The puppets' stage play

Crackling, crackling.

The scorching sparks trembled in the air, and the shouts mixed in the air could not help but bring a certain charm.

"The ink-splashing villain is a kind of miscellaneous creature that appears everywhere with imagery and predatory images." The sharp cyan finger claws moved the creature nestled in his palm. Kantel ignored the opponent's face with bloody teeth and grabbed it in the air. .

He couldn't help but look over.

The appearance is similar to that of a human being, only the size of a finger. Thin clothes like tinfoil are attached to the body. Only the wrists and ankles have different colored lines. However, compared to ordinary people, the wild eyes like beasts are always staring at this person. side.

Kantel's expression was cold, and his fingers and claws were twirling from time to time, as if he was looking for something.

"As for the so-called painting workshops, most of them are filled with these people who think highly of themselves. Moreover, because they are so prevalent, even if we kill them several times, they are not completely exterminated. They are considered a kind of pest."

Violent roars spread all around, so even at a glance, one would not mistake them for real humans.

"However, there is only one point that is of some value." Kantel's eyes brightened slightly, his fingertips pointed at a point on his right chest, and then, a crystal-like particle was immediately taken out.

The originally aggressive villain suddenly became weak, making a hoarse cry and bending down.

Kantel flicked it casually, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand, but was shocked to find that the crystal instantly melted into his skin. A strange feeling came to his heart, and even his vision was blurry.

"Their essence is derived from this. It is a great trace created by many traces overlapping together by absolute coincidence. Oh, I don't know whose handiwork it is."

Kantel sneered.

"The person you met before was affected by these 'high latitude crops', and thus his own medium of existence was erased."

Kantel turned his eyes and looked straight here. The little man in his hand was shaking violently with the shaking of his body. On the head that was barely raised, a pair of undisguised eyes of hatred were tightly squinting. Stare this way.

He couldn't help but think of that person, and hatred suddenly rose in his heart——

Click.

As soon as Kantel closed his palms, a white ball with a red interior immediately formed in his heart. He opened his mouth and swallowed it directly.

"Gu...it tastes really bad." Kantel licked his lips with a sense of disgust in his eyes.

"...Hmm." He reluctantly responded, but couldn't help but look away.

The scene in front of me gradually became clearer, and many demons of different shapes passed by here from time to time, throwing some 'bug'-like things on the ground.

People like him followed closely behind several demons, with tense expressions, looking around from time to time, with a trace of fear in their eyes.

However, even if there are incoming insects, they will be blocked by other demons. Then, they will obtain some crystal particles from the hands of the demons who are rummaging around, and finally stand there in a daze.

The devil waited silently.

Kantel sat on the ground. If the thrown bug was close to him, he would grab it, turn it over in his palm for a long time, and eat it after finding the crystals.

If it's too far away, you can silently watch those 'worms' writhing in pain underground, yelling like curses, and then being swallowed up by the dark flames that suddenly shot up on the ground.

Not far away, the worshipers were dancing and chanting sacred words, offering sacrifices to their gods.

Like a twisted tree, wrapped in a dry appearance, it was covered in dark red robes, its simple face was serious, its mouth and tongue danced in the air, and it made a hoarse voice.

There were lines of cold flames faintly appearing in the air, as if they were surrounded by them. Pressing down the strangeness in his heart, he stared over there, and he couldn't help but feel a super strange feeling.

"You are worthy of being rated as a high-ranking talent, Ambudochera, you are indeed very talented."

Kantel chewed in his mouth, and his usually cold face could not help but reveal a look of joy at this moment, as if looking at an outstanding junior.

"Although those sacrificers are not strong enough, they still serve those emperors on weekdays. You can vaguely sense the sacredness. It seems that you are indeed favored by the person behind you."

"It's no wonder that Master Yu Si asked me to take care of you. I wonder if we can still fight side by side in the future."

"...Thank you for your support. I will continue to work hard in the future."

He lowered his head and said words that seemed to be gratitude but were actually rejection. Even if the other party really said it casually, he had to take it seriously.

Over the past few days, he has also roughly understood the division of power among these comers, generally speaking, they can be divided into three types.

One is the force belonging to the departed Supreme Commander Cook, a race called the 'Light-Handing Ones'. Although their number is sparse, their status is slightly higher than that of other troops.

The second one is the group of priests led by a female-looking being. Under his command are these dancing priests, as well as some "royal guards" who are of different species and have extremely strong individual combat capabilities, plus some similar ones. A bloodworm-like logistics unit.

The third one is the main combat force led by other commanders. Even if part of it is taken away by the supreme commander, the rest will still be very powerful.

It is mainly led by the existence named Espoche and many commanders. Under his command are the demon brigade that is good at frontal combat and is responsible for detecting enemies, the graceful Hedia brigade, and some so-called ghosts, such as shadow demons and A mist demon-like existence.

Before he knew the relationship between these forces, out of rationality, he did not want to make any guarantees in front of the demon in front of him.

Kantel stared at the other person, and after a moment, he smiled and the light in his eyes dissipated.

"It's really strange." He said casually and continued to watch the dancing postures of the sacrificers.

Silence fell again. He glanced at the other party secretly and saw that there was no big reaction. Then he felt relieved. As soon as his consciousness relaxed, he couldn't help but recall the figure that disappeared before his eyes.

Why did he apologize then?

"Don't you hate us?"

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears, and his body trembled slightly. Then he suppressed the waves in his heart and looked towards the side where the voice came from. Kantel's pair of deep eyes were looking at this side with an inexplicable smile on his face.

He lowered his eyes slightly, showing an attitude of listening attentively.

"I can tell you clearly that those sacrifices could have been avoided. As you can see now, what is a life-and-death crisis for those people is just a piece of trash that can be easily suppressed for us."

"Furthermore, we also know very well how they will end. However, on our side, this resolution has basically been passed from top to bottom."

Kantel smiled, his dark red eyes staring at the figure in front of him.

"So, even if you hate us, I really won't find it strange. It's normal."

The scorching gaze kept coming, and this time, he understood that the other party needed a more precise answer, and he couldn't simply brush it off.

"...If it weren't for your arrival, even we might be on the verge of death right now."