Bone King: Starting from Becoming the Supreme

Everything happens in a flash of lightning.

Yaska's secretaries and clerks were so scared that they hid in the corner.

"You...you actually killed the deputy mayor. Even if you are an adamantite-level adventurer, don't even think about letting this go!"

"Damn it! We will report this matter to other cities truthfully. Just wait for the sanctions!"

"President Byron, this is someone from your union. Now please arrest him immediately, or do you also want to protect this murderer?"

Byron shook his head helplessly and looked at Cordell.

"Even so, you shouldn't be so impulsive. That guy is at least the deputy mayor, and he has so many followers. If you kill him directly... wouldn't it just cause us more trouble?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the adventurers around him jumped up.

In just a breath, all of Yaska's followers present were beheaded with a look of horror on their faces.

An Orichalcum-level adventurer stepped on the secretary's head with disgust and spat.

"How dare you, a scum like you, attempt to replace Lord Yashiro."

When they heard the word "eighth generation", the other adventurers showed admiring looks on their faces.

That was the name of a powerful being who was in a completely different dimension from them.

In order to protect this city and these people, a huge price was paid.

In fact, because of their existence, the devil escaped insidiously.

If it were someone else, they would never let such a dangerous hidden danger go, even at the cost of destroying the city.

But Yashiro made a decision that no one expected.

He let the demon go.

But from beginning to end, no one blamed him.

In fact, everyone in the town regarded him as a hero, was grateful to him from the bottom of their hearts, and became more and more fanatical.

On the one hand, the people worship his power that is so powerful that it is against the law.

On the other hand, everyone felt that Yashiro valued everyone's life.

Even in the face of danger, only the weak can be protected.

The Eighth Generation would never treat anyone differently just because they were weaker.

The word "equality" in this world is as precious as "love" in the real world.

When a civilian feels treated equally.

The fanaticism that gradually grew in my heart was beyond anyone’s imagination.

……

A figure in a grey cloak walks along the blood-stained street.

No matter when, where, or where you are.

But she could always feel the kind looks coming towards her from people around her.

From time to time, a few children would carefully hold the dirty steamed bread and hand it to her as if it were a treasure.

Nowadays, at this time of extreme food shortage, these foods, even if they look dirty, are the hope for ordinary people to survive.

However, at this time, the victims were willing to take out the food they had.

This behavior is like offering their lives to him.

However, Xueli was very clear.

The person these people admire from the bottom of their hearts is not her, but her master.

At this moment, if the monsters invade again.

If their master asked them to rush onto the battlefield, these people would definitely not hesitate at all.

"In just a few days, you have already controlled people's hearts to this extent..."

Xueli was playing with the dirty steamed bread in her hands.

I felt more and more in awe of my master.

She walked slowly, and when she came to her senses, she had arrived at the center of the square.

As the original transportation hub, it has now become a ruin.

In the middle, there was a coach wearing a dark cloak, holding a book called "Gospel" in his hand.

The coach looked like a madman and sighed.

"Lost lambs, this disaster is a punishment from God."

"Only by believing in God can God save us from suffering!"

"Pray from your heart, pray!"

"Until God can hear the desires of your heart!"

"God will bless you."

"God will..."

boom!

boom! !

Before the coach could finish his words, several huge pebbles hit him directly on the top of his head.

The huge impact almost made the coach faint on the spot.

The villager who had just thrown the pebbles cursed angrily.

"What a bullshit God! If there really is a God, why doesn't he kill that devil!"

"If God really exists, does that mean that guy just watched so many people die without any emotion?"

"That's not God, that's the devil's accomplice!"

Whenever a disaster strikes, that is when people’s hearts are at their most vulnerable.

At this time, some believers who believe in "God" will always spontaneously appear and try to form their own forces.

Facts have proved that throughout history, most large churches have indeed gradually developed in this way.

This also shows that after a disaster is indeed the best time to establish teachings.

However, the believer who was nearly knocked unconscious by a few pebbles almost became autistic at this moment.

What happened to the fragile human heart?

What about the best time?

Where is the weakness of these guys who always attack people with pebbles?

I should be the one who is truly vulnerable, okay?

Before the believer could utter a second sentence, a huge pebble hit him again.

However, just before the pebble was about to hit him.

A person suddenly appeared and stood in front of him.

Everyone was stunned when they saw this.

Without exception, those villagers who threw stones all knelt down!

"Lord Xueli!"

"It's really Lady Xueli!"

"Hey, what are you looking at, Master Xueli is here, lower your head!"

"Ah...ohhh!!"

Xueli weighed the stone in her hand expressionlessly.

Looking at the group of people kneeling down to her, there was no emotion in her heart.

She just said it very calmly.

"The God this man is talking about does exist."

Such a simple sentence made everyone present tremble.

Xueli ignored their incredulous looks and continued.

"However, God is not such an illusory existence."

"God listens to the wishes of each of us and watches over all living things."

“Only if we believe in God can God save us from suffering.”

“So, this city needs God, and the world needs God!”

As soon as she finished speaking, those people who were kneeling down in worship showed fanatical expressions!

"No... That's right! This world needs God!"

"Only by believing in God can we be saved. God will save every one of us!"

"This city... No, the God of this world..."

“Eighth…generation…lord!!”

"Yashiro-sama!"

"Yashiro-sama!"

Everyone suddenly started shouting a person's name in unison with flushed faces.

Xueli's gaze, like that of a snake or scorpion, was directed at the cultist whose eyes were filled with fear.

The corners of his mouth curved into a huge arc as he spoke.

"There can only be one God in this world."

“What should we do when faced with those false gods?”

Everyone roared in unison again.

"kill him!"

"kill him!"

Xueli's figure disappeared.

When the believer came to his senses, he found himself surrounded by a group of fanatical 'believers'.

"Uh...ah! You...you guys don't come over here! Don't come over here!!"

“No…please…help…Ah!!”

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In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed. I would like to say sorry to all those who supported this book.

I'm sorry (bows).

There is actually only one reason for not updating - the pressure from life.

My original intention in writing this book was simply because I wanted to write a story of my own, not to make money.

So you can see that the articles I wrote did not completely cater to the market and I did not write articles that could be more popular.

From many details in the book, it can be seen that the author really put a lot of thought into it.

Including character reshaping, reading the original work, collecting information, writing an outline, thinking about the plot from the character's perspective, etc...

Sometimes one chapter may take me three or four hours of effort, which is also the fundamental reason why I update at a snail's pace.

But the reality often forces me to bow my head, go to work, and earn money to support my family.

Recently, I often only sleep five or six hours in two days, and it is really difficult to have the energy to continue writing the stories I love.

So I can only apologize to my classmates who have always supported me. I really feel ashamed of you.

Especially since I haven't updated for half a month, my classmates still give me rewards. I feel so guilty...

To be honest, the time I spent writing this book really made me happy.

I almost forgot about the shitty time as a corporate slave in real life.

I have been thinking a lot recently, and finally decided to just be a little tired.

I must finish writing this story.

As long as I have time, I will continue writing.

At worst, you can eat more things that nourish your liver and kidneys.

In life, being happy is the most important thing.

I haven’t had time recently, and I haven’t dared to read your comments.

But after tonight’s update, I’ll watch it when I wake up tomorrow.

Now... I'm really tired, let me go and take a nap first.

Well, see you tomorrow. ^_^