Demon Race Progenitor stared down at the Demon Race Ancestral Land that seemed familiar yet strange to him.
The city is in dilapidated condition.
Half of the city wall collapsed, and broken bricks and rubble were scattered on the ground.
The streets were full of traces of the battle, including burns from fires, cracks from knives, deep pits created by Divine Power, and corpses lying twisted on the ground, some already rotting and some still bleeding.
And those who are "alive"...
Demon Race lost his mind and wandered around Ancestral Land, fighting and self-mutilating.
His eyes were empty and his mouth was drooling, as if Puppet had his soul taken away, leaving only an empty shell repeating the last instincts of his life.
Demon Race Progenitor The heart that he thought had Rock Solid suddenly twitched.
Just for a moment.
But at that moment, he felt something crack in his chest.
He kept telling himself that these Demon Race were just resources he used to break through God King.
It is ration, nourishment and stepping stone.
He personally killed the most successful Demon God he created without even frowning.
He thought he was really ready.
But at this moment, seeing the city he built with his own hands and watched grow up turn into this, an inexplicable emotion surged up like a tide, drowning him.
He couldn't tell what it was.
Is it regret?
Is it loss?
Or some kind of belated, ridiculous guilt?
Demon Race Progenitor stared blankly down, falling into a long silence.
For the first time, the face that was swollen like a pig's head was no longer ridiculed or angry, only blank.
Night God looked down at the purgatory-like city below and frowned in disgust.
He shook the Demon Race Progenitor in his hand, his tone full of condescending contempt...
"Look, this is what you made."
Night God tapped the crazy wandering Demon Race below with his chin, word by word.
"Dirty."
Demon Race Progenitor raised his head suddenly and glared angrily.
At this moment, he only felt that Night God's handsome face was so hideous and hateful.
I wanted to punch him hard in the face.
You alone dare to speak nonsense on my territory and say that my territory is dirty?!
Are you a good person who can emerge from the mud without getting stained?!
If Night God hadn't forcibly distorted his Sacrificial Grand Formation, causing Formation to go crazy and backlash, how could the Demon Race he created turn into this crazy look?!
If it weren't for Night God, he would have been plotted hundreds of thousands of years ago.
Let him only take Twelve Creation Pearls, but miss Lotus Platform of Creation Red Lotus.
How could he be trapped here for tens of thousands of years?
How could he cruelly sacrifice the Demon Race he created?!
Demon Race Progenitor's heart was filled with anger.
However...
But he didn't dare to speak.
I don't even have the energy to argue.
He can't be beaten, he is already defeated by Night God, and even his life is in the opponent's hands.
I can't argue, but I can't argue.
No matter what Night God did, sacrificing the entire Demon Race was his own decision and thing.
Night God's intervention only caused these Demon Race to go from being killed directly to walking zombies.
What's the difference?
Demon Race Progenitor slowly lowered his head, covering the complicated emotions in his eyes.
Night God didn't bother to pay attention to Demon Race Progenitor who suddenly became sad.
Pretentious!
I've done everything, and now I regret it. Isn't it too late?
He looked past the ruins, past the crazy Demon Race, and slowly looked into the depths of Demon Race Ancestral Land, with the corners of his mouth slowly raised.
"Did you hide here?"
He chuckled, with a cat-and-mouse tone in his tone.
"You want to cover yourself up with these lowly Demon Race smells? What a naive idea."
Night God narrowed his Scarlet eyes and lightly grasped his palm, as if he had already grasped something in his hand.
"Little bug, you can't escape."
He leaned forward slightly, as if he was speaking to the entire city, and also seemed to be speaking to the guy who could not escape from his grasp despite being separated by thousands of mountains and rivers...
Night God hangs condescendingly above Demon Race Ancestral Land, its blood-red robe rustling in the wind.
Scarlet's eyes swept across the dilapidated giant city below, and there was a sneer at the corner of his mouth that suggested victory.
He was sure...
That little mouse is hiding in a corner of This City City.
Night God has no doubts about his own judgment.
A little ant escaped from the Xuanming Blood Sea in a panic, carrying a hot potato like Creation Red Lotus Platform with him. The only place he could go was his most familiar and safe place.
This is nature, instinct, and path dependence engraved in the bones of all living beings.
Run home, hide, close the door, and feel safe.
Childish.
Ridiculous.
It's so naive that it makes you laugh.
However...
When Night God closed his eyes and concentrated, carefully sensing the direction of Creation Red Lotus Platform again, the smile on his charming face froze slightly for a moment.
It's still blurry.
He could confirm that Black was within the range of the This City pool, and could even roughly determine that this guy was hiding deep in the so-called "Inner City".
But no matter how specific...
Gone.
That barrier was like a thick fog that couldn't be broken away, standing firmly between him and Lotus Platform. No matter how he activated the power of induction, he could only touch a blurry outline like frosted glass.
"Damn it."
Night God Scarlet's eyes flashed with anger.
He is Peak High God, even Xuanming Blood Sea can't trap him, but he is tricked over and over again by a little bug that doesn't even reach God Level?
If this spreads out, will Night God still have his face?
He lowered his head and looked coldly at the Demon Race Progenitor in his hand.
Demon Race Progenitor was carried all the way by him and flew over. He was injured more and more, and he was so sluggish that he could only hang with one breath.
But even so, there was still a hint of schadenfreude hidden in the old man's eyes that were swollen like walnuts.
Night God dislikes this kind of light the most.
"You said before that that little bug was your Demon Race's Prodigy?"
Night God's voice was calm, but it carried an irresistible sense of oppression.
"Tell me, who is he? What is his origin? Who are his parents? Where is Family? Is there anyone you care about?"
Since it is Demon Race, it should have a solid foundation.
There should always be parents, brothers, Family relatives and friends, and there should always be people who have left footprints, owed favors, and laid down weaknesses in this Ancestral Land.
In the logic of Night God, everything has traces to follow, and all living beings have weaknesses to grasp.
Since he is a member of the Demon Race clan, he must have Bloodline clan, old masters, and past ties.
That little bug could obviously escape to the farther and more hidden uninhabited territory, quietly dormant and break through, but he took the risk and returned to Demon Race Ancestral Land, which had long been reduced to purgatory.
Perhaps on the one hand, he wanted to take advantage of the complex terrain and the chaotic and rich atmosphere to cover himself.
On the other hand... it's most likely because his heart is concerned about this.
This is the instinct of living beings. The more critical it is of life and death, the more subconsciously they will run back.
Go back to a familiar place, go back to a place with memories, go back to a place that was once called "home" even if it was just a pile of ruins.
It seemed that as long as he retreated behind those walls, the swords and swords outside would not be able to catch up.
Night God sneered in his heart.
Whether it is Demon Race or human beings, they will always be affected by so-called emotions when making key decisions.
Demon Race Progenitor is like this. He keeps saying that all Demon Race are used as food rations, but when he sees Ancestral Land turned into ruins, isn't he still heartbroken and speechless?
Hypocrisy to the core.
The same is true for that little bug. He seems to be a little clever and clever, but when it comes to Life and Death major events, he still can't escape the instinct of "wanting to go home".
But they all forgot...
In the face of absolute strength, everything is in vain.
True security is always in your own hands.
Not in those brick walls that fall down when pushed.