Peng!
Peng! Peng!
The black boulder was covered in cracks.
One blade.
Another blade.
Ah Chou had been practicing for more than 30 years. Day after day, year after year, besides eating and sleeping, he was swinging his blade. He was like a robot, swinging his blade for more than 10 hours a day.
His blade still looked simple and unadorned, straight, without any flourishes. It was so simple that people could see through it.
"He has no other thoughts. Swinging his blade can make him happy, it is the only meaning in his life."
This was everyone's evaluation of him.
Ah Chou was said to be a human sent by Ancestor Irfan. He seemed to have some kind of battle form, and had the same huge potential as Ancestor Irfan.
At the start, Arthur took care of him. After all, he was innately strong like a high elf. The first time he saw him, he had rank four cultivation. At that time, Arthur saw that this youth liked to swing that ugly axe all day, so he gave him a sharp blade.
So Ah Chou very casually threw down the axe and started swinging his blade.
But later, he gradually realized that Ah Chou didn't seem to have a battle form, and only had this ugly human body. And in these thirty years, every once in a while, his cultivation would drop out of thin air, and always maintained at the level of the fifth level.
Slowly, Arthur became disappointed in him, and didn't care.
This was a human with low intelligence, even like an idiot. Usually when you spoke to him, he would just listen quietly, and as he listened, he would swing his blade, without any reaction.
"This is the flaw of us humans! Not only will we suffer from diseases, we will also have some deformities. "Some people longed for the perfect form of elves.
Even after countless years, some people gradually developed a habit. If they had something they could not communicate with others, they would secretly tell it to the knife-wielding Ah Chou. Confessions, worries, prayers. He acted as if he did not hear it, and continued to swing his blade, and would not tell the secret to others.
Stupid Ah Chou, he was a very good listener.
Slowly, after 30 years, he got the name "The Listening Ah Chou".
Many people would get into the habit of praying and telling. Even some thieves and thugs, because they had no one to show off, would come to Ah Chou and tell him their proud achievements, and then continue to steal.
Ah Chou waved his blade on the spot on the mountain every day, forming a scenery.
He could hear many filthy and evil things that most people would never hear in their entire lives. He could hear the innocent thoughts of a young girl in love, the regrets of an old man, the troubles of a strong cultivator, the sufferings of a poor family …
Ah Chou had heard so much of the mundane life, the good and evil of human nature, but it was as if he didn't hear it. His knife was still steady, unaffected by the mundane world, every knife accurately landed on the blade repeatedly.
Wielding the knife seemed to be Ah Chou's entire life.
Dang!
Dang!
Dang!
In front of a huge cliff, Ah Chou was still waving his knife.
The end of the human race had arrived, and countless people stood behind him, praying. In fact, the number of people who prayed far surpassed the number of people who had prayed in the past 30 years. The elderly, the women, the children, and the strong all prayed devoutly before they died.
This was the psychological comfort they had developed over the past thirty years, and it was still the same.
Before, they all came alone, and secretly talked about their worries when there was no one around, but in front of death, there was no need to hide their secrets, no need to care about other people's gazes, everyone was muttering to themselves, and there was only one person to talk to: the listening Ah Chou.
Dang dang dang!
Ah Chou waved his axe, and still didn't notice anything. Amidst the voices of countless people, he still waved his knife.
The first day after the declaration of war passed.
Countless people were praying, and they talked about their experiences on this day. Some thugs fell into madness, burning and looting everywhere, but were stopped by the human warriors. This was the darkest day of disaster.
The second day passed.
On this day, the safety of the people was ensured, and the people moved from chaos to stability, and started the last prayer of their lives. In front of Ah Chou, the people gradually started to talk to each other, communicate, discuss, and sob in the midst of crying.
Even the thieves, secret thieves, and robbers were confessing to the people, wailing loudly.
And they shockingly discovered a terrifying thing: There seemed to be more than one Ah Chou.
"What, on the mountain of your tribe, there's also a Ah Chou? He's constantly waving his knife!? "
"Ah Chou didn't escape from the faraway Montu Mountain Range with us refugees, but has always been here?"
