Chen Zhao was frustrated.
When we take revenge, we have to take revenge. We have to take revenge properly.
Revenge is such a sacred thing.
Don't do something that hurts the enemy by a thousand, but hurts yourself by eight hundred, okay?
When you grow up and realize what you did, you'll probably be traumatized for the rest of your life.
"Xin Li, you really don't want some?"
Chen Zhao looked at Xinli Singh.
Xin Li hesitated for a long time, but in the end, she shook her head. "No."
"You really don't want it? It's best to vent. It doesn't matter what violent methods you use. Anyway, our family doesn't tolerate it. "
Xin Li shook her head. "No need. I think you'll give him the punishment he deserves."
"Uncle, I want to take a photo with you." Didi tugged at Chen Zhao's calf.
With Chen Zhao's current height, the 12-year-old Didi only reached his calf.
Chen Zhao reached out and had Didi stand on his hand. Then he held Didi.
"Um … Chen … Should we finish this earlier … I really need an ambulance now …"
Nawts Singh endured the pain all over her body.
Her body was already overloaded from the attack she'd used.
If Chen Zhao and the kids kept delaying, she'd have to go to the morgue.
"Fine." Chen Zhao lifted the black trident. Warren was still strung on the tip. "I'll go talk to him about life."
Chen Zhao carried Warren and disappeared before everyone.
A while later, a pillar of light shot into the sky.
After a while, Chen Zhao returned. There were still bloodstains on the black trident.
Xin Li glanced at Chen Zhao but didn't say anything.
Chen Zhao removed the spell on him. "Kelo, carry Nawts."
"Uncle, why me?" Kelo lowered his head, not daring to look at Chen Zhao.
"Because you're strong. Otherwise, who would carry you? Your sister or brother? "Chen Zhao said matter-of-factly.
"Let me do it," Em Edith said. "I'm only good for this."
Nawts rolled her eyes at Chen Zhao. She pointed at Maji and the others. "What about them? How? "
"Kill them all?"
"It's up to you." Navotz glanced at Okula Singh.
"Forget it, their master is dead anyway."
Chen Zhao glanced at Maji and the others. Everyone's expression was unnatural.
Among all of them, only Geraldine Vickers didn't have much fear.
"Or you want me to kill them?"
"Forget it then. They won't be a threat anyway." She glanced at her sister from the corner of her eyes, but her heart was full of complicated emotions.
"What a pity … I hope he didn't get the password …"
Everyone was speechless. No wonder when he had killed the Four Pillar Kings, he had been so ruthless, yet he had not shown any signs of holding back.
Killing Warren and avoiding everyone else?
…
"Xin Li, the lives of everyone on the bus are in your hands."
"Uncle … I haven't gotten my license yet. I can only take it next year." Xin Li didn't know what to do.
"It's okay. You can practice on all of us. It'll be easier for you to get your driver's license."
"…"
"Chen, I feel like all the bones in my body are broken. Can you send me to the hospital safely?"
"Don't worry, I believe in Xin Li."
"You know she can drive?"
"She steals the steering wheel in the garage every night. I think Xin Li has the heart of a racer."
Xin Li was too ashamed to show her face. She did like sports cars.
But she also knew that she couldn't drive without a license.
Plus, she had just arrived, so she had to keep a low profile.
So, she would secretly touch the steering wheel every day.
In the end, Chen Zhao, the unscrupulous parent, exposed her.
"If you can send Nawatts to the hospital and send us back to the hotel safely, I'll buy you a car for your sixteenth birthday."
Xin Li's face was filled with surprise and anticipation.
The city-wide blackout had already been completely restored.
Chen Zhao looked at the night view, entering a rare moment of peace.
Before Chen Zhao killed Walloon, he'd sensed something in his body.
After Quemilas came out of Warren's body.
Only then did Chen Zhao understand that it was a connection between the same kind.
Quemilas was a man of God in that era.
Quemilas had lived for 300 years. Of course, if there were no accidents, he could have lived even longer.
They had a short conversation.
In any era, someone like Quemilas would be considered a madman.
Of course, Chen Zhao didn't think of a madman as someone who killed and burned everywhere or had the ambition to rule the world.
It was a kind of idealistic madness.
Of course, Quemilas would kill too.
If someone stopped his intentions or thoughts.
He would probably kill too.
However, in that era, he was an absolute king and an absolute powerhouse.
Because of this, he felt lonely.
Chen Zhao was pretty much invincible now, but he didn't feel lonely.
Perhaps it was because there were too few entertainment programs in that era … If he could watch Victoria's Secret every night, he probably wouldn't be lonely.
Of course, Quemilas's idealistic and goal were very pure.
He wanted to create a perfect world, but not the real world.
A perfect world of death.
In the east, the underworld was the example. In the west, it was Hell.
Both were essentially the same. They were both worlds that the dead went to and lived in.
But there were some differences between the two.
Gods in the underworld were in charge of management. They were more like employees in a large company.
On the other hand, Hell was a kingdom ruled by demons. Those demon kings treated the souls from the human world as their private property.
In Quemilas's guess, Hell and the underworld were more like a complete world.
However, regardless of whether it was hell or the netherworld, they were both much, much larger than the human world.
So, in Quemilas's guess, the human world was incomplete.
Hell and the underworld were more like mismatched parts. They were only there to ensure the operation of the human world.
Quemilas wanted to use this to complete the incomplete parts of the human world.
He wanted to create a world of the dead outside of Hell or the underworld.
Quemilas used his ability to open up an alternate dimension.
Of course, Chen Zhao's alternate dimension was completely different.
Quemilas's was larger and more complete.
For this, he spent more than a hundred years constantly making up for the inadequacies of this alternate dimension.
In this aspect, Chen Zhao was far inferior to Quemieras.
Of course, Chen Zhao's ambition wasn't here either.
Chen Zhao and Quemilas's conversation was more about complementing each other's inadequacies.
Chen Zhao was better at fighting. Quemilas's fighting was actually his weakness.
But his weakness was only relative to Chen Zhao. After all, he was a god. How weak could he be?
。 Nine Heavens Divine Emperor
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