Teach the Terrans their extraordinary powers.

This is certainly not the kindness of the elves.

In fact, they have only taught the most superficial, crude, and physically harmful supernatural methods to the Terrans.

Completely use the Terrans as a one-time consumable.

Most of the truth, goodness, and beauty of the elves are only aimed at their own kindred.

For those Terrans who don't even live for a hundred years, in their minds, there is not much difference between the Terrans and the livestock they raise.

A large number of Terrans, who died in the war.

The population of the Terrans began to die out in great numbers.

"Actually, you can go the gentler way. It can even be taught directly to the human race. Why did you choose this and most cruel method?" Princess Boya asked Feng Lin.

She's not human, she's just a mass of energy.

But she has empathy.

She was also appalled by the cruelty of the war, and the senseless sacrifices of the great Terrans.

The world is enclosed.

The Terran was created by Li Zhishu and Bai Xiaotian.

But that doesn't mean that these Terrans should be puppets in their hands, left to their own devices.

This is related to the fact that parents give birth to children, which does not mean that they can manipulate their children's lives at will, or even life and death.

Feng Lin's expression was mixed with heaviness, and his eyes became more and more profound: "If you want to prosper civilization, you must go through the pain of civilization." Without this pain, how can the human race rise?"

"Today, the elves bully the human race like this, and wait until the rise of the human race in the future, and then come to capture the elves, sell them as slaves, and play with them wantonly. It became cause and effect. ”

This is like, in the ancient flood period, the human race was the ration of the demons.

After the human race completely sits in the world, the demons hide in the mountains and forests, and they still have to face the pursuit and killing of the people in the cultivators.

This kind of injustice, which seems to be unfair in a short moment, is actually a kind of justice from heaven.

The cause of the past, the effect of today.

Today's fruit, tomorrow's cause.

The cycle of cause and effect is endless, and there is the continuous continuation and development of all things in this world.

Feng Lin is now the way of heaven, not a chivalrous man who draws his sword angrily when the road is uneven.

He couldn't have thought about all the issues simply, plainly.

With a flip of his palm, under the guidance of Feng Lin, the Death God System began to operate.

They attract the souls who are about to die between heaven and earth, and draw them to the kingdom of the dead.

Then use the feathers to focus on the soul.

Those souls who have a strong faith will be drawn into their kingdom by the true God they believe in.

Start a whole new journey.

Of course, that's not necessarily a good thing.

When the soul enters the kingdom of God, it can enjoy the peace of the kingdom of God forever.

However, he also lost all opportunities to fight for himself.

If the gods fall, the kingdom of the gods will crumble.

Those souls who are intoxicated with the peace of the kingdom of God will also die out completely.

In the realm of the dead, souls whose souls are too light will be thrown into the river of the dead.

They will endure a long time in this river of suffering, until they have washed away their sins and will embark on a new journey.

And those souls that weigh more than feathers will determine their whereabouts by what they did in life.

Some have the option of becoming residents of the land of the dead.

And for others, you can choose to spend everything in this life and embark on another life journey.

In the current kingdom of the dead, the real master is Wang Yu.

In this world, in the long years, under Feng Lin's deliberate cultivation, he has already condensed a powerful godhead.

Death and reincarnation are only part of the priesthood of his Godhead.

The world was turned upside down, and wars and killings caused mass deaths, so that the gods of the death line, began to grow rapidly stronger.

Their divine power became abundant, and their figures began to spread to all corners of this world.

Of course, they are also like spectators of the whole world.

Never meddle in any struggle, just silently watch, and then harvest the soul of the loser.

"Father!" the eight-year-old son, looking at his twenty-year-old father, fell under the orc's steel sword, and let out a cry of blood.

Just about half an hour ago, this eight-year-old child had just witnessed his grandfather, who was in his thirties, having half of his head cut off with a knife.

The surging angry blood was spinning wildly in the body of an eight-year-old child.

His body was swollen irregularly, and the muscles on his body were like they were about to explode.

But this terrifying force was still barely restrained in his body.

The elves taught the Terrans the Blood Boiling Curse.

This is a spell that casts spells without mana.

The reference is to the life force in the human body.

At the cost of burning life force, an ordinary person can have a certain degree of extraordinary combat effectiveness in a very short period of time.

But it will also burn people out.

After a battle, even if you are lucky enough to survive.

will also become a waste person whose body is more fragile than cinder.

However, man is wise after all.

After countless people, it ended at the cost of sacrificing lives.

The power obtained at the cost of burning life force was passed on by them with blood as a bond.

When the father dies, then the life force is burned, and part of the power obtained will be passed on to the son or daughter.

In this way, generation after generation, one day, there will be a person who will obtain the power of the most powerful and domineering, but he will firmly bind this power in his body, and exert the ultimate power of these generations of sacrifice and inheritance of the power of the bloodline.

It is not just the Boiling Blood Spell that has been developed, evolved, and changed.

There are many other similar means.

People are summed up in sacrifice and realized through death.

From the flames of war, we have extracted the method that is truly suitable for the human race and leads to a powerful method.

The flower of hope blooms forever, as if it is never clear where the light is in the eternal night.

Feng Lin silently withdrew his gaze.

Then he quietly moved his fingers.

The orc who slashed at the eight-year-old child, suddenly a certain function appeared in his body, and his body stiffened for a moment.

The eight-year-old child, seizing the opportunity, stabbed the orc in the throat with a stone knife.

He survived.

Out of something he couldn't understand and know, a moment of pity.

He might be able to pass on the power of that bloody blood.

Probably not.

Intervening was meaningless to Feng Lin.

However, he is a human being after all, not a cold-blooded Heavenly Dao with a core.

He can push for killing, but he can't turn a blind eye to killing.

Perhaps, this is what I should feel! Comprehend the laws and operation of the Heavenly Dao, but also maintain people's conscience and bottom line. Feng Lin sighed quietly.

Then, on that crazy battlefield, some small changes and accidents became a little too frequent.