Doomsday Villain: Cutting off the heroine Hu Xiaohua at the beginning

"I am indeed a race of demons, but there is not a day when I don't want to leave this race."

"If I hadn't been born in a lower race, how could I have come here?"

Ting Ai said indifferently, his eyes were cold and ruthless, while Descartes raised his fist almost instantly, and the purple light gathered.

"Don't want to be in this race? I'll send you to reincarnate!"

Descartes roared, but his fist was hanging in the air and couldn't drop at all.

"Send Ting Ai to reincarnate, who gave you the right?"

An indifferent voice sounded, and a tall humanoid creature appeared, with cyan skin, but a part of the body was somewhat transparent, as if blurred.

There is nothing on the face, just a huge vertical pupil, not even a mouth.

"Star Seed!"

Descartes exclaimed, the so-called star seeds are the higher races of the filthy land, one of the most noble races in the filthy land.

The so-called higher races, that is to say, were born as higher races, whether it is combat power or brain power, it is difficult for lower races to match.

"Who told you to call Xingseed directly!"

"Give me a sigh!"

Starseed raised his hand slightly, and Descartes knelt on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably. This was the suppression of lower races by higher races.

Even if he became a higher race through later efforts and studies, he could not ignore the suppression of other higher races.

In the filthy land, no matter what race you come from, there is a high probability that you will be imprisoned by this race for the rest of your life.

Some actions similar to starlight flooded the air. Even if Descartes knelt down, he was unwilling to bow his head, but at this moment he couldn't bear the coercion after all, so he slowly lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Mures My lord, why are you here?"

"The Demon Tribe suffered heavy casualties, of course I want to come and see."

Mures didn't look at Descartes, but looked at Ting Ai, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"How many demons died? Give me a count, the ancestral land will send some high-level fighters over tonight."

Myles said indifferently. As soon as he said this, Descartes looked puzzled and said, "It's just a tribe of demons. Isn't it a bit overqualified to send people from the ancestral land?"

Although he really wanted to ask the ancestors for help, Descartes also knew that it was impossible for the ancestors to send high-level fighters for these demons. The so-called high-level fighters were teams composed entirely of high-level races.

And this Myles is a well-known commander among the star race, and he plays a pivotal role in the war system of the Filthland.

Descartes noticed that the other party's breath was level four.

If he remembered correctly, this Myreth was about his age.

This is the difference between a high level and a low level. Descartes was able to reach the third level through countless efforts and some chances, but this Mures has reached the fourth level.

As a leader among the star-seeds, Myles is actually promoted faster than this by the higher races. The reason why he is level four is because of his status as a well-known commander of the star-seeds.

In general, the commanders in the war system of the filthy land come from several famous real schools in the filthy land.

The learning process takes a lot of time, so the strength improvement will be slower.

If it is a leader among normal star-seeds, it should be level five at this time.

"Overkill? Are you questioning my words?"

Myles was a little displeased, this Descartes actually dared to question his words, what qualifications does a lucky guy from a small low race have?

Thinking of this, Myles took a closer look at Descartes, with a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth, "You were a lucky one before, but you won't be so from now on."

"You can stand out from the demons, do you really think it's all due to your own efforts?"

"Give you a chance and you won't be able to grasp it!"

Myures shook his head. If nothing goes wrong, the lower races will be lower races all their lives, but there are always some people who can overcome the restrictions of races and become higher races, and their own potential is not inferior to their natural superiority.

This is something that can’t be helped, the filthy land is not in the hands of the higher races.

Some chances will still spread to lower races, such as this Descartes.

But chance, whether it is for low or high class, is ultimately given to the race of the filthy land, so the total amount of chances in the filthy land will not change, but just a few days ago, Myles received a task .

Investigate lost opportunities in the Filth!

The opportunity of the filthy land was actually lost. In Myles' impression, there has never been such a thing.

However, when he received this mission, he realized the importance of this mission. About the specific content of this mission, he was personally told by a high-ranking member of the Star Race family.

This is an opportunity, if it can be done well, maybe my career in the future will be bright!

"My lord said that, as the leader of this operation, it was my fault."

Descartes lowered his head with a bitter expression on his face. As the leader of the demon tribe, the demon tribe was turned into ruins at this moment. Although these demons are very humble in the eyes of the higher races, it is very likely that what Mures said just now I want him to take the blame.

After all, he is the leader of the demon tribe. Although the enemy is very powerful, he has no resistance at all.

But Descartes had nothing to say, but the only thing that made him feel wrong was that this Mures really came for these demons?

Descartes has also been on the battlefield more than once. When the filthy land invaded the territory of other races, the demons died in batches, and these higher races did not see any distress.

And what the other party said just now seems to have something to say.

Descartes felt that he had grasped something, but he didn't seem to have grasped it. In the past, he would suddenly have a flash of light in his mind at this time, but it didn't happen today. A feeling of emptiness reverberated in his heart.

"I told you, you can't understand, the lower races are really stupid."

Myles shook his head and looked in the direction of Yunshang Villa, "I heard that the person who made the Demon Tribe like this is fighting with another force, do you know what's going on?"

"Send someone to watch again, or..."

"Forget it, I'll go and see for myself!"

Myles waved his hand, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and the next moment he appeared hundreds of meters away, and then disappeared again. After several jumps, he came to the edge of the demon tribe. From here, he could see The villa and the floating city above.

"Is that the chance of my filthy land?"

"What a mobile platform for war. It would be a waste to give it to Descartes. Fortunately, it was snatched away by Jiang Yang. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to take it!"

Myles grinned grinningly, but at this moment, the Palace of Death in his eyes suddenly burst into a gloomy light.