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Text Chapter 351: Reappearance of the Brass Oil Lamp

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    The soaring fire was burning like a pillar of fire standing in the corner of the city.

    Large and small flame puppets hovered in the sky, extremely unstable, bursting out from time to time with crackling explosions.

    Byron stood in the flames and merged with the flames. It can be seen that he gradually lost his human form and turned into a mass of flames.

    A monster made of flames.

    The flames were burning every inch of his skin, completely destroying his body, and then reshaping it.

    Byron's body was dissolving, his face was burned, and the flames blackened his bones.

    He was still standing in the raging fire in a daze, muttering in his mouth.

    "Mother!"

    "The fire is burning, and it is burning me."

    "Mother, I feel it."

    "It really hurts!"

    "It really hurts so much!"

    He was digesting the seeds of rage, and was also being swallowed by rage.

    Byron was looking at the world in the form of flames and monsters. The flames jumped in front of his eyes, and he felt that the whole world was distorting.

    "Dark Moon!"

    The appearance of this person appeared in front of his eyes, and he now realized that he hadn't seen this person clearly from the beginning.

    No.

    From the very beginning, he didn't see the true appearance of this world.

    He looked at the flame puppets hovering in the sky, as if he could feel the anger in each of them.

    Before they became monsters and puppets, they were all survivors of that disaster.

    In order to realize the new country that Dark Moon said, in order to seek an answer from their enemies.

    They chose to become like this.

    They firmly believe that Dark Moon is the savior, the one who saves this country and everyone.

    They firmly believe that the dark moon can punish their enemies.

    But when the results came out, Byron discovered that Dark Moon was a participant in that disaster that year.

    Byron stared at the puppets and thought of his comrades.

    All the faces that believed in themselves, in General Dark Moon.

    They are all so young, and they firmly believe in the good and evil in the world; when they choose to die and become monsters, they follow one after another without hesitation.

    "no value!"

    "Our sacrifices, everything we do."

    "No value."

    "There is no justice in this world, there is no good or evil, only deceit, only unscrupulous."

    "All are deceiving each other, all are betraying each other, all are victims."

    "Sacrifice others to achieve the goal."

    "Sacrificing others to gain benefits."

    "Sacrifice others to prove the faith."

    "In this world, everyone is being swallowed by others."

    At this time, the river of blood rolled down from the sky, and the prince of Suinhall shouted Byron's name.

    "Byron the fallen man!"

    "God's punishment is coming."

    He is tall and heroic, and his voice is full of vigor.

    At this moment, he represents the gods and justice.

    And below.

    is a fallen man who turned into a monster and gave up his identity as a snake man.

    The terrifying flame monster raised its head and looked at the prince of Suinhor, the blood family of this generation.

    "I?"

    "A fallen person?"

    When Byron heard this name, he wanted to laugh wildly. He felt extremely mocking.

    "Am I a fallen man?"

    "Am I a fallen man?"

    "Hahahahahahaha, am I a fallen person?"

    Byron's furious roar resounded between the sky and clouds, and the entire city and the prince above the sky could clearly feel Byron's fury.

    "Depraved and insane!"

    "It's you."

    "It's the high gods!"

    "No one cares about us, everyone only cares about his own purpose and never cares about others."

    "This is the case with beasts, this is the case with snake people, and it is the same with gods."

    Byron didn't look at the prince anymore, but looked at the sea of ??clouds, as if glaring at the gods above.

    "God's punishment?"

    &The killing intent on the side, and the desire to destroy.

    Dark Moon leaned against Dixinglong's corpse mountain, like a monster crawling out of an abyss.

    "Hoo~"

    "Hoo~"

    He was panting violently, scanning the battlefield with terrifying eyes, to see if there were any enemies that could be killed by him.

    And when An Yue turned around, she saw the owner of the head pounced on him.

    He lay on the snake man that Dark Moon had killed just now.

    Then, he actually drank the other party's blood.

    What's even more frightening is that there are still people with him, competing with him to drink blood.

    "Leave me some!"

    "My, get out of the way, you bastard."

    "Are you courting death?"

    Dark Moon stood up and stopped these people: "Hello?"

    "What are you guys doing?"

    His personal soldier turned his head, looked at An Yue and said with his mouth full of blood.

    "General!"

    "I heard that drinking his blood can make you stronger. I want to try it."

    Several people were so excited that they rushed to drink the blood and sucked it vigorously. The scene was really horrible and disgusting.

    However, these few people feel good, not consciously.

    "Really, I feel like I'm getting stronger."

    "Wouldn't it be more useful to eat some of his meat?"

    "I have eaten the flesh of ordinary people, but haven't I eaten the flesh of powerful people?"

    Dark Moon killed a powerful man, the leader of the rebel army.

    According to legend in the army, as long as you drink the blood of a powerful person, you have a certain chance of becoming a powerful person, although this is just a legend.

    If the blood of mythology is so easy to extract and can be used so easily, the powerful will not be so precious.

    Dark Moon looked at the lunatics under her command and at the corpses on the battlefield.

    He suddenly woke up from the tyrannical killing intent, from the madness.

    There is no one here, only a group of lunatics, a group of dehumanized beasts.

    Everyone is crazy.

    He was mad, and so were his soldiers.

    Dark Moon laughed suddenly, briefly at first, then incessantly.

    "Ha ha!"

    "Ha ha ha ha ha!"

    "Crazy crazy are all crazy"

    After laughing, he suddenly broke out.

    "enough!"

    "enough!"

    "enough!"

    He suddenly jumped up, took the sword and killed those blood-drinking people. At this moment, he was more like a lunatic than others, even more crazy than those guys who eat human flesh and drink human blood.

    After killing people, An Yue hid her face and stood on the battlefield laughing wildly.

    The laughter was insane.

    Finally he put down his hand, his eyes became extremely scary.

    After everything was over, no one around him dared to approach him again, even his comrades-in-arms kept him at a respectful distance.

    And Dark Moon was finally discovered on this day.

    What he really hated was not these people, not this endless riot, nor his own weakness and powerlessness.

    What he really loathes, what he really hates.

    It's this world.

    It was the world that drove him and everyone else crazy.

    An Yue raised her head, the blood on her face had formed scabs.

    "Father!"

    "You said that if you become strong enough, you can make rules?"

    "So¡­¡­"

    "How strong do you have to be to be able to formulate the rules of this world?"

    "How strong is it?"

    "In order to destroy this hopeless world."

    No one answered Dark Moon.

    When he asked this question when he was young, all he wanted was to get more sleep.

    But when Dark Moon asked the question again, he was no longer the same.

    The scene freezes here, and then gradually blurs.

    You can see it on the screen.

    There is infinite anger in the dark moon's pupils.

    That's not anger against someone, it's not revenge against someone.

    It was anger against the old order, anger against this world.

    Even.

    wrath of the gods.

    Xiao looked into these eyes and suddenly let out a chuckle.

    "have a look!"

    "The hate eyes!"

    Xiao looked at the ceramic figure: "He is hating the world and the gods."

    "And, hating"

    "Himself." </div>sp; "Look!"

    "The hate eyes!"

    Xiao looked at the ceramic figure: "He is hating the world and the gods."

    "And, hating"

    "Hisself." </div&gt
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