Tiga returns to take a leisurely look at human affairs

“In just tens of thousands of years, you humans have multiplied everywhere on the continent, even in the land where the dark giants live.

You are eroding the earth too fast, just like ringworm that is multiplying rapidly. You are so dense that I feel sick when I see you.

In my opinion, it is simply horrifying that creatures like you, every single individual, has an intelligence level comparable to that of our giants. "

Dimon Wary squeezed the metal cube in his hand, and the hatred and paranoia in his voice was no less than that of Bitulus.

“I have proposed countless times in clan meetings that the human population on earth must be limited, otherwise it will become a serious problem in the future.

But there are always giants of light who have a good relationship with you humans and will stand up and speak for you. But now, my people are either killed or evacuated, and they can no longer stop me. "

"Haha! I knew it! Sooner or later, you giants will become a threat to mankind! What happened now only proves that the biggest mistake we made was that we failed to completely eradicate you!"

Even though he was forced into a desperate situation, Bitulas was still smiling wildly when facing the silver giant. Without paying any attention to the opponent's fingers, he had already pinched his last shelter, the metal cube, until it creaked.

The black giant on the side shook his head as he listened, seemingly dissatisfied with the outcome of this exchange.

I saw him move, and in an instant he was in front of Dimon Wari, and took the metal cube into his hand.

"what are you doing?!"

"I want to help him and help him figure out where he went wrong at the end of his life."

The silver giant who was about to crush the metal cube subconsciously wanted to get angry. But D's words not only made him give up the idea, but also mocked him.

"If you can make this lunatic admit his mistake, from today onwards, I will walk around you when I see you!"

Having said that, Dimon Wary also put down his hand to fight for it and stood aside as if he was preparing to watch a farce.

"You'll know if you try it."

The black giant played with the cracked metal cube in his hand, and then slowly spoke.

"Bitulas, now that you are about to die, please look back on your life and give yourself an objective and fair evaluation."

The signal in the metal cube was silent for a while, and then his hateful reply came.

"If you want to kill, kill! What nonsense!"

"Well, it doesn't matter, as long as you have the answer in your heart. But from my point of view, you should think that your life is still very successful..."

"what?!"

Before Bitulas could speak, Dimon Wary beside him became excited.

"How can a lunatic like him who has done so many evil deeds deserve to be called successful?"

"Isn't it successful?" D asked.

"He was born a noble among humans, with a distinguished status that ordinary people cannot compare with, and more resources at his disposal. However, he did not indulge in pleasure like ordinary nobles. Instead, he always devoted himself to research and achieved many achievements.

Thirty million years ago, he had always been fighting for things he recognized. You Lian also commented that he was one of the few practical people among the nobles.

It's the same now, regardless of position and right or wrong. When his companions were still hiding in the dark, he was the first to stand up and risk being killed by us. "

"Hmph... If everyone else in the Noble Council could pay half as much as I did, you would all be extinct by now!"

In the metal box, Bitulas's sinister voice was somewhat indignant.

"But it's a pity, Bitulus, you have been busy all your life, but you haven't figured out what you want to do."

"Nonsense! Don't I know what I want?"

After hearing what D said, Bitulas retorted without hesitation, but soon, things started to go wrong.

Under D's constant questioning, Bitulas gradually realized that the first thoughts that came to his mind were not quite right.

For example, status, wealth, power, etc. As a noble, these things are born with Tulas, a little more and a little less, but they are not enough for him to risk his life.

If it is said to be a powerful force, how powerful is it to be considered truly powerful? What should you do with your power after you get it? Conquer the universe and enjoy the pleasure of killing non-human beings?

Bitulas doesn't think of himself as such a superficial person.

what else?

Bituras' final answer is: Maintain the pride of being a human being and allow human beings to develop freely without any restrictions.

"So in order to achieve your goal, Bitulus, how many people have you killed directly or indirectly?"

Faced with D's question, Bitulas certainly couldn't give an exact number. So I can only insist on saying that no matter how much it is, it is a necessary sacrifice, and it is all for the future of mankind.

"But...haven't all humans under the leadership of your noble faction perished? Is it a necessary sacrifice for you to exterminate yourselves?"

"Who said we were destroyed?! I, Bitulus, am not right in front of you?"

He wanted to retort, but the black giant just weighed the metal block in his hand and asked with a smile.

"Bitulas, how do you prove that you are still human?"

D's question made Bitura pause.

The physical body has long since decayed, and his consciousness resides in virtual space or mechanical structures. Is he... still a human being?

Thinking of this, Bitulas unconsciously thought of more things.

Back then, the aristocracy followed the survival and elimination rule of selecting the best among the best, and used Qijela pollen as the selection criterion.

However, under the repeated influence of Zijla pollen, the longer time passes, the more people will be unable to resist the temptation and become eliminated.

It's okay for ordinary people to say that if they die, they will die. But if the eliminated person is a noble himself, it may lead to a more brutal power struggle and a new round of wealth redistribution.

Bitulas never thought there was any problem with this. Resources and power belong to the strong, and the winner takes all. This in itself is the truth of destiny.

Therefore, at the end of the elimination, the number of people led by the nobles dropped sharply from the original population of billions to less than a hundred people in more than ten years.

These less than a hundred people became the final winners and the final owners of wealth and resources.

They overcame many difficulties and obstacles, crossed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, abandoned their weak bodies, gained endless lifespan, and became the ultimate survivors.

As one of them, Bitulas just lamented that there are still too few people who are truly qualified to become human beings.

If human beings want to thrive, they must reproduce to a larger base and then undergo more screening and elimination.

However, the new generation of humans on the earth today are all derived from the genetic fire left by the resistance faction led by You Lian.

But if we follow D's meaning... Bitulus thought hard, then between the resistance faction and the aristocracy, who will ultimately survive as a human being?

At this moment, the dark giant held the metal cube in his hand in front of him, staring at it with a pair of radiant lavender eyes, and the voice sounded like a devil whispering.

"Bitulas, your real purpose... is to destroy humanity, right?