Chapter 374 In the Name of Revenge

Nothing like this had ever happened to Yan Futi, and the largest super sect on the continent had encountered the biggest onlookers in history. Don't underestimate the power of onlookers, it makes many truths come to light, and makes the people involved reveal their true faces under the watchers.

The Sea of Tribulation is said to have been called the Sea of Tribulation because it was covered with a large number of human and aquatic corpses after the Doomsday Plague.

But this time, as the people who crossed the Sea of Tribulation spontaneously followed, and as the ice road on the sea extended, more and more people joined the ranks of the people who went to the Mirigan sect, so that people looked down from the sky, and the endless flow of people was dense like ants.

In the Mirigen sect, all the people gathered in the high-rise buildings of the city of Shuaikua, or in the mountains or on the high ground, looking solemnly at the crowds in the heavens or on the ground that stretched like a tide.

They are not because of shock, but because of fear. Because they all heard what the pig slayer said to the whole world. They know that the day of reckoning has come.

With the power of many families gathered, the ancient thermal weapons found in various ruins, and all kinds of great swords in their hands, even if they are ants in the eyes of pig killers, they will never wait for death when death comes.

Death will also die a heroic death, and death will also die vigorously. The ancestors conquered the entire continent, and there were always only heroic souls who died in battle, and there were no cowards waiting for death.

And as their family members or the elderly, especially those women, when they saw such a scene, they were all scared and cried. They want to escape, but maybe the family with a background has such an ancient flying machine in half a piece, but it is a fool's dream to want to run with everyone for their lives.

Many women are crying:

"Why, why punish us like this?"

"Why doesn't the Sect Master want to think of a way?"

"Oh, cake buyers, have pity on your people—"

"We want to live—"

"No one has the right to harm God's people—"

But no matter how loud the howl is, even if the cry and prayer are earth-shattering and tragic, it cannot shake the determination to kill the pigs.

On the contrary, while these women and children were crying, praying, and even cursing, the scene of countless sects being slaughtered and exterminated by the Mirigen Sect flashed in front of the eyes of the pig killer. His anger was as unending as his sorrow.

Nima, when your men or sons or fathers return from the battlefield, when you welcome the return of your heroes with flowers and wine, and give them fanatical kisses and the highest honors, have you ever thought that they have come on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood?

Have you ever thought that the tip of their knife is still dripping with the blood of the people of other sects?

This kind of paralyzing thing is about to befall you, and you feel cruel, and you can't stand it, and you want to ask why?

Can you be more shameless and cheeky?

At this time, the heavenly and earthly forces had reached the edge of the Mirigan sect's sphere of influence. The pig killer stopped his advance, looking down on the earth and the desperate people of the Miligen sect on the land.

The pig killer looked expressionlessly at the Immortal and the Dou Huang around him whose faces had turned into white paper.

Fakhdil and old Rhodes looked at each other, bitterness and sadness like a tide. But they didn't have the ability to stop this qiē, and the only one who could stop it was the Immortal Sect Master.

However, he still looked at the sky, although his fist-clenched hands trembled, but he never made eye contact with the pig, and there was no hint of begging for mercy.

The sneer of the pig slaughtered and looked down on the night owls on the earth, and a deep voice resounded in the sky.

"Sue me, how many of the original people of your clan are there, and how many are still alive now?"

The night owl was shocked, his eyes were cracked, and the corners of his mouth were bloody. His tears instantly fell majestically, and he looked up to the sky and roared angrily:

"Back to my lord, my clan had a population of 54 million three hundred years ago, and now-haha, hahaha, my lord, including me, there are only one hundred and thirteen people left."

The pig killer carried his hands and looked at the immortal.

Disdain and contempt appeared on Tie Qing's face, and he raised his head and continued to look at the sky.

The pig-killer's gaze turned to Fakdil: "Give me a reason why the Night Owls must be exterminated!"

Fakhdil smelled a strong murderous aura from the faint voice of killing the pig, and he shuddered involuntarily, lowered his eyes, and did not dare to face it.

The pig killer snorted coldly, facing all the people of the Miligan Sect on the earth: "Give me a reason why the Night Stalkers must be exterminated—"

All the people of the Mirigan sect fell silent for an instant.

But this silence was short-lived.

At this moment a beautiful woman was crying and howling, "What does this have to do with us, and why take revenge on our women and children?"

The pig killer scolded himself with a dirty word, looked at this beautiful woman who was crying like a tearful person, and said: "What you said is really right, how innocent is a woman, how innocent is a child, how innocent is the old and weak?"

A strange smile suddenly appeared on the face of the pig killer, and he looked down at the earth: "Night owl, please tell me, how many women are there, how many children, how many are old people?"

The night owl looked up to the sky and laughed briefly: "Ha! Of the one hundred and thirteen people of our clan who are still alive, there is not a single woman, not a single child, not a single old man, because—"

The night owl suddenly cried to the ground with weakness all over his body: "Because they can't run fast, the adults roar and roar—"

The night owl roared out this sentence, and suddenly got up from the ground with a bone, pointing at the immortal and roaring wildly:

"And the Mirigen Sect, can't you give a reason to exterminate our clan now, you stinky, you are paralyzed, and you are embarrassed to ask a woman how innocent a child is, how innocent is the old and weak, how innocent is there no woman in my clan, no children, no old man? How shameless is it for you to ask such a thing? How cruel is it? What a beast or a beast is not as good as a beast?"

