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Chapter 492 Chapter 490 "He is the saddest."

Su Mingan took out the compass.

At this time, the compass that could show Siber's position had failed, and he couldn't see the red dot representing her.

"Shadow, let me ask you, has Baishen descended to Qiongdi?" Su Mingan straightened up.

"No." Shadow replied, he was very surprised why this person didn't even know about it: "Lord Baishen has never appeared. I... have been waiting for His appearance."

"Yeah." Su Mingan said, "How old is Sissy this year?"

"Ten, ten years old," said Shadow.

Su Mingan nodded.

He remembered that Siber was about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Sissi Zewan seems to be another name for her. She introduces herself as Siberl, but everyone else calls her Sissy.

So, he suddenly returned to... five years ago?
Judging from the current information, five years ago, Baishen was created by the beliefs gathered by people, and he came to the sky for the first time. He blocked the mud curse that suddenly appeared in the sky, turned into a barrier and died, just like a flash in the pan.

Looking at the current point of time, Baishen does not exist yet.

So, what special dungeon did he mistakenly enter due to the search of the underground laboratory?
He didn't realize when he started to arrive at this timeline.

... No wonder the raven suddenly disappeared.

"Let's go." He looked at the shadow: "Go save people first."

……

"—Chase! Chase!"

In the night, the angry voices of the guards resounded throughout the First Tribe.

In front of them, a group of children ran fast.

The girl named Ke Ke kept throwing flames in her hands. They were like arsonists, burning wherever they went.

The entire tribe was burning with bright red flames, and people could not stop coughing.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Due to the destruction of the airtight building, the black mist filled the air, and some people even started to cough up blood.

Gradually, behind the children, the sound of the guards chasing them disappeared.

Thick smoke obscured their vision, and even they themselves began to cough due to the smoke inhalation.

"Ke Ke, stop..." A child couldn't help but make a sound.

The flame in Coco's hand stopped.

The flames burned so fiercely that she was also a little scared.

The children's team stopped at a corner of the tribe, looking at the heat wave in front of them, their eyes were a little dazed.

After a brief silence, a child swallowed and spoke softly.

"...Are we, are we overdoing it?" he said.

They were passionate and found a seemingly reliable method of arson. They wanted to distract the attention of the guards, and they didn't want to destroy the tribe at all.

But judging by the situation, the fire has already burned a little too far.

Obviously, the usual small fires can be easily handled by the tribe, and they will never fall into such a terrible situation now.

Xiaoke's fire has the characteristic of continuous burning, it is a very strong flame, and they came out from the inner tunnel, the guards were not prepared, and they knew all the places that are easy to catch fire, with this cooperation Before the elders had time to react, flames spread across the first tribe like a tsunami.

"I...I..." Feng Qiqi suddenly turned pale.

"Qiqi, what's wrong with you?" The children realized that Feng Qiqi's complexion was already very bad.

"I forgot one thing..." Feng Qiqi's whole body was trembling: "The current natural disaster period is the flame period. Under this environment, the flame will get all-round bonuses and become difficult to extinguish... ..."

When the children heard this, they were all frightened.

They didn't consider this situation at all, they just wanted to take the opportunity to save people, but the development of the fire has far exceeded their expectations.

It seems like they... made a big mistake.

A wrong thing that can make them regret for a lifetime.

"——This is the fire from the heavens descended by Lord Baishen—— Baishen is angry!"

A loud scream of a female ethnic group suddenly sounded from the thick fog, and her voice was full of sorrow.

"Master Baishen is angry. This is the heavenly fire that He sent down. It is because our faith is not pious enough!"

Some ethnic groups also shouted loudly, their voices rising and falling in the black mist.

"——It must be the escape behavior of the young patriarch, Sir Xike Zewan, and Master Chushan Zewan, which made Lord Baishen angry!"

"That's right... this fire is our punishment..."

"The current plan is to hold the ritual ceremony as soon as possible and throw their children into the magma to appease Lord Baishen's anger..."

"Elders! Help us, we are devout believers in Baishen..."

Listening to these screams, the children's eyes were blank.

When Feng Qiqi heard these voices, he was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He jumped up and stood on the hillside which was a little higher beside him.

He took a deep breath, condescendingly, and shouted at these voices one after another:
"—It's not that Lord Baishen is angry! I set it on fire! Be sober!"

"—Don't entrust everything to the ritual of worshiping the gods! It's just a backward ritual! It's useless to throw a child into the magma! It's useless!"

"——It's not the sky fire! I set the fire! The ritual of worshiping the gods is useless! How can you be so cruel that you throw a child into the magma!!"

His shouts were angry and sad, but it was of no avail; the fire was too great for his voice to carry far.

He clarified all this hoarsely, as if trying to tear his throat.

The flames rose, and thick black smoke entered his throat.

"—All of this, I let it go—cough, cough cough, cough cough cough!!"

He suddenly coughed violently, his small face was reddened by the flames.

He covered his mouth, opened his eyes full of water, looked directly at the raging fire below, and saw innocent people fleeing in the sea of ​​fire one by one.

Some of these ethnic groups were burned to death in their sleep, some fell into the smoke and never moved again, and some were cursed by the black fog at night, turning from living people into puddles. mud……

Men, women, old people, children... They were running in the flames of death, crying and shouting, their loved ones fell one after another, and everything in front of them was like hell.

