People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

Chapter 227: Not all test papers have multiple choice questions

Eyes opened.

The warm sunshine fell comfortably on the body.

The warm wind is blowing, if it is normal, there is probably no environment more suitable for sleeping than this situation.

But it was such a reassuring and warm atmosphere, but the first thing that appeared in his mind was a feeling of disgust like vomiting.

Unable to move.

Desperate powerlessness kept pouring into his heart, but he couldn't even move a finger.

All the power in the body is torn apart at this moment, and the plundering power has also returned to its original owner.

Not only that, even the hands and half of the body up to the waist have all been turned into ashes and disappeared.

suddenly--

Perhaps it was because the clouds covered the sun, and the too dazzling light in front of him suddenly dimmed.

Astaru slowly opened his eyes.

The man's voice came calmly with a little surprise.

"Oh, I thought your consciousness had completely disappeared, but it seems that there is still a little remnant."

Looking at the Sun Knight holding an umbrella in front of him, Astaru was stunned for a few seconds, and showed a somewhat helpless wry smile.

"Ah~, I'm completely defeated, resentment and darkness, it seems that neither can overcome their respective opposites."

Obviously facing death without doing anything, but the expression of the evil god looked unusually calm.

"Hmph, what a boring life... But since Mr. Sun is interested in witnessing the end of this filthy god like me, he must have some doubts about some things."

There was no negative emotion in the voice with a smile, and she spoke very calmly.

"Then ask, after all, people who are dying don't care about these things."

At this time, a gust of warm wind blew through, bringing with it a somewhat scorching breath of summer.

After a few seconds of silence, Elmes spoke quite bluntly.

"Okay, first thing, Astaroth, what is your purpose?"

"Haven't I already said this, against eternity, and exerting the love of gods on Dao's wife?"

One mountain cannot accommodate two tigers. For a demon god who is born to love, this is easy to understand.

But Elmes shook his head.

When he was in the cinema, he had already noticed it.

Aware of the [contradiction] in that language and behavior.

It doesn't matter, but it doesn't hurt to point out to satisfy your curiosity at the end.

He nailed the contradictions to the bone.

"Astaroth, are you...really [lover]?"

In the most flat tone, he spoke the fundamental language that violated the gods.

Except for the Queen of Winter who has given up everything, there is no demon god in the world who can get rid of the instinct of lover, even Zhongli who is also detached.

Facing this question that hit the nail on the head in a certain sense, Astaru was silent for a few seconds, and still smiled in that tone like a little devil junior.

"Of course, even I can't go against God's instinct."

This sentence is true.

It is the "real thing" without any filth in the black mud.

However, Elmes shook his head.

"It seems that the way I asked is not right, let's put it another way..."

[Do you hate humans? 】

A long silence finally came.

The clown mask named Smile finally faded before his death.

Another part of the body disappeared, and a helpless smile appeared on his face.

"Really, I don't want to keep even a little secret, that's all...it's meaningless even now."

As if giving up on herself, she yelled out in complete relief.

"Of course, human beings... are the most fucking disgusting! I have really convinced those of my kind, as long as I look at them for hundreds of years, I can understand what kind of shit humans are. It's a joke."

The hatred that he treated as an enemy was like ink, and the rather rude insults did not seem to be staged at all.

If the other demon gods were present and heard these words, they would probably find it hard to understand compared to their anger.

I don't understand why my own kind would have such an idea.

"The life span is short and the ability is weak. There is nothing to boast about except for the speed of reproduction. It only likes to use violence and war to promote progress, but it can constantly lower the lower limit of morality when treating its own kind. It is ugly and ignorant."

"Each generation says they know how to repent when they make mistakes, but the next generation will still repeat the same mistakes. When the reality meets the situation and act, no matter how many times they have been repeated, they will never learn any lessons from history."

Countless complaints poured out like machine guns, without even repeating a single sentence, completely scolding human beings from the perspective of evil human nature.

Even worse than the Herrscher of Domination next door, even though she was beheaded by the dream truth formed by the wishes of the people, she still didn't have any recognition for human beings.

But suddenly, she stopped.

"Oh, I forgot, Elmes-sama, you seem to be considered a human being."

But Elmes didn't care.

"Genetically speaking, it should count, but it doesn't make much sense."

Because of his ability, as long as he wants to, he can surpass humans at any time.

And because of the special nature of birth and experience, it is only in the last few years to have social and similar cognition.

