I'm a God of Evil in Tokyo

Feathered Serpent God's tone was full of unconcealable greed, as if he was full of desire for this blood sacrifice.

"impossible!"

Douglas snapped back.

In fact, from a rational point of view, it is an extremely cost-effective deal to use the blood sacrifice of thousands of people to deal with this strange existence that looks like a god.

The natural disaster-level weirdness that causes the least harm in every country involves tens of thousands of people.

Moreover, it is not a time of peace. Thousands of bald eagles die every day because of their weirdness and freedom. It is not difficult to cover up the blood sacrifice of thousands of people.

The problem is that the Blood Sacrifice of Thousands of People can be done by weirdness, by cults, by extraordinary, or even by big capitalists, but it must not be done by officials.

Once the official does this kind of thing, it is tantamount to giving his own handle to this kind of intelligent weirdness.

If it spreads, the entire social system might fall apart.

Douglas' refusal aroused the dissatisfaction of Feathered Serpent.

"You humans have a population of billions, and the number of people who die in this country every day is more than a few thousand. So what if you share some blood sacrifices?"

"The ancient blood sacrifices of the same kind prayed to me for good weather, and now you can also pray to me for help with blood sacrifices.

Even the number of blood sacrifices is enough, maybe I can get rid of that lighthouse for you. "

Feathered Serpent God's tone lowered quietly, and the simple words under the interference of will were full of invisible temptation.

At this moment, Douglas even had the urge to respond.

He knew exactly what price the bald eagle had paid to blockade the lighthouse.

But in the end, it was the rationality in his mind and the dim kerosene lamp that had been protecting him all the time overcame the impulse.

"No!"

Douglas shook his head slowly in response.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Feathered Serpent God's eyes, and the image reflected in the scarlet vertical pupils was slowly erased.

Chapter 294 Chapter 280 Chapter IX Barbarism and Civilization

The atmosphere in the hall began to freeze, Feathered Serpent looked at the Transcendents present, as if looking for sacrifices for himself.

"As...a god, why are you obsessed with blood sacrifices?"

Feeling the chilling gaze of Feathered Serpent God, Douglas asked in a deliberate tone.

"I am originally an ancient god in the barbaric era. I have been sacrificed by human blood for thousands of years, and then I was cut off by the blood sacrifice in the catastrophe. Why not seek blood sacrifice after recovering?"

Feathered Serpent God's voice was low and pointed.

Douglas frowned, trying to persuade.

"Blood sacrifice is just a practice of barbarians who have not entered the civilized class in the barbaric era. In this more advanced civilization era, this barbaric practice should be swept into the garbage dump of history.

You enjoy human sacrifices as gods, and you should change this kind of immoral and barbaric living sacrifices with the development of civilization. "

The Feathered Serpent suddenly stopped wandering in the hall, its huge head looked down at Douglas, its scarlet golden vertical pupils were full of contempt and disdain.

"You say that thousands of years ago people were barbaric, but today's people are civilized, so what exactly is your definition of barbarism and civilization?"

Douglas groaned slightly.

"In modern society we have higher moral standards than in barbaric times."

"The moral standard you are talking about is that the few who control the wealth oppress the many?

The moral standard you are talking about is plundering the world in the name of so-called freedom?

The moral standard you are talking about is to use the ugliest means to fiddle with the fate of other countries and races?

Fighting, hatred, discrimination, greed, modern humans have more negative emotions in one day than the barbarians in your eyes in a lifetime. "

"Your so-called moral standards are nothing more than restricting the framework of civilization you think to those barbarians, looking down on them with self-righteous arrogance.

When you see the so-called relics of civilization and feel the barbarity and blood, you can exclaim in your own language, 'This is really barbaric', just to show your sense of superiority. "

Every word of the Feathered Serpent God seems to have a magic power that penetrates directly into the heart, making Douglas subconsciously follow his words and start thinking.

"Our modern civilization has created technology, we have conquered the sky, we have conquered the sea, we have conquered nature.

With such an advanced civilization, we naturally have the right to overlook the barbaric civilization. "

The flame of the quaint kerosene lamp in his hand swayed slightly, and Douglas's thoughts also surged, and he subconsciously retorted.

"is it?"

The low, mocking tone sounded again, and the huge body of the Feathered Serpent hovered in the hall again as the voice fell.

Douglas only saw that everything around him began to change, and the luxurious banquet hall gradually disappeared, replaced by a rough sea.

The dark and invisible sky dyed the ocean into a black color, and thunder and lightning flashed amidst the clouds in the sky. The thunder, like a god holding a sharp weapon, tore a large piece of the sky, exposing everything on the black ocean.

The waves rolled, and the huge tornado that directly connected the sky and the ocean was like a pillar of optimism, setting off waves hundreds of meters high.

Millions of tons of ocean waves slapped towards the sea surface with infinite oppression, crushing all possible creatures.

Under the scene of the end of the world, everything that human beings are proud of is so insignificant.

Even the most stalwart city and the most powerful fortifications cannot withstand the slamming waves of a hundred meters high.

The immersive scene impacted Douglas's mind, and human's fear of the majestic world began to be awakened from the genes.

However, what really terrified Douglas was the golden figure at the intersection of the sea and the sky in this doomsday scene.

