Teach humans extraordinary powers.
This is certainly not the kindness of the elves.
In fact, they only taught the human race some of the most superficial, crude, and most harmful extraordinary methods.
Completely using the human race as disposable consumables.
Most of the truth, goodness and beauty of the elves are only aimed at their own kind.
For those human beings who cannot even live for a mere hundred years, in their consciousness, there is not much difference between human beings and the livestock they raise.
A large number of humans died in the war.
The population of the human race began to die out in huge numbers.
"Actually, you can use a gentler method. You can even teach extraordinary skills directly to humans. Why did you choose this, the most cruel method?" Princess Boya asked Feng Lin.
She is not a human being, just a ball of energy.
But she has empathy.
She was also horrified by the cruelty of the war and the meaningless sacrifices of a large number of humans.
The world is closed.
The human race was created jointly by Li Zhishu and Bai Xiaotian.
But this does not mean that these human beings should be dolls in their hands, allowing them to live and die at their will.
This is the same as the fact that parents give birth to children, which does not mean that they can control their children's lives, even life and death, at will.
Feng Lin's expression was mixed with heaviness, and his eyes became deeper and deeper: "If you want to prosper civilization, you must go through the pain of civilization. Without this pain, how can the human race rise?"
"The elves are bullying the human race today, and when the human race rises in the future, they will capture the elves, sell them as slaves, and play with them as they please. It will become cause and effect."
This is like, in ancient times, humans were the food of demons.
After the human race has completely consolidated the world, the demons hide in the mountains and forests, and they still have to face the pursuit of the monks.
This kind of injustice that seems to be unfair in a short moment is actually a kind of justice from heaven.
The cause of the past is the effect of today.
Today’s effect will be tomorrow’s cause.
The cycle of cause and effect is endless, and thus everything in this world continues to continue and develop.
Feng Lin was now the Dao of Heaven, instead of a knight who drew his sword in anger when he saw injustice on the road.
He could no longer consider all issues simply and straightforwardly.
With a flip of his hand, under Feng Lin's guidance, the Death God System began to operate.
They attract the dying souls between heaven and earth, and lead them to the kingdom of the dead.
Then use the feather to compare the weight with the soul.
Those souls with firm faith will be drawn into their kingdom of God by the true God they believe in.
Start a new journey.
Of course, that's not necessarily a good thing.
When a soul enters the kingdom of God, it can certainly enjoy eternal peace in the kingdom of God.
However, he also lost all opportunities to fight for himself.
If the gods fall, the kingdom of gods will collapse.
Those souls that are intoxicated with the tranquility of the Kingdom of God will also die together.
In the Kingdom of the Dead, souls whose soul weight is too light will be thrown into the River of the Dead.
They will be washed away in this river full of suffering for a long time, and they will not embark on a new journey until they have washed away their sins.
And those souls whose soul weight is heavier than feathers will determine their whereabouts based on what they did during their lifetime.
Some can choose to become residents of the realm of the dead.
And some people can choose to kill everything in this life and embark on another life journey.
In the current Kingdom of the Dead, the one who really calls the shots is Wang Yu.
In this world, over the long years, under Feng Lin's deliberate cultivation, he had already condensed a powerful godhead.
Death and reincarnation are only part of his divine responsibilities.
The world was turned upside down, and the mass deaths caused by wars and killings caused the gods of the death series to quickly become stronger.
Their divine power became abundant, and their presence began to appear in every corner of the world.
Of course, they are also like spectators to the whole world.
Never interfere in any struggle, just watch silently, and then harvest the souls of the losers.
"Father!" The eight-year-old son let out a cry of blood as he watched his twenty-year-old father fall under the orc's steel knife.
Just about half an hour ago, this eight-year-old child had just witnessed with his own eyes that his grandfather, who was in his thirties, had half of his head chopped off with a knife.
The surging angry blood was spinning crazily in the body of the eight-year-old child.
His body expanded erratically, and the muscles on his body seemed to explode.
But this terrifying power was still reluctantly restrained within his body.
The elves taught the humans the blood-boiling curse.
This is a spell cast without magic power.
The reference is to the life force within the human body.
At the cost of burning vitality, an ordinary person can have a certain degree of extraordinary combat power in a very short period of time.
But it can also burn people to death.
After a battle, even if you are lucky enough to survive.
He will also become a useless person whose body is more fragile than cinders.
However, people are wise after all.
After countless people, it ended at the cost of sacrificing their lives.
The power they gained at the cost of burning their vitality was passed down through their bloodline.
When the father dies, part of the power obtained by burning his life force will be passed on to his son or daughter.
From generation to generation like this, one day, one person will gain extremely tyrannical power, but will tightly bind this power within his body, exerting the ultimate power of the power of blood inherited from generations of sacrifices.
The boiling blood curse is not the only spell that has been developed, evolved, and changed.
There are many other similar means.
People sum up in sacrifice and understand through death.
From the flames of war, a method that is truly suitable for the human race and leads to power is extracted.
The flowers of hope bloom forever in the eternal night, as if you can never see where the light is.
Feng Lin silently withdrew his gaze.
Then he moved his fingers quietly.
The orc who slashed at the eight-year-old child suddenly had a "stuck" function in his body, and his body stiffened for a moment.
The eight-year-old child, seizing the opportunity, stabbed the orc in the throat with a stone knife.
He survived.
A moment of pity for something he couldn't understand or know.
He might be able to pass on the power of the angry blood.
Maybe not.
Intervening was originally meaningless to Feng Lin.
However, he is a human being after all, not a cold-blooded Tiandao at his core.
He can promote killing, but he cannot turn a blind eye to killing.
"Perhaps, this is what I should feel! To understand the laws and operations of heaven, but also to maintain human conscience and bottom line." Feng Lin sighed quietly.
Later, on that crazy battlefield, some small changes and accidents became a little too frequent.
