The Overlord Journey of the God of Creation

Out of sight of Aya, Camilia gave Preya a proud, slightly defiant look.

"Tsk." Gritting her teeth secretly, Preya glanced at Camilia angrily, but from Camilia's point of view, it was full of envy and jealousy.

"Did Preya make breakfast? It's delicious." Aya said, she didn't notice the confrontation between the two sisters in the dark.

"Yes, because mother may not like food made of magic, I deliberately caught salmon." Preya said, her eyes were obviously happy.

'Look, it's my breakfast that makes mom happier. '

'Oh, flat girl, it's so fun to do some servant work. '

'What, you monster! '

'Are you scolding your mother like that?I have a lot of it. '

'You're not the same as your mother, ugly! '

"It's not magic, wait a minute." Aya suddenly realized something.

"What's with that bread?" Aya swallowed as she picked up a piece of fresh, fluffy white bread.

"It's made by wheat, using [Holy Fire] and [Time Acceleration]." Preya tilted her head and replied calmly.

"Well, where did the wheat come from?" Wheat is not something that can grow naturally.

"Wheat grows somewhere outside the forest."

"I don't think it looks good, it's human..."

"Everything on the earth belongs to the mother." Preya looked like she was not joking. "Don't worry, Mother, I harvested it with a shadow clone, and I never leaked any information."

"It's not just about leaking information, that, sigh, forget it." Aya sighed, anyway, she's not human anymore, so regulations and so on should be outside the scope of management, or there will be no police. Come here and catch yourself.

But in this way, I got an important piece of information by accident - there are humans in this world, at least there should be human villages, or other races that can cultivate wheat.

Aya thought about it, and took out a mirror-like thing from the inventory.

"Preya, tell me the coordinates of the village." Aya said, and Preya immediately launched [reconnaissance disguise] [anti-reconnaissance] [intelligence elimination] and other magic.

This is much smarter than the AI ​​in the game. Thinking of this, Aya looked at the mirror, and the picture was already displayed. It was a village, a typical human village, surrounded by wheat fields.

"There are indeed human beings, wait a minute, what is that?" Muttering, Aiya looked away, but found a black spot approaching near the village.

Readjusting her vision, Aya saw that a werewolf army of at least several hundred people was marching mightily towards the human village.

Chapter 8 Selection

"What are you going to do? Mother Mother."

"What do you think I should do?" Aya said calmly without answering her daughter's question.

Neither Camilia nor Preia could answer Aya's question in time.

"Do you think it is justice to draw a knife to help?" Aya asked a second question, when the werewolf troops had reached the border of the village.

"I'm not going to rescue." Aya said her decision, the reason is very simple.

First, there is no rescue value.

Second, there is no reason to rescue.

Aya, who made such a judgment, was puzzled by her own thoughts. It was obviously the evil deed of massacre in front of her, but she did not have the basic feelings of sympathy, resentment, and anxiety in her heart.

Because her position has changed, no longer as a human being, but as the mother goddess of life, she maintains love and motherhood for all life, but this love is equal and rational.

Yes, human beings are life, but werewolves are also life. Today, werewolves slaughter humans, tomorrow may be humans slaughtering werewolves, and the day after tomorrow may be a big melee between humans and demihumans.

Does she have to stop all this?

It is a pity that Aya is still selfish. She loves herself and the people around her more than others. At this time, in her eyes, werewolves are no different from humans.

From the standpoint of the Mother Goddess of Life, whether plundering or being plundered is the choice of life itself.

"This kind of thinking may just be to cover up his indifferent sophistry." Aya shook her head and said softly.

It was clearly seen through the telescopic view that the carnage had already begun, and that the human race had no ability to resist the wolves.

The werewolves walked through the villages, roaring, and every time they waved their claws or fangs, a villager fell in a pool of blood.

The villagers who were helpless could only flee desperately, while the werewolves kept chasing and killing the fleeing villagers. A thatched hut on the edge of the village had already burned, and it should have been set by the werewolves.

Aya saw an old man kneeling on the ground and repeatedly kowtow to a werewolf, but the werewolf just screamed up to the sky, then raised the machete in his hand and slashed at the villager's head.

A man charged up with an axe for chopping wood, but before he could even touch the other, a claw slit his throat.

A girl was caught in a corner, she was holding back her tears, because two werewolves were standing beside her, tearing her clothes apart with their claws, and the sharp claws left a trail on her skin. Road red marks.

A certain point in my heart trembled slightly, but this tremor was too shallow and too clear, and it should not be enough for Aya to change her inner judgment.

But why, why is it so disturbing?

The villagers were slaughtered by no fault of their own. Even if they didn't see it, their fate would not change.

There is no reason to go to the rescue, this is still an undoubted fact.

However, there may be value in rescue.Aya's eyes lit up at the sudden thought.

"Kamilia, if I asked you to kill those werewolves, would you do it?" Aya asked aloud.