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Chapter 1328 Chapter One Thousand Three Hundred and Twenty-Two·Devil Line·"Si Que's father."

"How can the power of the Demon Mother God be defeated by sacrificing thousands of people?" Su Mingan asked.

"Oh...of course not. My superiors asked me to send a group of people over quickly. Those masters know it's useless, but this can appease their hearts." The blue-haired boy sighed.

Thousands of people became nourishment just for peace of mind.

Su Ming'an wanted to say something else, but at this moment, a middle-aged man walked out of the army. He had a short combed back hair, raised forehead bones, and bright eyes.

"——Lord Si Que, do you still remember me?" the middle-aged man said.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man put his hand on his chest: "I am one of the twelve members of the [United of All Beings], Philemon."

"Lord Si Que may not understand that all living beings have jointly made a lot of contributions - we sacrificed worthless ordinary people to the World Tree. We also use genetic embryo technology to only allow babies with abundant innate spiritual energy to be born... and those with natural talents A mediocre person should never have been born in the first place.”

"Under such rounds of population purging, the newborns of each race are getting better and better. The mediocrity is strangled in the embryo. This is also for their own good and prevents them from being born with a lifetime of suffering."

"Your birth is even more so..." Philemon's words suddenly made Su Mingan raise his head.

"Otherwise, how could a mere magpie tribe give birth to a rare genius like you? You think that you are aloof from the world and born with a natural talent - but in fact, your birth is also a choice of billions of probabilities. You are The only 'best' who was born by stepping on his millions of compatriots." Philemon shrugged:

"I'm also surprised. Even after selection, the Magpies are still just the Magpies. But you are the most outstanding person I have ever met."

"In the selection experiment back then, I handled the embryos of 287 races, including the Magpie race. In a sense..."

Philemon smiled, his eyes extremely dazzling:

"I am still your father."

"When your mother was pregnant with you, she didn't expect that you would be so outstanding after birth. Fortunately, the order I issued at that time was 'permission to be born' instead of 'forbidden to be born' and abort you."

The extremely huge evil, like a huge black mountain, stood in front of Su Ming'an.

Especially after hearing the word "mother", his secret anger almost reached its peak. You can imagine the pain these mothers will go through when they are forced to lose their children. What do they think of them as superiors? The mother body that breeds geniuses?

brute.

Si Que's mother may not even have volunteered.

Philemon said: "I heard that you had an adoptive father named Qiao? He was really a great adoptive father who could raise you up. But now... we finally recognize each other as relatives."

He looked at Su Ming'an affectionately.

"You fart!" A Du was speaking, and she screamed: "I'll spray you with a mouthful of salt soda water! I won't admit you sooner or later. When Si Que gets rich, he will come over and admit his marriage! When he was a child, Without a father and a mother, where did you go? Why didn't you care about blood and family ties when you abandoned him? Does a rapist deserve to be a father? "Fuck you, banana pudding!"

For a while, everything inside the tree was quiet.

Players are in shock.

Su Mingan's expression was calm and without any disturbance.

"You and my father..." Su Mingan said slowly: "We are not worthy of being compared at all."

He patted his shoulder as if there was dust here: "Just a little bit."

"...I feel dirty."

After a brief silence, Philemon smiled.

He seemed to have expected this answer and shook his head: "I know you won't be willing, but everything we do is to cultivate the most dazzling new generation."

"In the eyes of wizards, any words are just scraps that can be combined at will. Of course, your own efforts are indispensable for your excellence, but we cannot deny our achievements."

"We have your original embryo copy. Under the blessing of the Dawn Mother Goddess, we can copy 'Sique' again and again. As long as we follow the same steps, those newborns, if not as good as you, are at least as good as you. Talent for viewing.”

"And if we know each other as father and son, I can let you meet your mother."

Su Mingan laughed.

The sound is very slow and light.

"You are very smart. You happened to be stuck at this time and brought so many people to threaten me."

Philemon smiled and said: "If you are willing to reward me, I believe that the Mother Goddess of Dawn is also willing to give you divine power. You can fight against the younger brother of the Lin tribe, and even protect Rovasa."

