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The red light from the King's Nest grew increasingly intense. In a short while, it had become so dense that it was almost tangible, obscuring the view inside. 思路客

No one knew what Blood瞳 encountered inside, nor what he saw.

Except for Blood瞳 himself.

...

A sea of blood...

An endless sea of blood.

Blood瞳 stood above the sea of blood, watching countless blood shadows struggling and climbing out of it. The sea of blood, once under his control, was now extraordinarily violent. Waves hundreds of meters high pierced the sky, and even he couldn't control the boiling blood sea. Above the blood sea, tens of thousands of blood shadows flew in all directions, instantly disappearing beyond Blood瞳's perception.

Blood瞳 didn't know where they were going, but he knew that from this day on, the sea of blood would finally fulfill its mission.

In fact, Blood瞳 had long felt strange. Why were other high-level life forms' traits so practical, while his own sea of blood could only be hidden deep within his mind? Although it had the ability to devour enemies, how many could actually be drawn into his pupils when facing opponents of the same level?

Everything was answered today.

It turned out that the sea of blood wasn't a so-called high-level life form trait at all. It was a world hidden within him, belonging only to him!

The world of the dead!!

Every blood shadow was a warrior of Krodir in their previous life. They were brave and strong, dedicating everything to Krodir during their lives. But when they died, their souls didn't dissipate into scattered spiritual energy particles. Instead, they returned to this vast sea of blood. The endless sea of blood seemed to never stop churning, and how many heroic souls of Krodir were hidden within it?

Blood瞳 couldn't imagine, but one thing he knew was that if this was the final resting place of Krodir warriors, then beneath this sea of blood, the most powerful force in the universe must be hidden.

The heroic souls of countless powerful individuals.

These heroic souls floated in the sea of blood, receiving nourishment from the sea of blood, or rather, from the master of the sea of blood, which was himself. When they could return to reality one day, they would inevitably set off the most insane storm in the universe. No one could stop their revenge, because this was a power that didn't belong to the human world!

The only thing they lacked was a vessel. And outside, Krodir had prepared everything for them.

Hundreds of millions of Conqueror husks were enough for these blood shadows to regain their strength from their previous lives. Although this might require a period of fusion, there was no doubt that when the fusion was complete, the lives of the universe would enter a countdown.

Those who hadn't personally experienced it could never understand the Krodir people's hatred for the universe. They were born in pain and died in pain. Their entire lives were spent fighting for the rise of their race. Most people only saw their conquest and their brutality, but who saw their helplessness and their sorrow?

This was a tragic race. From birth to death, they were manipulated by fate. Their anger stemmed from their bloodline and their souls, and it was precisely these things that made it impossible for the Krodir people to ever forget.

They would never understand forgiveness, because this universe owed them too much.

Perhaps some would ask, in this universe, how many races had been humiliated? How many races had been destroyed? They had never hated this universe, so what reason or qualification did the Krodir people have to hate it?

The answer was actually very simple. This was the difference between the weak and the strong.

The weak, even the stubborn weak, would only lower their heads when faced with humiliation, burying themselves in the sand like quails, pretending that what they couldn't see didn't exist. The weak would not resist, only grovel. Perhaps in their eyes, this could change everything.

But the strong were different. Even the weakest of the strong, when faced with injustice, would only react with retaliation! They didn't need sympathy or pity. Even if everyone in the world was slandering them and framing them, they would still follow their determined steps, step by step, towards revenge. Their bodies were covered in wounds and dripping with blood, but even if they fell, they would not stop. If they couldn't walk, they would crawl. If they couldn't crawl, they would bite with their teeth.

The difference between the weak and the strong was not in form, but in heart!! (This is dedicated to the countless martyrs of the Chinese nation who sacrificed their lives for the country. You are the true strong. Also, I pity those Hong Kong and Taiwan independence idiots. If you've fallen, don't ask us why we're standing. We don't bother to explain to you, because it's embarrassing. You're embarrassing your ancestors. The content in parentheses is free of charge. A small knife is angry and complaining.)

The Krodir people were undoubtedly strong, because they possessed the heart of the strong.

This was their sorrow, but also their glory!

Standing above the sea of blood, Blood瞳 suddenly felt the will of the Krodir people. This was a tenacious, unyielding will. No matter how much suffering or pain, it was difficult to bend this will. No one wanted to die, let alone continue to endure this endless torment after death. But the Krodir people did it. They would not only fight for a lifetime, but also fight for eternity.

Even after death, they would continue to fight!

Death was not scary. What was scary was not knowing what to fight for!

Taking a deep breath, Blood瞳 felt the bloody scent in his lungs and suddenly shook his head.

He no longer wanted to control it. When a civilization was brewing in anger and accumulating in hatred, and finally waited for the day to reappear, what reason or qualification did he have to stop it?

The Krodir people were destined to reappear in the universe. This was not a prediction, but a reality. It was a reality exchanged for generations of Krodir people's sacrifices and blood.

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This was fate!

Silently, Blood瞳 turned around and was about to leave this sea of blood. He already felt that even without his control, the blood shadows of the sea of blood would find their own vessels. At this moment, he might be a superfluous person.

Blood瞳 didn't know why he was summoned here, but he didn't want to face what was to come.

Understanding was one thing, but accepting was another.

Blood瞳 understood the Krodir people's hatred, but didn't want to involve himself in this hatred. The flames of this hatred were too strong, and he was worried that it would burn him to death. Burn to death everyone related to him.

Unfortunately, although he wanted to escape, there was someone who didn't want him to leave.

Suddenly, a voice sounded below Blood瞳, stopping his steps to leave.

"Blood瞳, or rather, the great Diablo, do you really want to leave like this?"

"Who?" Blood瞳 was startled and suddenly turned around. He happened to see a bloody figure floating in the sea of blood. His figure was very burly, but his body was covered with scars. A large amount of blood dripped down his scars, indescribably violent and terrifying.

But this bit of violence was of course not seen in Blood瞳's eyes. He just coldly stared at this blood shadow he had never seen before. He asked coldly.

"Who are you?"

"Me?" The blood shadow raised his head and thought for a while, then revealed a faint smile. "I don't have a name. But a long, long time ago, I remember they called me..."

"King."(To be continued.)