The Abyss Of The Worlds Devil

Chapter 520

【Holy Blood Angel Legion】

San Giles heard the babble in his ear again.

That feeling made him a little dizzy.

And countless future scenes, along with the chattering, passed into his brain.

Among them, there are scenes where he was killed by Devil in the subspace to protect his subordinates, there are scenes where he was conspired to die by an alien assassin, and there are even scenes where he died at the hands of his brothers and even the emperor…

His own various methods of death rushed into his mind.

“You shouldn’t just die like this. Be loyal to me, you will get everything.”

Faced with this bewitching from a distant unknown place, San Giles refused again: “Impossible.”

Without paying attention to his refusal, the voice said in a deep and hoarse voice on its own:

“You and your heirs are clearly eager to kill and blood from the bottom of their hearts, but because of ideas, they force their own instincts to be suppressed…

That kind of action is totally meaningless!

Listening to what you desire and enjoying the senses it brings will make you stronger…”

San Giles knew that what the other party said was actually a genetic defect in himself and his children.

That is called [Blood Thirsty].

The specific source is unknown.

But its existence makes them extremely bloodthirsty and eager for actions such as drinking blood and eating meat.

Once you are obsessed with it, you will become a lunatic and a beast!

It is for this reason that before San Giles took over the [Holy Blood Angels Legion], the [Holy Blood Angels Legion] was also called the [Ghoul Legion] and suffered a lot of criticism!

It wasn’t until San Giles used morality and action to influence his own heirs, and then led them to gain the respect of various Star Warrior Legions on various battlefields of the Great Expedition, that name with a strong derogation and contempt disappeared.

At this moment, facing the repeated bewitching of that unknown existence, San Giles also seemed to know that words could not make the other party give up.

He simply didn’t speak any more, and closed his eyes and rested quietly.

“You who have the ability to [foresee] should have already anticipated the imminent doom of the human empire!

You may be able to face Death calmly, but what about your heirs?

[Blood Thirsty] This genetic defect will entangle them forever, and due to your creed, they will always suffer the torment of that desire until they fall into madness…”

The other party’s words still continued…

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[Midnight Lords Legion]

The original gene-Conrad Koz, just woke up from his nightmare with a cold sweat all over his body.

Because of its own [foreseeing] ability.

Once again in his sleep, he saw the Milky Way being burned, the human empire being destroyed, and his own death!

As a gene progenitor, it has the strongest ability to predict, and it is also the most unstable and uncontrollable.

His [foreseeing] ability is like a bad news reminder, only responding to bad news.

Therefore, since his birth, he has seen such a scene almost every once in a while.

Every time it will bring great pressure to his heart and bring him a deep haze!

Coupled with what happened when I was young.

As a direct result, he has a very serious mental illness…

Back then, the planet he was living on was [Nastem], a cloud layer was shrouded by clouds and pollution, and Star was a special dark planet that was permanently in a total solar eclipse.

There is rich mineral resources, even the surface is covered with extremely hard fine gold, so the land where food can be grown is very scarce, and most people can only go hungry.

Also due to the non-light environment of the entire planet, above [Nastem], only the power and the honor can enjoy the light at will.

The civilians at the lower levels can basically only see the light in the factory and the street lights on the roadside.

Therefore, most of their skin is pale, as pale as a frozen corpse, and their eyes are dark black!

This genetic change allows them to adapt to the dark environment!

In addition, in that dark and gloomy environment, [Nastham] is also full of all kinds of hard crimes.

The upper class used what can be called a squeeze method to throw civilians into the foundry for long-term labor. In every corner, kidnapping, extortion, and murder are extremely rampant, just like some very ordinary daily activities!

Moreover, the methods used by [Nastham] to maintain the population basically rely on violence and suicide.

This has also directly led to the fact that Conrad Zi, who had been living there as a young boy, had to face the scarcity of resources and the malice of the same kind alone for a long period of time, and he had experienced countless dangers. Dilemma!

In some cases of unavoidable circumstances, you must hide in the corner and rely on devouring the corpses of the same kind to make a living!

That feeling is like a bat hiding in a dark cave!

When he became an adult, because of his own tragic experience when he was young, Conrad Koz was extremely disgusted with sin in all senses.

He thinks all sinners deserve to die!

It has nothing to do with the severity of the crime, theft, murder, robbery…

It also has nothing to do with the offender’s age, sex, education level…

As long as you commit a crime, then all deserve the death penalty!

That is their only verdict!

As a superhuman gene primitive, Conrad Kotz is different from the keyboard man who can only move his mouth. He is fully capable of putting his own ideas into reality.

Therefore, under his extreme justice, the residents of [Nastham] finally lived a frightening peaceful life at the cost of losing their freedom.

No one dared to do things indiscriminately, and no one dared to talk indiscriminately.

In the midst of the killing, Conrad Koz used countless blood to make Nastrom, who is even more Gotham than Gotham, to achieve the true sense of not closing the house at night and not picking up on the road!

At this moment, sitting on the side of the bed, after taking a few breaths.

Conrad Koz suddenly saw a small statue from the corner of his eye.

That is a statue of the emperor.

Without hesitation, Conrad Koz waved his hand casually, and the statue was immediately smashed to pieces.

He hates the emperor, he hates it!

Relying on his own [foreseeing] ability, Conrad Koz knew very well that in the emperor’s plan, his own group of genetic primitives, and even the army of interstellar warriors under the command of himself and others, were all victims of the human empire. .

And the only reason why he listened to the emperor’s orders was nothing to do with family affection, just to practice own justice!

Sacrificing a few people and saving the majority is reasonable and acceptable in his view.

At the same time, he who had just destroyed the statue was also a little puzzled in his heart.

Why is there a statue of the emperor in the own room?

At this time, a burst of joking words suddenly came into his ears.

“Do you really want to accept own destiny like this?”

“Being sacrificed, being killed… This is really sad.”

Hearing that, after taking a casual glance at the empty room around, Conrad Koz replied indifferently:

“As long as the goal can be achieved, then I don’t care.”

The voice immediately retorted relentlessly: “But you are not reconciled, more just out of helplessness. People who can survive in [Nastham] can’t die willingly!”