The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

"Damn it, it's so hot, I feel like I'm dying..."

A few hours after escaping from the ground.

Feel the scorching heat of the two suns in the sky.

Many fugitives sighed sincerely.

Since hundreds of years ago, their ancestors have been living underground for generations. Now they are facing two rounds of scorching sun in the sky. It is really difficult to resist, and they have no corresponding preparations. They are a little lost in the desert. a feeling of.

Walking in the yellow sand flying in the sky.

Because there is no available reference object to compare with the map.

Walked in this way for a long time.

But it seems to be standing still.

Look up.

Except for the yellow sand in the sky, it seemed as if there was nothing else.

In their hearts, there is no longer the original joy of escape.

Some are just a lot of confusion and at a loss.

even.

Some people have already subconsciously missed the good days of working as slave labor in the underground city...

Although there is no freedom, and no preferential treatment, the corpse after death will be treated as food.

But the feeling of knowing what to do when they open their eyes every day can finally let them know their own goals and things to do...

Right now, this kind of unambitious reaction.

More or less, it also feels a bit of Stockholm syndrome.

It was the first psychological barrier they had to face after they fled!

Livestock that has been domesticated for generations.

Even if he successfully escaped from own pastoral, he will eventually lose his innate ability to survive.

I don’t know how to find food, how to find water, how to avoid natural enemies, how to repair wounds...

That feeling.

It was like a child who suddenly had to face the society alone.

The only thing that can be done is to go with the flow of temptation to survive...

most of the time.

The livestock that escaped, even if they knew that they might face the butcher knife when they returned, they couldn't help but miss the delicious food in the feed trough...

after all.

Even if it is dangerous, the feed is true to hunger after all!

Even with the barriers of the livestock stalls, I don't need to worry about the intrusion from predators.

The owner who has no plans will find a way to solve the problem for himself~

so.

When many slave laborers escaped from the prison with beautiful illusions about the outside world, they faced such actual conditions that did not meet the psychological expectations and illusions.

The huge gap between reality and fantasy created a psychological gap directly in their hearts!

Can't help it.

They began to complain about the mastermind of all these things, the guy who took himself and others out of the prison of Life for all generations...

For a time.

They looked at [Fredos] from the back, and they became increasingly uncomfortable.

Those with bad tempers.

Occasionally.

Occasionally, there will be a few words of irony.

It sounds like moaning without illness!

And face their cynicism.

[Fredos] The expression was unchanged, his face was like a wooden man, and he continued on the road peacefully.

Only a little sweat on his forehead and the breathing disorder caused by long driving time prove that he is not a robot, and he will be tired.

Several more hours passed.

When the first slave fainted due to lack of water and extreme heat.

The other slaves could no longer hold back their grievances.

In the roar.

He pounced on [Fredos], intending to hold him down and beat him up!

from their perspective.

It is the existence of the other party that has caused him and others to be so miserable!

Of course, the words in the heart.

They also know that the reason why they and others have fallen into this field is also part of their own...

but.

This does not mean that they will not secretly pretend to be stupid.

Put all the mistakes to [Fredos] later.

like this.

Undoubtedly, psychologically, it will make them much more comfortable.

The ugliness and beauty of human nature.

The more critical it gets, the more obvious it becomes.

Therefore, they are no different from savage beasts under the emotional background that symbolizes the ugly nature of life.

The face is full of animalism and resentment!

To this.

[Fredos], who kept his back to them, didn't change his expression even when he heard their complaints, still didn't even think of looking back.

However, he waved his back to everyone.

The transparent psychic tentacles began to spread rapidly with him as the center!

It's just a matter of twos and threes.

Just tie up those stupid guys who intended to do something on him.

Then, ignoring their struggle and panic, forcefully smashed them into the hot sand with their heads down.

Let them struggle, wriggle, and scream quickly as if they were reptiles falling on a hot iron plate!

"Don't forget, I warned you in advance before I acted."

"This is a road that cannot be turned back."

"At the time, you also agreed."

"It's up to now, but it's this kind of cowardly appearance..."

"It's a waste of the strength and resources I spent when I brought you out..."

Accompanied by his words.

The psychic tentacles that entangled the bodies of several people also continued to increase their strength.

It's like a giant python entangled its prey!

No matter how hard those people struggle, it won't help.

That huge feeling.

It's almost as if a giant has grasped them with his own hand!

Vaguely.

They even felt that they heard the sound of bones about to break.

The throat and lungs are also like broken machines, gradually making them unable to breathe in oxygen for life...

The face began to become a little bluish-purple.

The eyes, like salted fish that have experienced exposure to the sun, are forced to bulge while they are widening.

Under this pressure.

Not long.

Some people can no longer bear the psychological pressure of facing Death.

With tears and nose running all over his face begged:

"We were wrong, please let us go..."

Seeing this weak scene.

[Fredos] frowned again.

My heart also exhales bad luck.

The other side's weakness.

Far beyond his expectation.

obviously.

These guys are not worthy subordinates at all.

Really wasted, the resources consumed when I sent them over...

Subconsciously.

He just wanted to squeeze those wastes to death!

However, he glanced from the corner of his eye, and followed the different looks in the eyes of others around him.

After some thinking, he.

After all, it's a random flick.

It was like throwing away rubbish, leaving those guys aside without choosing to kill them.

"This kind of boring thing, I don't want to happen again!"

At the same time, he sighed in his heart:

‘Although there are a few people worthy of one use, the number is too small after all...’

‘I need to find a gathering place to gather more available talents...’

‘My lord’s majestic glory needs more messengers to spread...’

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