In the middle of the storm, the feathered snake god hovering like an oriental dragon collided with the blond god man holding a trident, and the whole world seemed to tremble under the mighty power of the two gods.

The so-called Qingtian Storm and World Extinguishing Wave are just the product of their fighting.

Immersed in this majestic scene, Douglas's soul seems to be completely integrated into this picture.

Suddenly, the quaint kerosene lamp in Douglas' hand seemed to be extinguished suddenly, and the originally small flame was barely visible.

Endless darkness struck in an instant, the unknown creeping in the shadows, the terrifying spying outside the void, and even the ubiquitous first law of the spirit world sent messages from the spirit world.

The erosion of the abyss unfolded in an instant, the entanglement of hair turned into tentacles that climbed randomly, the disgusting stench flowed from the flesh and blood, chaos gradually replaced confusion, and black spots appeared on the soul.

The deep abyss erosion instantly made Douglas wake up from the previous scene. The moment Douglas was awake, the dim yellow flame brightened again, dispelling the boundless darkness around him and the abyss erosion that went straight into the soul.

Anger flashed again in Feathered Serpent God's eyes, and his scarlet vertical pupils fixedly stared at the dim kerosene lamp, as if he wanted to tear it up completely.

But as Douglas woke up, the anger in Feathered Serpent's eyes subsided, and turned into that detached and contemptuous gesture again.

Douglas didn't notice the abnormality that he experienced on his body. Even if he felt the cold sweat drenching his clothes, he only thought it was affected by the shock of the scene, and didn't think about it at a deeper level.

Looking at Feathered Serpent again, Douglas's eyes were cautious, replacing the previous implicit modern civilization's sense of superiority over ancient creatures out of time.

That scene expressed the will of the Feathered Serpent God.

There may not be as huge a gap between the so-called barbaric civilization and modern civilization as he imagined.

Because the seemingly backward civilization has the will of the gods to protect all living beings.

The so-called morality and technology are like floating clouds in the eyes of the gods.

He would not completely believe in the picture shown by the Feathered Serpent God, but even if the Feathered Serpent God could control one percent of its power, it would still be a powerful existence beyond the extraordinary realm.

And unlike most of the natural disaster-level weirdness that cannot communicate, Feathered Serpent seems to show a strong autonomy, which allows Douglas to see something deeper.

While thinking secretly in his heart, Feathered Serpent God spoke again.

"The modern civilization that you think is superior and can crush the barbaric is only based on your understanding of the mundane.

Even the most terrifying weapon in the hands of human beings cannot resist the will of the gods who control the rules.

Only the gods are the promoters of true civilization, and everything you know is just falsehood. "

Feathered Serpent's tone was full of divine temptation, constantly inspiring the passages of words and the pictures that had been quietly integrated into Douglas's mind before.

On the kerosene lamp, the dim light fluctuated again.

Darkness crept in and seemed ready to wake Douglas from his hypnosis in the same way.

But at this moment, in the scarlet vertical pupils of the Feathered Serpent God, the reflection of an old and dark palm slowly opened, holding the dim yellow flame in the feathered snake god's eyes.

Chapter 295 Chapter 290 The First Human Saint

"finally come!"

The moment the old and dark palm appeared in the scarlet vertical pupils of the Feathered Serpent God, both Baige and Asoyou sensed it, and turned their gazes to the unknown place in the south.

The difference between the two is that Baige has been waiting for this person's attack for a long time, while Aso You is because of the induction brought by the personality of the saint in the world.

The scenery in his eyes was passing by quickly, and when everything was blurred in Baige's eyes, only the dazzling light in the south was still shining brightly.

At this point, the vast spiritual world that was undergoing transformation stopped functioning, and the first law of the spiritual world turned into an invisible giant eye to look at the real world.

With the help of the eye of law constructed by the first law of the spirit world, Bai Ge's sight spanned layers of space, and finally landed in an ancient dense forest.

Primitive tribes, stone buildings, and an altar built with wild beast bones, an old man wearing a colorful feather crown and holding a gold-carved feathered serpent staff is sitting cross-legged on the altar.

The distinctive costumes, the totems of civilization that can be seen everywhere, and the staff of the Feathered Serpent God all revealed the identity of the dark-skinned old man in front of him.

The real owner of this land is the Indian priest who gave birth to the ancient civilization.

The old priest looked very old, his loose skin and the gloomy look in his pupils seemed to tell Bai Ge that he seemed to be dying at any moment.

In this old priest, Baige could not see a trace of spiritual fluctuations, a decayed soul and a strong breath of death lingered around him.

Even if Bai Pavilion did not use the first law of the spirit world, at first glance, he might think that the old priest in front of him would be an ordinary person.

But it was this ordinary-looking old priest who stretched out his trembling and skinny hand to hold the phantom of the kerosene lamp in front of him, which was exactly the same as Douglas's.

The palm passed through the illusory kerosene lamp shade, and the dim yellow flame was easily held by the old and dark palm and extinguished.

Everything looks ordinary, but the premise is to ignore the black hole in the center of the old priest's dark and old palm, which is constantly eroding towards the outside.

The hiss of flesh and blood emanated from the black void, accompanied by traces of corruption trying to corrode the old priest's body.

But with the passage of time, the black void and traces of corruption did not have the slightest intention to expand, but were completely suppressed by this decayed flesh.