I give the world destruction and rebirth

For Ding Yue, who lives in Night City, killing and death are very common things. Because the neighborhood he is in is relatively closed, although the public security is not very good, after all, everyone looks down and looks up, and there is a lot of filth. Everything is hidden in the dark, not as bare as the streets outside.

Ding Yue couldn't even remember how many deaths he had witnessed with his own eyes, maybe seventy or eighty? If you take into account hearsay, the collection of wonderful death records of Dead Man Lotto, and the live broadcast of death fighting competitions, it would not be an exaggeration to throw him in the Middle Ages and say that I have seen mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

But in this era, in Night City, until he became a Scarlet Disciple, Ding Yue could be called a good citizen of Night City, and could be called a good old man.

Even after becoming the Scarlet Disciple, Ding Yue had been very restrained in using his abilities after killing the neon superhuman kid and several villains he had killed countless times in his dreams.

To be honest, if the FBAS Bureau did not send him a part-time job at the right time, Ding Yue originally planned to go to the construction site to work illegally. Although he was a little tired, it was still a high income after all. He felt that he was so powerful. Going to a construction site would be a waste of money.

He always felt that he had seen the ugliness and cruelty of the world. After all, Night City was a cruel place, and most people simply couldn't adapt to the rhythm there.

Now, the player in front of Ding Yue taught him a lesson. There was a player who used people as bullets and fuel.

"You wasted the power I gave you." Tang Ji's suppressed anger came to Ding Yue's ears again, as if he was hiding the wail of the world in his throat.

It turns out that this is the world that Tang Ji saw?

Ding Yue looked at the angel-like player, and at this moment he seemed to understand Tang Ji's pain, hatred, and his disappointment in himself.

Previously, Ding Yue felt that these players were not his problem. He felt that they had nothing to do with him. He just wanted to live his life well. As God testifies, Ding Yue never begged for more in the first 20 years of his life. It’s not easy, and now things are just starting to get better.

Even if this is a soap bubble that will break when the wind blows, Ding Yue hopes to prolong the existence of the soap bubble as long as possible.

But now, this soap bubble has been popped in the most violent way. He is soaked in human blood, with a trace of warm human blood. He doesn't even want to think about the person from whom this blood was transformed. Come.

Ding Yue was selected as the Scarlet Disciple by Tang Ji at that time, not because the bank where he deposited money collapsed, not because the underground bank where he kept money changed owners, nor because the place where he hid the cash was burned to ashes by fire, but because The bastard who set the fire also burned several children to death.

Kanzaki Plant may not have planned in advance to burn those children to death. He just didn't care and didn't care how many people would die, because at that time he felt that he was detached and disdained to associate with mortals.

Stories of anger and revenge are unfolding every day, but Tang Ji has only chosen two scarlet disciples so far. This is a gift and an honor. Ding Yue and Rickard, they are different in their emotions. , the reasons and core of their anger are all unique.

At least the moment they light up their own characteristics is enough to trigger Fury and gain his approval.

Rickard was recognized because he was not only angry about what happened to him at the time, but more importantly, because he was irritated by the attitude of those rich people who paid for fun to treat their own kind. He was angry because of this. The burning attracted Tang Ji.

And Ding Yue was recognized because he was angry because of Kanzaki Plant's disregard for human life. He was completely angered and didn't even care that he would die because of it. He just wanted to use the only means to express himself before he died. Full of anger.

Ding Yue admitted that this matter was now related to him.

He was soaked in the blood of those who died and couldn't be washed away.

The gray-black flames of hatred began to spread in the blink of an eye, like a volcano erupting, melting the surrounding concrete into blood, and the blood even splashed on Albireo Lori's face.

Albireo reached out and wiped the blood on his face, which still had a touch of warmth burned by the flames of hatred. He began to feel that the aboriginal superhuman in front of him was a bit interesting. The world could always surprise him.

Rickard, who was far away in the Roseville District, also felt the anger of the same enemy. At this time, he was preparing to raid the stronghold of a certain player group under the cover of the railway organization.

