What were Sim and Drax doing?
What could you expect from these two fellows who only had battle in their minds?
It could only be something they were good at …
Bang!
The ice-cold sharp blade pierced through the chest of the terrified Ra. The tremendous force nailed him, who was wearing a luxurious robe, to the wall behind him. His lifeless body was swung around on the sharp blade like a flag. His blood splattered on the sand under his feet. If one looked carefully, one could even find a golden crown that belonged to a noble priest in the blood-stained sand. However, that was a symbol of power. After the owner died, it became meaningless.
Before he died, he still could not believe everything. His empty eyes looked at the magnificent temple in front of him. The holy building that was rebuilt after thousands of years and walked on the earth for the glory of Ra had been completely set ablaze. The flames and smoke that soared into the sky represented the destruction and brilliance that had come. Under the cold light that seemed to have lost all sunlight, the ruins on the ground made the scene even more miserable.
Sim was bored to death as he sat on the top of the ruins of the temple that was destroyed by brute force. He supported his chin with his arm and looked at the low-tier demons who laughed maniacally as they chased after the priests who could not resist at all. He used to be addicted to this kind of flashy work, but now, he only felt a sense of disgust.
"Slaughtering the weak is meaningless!"
He sneered, but he did not stop them. These humans had chosen the wrong side in the choice that determined their fate. Now, they would have to pay the price.
At the periphery of the destroyed temple, under the threat of the ferocious demons, the frightened civilians were forced to the entrance of the temple. Sim stood at the top of the ruins and looked at the people who had returned from modern society to the Middle Ages or even older times. He saw numbness, hatred, anger, and despair in their eyes.
All the negative emotions, along with the gathering of these people, made this already destroyed place even more dilapidated.
"Listen! Humans! "
Sim shouted, "As you can see, I'm not an angel who's here to help you escape. I'm a demon, but sometimes, you have no choice but to accept help from demons … Look, behind me, there are some priests who bully you, force you to give up your dreams of freedom, and offer everything you have to the so-called gods. You may hate them, you may fear them, you may even like them. That's fine, but today!"
But today! I will give you a chance to choose your fate again! "
The demon reached behind him and grabbed a Shaman who was trembling in fear and couldn't even speak, then threw him towards the crowd in front of him. In the past few months, the obedient people who had already been taught by the whip and the Church of Death subconsciously dodged. The pitiful Shaman was thrown to the ground. Just how strong was the demon's hand? This hit caused the Shaman to scream in pain, his head was bleeding profusely, and he only had half a breath left.
Bang!
A broken sword was thrown beside the Shaman. The people subconsciously kept silent and looked at the Great Demon Sim. The latter put his hands on his waist and shouted, "You're the Shaman.
"Kill him! Cut off all ties with that bullsh * t belief! Once you have made your stand clear, you can return to the civilized world and leave this hellish place! "
"But if you don't want to do that … no one will force you!"
The bald man smiled sinisterly. "Do you like living in this disgusting quagmire or living like a real human? The choice is in your hands!"
He looked back at the sky. In the scorching desert sky, a dense group of flying monsters was flying toward the stronghold. They had the appearance of dragons and the power of wind and lightning. They were Osiris's Sky Dragons, one of the symbols of death in Egypt.
Sim leaped out of the ruins. His gigantic black dragon-shaped figure flapped his wings and soared into the sky. Behind him, the demons that could fly flew out of the ruins and followed behind the Great Demon, charging towards the attacking "Oracles". The demons roared crazily, eager to fight. The newborn hell was also a cruel battlefield. Only by fighting continuously could they gain enough strength to stand on their own.
"After the battle is over, we will leave this place … You don't have much time left … Pitiful humans!"
After a round of slaughter by the revived pharaoh, there were not many people left in Egypt. They were scattered in seven large gathering points, which was almost all of Egypt's remaining people. At this moment, the hope of salvation that had long been lost was actually brought by a ferocious demon. This undoubtedly made everyone suspicious.
Some people who had been completely scared out of their wits by the Evil Gods screamed incomprehensible eulogies and rushed out of the scene of blasphemy. They locked themselves in their broken houses and shivered. However, there were even more people who didn't leave.
"I … I used to be a professor … I taught history at Cairo University."
An old man who had been tortured by his cruel life was the first to walk out of the crowd. He was talking to himself, not to others, but more to himself.
"I don't have a prominent identity. I have no money. My wife passed away early. My relationship with my son is very strained."
The old man bent down and tried to pick up the knife, but he was too weak. He could not pick it up after a few tries. His eyes were scattered, and his voice became hoarse.
"I don't believe in gods! I never believed in gods! I just want to find my poor son and my cute grandson. I don't want immortality! I don't want a gift, I don't want to be promoted!
"I only want my life! I only want my family! I only want them … "
He collapsed on the ground as if he had fallen into his own world. A tall figure walked out of the crowd, bent down, picked up the broken knife on the ground, and stuffed it into the old man's hand.
