Chapter 1050 Time of Confusion

In another city, several men and women who were extremely anxious under the siege and attack of raging monsters gathered in a corner, looking out of the hiding place from time to time.

They are Extraordinary, Extraordinary who survived this unknown catastrophe.

As Extraordinary, as low-sequence Extraordinary, they don't know why such a thing happened.

But, there's nothing they can do about it.

In that group of monsters, in the world under the scarlet sky, being able to survive was already the result of their efforts.

They knew the horror of those blood-colored monsters, and they also knew that there were other monsters stronger than those twisted monsters wandering outside.

However, these monsters are the only ones they can fight against.

Every time you go out to find food, one person must die.

With only six left, they only have six chances left.

Whoever attracts the attention of those blood-colored monsters, the remaining five will try their best to abandon him/her.

In this cruel and dangerous situation, no one has extra mercy.

Or

Those who have the extra compassion to act are already dead, eliminated under the absolute terror that cannot be resisted.

The dangerous situation broke the trust between them.

The dangerous situation crushed their humanity.

The dangerous situation makes their most primitive animal side show vividly.

Primitive animal nature that is desperate for self-preservation.

It was at this time that they heard a loud noise.

The sound of footsteps gradually becoming clear came from far and near, reaching the ears of several people hiding together.

rush!

Almost at the moment when the first footsteps sounded in the team, the six people took steps in unison, and fled in several directions different from the source of the sound.

No one wants to be the dead this time.

However, one of them, without knowing why, stopped in his tracks.

As if feeling something, he turned his head and saw a figure in his red eyes.

It was a little girl.

A little girl he seemed to have seen before.

She held a strange book in her hand. In the book, there was a scene of a man dressed as a bard and a few crows around the fire.

He stared at the little girl, at the little girl's indifferent eyes.

The little girl who seemed familiar also looked at him.

However, at this moment, thick, blood-colored, thorny vines emerged from behind him.

The moment he realized it, bloody vines had bound his body.

Man, Kapal subconsciously used his abilities.

However, at the moment when his "knight" ability was used, the thorns and vines tied to his body seemed to become even crazier.

And the little girl holding the book just looked at him indifferently.

help me!

Kapal really wanted to shout this sentence, but the thorns of flesh and blood had pierced his throat and pierced his vocal cords, so that he could only make the ho-ho sound of the gushing blood as the air flow passed by.

In desperation, feelings of resentment and hatred surfaced, but there was also a strange feeling.

Finally, he saw the little girl who was not attacked move.

"You are not a 'knight'."

The other party turned around and disappeared from his field of vision without him noticing it at all.

Consciousness gradually sank, Kapal's body with red eyes gradually dissolved, and his body shape gradually changed to a reptile-like posture.

However, after tearing apart a few vines, this small blood dragon with condensed flesh and blood was soon pierced by several thorny vines that reappeared.

Before his consciousness completely disappeared, Kapal seemed to find that in his body, the scorching power he was familiar with, the boiling blood that belonged to the family's glory, disappeared.

The target of the thorny vines was the boiling blood in his body.

At the end of his life, Kapal, who realized this, had a smile of understanding and unwillingness on his already inhuman face, and fell into the darkness completely.

In the blood-colored vines running through his body, a black crack was torn open, behind the dark shadow, an eyeball loomed.

The same scene appears again and again in all directions and everywhere in the material world.

The figure of the little girl holding the book appeared again and again in various places, watching all kinds of people being killed in desperate resistance time and time again.

I saw the strange eyeballs emerging from the dark crack again and again.

However, neither side took any confrontational action at all.

The little girl just looked at the black eyeballs manipulating all kinds of things and tearing everything apart.

The eyeballs behind the shadows also let the little girl watch what happened.

but

Just as those manipulated blood-colored vines pierced a figure again, and when they showed despair, fear and resentment, the little girl suddenly turned her head.

Another figure appeared in her field of vision.

"The Tamer of Light".

As if introducing himself, the other party said a word to her, then stood beside her, silently watching this scene happen:

"Should we thank this one, or should we hate this one?"

The inquiry sounded, but the little girl showed no expression:

"Just a handy tool."

Her response made the figure smile:

"Yeah, it's just a handy tool. Without this, we will just continue to sink into the sea of ​​ignorance as a member of countless people until we completely melt away and merge with the will of others."

"Other than being a former professional and being able to resonate with the residue of the gods, there is no unique meaning."

"But it is also because of this that we wake up from the sinking sea, helpless and hopeless, chained in the tower, and become part of the plan of the one"

Having said this, the man laughed:

"Even our hatred or our gratitude will be part of helping that one complete his plan."

After the complicated expression was revealed, the man glanced at the little girl:

"You said, the wizard who thinks he is hated is just a part of the plan."

The moment these words came out, the little girl finally raised her head, glanced at the man, and then opened the book in her hand.

On the above, a kind of words and sentences with a square character combination as a whole are revealed:

"Humans, or intelligent life, are often easily confused about the process and purpose of their actions."

"It's also often confused by the people who do it themselves."

"Take the process as the goal, and the goal as the process."

"Emotions can affect the weight of subjective impressions in the judgment process. If you master this point, it is easy to bring the rhythm."

"Idiots are idiots, an inherent flaw in emotional creatures like humans."

That person can understand these words, and can also understand what she wants to express from the little girl's action, or what she wants to express to herself.

Seeing these descriptions, the man suddenly laughed:

"Hahaha, yes, that person doesn't care what we are like at all, a group of tools that are conveniently used to achieve their goals, because of their own experiences, they think that others are purposely friendly and hating to themselves."

The man's eyes fell on the last line of text on the page, and he read the somewhat awkward language:

"passionate"

Unstoppable laughter came out of his mouth, echoing on the earth covered by the bloody sky.