Chapter 909 The Civilized Gravekeeper (First Update!)

"Drip drip drip..."

Cold water flowed down Nedzasa's scarred body.

The piercingly cold water seemed to relieve Nedzasa's burning wounds a little.

He slowly exhaled a breath of hot air and quietly looked at the natural pool in front of him, which was shrouded in a faint mist.

This is the depths of the wilderness far away from civilization, and it is difficult for creatures living in civilized areas to set foot.

Of course, Nedzasa prefers to give that civilized area another name-"Sheepfold"...

The Sacre people do not know the truth of the world they dominate and rule.

They are cheerful and greedy, they are happy and demanding.

They think they are the only rulers of this planet...

But Nedzasa knows what is real...

Perhaps it is a world-destroying planet from the universe, or a sudden death plague.

Even, it was indescribable slaughter and even killing...

Life was like a lamb to be slaughtered, blood, wailing, struggling...

"Plop..."

Nedzasa jumped directly into the freezing cold pool, trying hard to control his emotions.

In order not to let the hatred and pain that surged in his memory make him lost.

After escaping from the disaster that destroyed the entire mother planet, Nedzasa felt like a soul stripped of flesh and blood.

He wandered among the planets, hunting those chosen by the darkness.

As for real revenge?

That was a fantasy that had never appeared in Nedzasa's dreams.

Just because he knew what he was facing...

He walked alone in the shadow of civilization, carrying out a revenge that was more like a kind of "metabolism" for the other party.

Or it could be said that it was a vent for the hatred and pain in his heart that had nowhere to go.

What do those mortals who tried to trace the deep darkness really know?

They were just greedy and blind, and had no idea what consequences their actions would lead to.

Killing them was more like shoveling away the soil from a fire.

The flames finally engulfed everything, and the tiny partition was ultimately useless...

But that was the only thing Nidzasa could do, and it was also the spiritual belief that supported him to continue to survive.

Nidzasa couldn't help but think of the existence that gave him everything now.

The other party lamented the current situation of him and his people, but was powerless to change it all.

The other party said that he could take him away to another, less desperate world.

Nidzasa refused this redemption that countless people crave for when the sudden disaster or massacre comes.

According to the customs of their people, he buried his broken teeth in the bottom of the valley.

Therefore, his soul also lives there.

Under the cold water, the biting cold made Nidzasa seem to have some hallucinations.

He remembered the Sacre girl he had seen during the day.

She sat in the heavily guarded adventure machine, watching him from afar.

Her eyes, as bright as stars, were filled with vigilance and compassion.

Nedzasa stood in the bushes and looked at her, his eyes calm and without fluctuation.

If he and his wife were born on a stable planet, his daughter should be this age...

"Puff..."

Nedzasa emerged from the freezing pool, kneaded some herbs, and casually applied some to the wounds on his body.

The irritating herbs made even a tough man like Nedzasa frown slightly.

It was not for healing, but for eliminating something more "harmless" but more dangerous...

The long night is coming...

When the drug took effect, Nedzasa drowsily got into the tree hole filled with fur.

He didn't know if he could survive another long, cold night like countless times before.

The sky was pitch black, without a single ray of light...

He had been stumbling along for too long in such a long night...

He was a little tired, but he couldn't stop.

Once he stopped, even if he was wrapped in "honey" like those Sacre people or other creatures, he would eventually be devoured by endless loneliness.

And at this moment, Nedzasa suddenly blinked his eyes.

He saw a ray of light suddenly appear under the dark sky.

It was not soft and warm.

It was - fire...

Nedzasa was startled, and forced himself to rush out of the tree hole against the effect of the medicine.

Is this planet also destined to be destroyed?

For some reason, the girl he saw in the daytime appeared in front of Nedzasa's eyes.

He and his daughter's face in his memory intertwined in a trance, and then faded away in the increasingly dazzling stars in the long night sky...

Some kind of irrepressible grief and anger filled Nedzasa's chest at this moment.

He didn't like the Sacre people, but he couldn't remain indifferent when facing its overthrow.

And at this moment, the "starlight" became bigger and bigger!

In the absence of other brighter elements to disturb, Nedzasa was able to see the other party's true form:

It was a huge humanoid life outlined by flames, covering the sky and the sun!

Is this the terrifying existence that truly rules this universe?

Nedzasa has never really seen the deep darkness.

He stood there in a daze.

Then, an indescribable emotion made him throw his weapon at the huge figure with all his strength!

The weapon intertwined with strong emotions crossed the dark sky and finally turned into ashes in front of the lingering fire...

He failed to hurt the other party in the end, but attracted the other party's attention.

With his attention, the area around Nedzasa was shrouded in a restless orange light in an instant!

The indescribable death became strong and clear at this moment!

At this moment, Nedzasa suddenly had an extremely strong feeling - this time, his ability that allowed him to escape catastrophes again and again was no longer effective.

There was a moment when Nedzasa suddenly felt relaxed.

He was a little tired after all...

Death, or the easiest relief in this world filled with darkness and despair...

However, after staring at him for a long time, the huge humanoid life turned its eyes away from him.

Nedzasa didn't know that a miracle of some magnitude had already happened to him...

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A civilized gravekeeper...

A lonely bearer...

The great witch withdrew his gaze and was not angry at the other party's ignorant offense.

Although before this, he had never let go of the existence that took the initiative to attack him...

Of course, perhaps the greater reason was the weakness of the other party.

So, Yi Xia's eyes, surrounded by endless flames, examined the land in front of him.

This dark world called "Ling Xizier"...