"But don't get complacent. The Celestials hate hybrids like you the most. It won't be long before they find you and kill you."
"That's my problem." I looked at him and said coldly, "Your sins are grave, but your background is pitiful. So I'll give you a chance to take your own life."
"Thank you." The Pig-headed King looked at me, his eyes filled with sorrow. He said quietly, "I wonder how many races have become slaves because of the Celestials."
"Bloodline suppression is the main method the Celestials use to enslave all races."
"Once any race is afflicted by bloodline suppression, it will never rise again."
"You'll find out soon enough."
After saying this, the Pig-headed King's body slumped over the throne. He had already breathed his last.
Seeing this, my expression remained indifferent. In fact, I had noticed it long ago and understood it long ago.
When I saw the Pig-headed people, the excitement in my heart actually came from seeing meat.
In ordinary people's eyes, the Pig-headed people were fiends as terrifying as demons.
In the Celestials' eyes, however, they were nothing but livestock. That was why my reaction to the Pig-headed people was merely the sight of plates of pork that could run.
As I watched the Pig-headed King take his own life, the people around him wept bitterly. At that moment, they also chose to end their lives one after another.
"My king, let me follow you."
"We've had enough of the Celestials' oppression. This is for the best."
"It's over. Everything is over."
The Pig-headed people fell to the ground one after another, covering the area in a dense mass. I watched them woodenly, without a trace of sympathy.
These Pig-headed people did not deserve sympathy, either.
They had thrown their weight around in