It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

The girls were stunned and the boy handed the box to them.

He smiled and said, "Also, you can keep this gold for yourselves. Don't make gold casually. After all, if all the currency turned into gold, you will be very tired!"

"We are not afraid of being tired." The girls did not understand what the boy meant and continued to say foolishly that they were not afraid of being tired.

This made the teenager laugh out loud and he patted the child's head gently.

"Silly boy, I just hope you won't get tired. We in Rand don't have the bad habit of exploiting people."

They looked up at the boy and smiled gently.

The girls were all stunned at that moment. It was the first time they heard someone say these words to them.

She didn't even realize that she was a witch, an alien in the eyes of others, a rat in the sewer, and everyone was shouting at her.

The Kingdom of Rand...took them in.

They saw utopia.

A holy country full of ideals and light.

But do you know?

The taller a tree is, the deeper its roots extend into the darkness.

Where there is light, there is darkness.

The world they live in is too beautiful, which makes them feel helpless when faced with the darkness of human nature.

The destruction of the Rand Kingdom is inevitable, and utopia will not last forever.

The world in front of him was flowing faster and faster. Xiao Huai stood in place, and countless voices came from all directions.

"Have you heard? The Rand Kingdom is full of gold. If we conquer it, this precious land will be ours!"

"Gold everywhere?! Hahahaha! That's great! With the five of us united, how could we be afraid of such a tiny country like that?"

In the blink of an eye, the sky was dyed scarlet, with the bombardment of the battlefield, the wailing of thousands of horses, the deafening cry of killing, and the roar of pain.

Heaven turns into hell in just a moment.

Human nature is rotten at its roots, and utopia will be destroyed overnight.

The young man shed his childishness, donning a battle robe and holding a sword as he stood at the forefront. The people shouted, "Why, why are we going to war with other countries?"

How could he not know?

It's the rumors that are causing the trouble.

But he won't blame anyone.

Because this war is inevitable, if they show weakness once, what awaits them will be more cruel exploitation again and again.

They cannot lose this war.

The young people stepped onto the stage with high spirits and inspired others.

He saw that the witches below the stage looked anxious. He put his index finger to his lips and smiled faintly.

It seems to be saying, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

Xiao Huai's eyes trembled slightly, he knew what the outcome of this battle would be.

Life is worthless in the face of war, and it hunts every life equally.

This was a massacre, an extremely cruel act of annihilation of a nation.

For the so-called gold, they bombarded every inch of the Rand Kingdom, and the sound of gunfire echoed in the streets.

The adults comforted the children, saying that it was just fireworks.

The children don’t understand and think that those dazzling “firecrackers” are beautiful and novel, but they don’t know that they are cruel weapons that have killed countless people.

How can cold weapons defeat hot weapons?

The prince knelt on the ground, covered in blood and with holes all over his body.

Xiao Huai slowly walked through the pile of corpses, came to the prince's side, stretched out his hand, and it seemed as if he really touched him in an instant.

But he knew that what he touched was just air.

"Damn, this is such a godforsaken place! They say there's gold everywhere, but there's nothing here! Even the palace vaults are filled with broken toys."

The dignitaries got off the carriage, complaining and twisting their noses in disgust at the stench of the battlefield.

"I heard that there's a group of aliens hiding in their kingdom?"

"What strange person? It's a witch."

"Yes, witches, maybe they have some magic that can turn them into treasures. How about we find them?"

"Hehe, that's a good idea. Just throw it away when you get tired of playing with it."

The prince's eyelashes trembled, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and stood up tremblingly.

"Oh! Look! There are still living people. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, could this be the nobles of their Lande?"

"Interesting. He's still breathing despite being seriously injured. Give me the gun and I'll kill him." A middle-aged man with peacock feathers on his head waved to the servants with a smile.

He held the gun in his hand, pulled the trigger, and the bullet shot towards the prince's forehead.

At the critical moment, the bullet seemed to be blocked by some invisible barrier.

The nobles' brains froze for a moment, and they saw a monster!

Strange changes began to quietly appear on the prince's back. His skin cracked, and a pair of inky black wings suddenly spread out, as if night had fallen, enveloping the surrounding air.

As his wings unfolded, his legs also began to change, gradually deforming until they became a pair of three-legged crow-like claws.

He opened his eyes and saw his skin was covered with crow feather patterns.

His voice was hoarse to the extreme: "If you want to hurt innocent people, step over my dead body first."

“Sizzle, sizzle!”

The group of nobles immediately realized that something was wrong and fled, but it was too late.

The sharp claws tore into their stomachs at a speed that was difficult to capture with the naked eye, and their intestines spilled all over the floor.

"Ahhhhh!!"

They roared in pain, but the pain was not even one-tenth of what the prince felt.

The hidden power of the Rand Kingdom all emerged from the ground and covered the prince, and his visible expression became distorted and painful.

It is power, but also a curse, and only the royal family can control this power.

That is the power bestowed upon the Kingdom of Rand by the gods.

However, once this power is unlocked, it will mean the end, meaning they will reach a deal with God and the kingdom will become part of the game.

"sorry Sorry sorry."

The prince curled up on the ground and trembled, the black feathers wrapped around him tightly.

Suddenly, he felt warmth on his wings, and the warmth grew stronger and stronger.

He was stunned for a moment, then carefully opened his wings a little and saw the witches hugging him and crying. Not only them, but also many people scattered everywhere, who poked their heads out.

"Your Highness, we will follow you until death."

"Even if you die, so what, sir, you have worked hard!"

The prince shook his head and roared, "Stay away from me! I can't control my power!"

Unable to control the power of the three-legged bird.

People shook their heads and said, "From the moment our country was destroyed, we never thought of living alone. As long as our country and our family are here, you are our hope..."

The prince's eyes were wet, and his voice was choked with sobs, "No, you must leave here! Live freely!"

As he finished speaking, he soared into the air. He would rather burn his soul and become a heartless and soulless puppet, imprisoned here forever.

Nor was he willing to let the surviving people bear the consequences of his use of power.

If the kingdom were to become part of a game in the future, he hoped that only he would be imprisoned there, while everyone else would be free.

Variable...but it happened.