He stretched out his hand: "So, are you willing to admit our relationship? Son...respected Lord of the Lin Tribe?

Behind him, the silent knights and soldiers made uniform movements, placing their right hands on their left shoulders. If Si Que refuses, they don't mind doing it by force.

However, Su Mingan smiled lightly.

"No."

"I have decided to destroy you."

"So what if the Rin clan destroyed Rawasha? So what if the devil's aura covers the world? Why should I trade my own freedom to become your mother body?"

"I'm not interested in saving the world. Now that I've stood at the top of Rovasha, you are just ants in my eyes."

"The life and death of ants has nothing to do with gods."

"Saving the world is so boring. I want to try something new. I am interested in watching despicable people like you die. How can I be responsible for your life and death? How can I allow you to enter my Garden of Eden?"

Mizushima Kawakura and others raised their heads in surprise. They stared at Su Ming'an in disbelief, thinking that he could not say such a thing.

In the past, Mizushima Kawakura certainly thought that this was Su Ming'an's heartfelt words. After all, she believed that Su Ming'an was a selfish person. But now, she actually felt that this "heartfelt words" made her unbelievable.

Doesn't he want to save everyone?

Doesn't he forgive even the most despicable people?

Doesn't he ignore those who criticize him, scold him, and misunderstand him, and move on without caring?

Why did he stop today, stay here, laugh loudly, and let himself go?

Philemon opened his eyes wide, as if he had fallen into a nightmare. He had thought of thousands of answers and made dozens of plans, but he never thought he would get such an answer.

"Boom!!"

The huge pressure suddenly pressed them to the ground.

Su Ming'an's eyes flashed with brilliance, and his palms stretched forward.

"This is gravity suppression... from Su Ming'an's purple-level equipment..." Andre muttered.

Then, the bright red scale light flashed.

"This is judgment... It is a group control, and the range is amazing..." Alande's eyes flashed with shock.

Then, there was a flash of light, like a few broken stars.

"Space vibration..."

Like a name of a dish, the players who had memorized Su Ming'an's skills thousands of times looked at this scene in horror, and took a few steps back, fearing that they would be affected by the terrifying attack.

"Ah!!"

"Help! Save me!!"

"Get out of the way, let me out!"

The ripples of space flowed widely.

Su Mingan closed his eyes, his palms moved slightly, letting the screams ring out, the blood became thicker, a few strands of flesh splashed on his shoes, and bright red numbers floated outside his eyelids.

His expression was calm, only the system kept sounding the kill prompts, like a brisk sonata.

His long purple hair fluttered in the wind, and the blood-red scales flashed on the back of his hand, like a bright ruby. His white eyelids blocked all the screams, silent like a statue of God.

With just a slight movement of his fingers, the world fell in front of him. Those who tried to sacrifice the lives of others, they themselves disappeared first.

... Is this the gap between mediocrity and genius?

Su Mingan slowly opened his eyes, and the silence in front of him was scary.

Philemon was left with only half of his body, and he could hardly be seen as a human figure. He said bitterly:

"You...you...you...arrogant...guy. Without us...do you think you can fight against the Rin tribe outside..."

Su Ming'an lowered his eyes, his eyes almost condescending.

Two words came out of his mouth.

"Mediocre."

Philimon opened his eyes wide, his whole body trembling.

"--You who judge others as mediocre...didn't know that in front of me, you are also 'mediocre'." Su Ming'an stepped on Philemon's bloody hand and heard a painful howl.

He squatted down, patted the face of the so-called "father" with his palm, and crushed it with his feet:

"According to you, you, should not have been born in the first place."

"I just let you return to your original ending."

The surroundings became very quiet.

The blood flowed into a stream, and the flesh and blood piled up on the ground.

When Su Ming'an stood up, no one dared to look him in the eye.

The end of his purple hair was stained with some splattered blood, and some red and white debris stuck to his trouser legs and robe corners, like a dotted winter plum.

He wiped the blood on his face with his hand, but it made it more smeared. His fingertips were stained with Philemon's broken flesh, and a trace of disgust flashed across his golden pupils.

He took out a white handkerchief and cleaned it slowly.