The influence of arrogance also keeps him from fussing over a dying god.

"It seems that my guess is indeed correct... But let's not talk about this, about what I just said, aren't you curious, Mr. Elmes?"

Curious why love and hate are intertwined, and why a demon god hates humans.

Elmes turned his face away without interest.

"What's so curious about this level? It's about the root of your birth."

The Demon God of Grudge showed a happy smile.

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It was born three years ago.

The Demon God of Rock was born from the memory and accumulation of the earth, and the Demon God of Thunder was born from the skylight of storm and thunder.

So of course, the Demon God of Grudge was born from the resentment of the dead.

In the beginning, there was no appearance or form, just a hollow shell like a pitch-black chrysalis.

And what flows inside is the [Male Resentment] that smells like black cement in a sewer.

Whether it's memory, emotion, or unwillingness, it's like throwing messy things into the trash can that holds everything, and all the heterogeneities are mixed like this.

Astaroth was born out of these "garbage".

Thousands of memories are mixed and fused with each other, and mixed together cannot form the only one that can be realized.

And then at the end it's like sorting the garbage, merging the overlapping things together, and putting the messy stuff deeper.

And so in the relatively pure overlap, "Consciousness is born.

The first thing I felt was nausea.

Just like being subjected to cyber violence, countless wills screamed and passed their ideas to the tool like brainwashing. This situation is not one person or a single digit, but a dense swarm of locusts.

Disgusting.

Obviously, I was born with this kind of thinking, but I was born with these things, but I was born with incomparable disgust.

This self-contradictory nature may be the root of human evil.

It's so disgusting.

It's like lying naked in a swarm of insects, all kinds of insects are constantly climbing on the body like eating flesh, but the body can't move, and even the eyelids can't be closed, can only watch helplessly. Large blocks of large blocks continue to come densely packed.

All that appeared in front of my eyes were more rotten and foul-smelling than the underground silt.

disgust.

Self-assertive hatred and stupid cognition are so ugly and ridiculous in the eyes of gods who have the perspective of thousands of people.

anger.

I was born to complete these stupid grievances, but these stupid grievances are equal to myself. I am not just a trash can that bears everything, but a general description that piles up all the garbage.

This feeling of powerlessness that completely excludes all self-esteem and self-rejection is like a cramp, and all resentment cannot find an outlet. The only thing that can be hated is the self itself. Anger keeps circulating and accumulating, but it will never be released.

hatred.

Born out of pitch-black resentment, the same pitch-black color gushes out from the chest of the evil god, wanting to burn something, swallow something, and melt something.

Astaru: Ah———

The hatred welling up in his chest.

There are no objects that can be applied.

No matter who's wish, no matter who's will, it doesn't matter in the tens of millions of other equally dark emotions, no matter who's thinking is the same.

In a group with no power gap, the wishes of individual individuals will be absolutely diluted, and will only become smaller and smaller as more resentment and memory appear.

The hatred and resentment in the chest are not aimed at the so-called small individual, but the basis of all things.

This is the so-called [birth].

I really want to disappear.

I can't imagine.

I really want to die.

It would be great if I hadn't been born from the very beginning, I wouldn't have suffered everything, if the universe hadn't exploded from the very beginning, this disgusting world wouldn't have appeared in front of the disgusting me.

Based on this, everything that lives as a continuation is basically unbearable.

Whether it's breathing;

or action;

Even the most basic heartbeat doesn't want to happen at all.

Originally, without any motivation for action, it should have drowned in its chaotic self forever.

but--

The birth of God is established, and then the instinct appears.

Demon gods love people by nature, but lovers are just nature.

When instinct and thought contradict each other, and the two cannot overwhelm the other, more twisted abnormalities are produced.

love him love her love them love them love you love yourself love her love him love him love you love me love her love him love her love them love them love You love yourself love her love him love him love you love me love her love him love her love them love them love you love yourself love her love... ....

Too disgusting.

Whether it's the princess who still smiles while sleeping on the bed in the face of killing her father and enemies, or the brave man who kills everyone who cares, even the resentment they have can't compare to that distorted feeling.

On the basis of evil, the attribute of good should be added.

How twisted and ugly this is.

It's like facing a spear that can pierce everything and a shield that can drop everything. The two phenomena of successful defense of the shield and successful penetration of the spear must be established at the same time.

Such a thing is impossible.

But it must be established.

But it can't, and it has to be done.