The ethnic groups who had worked hard all their lives have now become fragile lives.

Feng Qiqi's eyes gradually became hollow.

At this moment, intense regret ate into his mind.

...It shouldn't be like this!It shouldn't be like this!

He just started a fire and created chaos!

...Why, why is it the flame period of natural disasters...

He was standing on a high hillside with children beside him. Since the soul stone was exhausted and extinguished, some people had already started to vomit blood.

Coco began to cry, a pair of black braids trembling behind her head.

She felt that she was responsible for setting the fire and caused all this, and she was the sinner who should be thrown into the magma. Why did she let the innocent Sissy die? Is it because of the so-called tradition and oracle?

Why are adults so indiscriminate between black and white? Do people become like that when they grow up?
She cried and cried, and suddenly started spitting black mud at the mouth.

Due to a strong emotional outburst, the curse on her body was detonated prematurely.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...it's all my fault...it's all my fault..." She cried and cried, gradually becoming silent, and the mud spread from all parts of her body.

She looked at her dirty hands, then at the other children who were terrified of her, turned around, and rushed towards the sea of ​​fire crying.

The flames engulfed her body, which was on the verge of exploding the curse, and her cries were gradually annihilated by the red.

Feng Qiqi blankly watched her back disappear in the flames, watched her playful shofar braids being ignited by the fire, and saw her slender body burning painfully in the sea of ​​flames.

He watched all this blankly.

He suddenly realized.

...he really is.

He did a very, very regretful thing that could make him regret his whole life.

He made everything go off track.

He forced his sister to be put on the death rack ahead of time.

He made the ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods unavoidable.

All his actions that yearned for a happy ending made everyone achieve the worst ending.

At this moment, without listening carefully, he knew that all the people fleeing in the sea of ​​fire were saying in unison——

[Hurry up—hurry up and let the god sacrifice ceremony take place! 】

[As long as the child is thrown away, Lord Baishen's anger will be appeased, and the sky fire will be taken back——]

……

they said.

Skyfire is punishing them.

Throw Sissy away quickly.

……

Hot air poured into Feng Qiqi's trachea, and it was difficult for him to even breathe.

Hearing the mournful cries of the people from all directions, he suddenly understood that the gods who could not save them were not gods at all.

——Even if he was dubbed a god, he couldn't protect them, and even Baishen, who had never really shown up — wasn't a god at all.

... and thereafter.

He will no longer trust anyone who claims to be Baishen.

"Feng Qiqi, where are we...going now?" A girl asked, her whole body trembling with fear.

Feng Qiqi turned his head and looked at a dull boy.

The boy didn't speak much, and he usually smiled. He was much bigger than the others, and his figure was very strong, like a muscular man.

A worn-out ax was crooked by his side, and he counted the pebbles in his hand like he was counting some treasure.

"Changsheng." Feng Qiqi called out the strong boy's name: "Can I ask you...to use your ability to protect them and send them out?"

"Oh."

The sturdy boy named Changsheng responded blankly, he looked a little silly.

"What about you? Qiqi, won't you run away with us?" A short-haired boy said anxiously.

The situation is out of their control and all they can do is run as hard as they can.As for saving lives...they couldn't do it anymore, the thick fog was so thick that they couldn't even see the way clearly.

They have changed from innocents to sinners.

Whether they intended it or not, they did cause this disaster.

"I..." Feng Qiqi said softly, "I won't leave."

"Aren't you leaving? Then why are you staying here?" The inch-headed child took his hand: "Let's go together! Your father is the next heir to the patriarch. If you leave, the elders will not come and arrest you forcibly!"

Feng Qiqi was silent for a moment.

Hot air poured down his windpipe, scalding his chest.

He was almost out of breath.

When he spoke, his eyes were red and his voice was extremely hoarse:
"...What about Sissy? What about her?"

……

The children shut up.

At present, the only thing that can calm people's anger and sorrow is the ritual of offering sacrifices to gods.

Whether it works or not, it has to be done now.

It is this fire that has enhanced its necessity and put it on a bright side.

It is they who caused this result.

The elders couldn't catch Feng Qiqi who was hiding in the fire, so they could only find Qianxi who was still living in the stone castle, because both of them were the most talented people in the clan, and one of them had to be invested. magma.

It is estimated that at this time, Sissy has already been taken away by the elders.After all, the elders have not been present in the fire.

They should have gone to the magma hole in the back mountain.

Feng Qiqi turned around.

There was no smile on his face, and at the moment he saw the disaster, he no longer had the posture of shouting "I am the Dark Demon King" at the beginning.

He did bring people, what he called "judgment to hell", but together with his sister.

To him, it was darker than darkness, more painful than pain, and more terrifying than death.

Holding the black knife in his hand, he walked towards the back mountain.

"Qiqi! Where are you going!" A child shouted.

"I'm going to replace Sissy and calm people down," he said.

He used to be the person who hated the ritual of offering sacrifices to gods the most.

But in the face of disaster, he is the most powerless.

He is the most pathetic.

He walked away from the crying children and walked into the fire alone.

The dark energy danced along with him, the flames avoided his steps, and everything was cut open by the black knife in his hand.

—The Obliterator swung his blade.

All things are open for his way.

(End of this chapter)