Many players looked pale, and they almost vomited at the scene of blood and flesh piled up like a mountain. They stared at Su Mingan in fear, and for the first time discovered that this person had an invisible butcher knife in his hand.

In the past, this butcher knife had never been swung at them. But the butcher knife has always been there.

At the same time, Su Mingan also heard the voice in his ear.

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[Player (Lun Xue) has died. ]

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[Player (Aini) has died. ]

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The red sun has begun again.

"World Tree, send me out." Su Mingan said.

"Come here... Come here..." The voice of the World Tree continued, ignoring Su Ming'an's request.

Su Ming'an glanced at the World Tree and walked out directly.

The next moment, he felt his whole body tighten, and countless branches and leaves climbed up, suddenly pulling his wrists and ankles, instantly wrapping him tightly and dragging him to the center of the giant tree.

... What does this World Tree want to do?

His mana was exhausted, so he summoned a floating cannon and blasted at these branches and leaves!

"Boom!"

The branches and leaves shook, but soon more branches and leaves grew, densely climbing up his body.

At this moment, the players suddenly stood up.

"What does this broken tree want to do!? BIG guts!" Fang Yuanyi of the Remote Control Legion shouted.

"Follow me, save Su Ming'an!" Ward of the Holt Wizard Alliance picked up the staff, and a ball of fire rushed towards the World Tree.

"The World Tree wants to capture Su Mingan? If Su Mingan is gone, then the position of [protagonist] will most likely be mine..." Alande thought about it and took out his weapon: "No! If Su Mingan dies, what will happen to the progress bar of human points?"

"Go." Mizushima Kawaseong said concisely. She wanted the position of the protagonist, but the premise was that Su Mingan could not die. As long as he was there, humans were there. If he was gone, humans would most likely be gone.

A gray-black shadow appeared behind her, and it turned out to be the appearance of Mizushima Kawaseong. Mizushima Kawaseong's former profession [Illusion] had evolved to this point, and could summon the figure in her midnight dream.

The players rushed over one after another, and some of them actually caused some damage and tore off some branches and leaves.

However, in a few blinks, Su Mingan was dragged to the center of the giant tree. The layers of crystal-colored branches and leaves blocked the players' sight and kept them firmly outside the tree net.

"... Hey, does anyone have the displacement skill? Go in and save them!" a player shouted.

"Gods! Players at the top of the list! Show your holiness and turn the tables!"

"Damn it, Su Ming'an has been dragged away. What is the World Tree going to do? No!

Mizushima Kawaseong's face turned pale, and the shadow she summoned was instantly shattered by the branches and leaves.

It turns out that humans are so powerless in front of the World Tree...

She spread her hands, and there was a black magic crystal in her palm.

This was the godhood of the trick demon Evelyn that she had picked up by chance when she was doing a task a few days ago. At that time, the trick demon Evelyn could not bear the negative emotions from Casadia and exploded and died. Mizushima Kawaseong picked up the peach.

This magic crystal is equivalent to the authority of the gods. After swallowing it, you can inherit part of the godhood of the trick demon. But because he is a third-level god with a low ranking and a demon with a bad reputation, the arrogant Mizushima Kawaseong disdains to cut off her own future.

She is confident that she can find a better position in Luowasha.

But if she needs power urgently... this will be her trump card.

Mizushima Kawaseong looked at Su Mingan who disappeared in the vast branches and leaves, gritted her teeth, struggled violently in her heart, and put away the magic crystal.

She could become a god at this moment and save Su Mingan, but she still hesitated. She was unwilling to cut off her own future for Su Mingan.

If she had to choose between human civilization and her own future, she would choose the former. But Su Mingan is a thorn in her heart after all. Even if Su Mingan is almost equal to human civilization... she can't make a decisive decision.

It turns out that at this moment of choice... she still chose herself.

"It's also suicide to rush in, what should I do." Seeing that the attack was ineffective, the players wailed.

"Is there anyone to save? Mizushima Kawaseong is helpless!"

"Come on, someone who can fight, come on, a father——! "

They fled in panic under the attack of branches and leaves.

--But somewhere, a golden-red fire ignited.