I seem to be an evil god

"You say so much, but you are actually afraid."

Liu Dao's face returned to calmness, as if his anger just now was just an accidental emotional vent, but except for the flute player who stared at him stubbornly, no one dared to say a word.

"You are afraid. You are afraid that when I fight against the Demon Hunter Guild, I will be like the Church of Light."

"I'm worried about everyone's safety. An angry leader is not a good leader."

The flute player's answer was very clever, but everyone could see the fear in him, the fear of the terrible future coming.

"Don't look at me like that, you don't really think I'm some small-minded tyrant, do you?"

Liu Dao had no choice but to show his hands to him, "I still have a certain relationship with the Demon Hunter Guild. As long as I don't force them too much, I will spare their lives."

The flute player hesitated silently, then shook his head firmly.

"Language is a tool for you to play with, and the promises of tyrants are not credible."

"Then what do you think I should do?" Liu Dao asked with interest. The flute player answered without thinking. It was obvious that these words had been brewing in his mind for a long time.

"We will immediately withdraw from the Lion City and trace the river back to the source. This river is a sea river. At the source we can find ships going out to sea.

As long as we leave the Violet Kingdom, we can roam the endless ocean. "

As he spoke, the flute player showed an excited look, "The order on the ocean is more tolerant. As long as we show a certain strength, there is a possibility of returning to the Demon Hunting Guild."

"Bah bang bang."

Liu Dao smiled and clapped, "The plan is ambitious and the goal is firm, but flute player, I have a few questions to ask."

"If you don't talk about your so-called ridiculous goal of returning to the Demon Hunting Guild, let me ask you a common sense question."

Liu Dao stretched out his hand and pointed to the east, which was the direction of the Rose Forest and the direction in which the pursuers were tracking the Earthly Dragon.

"What should be your first reaction when encountering a wild beast in the forest? Should you stand still and remain calm, or should you turn around and run away?"

The flute player understood what Liu Dao meant, and he could almost predict the next answers and questions. The four words "stay still" were obviously just simple words from his lips, tongue and throat, but at this moment, he felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Humans and animals are different, forests are different from the society we live in, and the relationship between people..."

The flute player's excuse was not recognized by Liu Dao. He raised his hand to stop the other party's pale remarks and asked a simple and powerful question:

"Escape or fight back? Tell me."

"Counterattack."

The flute player trembled and said the answer he least wanted to tell, and Liu Dao nodded with satisfaction.

"Beasts know that escaped prey can be chased. Why do you think we can escape to the sea unharmed?"

"We have strength, we are different from beasts..."

Liu Dao stretched out his hand to interrupt, "There is essentially no difference between humans and beasts. In the face of interests, humans can be more terrifying than beasts. And in the face of hatred, interests can also become insignificant."

"As long as we are fast enough, we can definitely escape before everyone can react."

The flute player's answer made Liu Dao sneer.

"Are we fast enough? Can't you feel the aura of Jiudao Haoran in the city? Why do you have the illusion that we others are fast?"

"You don't have three masters under you, but they..."

The flute player stopped while he was talking, and Liu Dao completed his sentence mockingly, "So what if they are there? Oh, do you want me to leave them and run away alone?"

"They are masters, they can..."

"No."

Liu Dao in turn forced the 'righteous' piper, "First of all, I will not give up on them. Secondly, what gives you the courage? Make you feel that you are more important than the three masters?"

The flute player was speechless, and Liu Dao continued to attack this 'just man'.

"I've been wanting to ask you this question since just now. Your attitude towards me is as if I am asking for something from you, as if you are an indispensable member of this team." Liu Dao showed a sarcastic smile, "You Where did this illusion come from?”

"We are a team, we are an organization, and we should..."

"You should listen to me."

Liu Dao raised his voice, and his heavy tone covered the flute player's pale remarks.

"You, the piper. Do you know why you can't remember your own name? Because you are the remnant soul trapped in the corpse. Without me, you are just a piece of soul material, not even as good as the necromancer. The resentful spirit toying with."

"Because of me, you can be active in the world again as the flute player. You can feel the sunshine again, taste the beauty of food again, and have emotions that the undead will never have."

"Because I am your God."

Liu Dao's furious and arrogant momentum exploded in the field like a bomb, just like a superior king casting his ruthless gaze, ordering all the people or things he saw to be owned by him and obey his command.

"Everyone... is created equal!"

Under Liu Dao's tyrannical momentum, the flute player is like a lonely boat in the sea, but he still stubbornly holds the flag high, looking for the light of the lighthouse in the darkness.

"Yes, everyone is created equal." Liu Dao suddenly gave an exaggerated smile, like a gloomy and solemn king instantly turning into a funny troubadour, "But... you are undead."

"Yuge, priest, hold this brainless guy down for me. I'm going to perform some... um~ special rituals on him."

Liu Dao turned his head and continued to observe the direction. Next to him, Yuge and the others had already poured out together, and the only sound of the flute player's miserable struggle could be heard in the field.

Liu Dao, who was observing the direction, suddenly thought of something, patted his head, and added to the invisible flute player:

"Actually, there was nothing wrong with your plan, but I rejected it as soon as I said it. Do you know why? It's actually very simple. I just feel a little seasick."

"Haha, I'm so sorry."

"you!"

Amid the violent blows from the flute player's roar, by the time Liu Dao finished observing his position, there was only a dying human-like creature left in the field.

"Hey, you guys are done fighting, thank you for your hard work."

Liu Dao was minding his own performance, while Yuge and Sea Priest stood aside with cold expressions, not making any statement towards their offline master.

After the performance, Liu Dao smiled and took off his blindfold. There was a blood-red ring in the strange left eye that kept rotating. This ring had a strange sense of solemnity. Seeing this eye was like seeing an indescribable horror. .

The body of the flute player quickly turned into a drop of blood. The crystal clear blood-colored pearl instantly disappeared into the ring and disappeared in one breath.

The sharp-eyed Yug next to him suddenly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Thomas and Sotos next to him both looked at him strangely. Yug made a calm gesture to the two of them, but he felt like there were 10,000 alpacas in his heart. Galloping.

He just saw clearly that at the same moment when the flute player disappeared into his eyes, a small dot suddenly appeared on the strange blood ring, just like the dot on which the pen was lifted when writing.

If an elite represents a dot on the line, then how many small dots does the blood ring in Liu Dao's eyes consist of? ! ! !