Martial Emperor Zun

Chapter 983 [986] What an ironic excuse!

Hell plane.

The seventh layer of hell.

This place has already become a land of ruins, the ground is rolling and cracking, and the bottomless abyss has swallowed countless creatures. Countless creatures in the entire seventh floor of hell feel that their vitality has been drawn out again at this moment.

Many people screamed, but there was nothing they could do.

Their fate has already been sealed.

Those ancient strongmen sealed themselves, and the existence of many creatures in hell is like eating blood. It may be nothing on weekdays, but once those ancient strongmen wake up, they will be inevitable.

Countless creatures were howling and weeping.

But it won't get anyone's begging.

The ancient powerhouses sealed themselves, how tough their hearts were, how could they give up devouring blood because of pity?Only after devouring these blood foods can they recover their strength and be able to play a role in the war.

It sounds cruel, but it really has nothing to do with right or wrong.

"You wait, you will become a hero in history."

A voice sounded faintly, desolate and ancient.

Immediately afterwards, a terrifying aura slowly revived. From weak to strong, this aura became more and more terrifying, and in the end it was no weaker than those in the ascension to heaven realm, and it was still rising!
Knowing the eighth level of ascending to heaven, the growth of this aura slowly stopped.

Before the surviving people breathed a sigh of relief, they saw a figure slowly stepping out of the abyss.

It was an extremely handsome young man, with long gray hair exuding a strange charm, and his skin was as smooth as jade. The most unforgettable thing was his eyes, bright but full of vicissitudes.

It seems to have gone through vicissitudes of life, and the years have changed.

In fact, he did live a long time.

Although the way of survival is somewhat different.

"Well, although I'm still a little short of my heyday, that's all. It's not bad to survive hundreds of millions of years and recover to this point." The young man muttered to himself, then looked at those ordinary creatures with a smile. "You don't need to be afraid, I won't devour you again."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the next moment, their bodies stiffened suddenly, and then they fell powerlessly.

"You will die well."

Another voice sounded, and then stepped out of the abyss.

This is a woman, extremely beautiful, but like a young man, her eyes are filled with the vicissitudes of time.

The young man was helpless, "Since he has recovered, why bother to kill again?"

"Oh? It's ridiculous that the famous Dragon Clan Killer in the past has pity on life today." The woman glanced at the young man and said sarcastically.

The youth is silent.

"I kill people, only those who deserve to be killed."

"What about those people before?"

The youth was completely silent.

He couldn't refute.

"Their deaths will be exchanged for ultimate success. In order to obliterate the way of heaven, any sacrifice is worthwhile."

The young man sighed.

He understood, otherwise he wouldn't have devoured it, but at this moment, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

In addition to the two of them, many powerful auras from the seventh floor of hell soon woke up one after another, and stepped out of the abyss.

Not only the seventh level of hell, but also such scenes are happening all the time in other hells.

Brutal, bloody.

The sacrifice of countless people, in exchange for the strength of a small number of people.

But the saddest thing is that this small group of powerful people is what this world needs, and more creatures can only become victims.

Is it fair?unfair.

so what?

Although there is pity in my heart, there is nothing I can do.

Sometimes, choosing is the hardest thing in the world.

Some people say that the most painful thing in life is not having a choice, but as everyone knows, sometimes choosing is more painful than not having a choice.

Hell became real hell.

Of course, just hell for the weak.

For the strong, hell is the place of nirvana.

Paradise.

Lin Chu also felt the cruelty of hell through the power of faith, and he even heard countless creatures calling to him.

But at this moment, his face was extremely ugly.

What can he do?
Undoubtedly, the powerhouses awakened by An Xie will have an unimaginable effect on the final battle, while more ordinary people can only become a burden.Although it is cruel to say so, it is true.

Lin Chu clenched his fists, and the veins popped out on his forehead.

He had never felt so powerless at that moment.

He used to think that the great emperor was omnipotent and would never have any regrets, but now he discovered that no matter how powerful he was, there were also things he couldn't do.

sad truth.

"I'm not worthy of your support." He muttered to himself, his face ugly.

All beings in the world believe in him, believing that he can lead them to find a bright path, but at this moment he finds out that he is really not the savior, even if he is, he is only a part of people or his own savior.

He was never a hero.

Not before, not now, and not in the future.

He can't protect anyone.

He sat down on the ground in a daze, his eyes lost for a while.

In the ears, it seems that the screams of hell beings are constantly ringing.

His name is constantly called out on the lips of those who have experienced despair.

He seemed to be able to feel the despair in those people's hearts.

Men, women, old and young, good and bad, countless people are calling for him.

But he can't do anything.

He may be able to save a lot of people, but if he does that, the balance of victory in the final battle will be more tilted towards heaven.

"You have no choice." Xinhuo sighed.

Yeah, I don't have a choice.

Lin Chu laughed miserably.

What an ironic excuse!

A sentence of "no choice" caused countless people who believed in him to die.

Is it true that the high and strong are more noble than the weak in essence?
Shouldn't life be equal?
His expression gradually became numb.

Until hell sentient beings are almost completely extinct.

The shocking aura of waking up can be felt even across planes.

There were a few cracks in Lin Chu's body of faith.

The power of faith was originally pure gold, but now it is mixed with black.

It was the resentment of countless dead people who once believed in him and now resented him.

"sorry."

He whispered to himself, as if speaking to himself, and as if speaking to those who died.

I'm sorry, it's too light.

But that's all he can do right now.

Closing his eyes, letting the tears roll down, he took a deep breath, opened his eyes after a long time, and the iron-like firmness was restored in his eyes.

Three months later, the revived ancient powerhouses entered the heavenly plane one after another.

Some of these ancient powerhouses have weird personalities. Even if they will eventually contribute to the war, some people's bad habits still make them act recklessly, killing things in the heavenly plane, and even some aliens have the habit of devouring human races.

The entire heaven ushered in brief chaos.

(End of this chapter)