Xianyu's expression and tone were no different from usual.
The only difference was that his bored, empty eyes had lit up.
Now, his eyes crinkled with a smile, as though he had discovered an interesting toy. There was not a trace of killing intent about him.
With the friendliest smile and the most delighted tone imaginable, Xianyu invited Lan to kill the Aeons with him.
It sounded less like an invitation to kill gods than an invitation to play a game.
Lan stared at Xianyu's outstretched hand. His expression shifted slightly, but he said nothing.
Who would believe that someone could possess two such opposing qualities as cruelty and mercy without seeing it for themselves?
More precisely, it was an extreme indifference toward everything and everyone except the Xianzhou natives.
The Marshal never expected the Xianzhou natives to repay him for anything he did.
He never kept score or cared about what he gave.
But when he chose to withdraw that kindness, he would walk away without mercy, leaving no one any chance to persuade him to stay.
In the entire universe, aside from the humans the Marshal had placed under his protection, no enemy, however powerful-not even an Aeon-mattered to him.
When Lan did not agree, Xianyu sighed.
If he and Lan could kill Aeons, why shouldn't they?
Wasn't it better to eliminate any unstable elements that might threaten the Xianzhou in advance?
Why couldn't Lan or the Chief Strategist understand him?
Xianyu stood up, gathering his cloak around himself with one hand and placing the other on Lan's shoulder.
Looking down at him, he frowned and said:
"Lan, stop making that face. You're making me look like some heinous villain. I'm not trying to destroy the universe. I just want to deal with a few Aeons. Is that