Demon Lord 3

They all look exactly the same. Once such people are imbued with the spirit's instructions, they can be used by those powerful figures. Thinking of this, we all became alert and felt that we should act quickly. If we didn't act, it might be too late and we might not be able to save those people's lives. Everyone's first thought was about the civilians who had no power before, wondering if they would be harmed. Before we even left, we had already heard reports of a village of evil people hundreds of miles away. First, we wondered if this was a test field, a trap waiting for us. I especially wanted to question whether the true God in my consciousness was his doing. And just now in the dream, he actually told us that it was not all his doing, he also assigned the tasks to his subordinates. After all, there is nothing in this world that he cannot lead. Thinking of this, I was actually a little disgusted. After all, this true god is actually quite annoying sometimes. He can always put on a condescending temperament, and this time is no exception. He wants people like us to complete things for him, and he also wants to use this place as an experimental field. He also created some evil village. He is the culprit. Thinking of this, I can't help but hate him a little more. I feel that they are not good things. But no matter what I say, no matter how much I hate, this matter has to continue. I thought about it again, what should we do next? Then it finally occurred to me: Besides cleaning up this village of villains, we could also use this as a warning, preventing those people from suffering this kind of harm again. But we thought for a long time, but couldn't figure out how to stop the True God. After all, His power was so much greater than ours. If we wanted to stop Him, it would take a lot of effort, perhaps even impossible. After all, He could knock us out with a flick of His finger, easily killed. We were actually quite arrogant. For so many days, I'd been dreaming of challenging Him. But in reality, our power wasn't even one ten-thousandth of His, maybe even one billionth! He wanted to kill us, as easy as crushing an ant. Or maybe even easier: just grab a bottle of insecticide and it would be done. But He didn't. Maybe He wanted to watch how the little ant crawled to His feet, or maybe He wanted to see us grow, then fight us and imprison us. I don't know what kind of perverted idea that was. After we set off to this village of evil, we saw that these people were quite abnormal, as if some mutation had failed. In fact, when I saw this, I was also very distressed. After all, those people looked like normal people, but their conditions were different. Those people felt like zombies, but they did have souls, but these souls were made later, as if defective souls were stiffly injected into their beautiful bodies. They all looked very strong. It is said that the people in the village of evil were very healthy before, but this time these people became very weird. Although they looked very strong on the outside, they were corrupt on the inside. Thinking of this, I actually hated the True God for such a good person, why did he suffer such a disaster? Wen Qihua was also extremely angry when he saw this. He asked me what to do next. I shook my head and said I didn't know. In fact, I really didn't know. After all, in my mind, it was very difficult for me to make that decision. Now, we can't kill everyone. If it's just a village that's polluted, it's fine, but if the whole world becomes like this, then wouldn't we have to kill them all? Then we really have committed a great sin. Thinking of this, I shook my head and didn't stop. I didn't know what to do next, nor did I know which way to go. Wen Qihua took two steps towards the village and stopped. The way those people looked at him didn't change at all, they were very stunned. How many of them were there? Maybe he knew him before and praised those people, but now he looked like this. He didn't know what this was. He didn't know if the world could ever change back to the way it was before. Where did the beauty before go? Maybe he could still see some beauty when the war was raging, but what about now?