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Eternal, powerful, infinite, and countless gifts await them - and all they have to do is choose to indulge their desires.

Oryx couldn't think of a reason to refuse such a gift.

His two younger sisters, crawling in front of him, accepted the gift of the 'worm' without hesitation, and their body and soul merged with the great worm.

But his mother stood firmly in front of Oryx, picked up the traitor's sword, and stabbed it into her chest.

"Stuart...you turned yourself into a monster!"

"You will only bring us... into the endless abyss..."

Oryx looked at the fallen corpse of his mother, but there were no emotional ripples in the heart of the Reaper of Souls.

What is the so-called affection? What kind of concept sustains this emotion?

Oryx pondered, but gave up thinking. Because that doesn't matter anymore.

Only by following his law of the evil sword will their clan embark on the path of true power. What if it degenerates into a monster? If good obedience brings only the demise of self, then he would rather turn himself and his own kind into cruel monsters.

In this cold and dark universe, there is no mercy at all.

"If you reject the truth, then give all you have."

Oryx looked at the corpse of his mother, the corpse of the traitor, and slowly waved the magic sword in his hand

The next moment, the dark 'worm' devoured their bodies, and what stood up again was a group of eccentric products in black and white colors, flickering and jumping with lights and shadows, like data errors.

This is his puppet, his reaper.

Those who reject the truth will only become scum that is trampled and crushed by the environment.

Even close relatives are no exception. The only law of the icy universe is plunder.

223. The Birth of the King of Reaper of Souls

"The so-called god...what is it?"

Oryx swung his magic sword to chop off the head of an Asgardian who called himself a 'God'. Looking at the scarlet blood spurting out of the fracture, he suddenly fell into contemplation.

What is the nature of the gods?

"It is the embodiment of worship, the comfort of the fool, and the last dignity of the ignorant."

The worm whispered in his ear

"They're not worthy of worship."

Oryx smashed the Asgardian corpse with one foot, and he didn't think such a thing was worthy of any kind of worship

"Every life has his different **** at every stage."

Insect laughs softly

"Just like you used to worship that machine, and now you worship us, and your people worship you too. This is the essence of faith, the so-called peace of mind."

"I don't worship you." Oryx said coldly

"You told me that you were from another universe, that you were the voice and incarnation of the endless darkness, and that you made us serve your god. But, I never saw him."

"He's not here, but he's everywhere," whispered the bug

"We're just a reflection of his dark essence, the dust shaken from the shell of his great being. We're just parasites attached to you, and we're just a link between you and what exists between them."

"What's his name?" Oryx whispered

"Zagreb." The bug laughed out loud

"This was his name when we parasitized, a cosmic god, but now he is a dark god. He is not the essence of the abyss, but he is indeed the existence that best represents that essence now."

"Then, let me see him." Oryx said lightly

"If he's worthy of my admiration, then I'll adore him. If I can't adapt to the environment he brings, then I'll be the sustenance."

"No no no no, he's not here yet, he's still a long, long way from here."

The worm climbed over with difficulty. It is now so fat and huge, like the incarnation of Orex's endless desire to display.

"You just have to worship us."

"You are just bugs, the bugs that devour our desires, you are not worthy of worship." Oryx said coldly

"But our greed has no end." The bug laughed

"The more you satisfy us, the bigger our appetite will be. Look at me, you have raised me so much, and my appetite has grown even bigger!"

Oryx put away the sword, the worm is right, everything they have is given by the 'worm', and the worm does control their race.

Bugs never ask for anything, bugs just want to stretch their desires.

However, the worms that feed on this will continue to grow larger in the continuous feeding, and the desire for gluttony will naturally increase.

For a race, to support such gods who never know their satisfaction is the only way to perish.

But Oryx didn't think there was anything wrong. If his clan could not adapt to such a change, then his demise would also be in line with the law of the evil sword.

And in the same way, if they killed the bugs, it would only prove that the bugs were a weak group that couldn't adapt to the environment.

Oryx raised his head, and above his head, countless Valkyrie troops flew down.

These Valkyrie riders came down with scarlet eyes and rage as the demon had just slaughtered their entire legion.

Hate is a strange emotion.

Why do you need such useless feelings? The essence of everything is survival of the fittest, only those who adapt to the environment should survive, and those who do not adapt are naturally eliminated.

Oryx stretched his wings, and he was the only one left on the vast battlefield.

No follow-up troops because his sisters betrayed him.

There was no backhand who could help him, because his sons betrayed him.

There was no way to take him out of here because his subordinates betrayed him.

It's nothing, it can only be said to be their victory, the victory of their tricks. The betrayed Oryx should celebrate their victory with a smile, celebrating that their evil sword law may have defeated themselves once.

Then, after returning alive, give each of them a sword.

Maybe it's time to attack the bugs, and his group should also usher in a larger natural elimination.

Thinking like this, Oryx drew his sword and slashed at the furious Valkyries.

...

The new race "Insect Swarm" that suddenly emerged on Midgard was unexpected by all the forces in the Nine Realms.

