I, the Human Race, Hit You!

There was a roar that was not in the decibels of human perception.

Lin Bai nodded, expressing his understanding.

Because he is a monster, he must kill people.

It's that simple reason.

If you have to kill someone for some reason, there is no room for understanding.

As long as it wasn't him who killed himself, even if it was for such absurd reasons as cosmic family planning, there was a possibility that he could understand it.

But this monster was originally created for the 'King of the Killer Race' to kill people.

However, it is a monster with a godhead and sufficient self-will, so it does not rely on instinct to kill.

In its way of existence, there is no room for human beings to communicate.

Lin Bai closed his eyes and pointed at the monster.

A green light of life emerged.

The body the size of a five-story building disappeared, replaced by a beautiful girl in her early twenties.

Wearing a red dress, dark skin, a pair of antelope horns standing on the blond hair, and a white cross pattern carved on each side of the face.

"So, now you're human too."

A water mirror appeared in front of 'it'.

Looking at 'self' in the mirror, 'it' took a deep breath.

The self in the mirror has a 'human' appearance.

"I... am... human... kind?"

He opened his mouth, and what he spit out was human language.

So - the next moment, his hand had pierced his heart.

Lin Bai frowned slightly as he picked up the twin babies who fell on the ground and was thrown into purgatory by someone so wicked.

Too deliberate.

Killer races can coexist with humans as 'non-killer races'.

But the murderous species in front of him.

It seems to be saying—"monster" will always be just a monster, leaving no room for communication from the very beginning.

But Typhon, who created such a murderous race, only gave them the reason that 'monsters are going to kill'.

What did you think?

The twin goddesses who were lifted secretly opened their eyes and communicated with each other.

[The case is solved, the case is solved, he has the aura of the sovereignty of the sun, and the cause and effect of Bai Ye, all of which are engraved in the incident of splitting the corner of the "Tiandong theory". 】

[Root——no, steal it back. 】

After the eye contact was completed, the two goddesses pretended to be asleep like newborn babies.

Chapter 51 Wings

How many worlds does Hakoniwa connect?This is still a mystery in Hakoniwa.

Little Garden has as many as seven outer doors, and each outer door is connected to a world outside Little Garden, but it does not mean that all the worlds connected by Little Garden are connected by outer doors.

Boundary gate - the current use is a convenient way to move in the box garden on the surface of the star, but it was originally a device made to connect the box garden and the outside world of the box garden.

Correspondingly, the boundary wall is a super device that divides Hakogari into 4 areas.

It looks like a thousand-meter-high city wall on the outside, but in essence it is a dividing line that divides the world.

For a long time, there are three factors that have hindered the group of gods from attacking the dystopian demon king.

One: the closed world in the west will weaken the power of the pantheon.

Two: The gods failed to solve the riddle of the dystopian demon king.

Third: The unbreakable boundary wall becomes the strongest shield of the dystopian demon king.

Regardless of the first two factors, the third factor has blocked the entry of a large number of main gods - high-level gods have a way to cross the boundary wall, but the main force of four-digit or even five-digit gods has no way through the boundary wall.

Coincidentally, the dystopian side thinks the same way.

For a long time, only relying on the group of gods who turned to him, the dystopian devil can rule the west.

If all the gods of the Bible are suppressed—a total of [-] million angels, the power situation will change.

Most of the five-figure level, a few four-digit Angel Legion, looking at Hakoniwa is also a force that cannot be ignored.

No group of gods can unilaterally consume this power, and more importantly - be able to resurrect.

So, from the beginning to the end, it is self-evident what the Angel Legion that has not appeared in the West District is doing now?

"G3 team, block it for me, you can't retreat even if you die."

"Think about the community that gave birth to you and raised you, think about your group of gods. Do you want to run with your tails between your legs for a second time?"

"Never give Hakoniwa to the Demon King of Dystopia."

"Think about my current homeland, think about everything that has been lost, and give him to me."

One of the heroic spirits of the Norse gods yelled frantically behind the battle line.

From the West End, the Nordic gods have left their hometown for thousands of years in order to temporarily avoid the sharp edge of the dystopian alliance.

Simply put - subjugated slaves.

Nothing is more cherished than something lost, and nothing is more impressive than a loss.

When the dystopian demon king launched an attack, the door to the West End opened, which also meant that the front had the possibility of moving forward.

Now, the Norse gods have a thousand reasons to stop the dystopian lord.

Likewise, angels have their reasons.

In order to transform Hakoniwa into what he wants, and to turn the world into an utopia.

One side vowed not to retreat, and the other side desperately moved forward.

There was no communication, no words, and the two sides decided that the other was the enemy they had to defeat.

So the current scene was created.

Limbs were everywhere, rivers of blood flowed, and the entire battlefield was strewn with corpses.

However—stepping on the dead bodies of allies has to move forward.

The previous comrades who fought side by side, talking and laughing, may lose their temperature and life in the next moment.

Not just comrades in arms, even brothers, fathers and sons.

Even so, you can only move forward until you defeat the enemy, and there is no room to stop and remember.

This is war.

Whether you are a saint or a villain, you must follow the laws of war when you come to the battlefield.

No matter what kind of ideas you have, what high-sounding reasons you have to rely on war to defend, when you step on the battlefield, there is only one reason, and there is only one thing you can do.

kill.

Give up kindness, give up kindness, give up all virtue.

It doesn't matter whether you can communicate or not, war is the best way to communicate.

The strong live and the weak die, that's all.

It was the first time Canary saw the scene of war.

In this Hakoniwa world where the rules of the game are absolute, a world where everything is turned into violence so blatantly and the strong prey on the strong is laid out in front of her nakedly.

In her mind, the so-called war should be something with a greater sense of honor and a sense of mission.

A ceremony where both parties stake their glory, stake their faith, and sublimate in battle.

The blood on the ground solidified into a dark color, and the sky seemed to close its eyes, turning into night.

However, this is not the case now.

Canary is only a 15-year-old kid, but she is not incapable of understanding the current war.

The so-called reason is the excuse needed to step into the battlefield.

The so-called glory is the reason to continue the war after the war is over.

After you step into the battlefield - the only reason is to let the opponent die.

In this war, the Nordic gods quickly fell behind.

This is of course, but they cannot even stop the group of gods who have turned to the dystopian demon king, and they cannot match the angels in terms of quantity and quality.

If it weren't for the limit on the number of people who can pass through the realm gate at the same time, I'm afraid it won't last until now?

Even so, no one retreated.

Even if you die, you have to die on the battlefield—without such awareness, you cannot join the Dystopian Alliance.

But no matter what kind of awareness, here it is just a reason to kill the other party.

In other words - the firmer the philosophy and the deeper the awareness, the less able to forgive the other party.

It is an existence that absolutely cannot communicate with each other.

In this small garden on the surface of the star, in the endless world connected by the small garden, there is no room for two thoughts,

"Is this the sworn enemy?"

Staring at the war in front of him, he asked.

Seeing too many cruel wars, even Qin Shihuang, who ruled the world, would not stop looking at the war in front of him.

But—he took a deep breath, pointed to both sides and asked, and then asked.