The anger that suddenly came from the bottom of his heart caused the flames of hatred to overflow from Rickard's body uncontrollably, turning his whole body into a fireman. Mitch Shepard, who was standing next to him waiting for the news, widened his eyes. Looking at Rickard, he subconsciously distanced himself a little further.

Rickard's eyes were filled with fire, and he clapped his hands gently: "Don't worry about any plans, I'm going to go in and kill them all."

Tanguy locked himself in an empty house. This is Paris, and there are empty houses everywhere.

He could feel the emotional fluctuations coming from Ding Yue, but Tang Ji was completely indifferent to it at this time, because he had been dominated by more violent anger. The anger from the previous generation was affecting Tang Ji across space. lucky.

The other party seemed to be shouting in Tang Ji's ear: "What the hell are you thinking! Come over here and see what good things I have left for you!"

Tang Ji's response was: "Get out!"

"go away!"

"roll!"

It felt like having a face-to-face argument with someone who had no qualities at all. Both parties were filled with anger and were not proficient in the art of language. When they couldn't do anything, they could only use their voices to disgust each other from a distance.

Tang Ji didn't know how far the previous generation's rage had reached, because what the other party conveyed through his emotions was almost completely submerged in the endless anger.

Tang Ji could hear that that anger was directed not only at the other Seven Deadly Sins, but at all superhumans, as well as at the entire human race, all creatures on the earth, and even the entire planet. He hated everything here!

His remaining thoughts were in the dark and cold space, relying on a trace of obsession and hatred to preserve the seeds of his power for four thousand years, just so that one day, when the era of super humans and the Seven Deadly Sins returns again, he can Let the successors continue their hatred.

The violent anger of the previous generation was so persistent that as soon as he returned to Earth, he harassed Tang Ji twenty-four hours a day, trying to convey his hatred and anger to him.

But Tang Ji. He also had his own hatred, his own anger, and his own path. He even rejected part of the original power of the rage for this reason.

So for Tang Ji, the previous generation of Fury was like an annoying harasser, and the source of power from the previous generation of Fury was a repeater that kept repeating information.

The only reason why the two bad-tempered Furies got together and didn't fight was that the previous generation of Furies didn't have an entity for Tang Ji to vent his anger.

"Shut up!" Tang Ji controlled his anger and tried not to pay attention to what happened in the Parnas Hill Tower more than ten kilometers away.

"Shut up!" The previous generation was furious and had vague will, and he was tit for tat with Tang Ji.

He only had so much ability, and he couldn't even speak smoothly, but considering that the other party was a ray of obsession from that bastard four thousand years ago, Tang Ji felt that he was quite powerful.

Tang Ji tried his best to calm down the fluctuations in the origin of the anger caused by the violent emotions of the previous generation. The vast reverberation made him deeply understand how fragile the boundary of will he had established was. This is why he did not dare to directly follow the guidance of intuition to find the previous generation. The reason for the legacy of rage.

He is in a delicate balance, using the power of his rage to do what he wants.

Angelina, Tang Anran, Wu Qianying, Edward, and Prophet, these people use love and responsibility as anchors to make Tang Ji still Tang Ji, the spokesperson of rage, instead of directly becoming rage.

At the LV3 stage, Wolfgang spent nearly three centuries adapting to his abilities bit by bit. In the end, he still had to compromise with his greed for supernatural abilities and became accustomed to cannibalizing the lives of his own kind.

Gluttony at the LV3 stage. Well, that’s a bad example. He is a born gluttonous container and always chooses the easiest path.

Apart from this, there are no other Seven Deadly Sins individuals at the LV3 stage in the world for reference. Taken together, Tang Ji is definitely the most normal and human Seven Deadly Sins.

He wants to maintain himself, and that's getting harder and harder.