The earth is a special planet. There have been rich gods here, and gods have fallen, but before the second batch of gods came and really shaped primates, there was only a barren land.

Oh no, I shouldn't say that, there is clearly a place of deadly poison and silence.

The sun here is poisonous, the land here is barren, and the sky here is scarlet as blood.

The venom flowing from the gods who died here has polluted the entire planet and even the galaxy, and the planet that cannot be purified is a more terrifying source of infection than any poison.

Therefore, no force in the Nine Realms dares to reach out to the 'rich' atrium.

Until one day, something special fell on this planet.

He seems to be a machine, he took root in this poisonous land, where he began to create his race.

'Humans', that's what he called them.

But for the kings of the Nine Realms, this is a joke. The name and existence of the word human have not appeared yet, it must be after the gods come again.

Those so-called human beings are just a bunch of inferior imitations in their eyes.

You see, so weak and so short-lived, you can't even get even the slightest blessing in the earth under your feet.

Such a race is not worthy of being called a human being, let alone one of their nine realms.

So, starting from Asgard, the new name for these things that imitated ''humans but failed was "Death Fearers"

A race that fears death, but can only welcome its short, small life in mourning.

However, destroying them directly seems a bit too arrogant.

If that's the case, then just be casual.

When I got interested, I went to kill a few to play.

Feel unhappy, go and destroy their tiny country to appreciate their fear.

The tiny insects have no capital and power to resist, only the choice of being abused by these "gods".

All this continued until that day.

After that day, that all changed.

The worms started their resistance. They stripped themselves of the 'human' title and called themselves 'HIVI'.

No one cared at first, and the frost giants of Jotunheim, as always, came to the planet to prey on them.

But the result ended in their death, and the enraged Jotunheim dispatched the army, but the result——

They were torn apart by the powerful and crazy swarm, and not even their souls were left. Everything that existed was swallowed up and turned into endless nourishment for the powerful swarm itself.

"Such an evil race must be destroyed!!!"

Bauer, who was the king of Asgard at the time, said so, so the righteous people of the Nine Realms gathered their armies to destroy these evil bugs.

But how can war be so easy?

The evil swarms, following the cruel 'law of the evil sword', devoured them at the cost of life and soul, devoured everything they had, and then used them as nutrients to feed new worms.

They will continue to learn to adapt, and what doesn't kill them will inevitably make them stronger.

The first coalition of the Nine Realms was victorious, Bauer killed their King of Soul Reaper, while their army lost more than 40%.

But the King of Soul Reaper soon returned again. Death could not do anything to him, but he could make things that don't die die.

He turned the kingdom of Wat Alheim into a 'dead place', the dwarves lost their forged world, and the planet was parasitized by 'worms' and became the gods that devoured all things.

Asgard divided a new planet, but disaster was inevitable. They tried their best, but they could only seal the King of Soul Reaper in Midgard.

Perhaps the only lucky one in this series of misfortunes, the insect swarms who believe in the "law of the evil sword" are constantly fighting within themselves, and this is the only way they can contain these crazy monsters.

Everything until that day comes.

...

The more we kill, the more our worms will be eager to kill.

The more cunning we are, the more our worms will need strategy.

The more curious we are, the more our worm will need the unknown.

This is our strength, our source, our insatiable worm **** that will devour us sooner or later.

Oryx knew this, he was the king of his pack, and his pack believed in these worms that gave them strength and immortality.

After they fought against the Nine Realms, Oryx was killed by Bauer, and Oryx, who had returned from his own throne world, understood a little.

Nothing in this world can escape the law of the evil sword.

Survive, kill, continue, the only criterion for judging whether a species is qualified is whether it can survive in a changing environment. This law will accompany the birth and decline of every race, until they no longer adapt to this law, until it is finally destroyed.

So, Oryx came to the throne world of his sisters and the throne world of his children.

As the price of betraying him, the King of Souls slaughtered unsuitable blood relatives with his own hands, and used their deaths to achieve the boundless power of Oryx.

The nutrients they enshrined in their 'worms' were deprived by Oryx, and this time, he didn't give any worms to himself. Oryx did not hesitate to absorb these abyss-contaminated life essences by himself .

That is the capacity of hundreds of billions of souls, that is the darkness supplied by the burning of countless lives.

Luscious, powerful, pure.

After getting all this, he returned to his throne world and found his 'worm'.

Perhaps now, it is more appropriate to call these things separated from their bodies 'worm gods'

How ridiculous and interesting, but some parasites that live in their bodies and rely on them to absorb nutrients and grow, but they are believed to be gods.

He returned to his throne world, dressed in dark flames, walking in this icy abyss.

With every step forward, the black and white sky trembled under his feet, and he searched for his own worm in this vast and empty world, the worm called 'Aka' by his admirers God, the bug that he once enshrined as a god.

It has nowhere to hide, and Oryx thirsts for the power of Akka, the power of 'negation' that comes from his offerings and the fruits he bears.

But that doesn't matter, power and power are meaningless, what matters is the secret of the abyss he believes in.