What's wrong with being a little arrogant in the apocalypse just to support my wife?

As he finished speaking, various human acts appeared before them: slaughtering animals, raising dairy cows, cutting down trees...

Cecil, enjoying their crimes, laughed and retorted, "See, what's wrong with what we did?"

“You have just not yet adapted to the change of identity from exploiters to the exploited. As long as you get used to this change, you will learn to accept your fate, just like the livestock that were once tamed by you.”

Cecil hovered in the air, pretending to think, "It shouldn't take too long, ten years? Or twenty years? Based on my understanding of you humans, it shouldn't take too long."

After he finished speaking, he laughed at Lu Yize and the others, "If you're lucky, you might be bought as pets. I hope you can find kind buyers and become pets who never have to worry about food or drink."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt an extremely sharp force pass by his left cheek, and a sharp, piercing sound came from behind him. The sound of a sharp blade scraping against a metal wall was extremely abrupt in the empty space.

The metal wall behind him cracked, making a shattering sound. Cecil reached up and touched the open wound on his face; the blood flowing out was still red.

He looked at the warm liquid on his hand, let out a cold laugh, and glanced at Lu Yize, who had just attacked him, without the smile in his eyes.

Lu Yize stared at Cecil, his gaze fixed on his wound. It was human blood, unlike the previous alien. The previous alien was clearly not human. They obviously knew a lot about humans, but they knew very little about each other.

Lu Yize noticed that the alien disguised itself with a human body. At this moment, a power was floating around it, and dark red supernatural energy filled the entire room. Then, the red mist continued to condense into monsters that were pieced together.

These monsters are like countless anomalies pieced together: the teeth of sea beasts, the claws of zombies, the bodies of humans, and torn souls forcibly stitched together, returning to the world in distorted, monstrous forms, unable to find peace.

Cecil was like a god, his hands manipulating red blood threads that connected to the monsters.

Cecil's originally gentle face gradually turned into a ferocious expression, his double pupils constantly separating to reveal their original green color, and his barely concealed killing intent was about to overflow.

"Kill them!"

His voice echoed in the laboratory, and Sheng Xue, who had been brought there by kidnappers, saw this scene through the images played by Noah.

She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh. The turmoil in her heart was replaced by pain, and the blood seeping from her palms helped her maintain her composure.

"What do you want to do?"

Noah glanced at her, realizing there was no need to pretend anymore. He leaned back in his chair and made no attempt to hide anything. "I need your abilities to do something for me."

Healing abilities are rare and scarce, no matter where they are. Noah has always known how to maximize profits. Although this human is very disobedient, it doesn't matter. They have the ability to erase this human's memories.

We'll just have to make her behave when the time comes.

"What can I do for you?"

Hearing her question, Noah laughed, “You don’t need to stall for time this way, and you can’t save yourself anyway.”

After he finished speaking, he looked up at Cecil's progress and then heard a beep from the glass instrument next to him that looked like a coffin.

He then stood up and approached Sheng Xue, saying, "Alright, time's up."