"Then go!"
The stranger said, "Kill him! Go back to your own lives. We are humans! "
He turned his head and looked at the people behind him who were mixed with fear and desire. He shouted loudly.
"We are humans! How can we live like domesticated beasts! "
"Ahhh!"
The old man used his last weapon and slashed at the neck of the unconscious priest. Blood splashed out and dyed the hot sand around him red. This slash used up all of his strength and made him sit on the ground. The blood that splashed out seemed to be a sign, a call. Behind him, those who were hesitating finally made their move in silence.
They picked up the stones and wooden sticks on the ground, and even used their hands that had been worn out by the hard work of building the temple. They walked toward the tied-up and noble priests.
They finally made a choice.
The old man looked at the tragic massacre and thought of something. He laughed wildly like a madman and slapped the ground. His laughter attracted the attention of the young man who helped him. He leaned over and asked, "What's the matter?
He leaned down and asked, "Why are you laughing?"
"Ahahaha, why can't I laugh? Young man? Look around you … The Red Sea will not part because of our resistance. There is no great Moses to guide us, and there is no holy Ten Commandments to purge all enemies. But don't you think … this is like … this is like the hope of tomorrow stained with blood? "
The old man's eyes began to wander. He reached out and grabbed the young man's arm. He looked at him and used the last of his strength.
"Live! Good boy … live! Survive hell, and you will see heaven … "
The young man looked at the old man whose life began to wither in the last eruption. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just pursed his lips and nodded hard.
"My name is T 'Chaka, sir … I will live! I will live on with my head held high! I will change this world … "
Looking from the sky, the seven settlements built along the still flowing Nile River were like seven spots of light burning in the darkness. Almost at the same time, the entire river was lit up. Saber had more than just Sim and Drax under his command. Now that he had a big family, it was not difficult for him to find a few smart and capable Demon Lords.
The reason why it was so troublesome was that the two isolated civilizations and the New World's thirst for human resources had reached a point where it could not be satisfied. On the other hand …
"The perfect world that Master wants … is for humans to live in."
The Daitengu waved his fan as his white robes fluttered in the wind. This caused this great demon to look more and more like a transcendent being. Of course, this was his nature. It didn't mean that he wanted to suddenly break through. Long before the Daitengu joined Seiber, he was already one of the strongest living beings in the Devil World. It wouldn't be so easy for him to break through.
Compared to the other busy Demon Lords, he seemed to be very leisurely. He just walked in circles in the desert as if he was looking for something. In the end, he stopped on top of a sand dune. He bent down and waved his fan slightly. The sand on the ground was pushed away, revealing the ruins that had completely collapsed.
It didn't come from hundreds or thousands of years ago, but only a few months ago. Cairo, the capital of Egypt, was buried under the sandstorm because of God Ra's wrath. Few of the millions of people in the city managed to escape, and all of them were buried with the city.
"Sigh … Evil God!"
Daitengu sighed. He waved his hand and a storm formed behind him. Initially, it was very weak and could not even sweep up the sand. But very quickly, it turned into a black storm.
"Souls buried in the sand, if you can hear this voice, give me a hand!"
Daitengu shouted with a voice that could be heard by souls.
"Release your anger, your despair, your pain. Let those Gods in the sky see … the cries of the people of this world! Drag them down from their thrones and let them hear your hatred, your curses! "
The black wings behind Daitengu spread open. The fan in his hand disappeared and his voice became louder.
"Desert, if you have your own soul, then wake up!"
"Raise up your gravel! Block the light of the sun! "
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A sandstorm that could be seen with the naked eye gushed forth. Under the feet of the Daitengu, the wails of thousands of ghosts could be heard from the ruins of the city. It was as though the gates of hell had opened up. Those invisible ghosts spread their arms and rushed out from the sand. They had lost their corporeal bodies and couldn't even hold onto a grain of sand. But at this moment, under the summons of the Daitengu, these ghosts forcibly lifted the entire city from the sand.
The millions of tons of sand were swept into the air by Daitengu's storm. In an instant, it formed the most terrifying desert storm in human history. Everywhere it went, all the sand was swept up and the human civilization that was buried under the desert of death was revealed under the sun.
That terrifying pillar of sand pierced through the sky. Even far away in Northern Europe, Sif, who was in command of the Asgardian garrison, could see it clearly.
Bang!
The wine glass in General Sif's hand was completely crushed at this moment. Her eyes shone with disbelief. Compared to the other Divine Realm soldiers who were at a loss, she knew exactly what that pillar of sand represented.
It was a form of demonstration. It was a war flag. It was the horn that signaled the start of the war. It was the cry of hell opening up.
He was back!
The Overlord was back!
Saber .Hawke was back!
He wanted to fulfill the arrogant curse that he left behind before he left. He wanted to challenge the Gods who had returned to this world with his own strength. He wanted to expel them from this world and send them back to where they should be one by one.
He wanted … he wanted to start a massacre!
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