So naturally, they would turn on each other because of their past experiences.
Because they were evil, "black" ones.
So, naturally, they would lose members to absurd accidents.
An unprecedented chill of terror pierced the Doctor's heart like ice.
She abruptly looked up, her gaze piercing through Feixiao, yet the sky was empty and clear, as though this were merely an ordinary day.
Yet that seemingly ordinary tranquility bound the Doctor tightly like a quagmire.
There was clearly a massive problem hidden within Terra, and she still knew nothing about it.
What should she do? Keep gathering allies?
No, that was clearly futile. Even Demon Kings could die absurdly; then the so-called True Dragons of past generations and the Lion King might also perish for no reason just because they stepped out with their left foot first.
What made the Doctor even more uneasy was whether she herself had already been drawn into some unknowable Script.
Cold sweat drenched her entire body.
As a human, so long as she had enough Originium, she could endlessly exchange immortal legions and Star Annihilation Devices from Interstellar Civilizations out of that profound Internalized Universe. She could hardly be called weak.
However—
She herself really was just an ordinary human. Even among humans, she was considered frail.
Her life was as fragile as a candle flame in the wind. A single insignificant bullet would be enough to erase her completely from this world.
The unknown enemy could easily harvest a Demon King's life.
Anyone could guess that taking a human life would only be even easier for it.
Her entire body nearly began trembling.
At this moment, all her teammates had lost contact, and she was alone.
If she fell here, who would continue her unfinished work? Who would revive that once-glorious human civilization?