lives no longer works in this world.
If you want revenge, you can do it yourself.
After saying all this, Long Wudi looked at the chosen ones behind him: "Now, everyone is going to cut down trees and build temporary camps to prevent the beasts from attacking."
"The end of the beast tide does not mean the end."
"The new beginning has just begun."
"Brother Shen"
"Um"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
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Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
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