"Beast—"

"Beasts are better than—"

The roars of the thieves surged like a wave of rage, and the powers of the other sects and mortals who followed were all ignited by this scene.

"When did our sect have an extermination weapon that threatened the survival of mankind? If there is, you Miligan Sect also has it, but Nima actually guessed or simply wanted to occupy our territory that still had some resources, and Nima killed our sect master and drove our clan to the depths of the wasteland, what about your humanity?"

", how many sects and populations have you killed in the Myrigen Sect for tens of thousands of years with such and such excuses? If there are not 10 billion, are there billions? What is the difference between you and those crazy beasts of the Kusang Sect?"

"Before the apocalypse, it was recorded that the population reached an unprecedented 11 billion, but after a catastrophe, less than a billion people survived, and what did you Mirigen Sect do?

"Kill the shameless Milligans—"

"Destroy these dog-day beasts—"

"Revenge, revenge, revenge—"

All the men, women, and children of the Mirigan Sect trembled in the roar of the people of the other sects. They knew all the history of the Miligan sect that had brought them glory, and they even knew that the vast majority of the exterminated sects and populations were innocent.

But their historians have always been able to put a righteous hat on their killings, and they have always been able to write down without guilt those reasons that simply do not stand up to scrutiny and scrutiny.

They were willing to believe that what the writers said was true, even if they had doubted it, but they had not questioned or verified it.

On the contrary, they have enjoyed the benefits of conquest and slaughter for generations, and everyone, including the innocent women, children and old people who look pitiful, have deliberately forgotten the owners of these things in the distribution of plundered wealth and enjoyed their blood and tears.

They are a bunch of human moths fed by the blood and lives of others, but they are powerful.

History, on the other hand, has always been written by the victors.

The pig slaughtered his hand and stopped everyone's roar.

He looked at the Immortal: "Immortal Sect Master, what do you say?"

Stay up and sneer: "Now that you have the gun and the pen, what can I say?"

At this moment of killing the pig, he was so angry that he calmed down. Nima, you hard-mouthed ha, in the face of the people of the whole world, in the face of the roar of revenge, Nima, you still don't change, Lao Tzu really convinces you!

The pig killer ignored him, looked down at the crowd on the ground, and sighed:

"Revenge is a noble sentiment!

The pig killer looked again at all the people of the Mirigan sect.

"There may be people among you who have always been against killing and pillage, well, the so-called anti-war people. These anti-war activists do not have to face the fury of revenge. So give you an hour to stay away from the war maniacs and those who benefit from the war and support it."

For a moment, the city of Shuaikua, the most populous city of the Miligan sect, was immediately in chaos, and those who were unarmed and at least questioned the controversial nature of the war immediately dispersed. And some people who weren't good people in the first place tried to escape in the crowd. But they underestimate the anger of these people who still have a little bit of kindness. Those who tried to be confused were cursed, driven away, and even beaten by the anti-war people around them, and looked so lonely and helpless and pathetic in the crowd.

The Immortal Sect Master had closed his eyes now, and his trembling fists made him look really pitiful.

The sigh of killing the pig: "When you come out to mix, you always have to pay it back, who said this?"

For an hour, the people of the Myrigen sect felt as if tens of thousands of years had passed. About a tenth of the anti-war activists fled the city and the mountaintops, but the cultivators who did not bother to flee and even felt that it would be better to die in battle than to watch the demise of the Mirigen Sect still gathered together in grief and indignation.

They waited for those of their sect who left them to stay away, even if they were anti-war people, they were also their people, and survival was hope.

At this time, Brother Sanniao was asking Mr. Bi: "I said the second brother, do you think you should let the people of the Miligan Sect live so much?"

Mr. Bi rolled his eyes: "You should ask your servant this!"

Brother Sanniao immediately asked, "I said Xiao Jianjian, what do you think?"

Xiao Jianjian gritted his teeth and said: "I think that if you don't cut the grass and remove the roots, the spring breeze will blow and grow!"

Brother Sanniao was surprised: "Nima, you murderous enough, you mean to question your little uncle's decision?"

Xiao Jianjian immediately said: "The angle is different, it doesn't matter who is right and who is wrong!"

The corners of Mr. Bi's mouth twitched: "When can you turn a corner with your straight-line thinking, is it very comfortable to be surpassed by a servant?"

Without waiting for Brother Sanniao to jump, Mr. Bi said again: "Mr. Bi believes that a team that has not experienced actual combat is not a good fighter. ”

Brother Three Birds was teleported and choked back the words he was about to scold. Nima, do you want to bring the demon clan to the battlefield for training?

At this time, the time for the pig killer to watch has come, and those anti-war people have basically stayed away. So he moved his hand, and the "Gate of Glory" appeared in the air.

In the name of revenge, the killing is about to begin.