Alfred looked at Batman who had just returned, and the power armor he was wearing that was painted pink, a girlish color by little Annie using magic, and couldn't help but snicker and tease.
Although Superman's sacrifice and the death of a large number of civilians made everyone feel very depressed, heavy and sad, seeing his master in this state still made him laugh.
Especially the scene with little Annie riding on his head and shaking her ears with her two little hands, almost melted the housekeeper's heart, as if he saw the happy scene of Bruce Wayne getting married, having children and giving birth to the next generation of heirs to the Wayne family after he stopped being Batman.
There's no way around it, when people get older they tend to like children more.
Because it symbolizes rebirth, hope, future and inheritance, which is in stark contrast to their own continuous march towards dusk and death.
In addition, Alfred has played the role of a father since he was very young, so he has always emotionally regarded Bruce as his own son.
For an old father, what could be more comforting than seeing his aging son get married, have children and live a normal life before he dies?
"Don't be ridiculous, Alfred.
You should know how scary and dangerous that cute-looking baby is.
Her father was a terrifying demon who easily defeated the destructive monster that killed Superman, and even blew up the moon and then used unknown abilities to restore it to its original state.
She herself is also a young demon, with enough power to destroy the earth and human civilization in an instant.
The most important thing is that this little guy often doesn't understand what he is doing and the serious consequences of doing so. He is just doing it out of curiosity.
And in my opinion, this is also a potential threat to the father and daughter, and we need to continue to collect information and intelligence to develop a backup plan."
As Bruce Wayne spoke, he took off his helmet that had lost its ears and only had two holes left, and at the same time took off his power mecha that had turned pink.
After doing all this, he ordered without looking back: "Please help me spray the armor with black paint again, otherwise the clown, the riddle man and other guys will laugh to death after seeing it.
Also I need a new Batplane.
Remember to use all the new technologies you get from the power suits.
Our world is becoming increasingly dangerous.
Especially after the sacrifice of Superman Clark Kent, the evil forces hiding in the dark have begun to become restless.
I have already sold my soul, and I have nothing left to trade with.”
"So what are you going to do?"
Alfred asked in a not very sure tone.
“I’m going to build a team.
Diana has made it clear that she wants to join, and Davian has also said that he will continue to obey me until the master has new orders.
They are all very strong, at least much stronger than me in terms of combat power.
Especially the latter, the role he can play when dealing with non-Kryptonians is even greater than that of Superman.
With the help of these two people, I don't think there will be any big problems in the short term.
What we need to do now is to find and recruit more talented people.
Remember the data stolen from Lex Luthor's computer last time? Let's start with the guy in the video."
After saying that, Bruce Wayne, regardless of the fact that he was exhausted both physically and mentally after a whole night of hard work, walked straight to the computer and began to concentrate on his new work.
Because now whenever he has some free time, his mind will involuntarily emerge with the words Superman said when he chose to sacrifice himself, as well as the fearlessness of death revealed in his eyes.
This made him, who had once assumed the greatest malice toward Superman, felt pain and remorse, and he desperately wanted to do something to atone for his sins.
However, just as Batman was busy preparing to form the Justice League, in the cell of Arkham Asylum, a new resident was escorted by guards through a corridor full of iron bars and slowly walked towards his own cell.
He is none other than Lex Luthor, the creator of Doomsday and the man who killed Superman and hundreds of thousands of civilians.
As a genius who was able to plot against Bruce Wayne on Earth in this universe, he was now being watched by countless pairs of eyes, and even received respect from some prisoners.
After all, there are only a handful of people in all of Gotham who can do this.
Perhaps only highly intelligent super criminals like the Joker and the Riddler can compete with the Master.
As for the others, they were basically crushed by Batman in all aspects, from IQ to strength.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! With the sound of heavy footsteps, Lex Luthor finally passed by the prison where the Joker was imprisoned.
Through the cold iron bars, he saw the paint-covered face on the other side that was enough to strike fear into anyone's heart.
"Hahahaha! Welcome!
Welcome!
Dear Lex Luthor.
You put on a great show last night for Gotham and the world.
Whether it is playing with the cute little bat or killing Superman and bringing down this god on earth, it is extremely exciting.
I've started to like you."
The clown grinned and gave the other person a big smile, and clapped his hands hard in applause.
His eyes were so excited and crazy, as if he was stimulated by something.
