Great Creator

At this time, the words that the mysterious existence had said passed through Lu Cuo's consciousness like thunder and lightning.

"Since it is such a decadent rule, why not just let it perish!"

Yes, he saw the signature painting on the bamboo slips that sentenced him to death. The Dragon Kingdom he spent his whole life guarding, but sentenced him to death and killed all his family members.

"No matter how faint the emperor is and no matter how incompetent ministers are, aren't they all used by the people themselves?"

Yes, he is also one of them.

If it were not for him to be ignorant and loyal, instead of earning his due status and power, would he be restrained everywhere and eventually kill the whole family and Bi'er?

Let the kings and ministers of the Long Kingdom use him unscrupulously to rely on him, isn't it what he has always tolerated!

"God! Are you still there! What you said is right, I regret it, I really regret it!"

Lu Wrong faced the boundless sky, yelling with his soul.

Irreversible pain, irreparable hatred, filled his mind.

"Take my soul, if it is of any use to you. God, please give this kingdom...No, give it to all the injustices between this world and the earth... to punish Bar!"

...

Huang Si's consciousness came silently.

Lu Cuo's soul had become thinner, but it still didn't dissipate.

"Tell me," Huang Si asked him, "if you could become a god, what would you do."

"God..." Lu Cuo muttered to himself.

"If I were a god, I would destroy everything that is ugly in this world!"

Huang Si coldly said:

"You are not suitable to be a god, because God is detached from the world, and God will always only watch mortals in the sky. And the laws and morals of the world have nothing to do with God."

"Really?" Lu missed and laughed, his soul gradually dimming in the smile, "It turns out to be like this, no wonder, the world is full of cruelty and injustice, all because God doesn't care about us mortals... …"

"You are wrong. Mortals do things, bear their own guilt and blame God for not paying attention. Didn't you want God to carry your scapegoat? Didn't I tell you about this earlier?"

Hearing Huang Si's words, Wei Ji's figure fell on the tip of the big tree, and he looked towards the palace in Lihe City.

257 years have passed, a lot has changed here, but it is still nostalgic.

And the habits of the human race have not changed much.

They always think that gods are responsible for all the sorrows and sufferings in the world, even if those sufferings have nothing to do with the gods, or even just forged by the human race.

Huang Si glanced at Weiji, and sighed in his heart.

Wei Ji is definitely not feeling well now, after all, this capital, and even this entire kingdom, was once the focus of his efforts.

However, before Huang Si asked in the Ministry of Biology, who would come to the capital of the Dragon Kingdom to be the soul-enlightening deity and witness the destruction of the Dragon Kingdom, he immediately stood up before hesitant and agreed without hesitation.

Hearing the words spoken by the mysterious voice, a kind of icy cold made his whole heart cool down.

If it is so, the gods are really as the mysterious voice said....

"If God doesn't care about the life and death of mortals, mortals can only float and sink in the world, and there will never be a day before, right." Lu Cuo's voice became weaker and weaker, and his soul became flickering and uncertain.

"Yes." Huang Si said, "no one can save you, and nothing can be obtained without paying a price. Gods are not givers, and you are not beggars."

Beggar?

Lu Cuo thought of the scene he saw in the temple for no reason.

Yes, don’t those who kneel on the ground begging gods resemble beggars!

Begging for forgiveness, begging for gifts, begging for salvation, begging for miracles.

No matter what kind of beggar, they always put themselves in the most inferior, humble, and pathetic position, and murmured pleading to the superior gods, just to be able to obtain even the tiniest pity of the other party.

That's really, too sad.

"Haha...So, the gods, you came here to tell me this and let me understand that the human race is so small, humble, and pitiful, even kneeling down on the knees of the gods and being a beggar is meaningless. ,right?"

The color of Lu Cuo's soul became more and more bleak.

From childhood to adulthood, all his persistence in life has been completely subverted today.

There is no hope in the world.

The country is destroyed and the family is destroyed.

The country he has guarded all his life has ruined everything about Lu Cuo.

Now, even the transcendent existence of gods would laugh at him and annihilate his last trace of will.

"You are wrong, I am not a god." Huang Si's voice gradually became terrifying, as if it came from the deepest and furthest nightmare, "I am the opposite of god, the devil in the devil-the devil's Great Demon God."

"With me, there is no gift, no pity, and you don't need to beg for the slightest miracle. The power I give to the world is fair and must be exchanged for the most precious soul of the human race."

"If you want to trade, you have to give up your qualifications as a human being, dedicate all of yourselves to the Demon God, become a slave to the Demon God, lose your freedom forever, and never detach yourself. However, correspondingly, you will be able to sanction this world. The power of becoming a demon. Are you willing?"

At this time, Lu Cuo's soul was almost completely dissipated, and his translucent body gradually collapsed like quicksand.

His voice has also become almost nothing:

"Didn't I have promised you, I, I am willing to dedicate everything I have, whether my soul or freedom..."

His soul had collapsed so that only half of his face remained, but he used that half of his face to make the final cry:

"Just to personally let all the ugliness in this world... get retribution!"

Time seemed to stand still.

The golden light fell into the fragments of Lu Cuo's soul, and in a flash, the soul that could not be redeemed was stained with the color of miracles. Law.

The main reason was to ask Lu Cuo whether he was suitable for going to the Heaven Realm or the Devil Realm.

God is selfless and just, like spring breeze and rain.

The devil destroys injustice, like a thunderbolt.

In the beginning, Huang Si was planning to recruit him to the heavens, but he also gave him the right to choose. Lu Cuo did not choose to continue to maintain justice, but chose to destroy everything that was injustice.

Throughout his life, everything he did and thought was upright and honest, and his belief was justice and protection.

However, after his tragic death, his thoughts changed and he chose to become a killing demon.

It's as if absolute light comes to an end, it will turn into absolute darkness.

Lu Cuo, suitable for going to the Devildom.