I'm a villain, not a devil

"Kill quickly, Your Majesty needs a lot."

The calm and cold words hit the ground and made the boy feel pain.

He looked at these two groups of people in disbelief, and something in his heart was quickly annihilated.

Why...why are the people of the Golden Dawn and this group of pagans who suddenly appeared the same group...

Why...why do you need to mention His Majesty's name...

It's Your Majesty... But didn't His Majesty take away mom and dad to build the statue?

Why are you killing us again...

Big tears welled up from his eyes.

"Why..." The boy finally couldn't help but murmured.

The man who killed his father lowered his head and immediately sneered.

"Consumables are not qualified to ask why - how you were used, how you were confused, how you escaped, where you died, how you died... everything was arranged."

The blade was raised, and the man showed an interesting smile - the smile was familiar to the boy, just like when he and his friends used to play in the garbage dump. They liked to chase the garbage bags that were blown up by the wind. Watching the garbage bag swell and then be crushed by his own foot, he and his friends would laugh happily.

It turns out... we are like this...

It turns out...my parents were killed by me...

turn out to be……

The knife fell calmly, and the boy was still a little afraid of the pain. He winced his neck unconsciously.

There was no pain, and he subconsciously showed a sad and happy smile.

It turns out that dying won’t be painful, right?

Mom and Dad, I'm here to find you...

But that doesn't seem to be the case.

He finally opened his eyes tremblingly, and the blade still stained with his father's blood was pointing at his head and stopped in mid-air.

Not only the weapons, but also the group of high-ranking people in black stopped where they were, unable to move at all.

He stared blankly at this strange scene, his chest rising and falling violently.

Someone saved me...

"Kid, you don't think I'm here to save you, do you?" A voice rang.

The boy looked up and saw a handsome man with an evil smile on his face.

He glanced at himself and then around.

"Tsk, the Self Cult and the Golden Dawn have joined forces... interesting... So, the Golden Dawn is controlled by the emperor, and the Self Cult has always been cooperating with the Emperor - you two are in trouble, and you have to cooperate with the Emperor. Bai Zhan cooperates?”

I teach? Golden Dawn? emperor? A vain fight?

Strange and high-end words were entangled in the boy's mind.

The leading man in black had no ability to move, but he could still speak.

Forcing himself to remain calm, the man in black said, "Who is your Excellency? However, since you know..."

The boy shook for a moment, and then he saw the man who suddenly appeared pulled the other person's mouth like a zipper.

In an instant, the man in black couldn't even speak.

"You don't even know me, are you, the Self-sect, a bunch of stupid dogs?"

The boy was stunned, but the man's behavior and tone had a generous flavor that he envied.

"First, sir..." the boy finally spoke, he wanted to plead.

However, all he got in exchange was the man's indifferent glance.

He also froze in place, but he was frightened.

"Trash." The man frowned.

A burst of courage emerged from nowhere. The boy gritted his teeth and shouted with difficulty: "I, I am not a waste!"

"Then, facing the person who killed his parents, you don't even have the courage to resist?" the man asked lightly.

The boy froze in place. The man smiled and was about to leave when he saw that the boy was trembling and pulled the knife from his forehead.

Something was coming out of the boy's palm.

He finally couldn't help crying, holding up the knife stained with his father's blood, crying heartbreakingly, but still yelling.

"I-I'm not a waste!"

The man slowly smiled.

He snapped his fingers, and those wearing black ecclesiastical robes found that their mouths could speak again.

The man smiled at the boy.

"These people are yours—"

The boy was stunned for a moment, and then he howled like a completely crazy beast and struck at him.

Hot blood spattered all over his body, and the boy just continued to cry and roar, slashing at those people one after another.

His posture was awkward and ugly, and he even slipped and fell several times due to the plasma, but the man looked on and laughed.

The men in black yelled: "How dare you attack us!"

There are also people trying to persuade: "Let go of us and we will give you an explanation."

But the boy turned a deaf ear. With his ability, he would have been too slow to kill these people, but luckily...

Everyone bleeds and dies.

The fragments, flesh, blood, and internal organs flowed out in front of his eyes, and there were endless shouts of curses, advice, and begging for mercy, but the boy turned a deaf ear.

After many, many cuts, finally, the man who killed his father stopped making a sound.

He looked up and saw that the man in black had been chopped into a blur of flesh and blood.

More tears welled up, and he looked up again, but the man who saved him was nowhere to be seen.

Only a slow voice remained.

"I told you, they're yours, ha."

The boy was stunned for a long time, then he dropped the knife and dragged the bodies of his father and mother to a relatively clean place.

Taking off the vest that his mother made for him, he tore off two pieces of the cleanest clothes, and each covered his parents' eyes that couldn't be closed.

"Dad, Mom...I can't escape..."

He wiped away his tears, and this time, when he grabbed the knife, his hand didn't shake at all.

The boy howled again, but more screams were pleasantly heard.

——

"The Self Cult sneaked into the Imperial City. Tsk tsk, Bai Zhan is such an unlucky guy. He thought he secretly contacted many foreign aids, but in the end, Wu Xiao has nothing to do with the emperor."

Sean flew out of the alley and clicked his tongue.

Bai Ye next to him looked seriously: "Father... is about to launch his ritual."

Sean nodded: "However, what's interesting is that he could have gone on a killing spree, but he chose this sneaky behavior - tsk, your father needs a group of unsuspecting living people to stay."

"Why?"

Sean looked at every corner of the Imperial City, where running, crying, and fighting were happening all the time.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled slightly.

"This is also needed for the ceremony...ah, you are so arrogant."

"However, Wu Xiao also noticed this... He acted quickly... It's a pity..."

Sean looked towards the city wall: "He seems to have no time to take care of things here."