"Over at our side, there's also a Ah Chou, constantly waving his knife, we all call him the Foolish Ah Chou! We also talk to him! "
"That Ah Chou we call him the Slow Ah Chou! It's about the same! "
"Your tribe, our tribe … adding them up, there are four Ah Chou?"
…
Dang!
Dang dang!
Ah Chou was still waving his knife.
But the people praying fell into a strange situation.
Previously, the human tribes were rather primitive, and they were scattered and hidden in the dense forest, each avoiding the pursuit of the elves. They didn't communicate with each other, and even experts like Arthur didn't have the time to communicate with all the tribes. But now that the disaster had happened, and only a small portion of the refugees were gathered together, the people communicated with each other, and only then did they discover this terrifying truth.
"Ah Chou, is he really foolish?"
"Who is he …"
The third day arrived.
The humans were still praying, but no one was calm, because today was the final battle, the human Arthur challenged the elf emperor Yumiya, and decided the fate of the human race.
At this moment.
The sky was shaking, the leaves rustled in the sky.
A ray of light shone through the clouds, a ray of holy white light shone down on the valley, like a sharp arrow. The eleven great ancient beings all focused their gazes on this mortal realm.
"The war is about to end …"
"Our hands are stained with blood, but we will use the rest of our lives to repent …"
In the sky above Biloman, there were countless Horned Eagles and giant Chimeras, like shadows with huge wings, wandering between the white clouds. Countless elves whispered, but they didn't dare to get close to the battlefield, no one dared to get close to the pressure of Emperor Yumiya.
In the mountains not far away, countless people, the residents of every town and tribe, stood on high ground, looking down at the battlefield in the distant valley.
"When our ancestors stole the forbidden fruit … When we were born in the mortal realm … When we were deprived of our divinity … Immersed in the sea of bitterness of life …"
A faintly discernible song passed by the human tribes spread around the entire valley, the notes vibrated, and converged into the sharp ears of the High Elves.
Almost the entire valley, at this moment, sounded a synchronized sad dirge.
"We have no choice." A human swordsman, Arthur, wearing a huge black armor, held a huge sword with both hands, and stabbed it into the ground. He looked at Emperor Yumiya in front of him, and revealed a carefree smile.
"We are brothers, we will fight together."
A tall demon, covered in flames, had two twisted spiral goat horns on his head, and the demon Ruhr also stood in the same place. "Yumiya, you may not be able to defeat us two brothers."
"Is this the last of your strength?"
Emperor Yumiya's expression was calm. Her legs were bare, and a flame spell covered her legs.
Boom!
With a kick in the air, large beads of sweat scattered down, turning into flickering ripples like breathing. It was like a huge invisible pressure net covered the valley, pressing in all directions.
Even the Horned Eagle Knights in the sky, and the humans on the mountain peak not far away, felt a huge pressure invading them. They couldn't open their eyes, their breathing was stopped, and they bent down in pain.
Whoosh!
Countless gray clouds rolled and surged, forming a thin crimson mushroom cloud in the air like a nuclear explosion. The mushroom cloud slowly stirred and gathered into a face, which then turned into an incomparably huge statue of a black elf girl.
The huge statue stood on the ground with a smile on its face, and its hands were wrapped around the Wheel of Poison. Its whole body was red, and it was clear and exquisite, like the only true god in the world, like the Statue of Liberty, standing on the valley.
All the creatures in the whole valley felt a sudden shock, and they felt a huge piercing pain. The overwhelming and violent pressure made it hard for them to breathe.
"A Draconic Aura that far surpasses that of a giant dragon, the condensation of pressure … Song of Shadows." Arthur looked at the figure of the invincible Emperor of the Elves, the strongest existence in the legends, the God of the Elves, and his expression became bitter.
He originally thought that they were qualified to fight, but who knew that they had been left behind long ago.
Just this terrifying condensed pressure, and the huge condensed aura, made them unable to open their eyes, and any backup plans they left behind were useless.
