I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

Shulahat looked at Mahat and said, "It seems that you are very clear about the current situation."

"What a chilling guy." Mahat looked over with a cold gaze.

With a slightly dissatisfied tone: "I have been played around by you since the beginning."

"Tell me, Shulahat." Mahat was helpless, "What do you want me to do?"

Shulahat turned around and said to Mahat: "Just fight the Southern Brave with all your strength."

"No battle plan is needed."

Shulahat looked up at the sky, "With an overwhelming strong man like you, the actions of the Southern Brave will be more or less restrained."

Hearing that Shulahat had no requirements, but only asked him to be present, Mahat asked leisurely: "Is that all?"

"Mahat." Shulahat's tone was very serious, "I have predicted the future of the battle with the Southern Brave countless times."

"This is my conclusion, there is no problem."

Mahat turned his eyes to Shulahat, and his tone was also very cold, "The conclusion is to die with him?"

Hearing this.

Shulahat closed his eyes.

"You look like you're going to die." Mahat said.

Shulahat stepped forward and sat beside Mahat.

"No one knows what will happen next if we don't know that step." Shulahat said with his head down.

Mahat didn't say anything.

"After the battle, Graosam will delete this part of your memory." Shulahat said.

Mahat noticed Graosam standing behind the two of them.

"Why?" Mahat asked.

Shulahat concluded: "Mahaat, someone has spied on your memory."

[Shulahat can see the future. My God, it knows that Fulilian and Duncan are looking at Mahat's memory now. ]

[Not only does Shulahat know, but Shulahat can even foresee that Fulilian and Duncan will defeat Mahat based on this memory. ]

"It's really unlike you to make such a mistake, Mahat." Shulahat said.

At this moment, Shulahat put his hand on Mahat's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Fulilian, I can't let you see the process of our battle with the Hero of the South."

[I was watching TV well, but suddenly the audience was called out, so creepy. 】

"This is a battle about the survival of the demons, a battle that cannot be won."

Shulahat had long predicted the future. If the Hero of the South is not killed, the Mo Demons will be seriously injured.

He looked at Mahat, but talked to Fulilian:

"It is also a battle for the demons a thousand years later."

Mahat heard Shulahat's name: "Flilian?"

"You will know in the future." Shulahat turned and walked forward.

"Then see you on the battlefield." Shulahat left with Graosam.

"I hope you can survive, Shulahat."

Mahat said.

"This is the first and last time you say words of concern."

Shulahat concluded.

"But I have heard this sentence too many times in countless futures."

[Hiss, Shulahat knew that he would die at the hands of the Southern Hero, but he still sacrificed himself for the survival of the demons a thousand years later. ]

[I mean, this is a memory that Shulahat has seen countless times? ! ]

[This demon is really complicated. ]

The figures of Shulahat and Graosam disappeared into the air.

A town in a mountain range.

The ground was covered with bloody corpses, almost all of which were killed with one knife.

There were only two young men and women left in the village.

"Kill each other, I will let the one who survives go." Mahat still took out two knives and threw them in front of the two people.

Through memory.

Fulilian and Duncan saw that in just a few years, Mahat had killed countless humans.

Not for food, nor because of instinct.

It was just meaningless killing.

But even so, Mahat's heart did not waver at all.

He looked at the young man in front of him.

He chose to stab the girl in front of him to death for the sake of "survival".

Mahat still could not understand what the feelings of "malice" and "guilt" were.

Mahat saw the man in front of him who had killed his wife, and the familiar person on the ground who had fallen to the ground and would never get up again, turning into a corpse.

Two lines of tears flowed on the man's face.

"Why are you crying?" Mahat asked.

"It's good that you survived?"

Hearing Mahat's question, the man trembled and said, "She...""No resistance at all..."

Mahat, who was sitting on the flower bed nearby, also saw it: "That's right."

"I'm asking you why you're crying?" Mahat looked at the boy next to him.

"...We were childhood sweethearts..." The young man's tone was intermittent, "...We've been together since we were young, but I killed her with my own hands..."

The young man realized this, his legs lost support, and he knelt down on the ground, staring blankly at the dead girl on the ground in front of him.

"...She just pretended to attack me..."

The young boy couldn't help trembling, and held the girl's body in his arms, "If it was me who died..."

Seeing the boy's words in front of him, Mahat's originally cold and ruthless face suddenly showed a smile.

"It's wonderful." Mahat stood up and said to the young boy holding the girl's body.

"You now have feelings that the demons can't understand."

"Is this "malice"? "

Hearing this, the boy's eyes changed and became very cold.

Tears flowed from his eyes, and he looked at Mahat with deep hatred.

"Or is this "guilt"? "

The young boy stared at Mahat fiercely, and after hearing Mahat's doubtful words, he understood.

It was just like this... This demon killed all the people in the village in order to understand the feelings of humans...

Seeing the young boy's eyes, Mahat understood: "...So that's it, this is guilt. "