How Am I Still Alive?

Kingship has no eternity, and individual life is naturally impossible.

The greedy people of the blood feast, for their own immortality and evolution, forcibly incorporated other lives into their bodies. On the other hand, they have long lost their bottom line as a human being on the other side of obtaining cheaper power.

Perhaps some people don't think the bottom line is so important.

But really, when you don't "recognize" yourself as a human being, then the society won't include you either.

An existence like a blood feast is doomed to end itself from the very beginning, and not having a good end is not an adjective, but a fact.

"You regard other people of the same race as bread, but you can't be born with it, right? In your eyes, are your parents, relatives, and friends also bread?"

When "Mr. An Nan" just appeared, he asked a strange question to that vicious criminal.

This, in fact, has always made him very curious.

But before it was limited to identity, it was not easy to ask.

"Parents. Of course they are family members. But friends, we don't have friends. We are existences beyond mortals. Only the same kind can be the object of communication"

Before Zhao Yan could react, his mouth moved first.

"Oh, that's how it is. Some still have morality and human cognition, and some are completely inappropriate. It seems that it varies from person to person. In this way, I did have some prejudices before, although they are all mixed up. , but there are also special miscellaneous”

Mr. An Nan, surrounded by the army and soldiers, seemed to be a normal person, calmly communicating with the vicious gangsters on the battlefield.

".I...what did you do to me!!" The hoarse voice, the dryness of the mouth, made him unacceptable.

"Just to see how weak you are. Of course, I really wanted to know these things a long time ago. Heh, can't even resist the first gold coin?"

Professionals and extraordinary people obviously have a certain resistance to "gold coins".

The effect on two gold coins at the rule level is much worse than that at the law level.

But now, is he unable to resist just the "inquiry" of the first gold coin?

The situation of Zhao Yan in front of him is really bad.

His appearance was unharmed, except that there were only a few rags on his body. Even if he was on the brink of desperation, a blood apostle with the ability to regenerate could still guarantee his physical dignity just before death.

However, along the way, he has experienced too much.

God's domain-level guardian of the sacred image, regular-level grandson, and those hours of violent wind and rain.

Next, on this ruined battlefield, the violent agencies of the entire city encircled and suppressed one person.

Every time, he wanted to escape from the corpse-like magic sword knight in front of him, and they would block him.

Dead and alive is no longer an adjective. In the countless "resurrections", the existence that has been drained of the last drop of blood is like a living mummy.

Lu Pingan took a look, and sure enough, he noticed "fear" in his eyes.

Perhaps no matter how high you have gone, how many evils you have done along the way, at the last moment, there is actually no essential difference.

"It seems that you have understood everything."

"No, let me go. The evil god behind you." Zhao Yan took a step back, and directly said the prayer that seemed to be conventional.

Hearing this, Lu Pingan laughed directly.

Why did this sound so familiar, as if I had heard it a few hours ago.

He took a look and noticed the mummy-like Damm under his feet, and the magic sword still in his hand. To be precise, it was a "greedy" magic sword. Even at this moment, he still didn't let go. .

"...resurrect, my warrior, but I don't seem to need you to fight for me anymore."

With a casual slap, Dam, who had already entered the underworld, was immediately resurrected.

Mingshiren opened his eyes wide, feeling that his state had recovered for the most part, and he couldn't believe it at all.

But the magic sword in his hand was even more joyful, and it immediately burst into blood.

It greedily started a new round of absorption, ready to eat and wipe clean

"This child is not good"

Lu Pingan easily picked up the magic sword, and the fierce blade that was ready to move just a moment ago became honest in an instant.

It didn't have the guts to erode Lu Ping An, it just shone silently in Lu Ping An's hands, like an ordinary cold weapon.

"Mr. An Nan" dragged the (not tall enough) epee just like that, and walked over slowly.

The calm steps and expression seemed to be just a daily stroll, not the battlefield that had turned into a deep pit.

"You, get out of the way"

Zhao Yan was about to say something, but the next moment, he gritted his teeth and became ruthless.

Some blood was forcefully squeezed out of the already exhausted body, and the sweeping waves still had some power.

"Wow."

Until Lu Pingan flicked the sword lightly.

The sea of ​​blood turned into ashes, and the young "Mr. An Nan" just passed through the deadly attack.

If the previous Demon Sword Wraith was a crazy warrior, this time, it is the most docile servant.

Zhao Yan's last resistance in exchange for his life was also meaningless. He had long been exhausted, and now relying on willpower to force the toxins of the ice was completely irreversible, and his blood vessels had already condensed into sections.

He was not directly killed on the spot, he was just the big sponsor behind the scenes this night, saying that he wanted to come and have a look.

At this moment, Mr. An Nan, a low figure, approached silently, getting closer

"Crack."

The magic sword easily pierced through Zhao Yan.

The "king" in desperation held the blade of his sword with disbelief on his face.

He didn't know what happened to him, why he was completely unable to resist.

Zhao Yan vomited blood, and his body was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye. Like those unlucky ones before, the life system with the symptoms of "life aging" is about to enter the end.

However, even so, he still did not die.

He couldn't move anymore, the magic sword was robbing his life every moment, there was an evil spirit singing faintly in his ears, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

However, as helpless as an insect specimen nailed to a nail, he was still struggling.

He's reaching out for help, he doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die

"Sure enough, at the last moment, whether it is a mortal or a rule-level, there is no difference at all"

And Mr. An Nan didn't intend to let him die. At least, he shouldn't die here, and he shouldn't die by his own hands in full view.

"At least, not now"

Looking at Zhao Yan who was "sealed" by the magic sword on the ground, Lu Pingan smiled and turned his attention to the mayor who hurried over.

"You seem to be a little dereliction of duty. I looked for you everywhere, but I didn't notice you. I don't intend to criticize, but at this time, I left the citizens and duties and ran into the shelter."

"This night is too difficult. There are too many losses and losses. The citizens are frightened and need a vent. Well, maybe it should be said that we need to hold an event to celebrate."

"How about a public trial? Perhaps, a public execution of capital punishment can make people feel at ease."

Although it seems to be questions and suggestions, judging from the mayor's constant nodding, this is the order issued by the real controller of the city.

"It's not too late, let's do it tomorrow, we will witness his end on the ruins."

The smiling boy calmly spoke about the end of a rule class.

The boy made a decision, this strong man, this great son of the blood god.

He will die in humiliation and despair, surrounded by mortals whom he counts as bread.