"Answer me! Why did you kill a god who had wholeheartedly tried to heal you? Is there even the slightest shred of conscience left in your hearts?" Daisy felt that her eyes had truly been opened. Intelligent lifeforms could actually be this vile—and it was not just one or two bad apples. The entire race was rotten.
Her eyes could see the past, and she clearly saw how the Subterraneans had crazily rushed forward to tear into Asclepius.
Even in his final moments, this god had been thinking of healing them. He regarded all Subterraneans as patients and believed it was his duty to help them.
Yet the Subterraneans had feigned goodwill toward the God of Healing before swarming him.
The leading Subterranean wore a golden crown. He was the tallest among them and looked roughly like Mole Man, standing at a towering one-point-three meters!
Unlike the barely clothed Subterraneans, he had clothes and shoes. The scepter in his hand looked like a modified divine artifact.
He seemed extremely dissatisfied with Daisy's questioning and let out a series of roars at the air.
"Trash! Letting you live is an insult to intelligent life." In an instant, Daisy elevated her consciousness to a relatively high level, and her grand, vast, irresistible divine will crushed down from afar.
The Subterraneans' crude defensive measures and the tiny bit of divine power they had stolen from Asclepius were utterly powerless against her divine will.
Daisy looked at the golden-crowned figure, who appeared to be the Subterranean king. Her divine will formed an invisible giant hand and slammed down on him.
Several points of fluorescent light flickered. His defenses and abilities were child's play to Daisy. Along with his equipment and body, he was smashed into a cloud of blood mist.
Then she swept sideways,