Tang Ji held two photos in his hand, one was of Tang Anran, which was taken by Wu Qianying. Tang Anran, who had just turned one year old at the time, was stretching. His skin showed an unhealthy white color, but that was rare for Tang Anran at that time. , when he was not tormented by illness, his little face was filled with a trace of carefreeness unique to a baby.

He seemed to be aware of Wu Qianying being secretly photographed. There was a trace of surprise and excitement in his big eyes. Apparently he thought Wu Qianying was playing a game with him.

This was Tang Ji's favorite photo. He printed many of them because he was worried about damage. Of course, the only thing that was a bit annoying was the caption written by Wu Qianying below: The straight-line distance between the camera and Tang Anran was more than five meters, but Anran did notice the camera. The movement is suspected to be the enhancement of visual function brought about by the partial awakening of superhuman genes, and further observation is needed.

Tang Ji showed a forced smile, which was a very Wu Qianying style message, but the emotion contained in the photographer at that moment cannot be deceived.

He reached out and touched the little face in the photo. The flame of hatred near his fingers faded far away, and he did not dare to harm the photo in the slightest.

The other photo was a photo of Angelina. That photo was very old, and even the face was a little blurry. But Tang Ji's mind automatically made up for the wear and tear on the photo. He didn't care at all. He needed photos to help him recall, he just didn't dare to look directly at Angelina's photos before.

The black flame of hatred surrounding Tang Ji seemed to be suddenly poured with fuel. It stirred for a moment, but was quickly suppressed again.

He is stabilizing his anchor and making himself more rooted so that he will not lose himself in the rage.

His enemies are here, everywhere, everywhere, and those he cares about are like flames floating in the storm, which may be extinguished at any time. Tang Ji is sure that now is his most indestructible moment.

It's time to have an honest chat with Mikkelsen about whatever plans he has, and now, it's time for a showdown.

Ding Yue stood downstairs in the Mount Banas Building, looking at the broken wall and spitting blood on the ground. In front of him were the corpses of sixty-two players. Or should it be called a body?

He didn't know how to tell. He only knew that the bastard who seemed to be able to speak freely ran away. After the other party realized that all his methods had been restrained, he walked away as decisively as if he was coming home from get off work. In the blink of an eye, The person just disappeared.

Only those other players who tried to cut Ding Yue into pieces were left.

Compared with the power possessed by Ding Yue, they were as fragile as ordinary people. He tore them into pieces, threw them on rocks and killed them, and drowned them in a pool of blood on the ground. Just like how they treated the natives, they showed no mercy.

Ding Yue behaved just like he did when he killed Kanzaki Plant that day. Anger replaced reason and hatred filled his soul. At this moment, he did not represent himself, but the souls who had died in vain. He was their eyes, helping them distinguish Murderers; it is their feet that chase their enemies on their behalf; it is their hands that allow them to take revenge.

Sixty-two people were just a drop in the bucket, but there were no other targets in front of Ding Yue. After realizing that Ding Yue was an enemy that was difficult to fight against, those players passed through the dimensional gate and left the area.

Ding Yue did not complete Tangji's mission, so he could not go back to deliver the mission. He had to find Albireo Lori. He heard the name from the mouth of the dead man. Albireo Lori, there is no end between them. .

This is not only the task given to him by Tang Ji, but also Ding Yue's own obsession: "This is not your war alone."

Rickard, who was far away in the Roswell District, also completed his own killings. He rushed into the player's stronghold alone and killed eleven players who thought they were lucky enough to receive a hidden mission. His only regret was The only thing is that, until they die, the faces of those players are full of arrogance.

They firmly believed that they would eventually succeed, but Rickard felt keenly this time that they would never come back. They were dead, literally dead.

Rickard looked at his hand, at the gray-black flames surrounding his fingertips, and said in a daze: "Tangji, is this the power you gave me?"

No, this is my never-ending anger, and it is also my responsibility. Tang Ji blew out the black flame in his hand, and was ready to welcome and face the rage.

At this time, Markarian was frowning, looking at the real-time feedback from the company, a total of seventy-three death records, which looked a bit ferocious. What on earth is going on?