Kingship does not have eternity, and neither does individual life.
The greedy people of the Blood Feast, for the sake of their own immortality and evolution, forcibly incorporated other lives into their bodies. On the other side of obtaining cheaper power, they had long lost their bottom line as human beings.
Maybe some people don't think the bottom line is so important.
But really, when you don’t “recognize” yourself as a human being, then this society won’t include you.
An existence like Blood Feast was doomed to self-destruction from the beginning. A bad ending is not an adjective, but a fact.
"You regard other members of your race as bread, but you cannot be born and raised. In your eyes, are your parents, relatives, and friends also bread?"
When "Mr. An Nan" first appeared, he asked the vicious criminal a strange question.
This, in fact, has always made him very curious.
But before, it was difficult to ask for information due to my identity.
"Parents. Of course they are family. But friends, we have no friends. We are existences beyond mortals. We can only communicate with people of the same kind."
Before Zhao Yan had time to react, his mouth moved first.
"Oh, I see. Some of them still have moral and human cognition, and some of them are completely unhuman. It seems that it varies from person to person. So, I did have some prejudices before, even though they were all miscellaneous , but there are also special offal ones.”
Mr. An Nan, surrounded by troops and soldiers, acted like nothing happened, calmly communicating with the vicious gangsters on the battlefield.
".I.What did you do to me!!" The hoarse voice, the dryness of it, made him unable to accept it.
"Just to see how weak you are. Of course, I have wanted to know these things for a long time. Hey, you can't even resist the first gold coin?"
Professionals and extraordinary people will obviously have a certain resistance to "gold coins".
The effect of two gold coins at the rule level is much worse than that at the law level.
But now, he can't resist just the "asking" of the first gold coin?
The situation of Zhao Yan in front of him was indeed very bad.
His appearance was unscathed, but he only had a few rags on his body. Even if he was in an almost desperate situation, at the moment of death, a vampire with the ability to regenerate could still maintain physical dignity.
However, he has experienced too much along the way.
Divine realm-level sacred elephant guardian, rule-level Sun Yi, and those few stormy hours.
Next, on this ruins-like battlefield, the entire city's violent agencies encircled and suppressed one person.
Every time he wanted to escape from the corpse-like Demon Sword Knight in front of him, he would be blocked.
Life and death is no longer an adjective. In countless "revivals", the existence that has been drained of the last drop of blood is like a living mummy.
Lu Ping'an took a look and indeed noticed "fear" in his eyes.
Perhaps no matter how high you go or how many evil things you do along the way, at the last moment, there is actually no essential difference.
"It seems that you have understood everything."
"No, please let me go. The evil god behind you." Zhao Yan took a step back and directly said the prayer that was like a customary prayer.
Hearing this, Lu Pingan laughed directly.
Why did these words sound so familiar, as if I had heard them a few hours ago.
He took a look and noticed the mummy-like Damu at his feet, as well as the magic sword still in his hand. To be precise, it was the "gluttonous" magic sword. Even at this moment, he still did not let go. .
"Resurrection, my warrior, but I don't seem to need you to fight for me anymore."
With a snap, Dam, who had already entered the underworld, came back to life.
The Lion Man opened his eyes wide, feeling that most of his condition had recovered, and he was completely in disbelief.
But the magic sword in his hand was even more joyful, and it immediately burst into blood.
It greedily started a new round of feeding, ready to eat it up and wipe it clean
"This child is not well-behaved."
However, Lu Ping'an easily picked up the magic sword. The vicious blade that was ready to move a moment ago became calm in an instant.
It did not erode Lu Ping An's courage, it just glowed silently in Lu Ping An's hand, like an ordinary cold weapon.
"Mr. An Nan" just dragged his (short height) heavy sword and walked over slowly.
The calm pace and expression seemed to be just a daily stroll, rather than a battlefield that had turned into a deep pit.
"You, get out of the way"
Zhao Yan was planning to say something, but at the next moment, he gritted his teeth and became fierce.
Some blood was squeezed out of the already depleted body, and the sweeping waves were still somewhat powerful.
"Wow."
Until Lu Pingan gently flicked his sword.
The sea of blood turned into ashes, and the young "Mr. An Nan" just passed through the fatal offensive.
If the previous Demon Sword Wraith was a crazy warrior, this time, it is the most docile servant.
Zhao Yan's last resistance at the cost of his life was meaningless. He had long since dried up. Now he could no longer expel the toxins that only relied on willpower to hold up the ice. 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 and said he wanted to come over and take a look.
At this moment, Mr. An Nan, a tall figure, silently approached, getting closer and closer
"Click."
The magic sword easily pierced Zhao Yan.
The "King" in desperate situation covered the blade of his sword with disbelief on his face.
He didn't know what was happening to him and why he was completely unable to resist.
Zhao Yan vomited blood, and his body began to age at a speed visible to the naked eye. Like those unlucky ones before, the life system that had the symptoms of "life aging" was about to come to an end.
However, even so, he still did not die.
He could no longer move, and the magic sword was plundering his life every moment. There was a vague evil spirit singing in his ears, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
However, he was as helpless as an insect specimen nailed to a nail, but he was still struggling.
He's reaching out for help, he doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die
"Sure enough, at the last moment, there is no difference at all whether it is a mortal or a rule level."
And Mr. An Nan didn't intend to let him die. At least, he shouldn't die here, and he shouldn't die by 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 turned his attention to the mayor who hurried over.
"You seem to have neglected your duties a bit. I looked for you everywhere but didn't notice you. I don't mean to accuse, but at this time, I abandoned the citizens and responsibilities and ran into the shelter."
"This night was too difficult. There were too many losses and losses. The citizens were frightened and needed an outlet to vent. Or perhaps we should say, we need to hold an event to cheer up."
"How about a public trial? Perhaps a public execution of capital punishment can make people feel at ease."
Although it seems to be a question or suggestion, judging from the way the mayor keeps nodding, this is an order issued by the real controller of the city.
"Without further delay, let's take it tomorrow. We will witness his end on the ruins."
The smiling young man calmly recounted the demise of a regular level player.
The young man made a decision, this strong man, this amazing Son of Blood God.
He will approach his end in humiliation and despair, surrounded by mortals whom he regards as bread.
(End of chapter)