Monster Editor: I can create evil gods

"Summon all the jailers."

In an open space in the cellar, Su Ziyu looked around, suddenly stopped, and said lightly.

"Captain... Don't you take a look at the problem with the line?

The nightmare asked grovelingly.

"That's what I'm going to solve now."

Su Ziyu's voice suddenly became a little colder, making the night mare couldn't help but shiver.

"Good..."

While waiting, Su Ziyu simply found an open space to sit cross-legged and close his eyes.

A few minutes later, the sound of the wind suddenly sounded all around, and several black shadows flew over the cellar in a row, circling several times, and then fell.

"Head..." A

dozen nightmare bent over and hugged his fists, surrounding Su Ziyu in the middle.

After hearing the movement, Su Ziyu slowly opened his eyes, swept over the night nightmare with different skin colors in front of him, secretly counted their number in his heart, and then nodded and said,

"Have they all arrived?"

"Report captain, it's all here."

The youngest Nightmare immediately rushed forward and said quickly.

"Head..."

The twelve nightmare all lowered their heads, not daring to look at Su Ziyu.

They can both feel the powerful aura emanating from each other, and there is even an illusion that this aura seems to be stronger...

"You did something wrong about digging the cave route..." Su Ziyu said with a calm face, "Since you did something wrong, then you should be punished

..." "Yes..."

This group of jailers had already expected this result, and they were not surprised by this, but because they were afraid, their bodies would tremble uncontrollably.

Su Ziyu flew up in the air, and Sen Ran's gaze swept below, and he also found that this group of nightmare included the jailers of his previous group.

"Head... Let us live..."

The subordinates were unfavorable and willing to be punished..."

All the nightmare tensed their faces and solemn expressions, but they could not control the slight trembling of their bodies.

They are afraid.

Su Ziyu was very happy.

Because since entering the cellar, the people who have been afraid have always been humans, the citizens of Mocheng, they are polluted, and they are forced to come here to work hard and give their lives, and every moment they live in extreme self-blame and fear.

But...

What to be afraid of... There can't be only humans, you can't just have these so-called sacrifices....

The identities of prey and hunter are exchanged from now on.

Monsters should also be afraid.

"That's right." Su Ziyu pulled out a very happy smile on his face, and the corners of his mouth on both sides rose to an exaggerated angle, "Hunters must also be afraid, so it's fair... What's more, are you prey or hunters now? Listening

to his captain suddenly say this long series of strange words, the jailer nightmare was stunned, raised his head, and saw Su Ziyu's palm down, the palm of the emerald green fluorescent lit up, a jade-colored seed only the size of a dragon's eye fell with a bang, obviously light as a feather, but it fell to the ground like a weight of ten thousand catties.

"Bang!"

The seed of dusk fell to the ground, quickly took root and sprouted, and grew into hundreds of towering ancient trees, branches stretching, like vines and willows spreading out in all directions, instantly piercing the back of the heads of the dozen or so jailer nightmare.

This kind of hole through the body did not splash out of flesh and blood, the end of the branch was like an octopus sucker stuck to their brain position, a circle of emerald green spiritual energy stirred up, the sky was dyed dark red, as if dusk, and then one after another spirit body was manipulated and pumped out.

'Dusk Dreamland'!

'Spirit parasitism'!

The movements of the nightmare were like the gears of the stuck shaft slowly slowing down, and the Dusk Realm King Tree quickly withdrew the branches, and with a pop, one after another spirit body was stuffed back into the original body of the nightmare.

When they opened their eyes again, their pupils flashed with an emerald green light.

"I... Two...... Seven... Thirteen..."Thirteen

Nightmare... It's all manipulated in an instant.

"On your knees!"

Su Ziyu drank sharply, and the thirteen night nightmare immediately knelt down, and the movement did not drag the mud and water.

Affected by 'Dusk Dreams' and 'Spirit Parasitism', all thirteen nightmare were controlled.

"Follow the route above to dig a hole."

Su Ziyu casually threw out a drawing and said lightly.

"Yes!"

The nightshades took the drawing, glanced at the road map on it, got up neatly, and then turned to leave.

Watching the nightmares leave, Su Ziyu's figure moved and disappeared in place.

"How did they get to work?" Looking at the nightmares who were huddled together not far away and buried their heads in hard work, the Night Lord Priest was startled for a moment, and then turned his head to look at Su Ziyu, "You did it?"

Su Ziyu didn't answer directly, just nodded slightly, and then casually threw out a dark green jade bottle, and said lightly:

"I will divide the auxiliary potion into two parts, now give you one of them, if you want to completely unlock that curse seal, just behave, I will give you another bottle of potion before leaving."

"You..." Hearing

this, the Night Lord Priest widened his eyes and stared at Su Ziyu, but he didn't dare to really show anger, he could only suppress it, which looked a little funny.

"The citizens of Mocheng have been entrusted to you for protection, and the task of digging caves will be done by those nightmare monsters." Su Ziyu turned around and walked in the other direction, "Oh yes, there are still a few girls in the stone building, remember to bring them all out." The

Night Lord Priest was silent for a while, suppressed the resentment in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I see."

"Where are you going?"

"Go up and talk to their king."

Su Ziyu stopped and said softly.

Although his tone sounded very gentle, behind that gentleness, there was a terrifying chill.

"He's an angelic powerhouse... Your disguise may not be able to hide from him..." The

Night Lord Priest didn't know why he said such a thing, obviously thinking of Su Ziyu dying at the hands of the King's Night Nightmare was still a little happy in his heart.

Maybe it was because the other half of the jade bottle that unlocked the curse seal was still in Su Ziyu's hands?

"So what?" Su Ziyu turned around, and his appearance and body briefly returned to their original state, "Originally, I came to Mocheng, I was just looking for the ethereal city of a thousand pillars, but after I came here, I have seen my wife scattered, my family broken and people killed, my dreams shattered, my beauty being tarnished, and my evil being exalted..."

It's not just Mocheng... There are also mermaid villages, Jiangcheng, Heichao City, Yangcheng... Every city has its own sadness... Many citizens, treated as lambs... As an offering to the gods on high

... Why do some people's ambitions and desires need to be satisfied with the blood of others?

I can't help but think... What if one day the identities of hunters and prey are exchanged?

Speaking of this, Su Ziyu paused, turned his head to look into the eyes of the night lord, and slowly spoke:

"It shouldn't be only the sacrifice and the lamb who are afraid... I want them to truly experience the fears of ordinary people.

After that, a black mist surged, and Su Ziyu turned into a night mare again, and turned to leave.

Looking at his back, the Night Lord Priest's small mouth opened slightly, trying to open his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to say.

Her eyes were lowered, she squeezed the jade bottle in her hand, and there was an inexplicable emotion flowing in the depths of her dark eyes.

"It can't be just the sacrifice and the lamb who are afraid..."

muttered the Night Lord Priest, and just as he was about to think deeply, his brain nerves twitched, his solemn expression became dull for a moment, and he suddenly shouted with a big tongue:

"Sour plum... Sour plum..."

"Damn it... Here it is again..." The

Night Priest knocked his head from time to time, and stomped his foot with his teeth itching in anger, looking like a clown actor in a stage play.