"I am not tyrannical, and I am only killing to bring peace between us. I will let the two of you die painlessly, including all the humans."
Yumiya's gaze swept across, and its cold gaze shot down. It waved its hand.
Bang!
Yumiya's figure flickered like a ghost.
Arthur and Ruhr's bodies seemed to have been hit by an invisible force, and they flew backward quickly on the ground. Large amounts of blood seeped out of their bodies, and they were seriously injured in an instant.
"No!!" A ray of blue light pounced from afar, and fell on the two of them.
Jilna knelt down, picked up her two children, and stood in front of the two of them.
"Jilna …" A complicated expression flashed across Yumiya's face.
In the end, her expression gradually became cold. This was a battle of standpoints, and she knew that she had to bear the taboo of iron and blood, and be ruthless, in order to bring peace to the elves.
Boom!
The huge wind pressure flickered again, and an earth-shattering, violent attack came, crushing the three of them.
In the next second, circles of dizziness appeared in the sky, and the blood-red ripples turned into flames, and a tall demon landed on the ground. Irfan had finally come. He could be called a demon, and he was selfish, but he couldn't let go of Jilna. She was all he had.
"Run!" he growled, and his eyes were bloodshot.
The current Yumiya was already incredible. If there was a path to the seventh level, she would have stepped into it. Even so, she was about to find the next path to the seventh level.
"You finally appeared," Yumiya said calmly.
"Run!!"
Irfan roared angrily again!
Crack …
In the next second, his entire demon body flew backward.
At this moment, the earth held its breath, and the Hippogryphon archers in the sky were silent. Seeing this devastating battle, they knew that the curtains were about to fall.
On the mountaintop, the tribal ballad of the people stopped abruptly.
Bang, bang, bang!
In a mountain village, there were still people surrounding Ah Chou.
Although they didn't know the situation of the battle, they were still carrying out their last prayers. Wails, repentance, and all kinds of voices rose and fell.
Ah Chou slowly opened his eyes, and seemed to sense something. He suddenly looked around, and asked with a complicated expression, "Do you think … Did the gods come first, or did humans come first?"
Ah Chou actually spoke!
Countless people were trembling as they looked at him.
Did the gods come first, or did humans come first?
There was no doubt about the answer.
Gods came first, then humans. After all, humans were gods who stole the forbidden fruit, lost their divinity, and became a fallen life form.
"But I've heard you talk for a very long time … Kindness, love, hate, killing, stealing, complacency, it seems to give me the feeling that only humans exist in this world, and only gods exist." Ah Chou's words were simply outrageous. "Humans are more complete than gods, divinity is just a certain side of humans. It seems that the elves extracted the divinity of humans, and formed an independent race. Because kindness, gentleness, and bravery, they can protect them, and don't have to worry about betrayal. Until that unique existence appeared, stole the forbidden fruit, and became a complete human …"
Them?
Who was it referring to?
The surrounding humans were all trembling.
Foolish Ah Chou …
Silent Ah Chou …
He never spoke, he just silently chopped the huge rocks.
But now that he spoke, it was like a wise man, shocking the heavens!
Ah Chou raised his head, and looked at the swaying leaves in the sky. The mottled sunlight shone on the ground, and his voice had a penetrating power, as if it had turned into a beam of light that pierced the sky. "Divinity, bestiality, they are all human nature."
Once he said this, it was as if the heavens and earth shook.
The leaves in the entire sky rustled, and started to tremble.
"So it's true, I understand now …"
A faint voice sounded, Ah Chou silently stabbed several huge red flag-like machetes on his back, and suddenly disappeared from the spot.
"It's time to end …"
At this moment, Yumia suddenly broke out in cold sweat, and felt a transparent figure silently stepping over, bringing with it a bone-piercing chill.
She suddenly turned her head, and using her mental power to sense, she saw a translucent figure hidden in the air, as if separated by a translucent air barrier.
"Gale Step."
A simple and unadorned machete quickly fell, and cut a huge ravine in the ground.
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