sorcerer immortal

After realizing this, Adier naturally wouldn't have any fear.

"Your soul is too clean, it has not been impregnated by the power of killing at all..."

In front of his eyes, the existence of Wei'an spoke softly, and the willpower in it was shaking: "Wouldn't it be good to inherit my path if you are addicted to killing?"

"Other people's path is someone else's path after all. If you walk too much, maybe even people become someone else's path..."

Adier's face was calm, looking at the figure in front of him at this moment, and slowly said: "You spread the blood of killing, and buried it in different people, is it out of good intentions, purely for others to inherit it?" your way?"

Chapter 774 Questioning

"You seem to... have a big misunderstanding of me..."

In front of him, facing Adier's questioning, that stalwart and sacred existence slowly spoke, and the voice vibrated in the entire space and spread to all directions, so that all directions could feel the majesty.

"I spread my blood and let different people inherit it. The purpose is indeed not pure..."

His face was calm. Facing Adier's questioning at this moment, he frankly admitted his statement: "But during this process, aren't you also enjoying it?"

Looking at Adier in front of him, there is a faint light flickering in his eyes at this moment, which seems to reflect scenes one after another.

In the distance, feeling the scenes revealed in the eyes of the God of Slaughter, Adier's eyes froze slightly.

Among the countless scenes, scene after scene continued to spread, and began to emerge from the perspective of a single character.

In the picture, countless people obtained the blood of killing when they were weak, and then continued to kill and gain strength to grow.

During this process, of course, many people died halfway, but more people grew up smoothly, gained the power they wanted, and gained a lot along the way.

Dreams, power, power, these things were obtained one by one during the growth of these people, and they were obtained very smoothly.

In the scene after scene, after reaching the pinnacle of life, these people had bright smiles on their faces, all of them were high-spirited, and they all carried a faint murderous aura.

"Sometimes, the world always thinks that I am bewitching others, turning ordinary creatures into sons of slaughter, causing disputes..."

The voice of an existence in the distance came out, and at this moment, he said lightly, full of a sense of historical vicissitudes, as if he was telling an epic: "But in fact, sometimes it's not me who finds them, but They took the initiative to find me..."

"Among these people, including yourself, you can get to where you are today, don't you also rely on my strength..."

"You have reached this point relying on my strength, what right do you have to come here to question me?"

The voice fell, and one after another sound continued to resound.

At this moment, the world in front of me seemed to be caught up in a violent wind and rain, and the waves were raging. The whole world began to turn upside down, and it became chaotic in an instant.

The voice of the God of Slaughter in front of him kept ringing in his mind, vibrating in the whole mind, coordinating with the whole world, and asking Adier heavily, as if trying to dissect his whole mind and reveal his past Everything about him was magnified and observed under a microscope, and he scolded and questioned him.

Some past experiences surfaced in his mind, scenes of guilt and sadness emerged spontaneously, and finally condensed in his heart, like a brand mark, causing Adil to arouse extreme emotions.

Adier's face was calm, feeling this emotion, he didn't speak, but the brilliance on his body was still shining, despite countless emotions emerging in his heart, there was still no hesitation in his heart.

What the God of Slaughter said in front of him seems to have some truth, but if you think about it carefully, it doesn't make sense at all.

What the God of Slaughter said sounded like a drug trafficker's justification to Adil.

Drug dealers justify themselves by saying that people really need drugs, that's why they exist.

Drug addicts don't exist because they exist, they do it because someone needs them.

The words seem to make some sense, but I want to clean myself up, ignore all the things I have done in this process, ignore the benefits I have obtained, and directly ignore the sufferings caused by myself. ignore...

It was too shameless.

"I don't deny that you have indeed helped many people..."

In front of his eyes, Adier took a deep breath, looked at the majestic and holy God of Slaughter, his face gradually became indifferent.

"Some people are born humble, but they have ambitions in their hearts..."

"Some people are born desolate, with no loved ones and few friends..."

"Some people are unwilling to be ordinary and try to make progress..."

"These people have all benefited from you..."

He pointed to the pictures that emerged from the body of the Slaughter God in front of him, and pointed to the figures who were either in a miserable situation, or unwilling to be ordinary, or born humble.

"But... there are still some people..."

Then, he changed the subject and looked at the God of Slaughter in front of him, wondering if there were any other emotions in his eyes at this moment.

"Their family is perfect..."

An ordinary picture emerged on Adier's body. At that time, a family of three, parents took care of the child, and the child grew up under the care of the parents, a scene of happiness and consummation.

"They are mediocre..."

In another scene, an ordinary middle-aged man looks around, busy around, day after day, living an ordinary life.

"They work their way up..."

The third picture appears in it, a young man is writing hard, constantly training himself, just to get that little chance to make himself move forward.

Afterwards, more images emerged on Adil.

Some people live peacefully, some have a happy family, some are busy but at least fulfilled, some are humble but still alive, some are in a difficult situation but still have concerns in their hearts...

Scenes of the most ordinary scenes emerged above Adier's figure, forming a strong contrast with the spectacular and epic scenes that appeared on the opposite side of the God of Slaughter.

Like the scenes that emerged from the God of Slaughter, the scenes that emerged from Adier's body were also the ones that Adil had personally witnessed.

I have traveled countless worlds and experienced many things in countless worlds. In the experience of those countless worlds, it is not some lively and colorful scene that occupies the main body, but it is precisely formed by these ordinary mortals.

Including Adier himself, he was also a member of these ordinary people in his previous life.

And then, the next moment, bursts of changes began to take place.

A torrent of blood rushed out slowly, and along with the scenes that appeared on the opposite God of Slaughter, the scenes that appeared on Adil also began to change.

As the blood of killing continues to decline, sons of killing are born, or to get rid of their humble identities, or to realize their ambitions, or to make themselves no longer ordinary, and embark on their own journey.

They walked on the path arranged by the God of Slaughter, and then the bit of blood in their bodies began to move forward, killing all the way.

Ordinary people are being slaughtered continuously, happy families are torn apart, and those who cared about them have passed away one by one. On the marble, there are pieces of bones standing, which are the scenes left after being absorbed by the blood of killing.

With the rise of the sons of slaughter, the peaceful life of an unknown number of people has been affected, the order has been disrupted, and the atmosphere of chaos has enveloped everything.

Behind the rise of the sons of slaughter, there is not only the glory that is praised by thousands of people like an epic, but also the endless mountain of corpses.