There is no doubt that, as Zuo Si said, Arkham Asylum is simply unable to hold these super criminals.
Especially the Joker, he obviously has many information channels and can find out what is happening outside at the first time.
It is even possible that he has admirers and followers among the guards and doctors.
Lex Luthor subconsciously stopped, raised the corners of his mouth and revealed a weird smile, took the initiative to bend down and slightly bowed and responded: "It is an honor to be praised by the uncrowned king of Gotham City. But you don't think that last night was the most exciting climax of this show, do you?"
"Oh? Is there any follow-up?"
The clown tilted his head with a curious expression.
"Hark! The bell has tolled, and they have heard it, in the darkness and among the stars.
With the fall of the God of Humanity, there is nothing on Earth that can make them feel afraid.
It won't be long before they come into our world.
Can you imagine how exciting the performance will be?
Hahahahahahaha!"
Lex Luthor was dancing and laughing like a madman, and was then forcibly dragged away by the guards and thrown into another cell at the end of the corridor.
Seeing this scene, the clown's mouth corners began to rise more and more, and his eyes were shining with excitement and anticipation. He slowly took out the contract to sell his soul from under the seat, bit his finger, signed his name on it and began to make a wish.
To him, whether it is his own life or the lives of others, it is nothing but a huge joke.
So he doesn't care whether the world will be destroyed or not, he just wants to have fun as much as he can.
The scene described by Lex Luthor obviously aroused great interest in the Joker.
Now he no longer wants to waste time in Arkham Asylum. Instead, he wants to go out and see and feel the changes in the world after Superman's death, especially the current mental state of Batman, whom he regards as his only peer.
As for his own soul, this complete madman obviously doesn't care at all.
In this way, after obtaining the ownership of Bruce Wayne's soul, Zuo Si easily obtained the ownership of the Joker's soul.
In just a few seconds, the Joker's wish was granted.
It's just that his brain circuits are completely different from those of normal people, so he neither wishes to gain any powerful superpowers nor tries to make himself omniscient and omnipotent.
All they asked for was a room full of cash and gold, as well as mountains of guns, bullets, explosives, knives and shoulder-fired rocket launchers.
Because compared to using powerful superpowers to crush his opponents, the Joker prefers to play with their IQ, psychology and humanity.
As we all know, Gotham is a city of sin.
Anyone who lives here will have some mental problems and potential criminal impulses to a greater or lesser extent.
Especially when the local temptation is great enough, they will not hesitate to throw laws and morals behind and join in a grand carnival.
This is why super criminals like the Joker, Penguin, Riddler, Bane and others can command the support of hundreds of people here.
Obviously, a room full of gold and cash worth tens or even hundreds of billions of dollars can definitely overwhelm the rationality of most people and make them greedy and crazy.
What the Joker is best at is taking advantage of the greed in human nature, causing the guards to start killing each other in order to compete for the huge wealth.
Those weapons were specially prepared to enable them to kill each other more efficiently.
Facts have proved that no one can surpass the Joker, this completely insane lunatic, in his control over the dark side of human nature.
With just a few words, he turned the entire Arkham Asylum into a large-scale real-life chicken-eating game.
From the corridor to the lawn outside, bloodstains and lifeless bodies lying on the ground could be seen everywhere.
The sounds of gunfire, explosions and screams were endless.
The Joker himself walked out of the cell where he was imprisoned like an emperor, without the slightest attachment to the banknotes and gold behind him that were stained with blood.
At this moment, the iron gate leading to the outside had already been completely opened by the guards, and he could finally leave unhindered.
"Hey! Clown! Stop caring about yourself and let me out too. Don't you want to have some fun? I can help you!"
"And me! As long as you let me out, I swear to obey you from now on."
"Honey, I think we can get back together and go back to the sweet and good old days, what do you think?"
"Open the door! I can be the best fighter for whatever you want to do."
…
Suddenly, all the super criminals imprisoned in Arkham Asylum became restless.
Although they don't know where the Joker got so much wealth and weapons, it is certain that the entire Arkham has now fallen into the hands of this madman.
As long as he wanted, he could just move his finger and press a button to open the door of the cage and let himself out.
But unfortunately, the Joker seemed not to hear the people's shouting. He took off his prison uniform and put on a shirt, suit and leather shoes sent by a dead guard.
After changing his clothes, he raised his hand gracefully and looked at his watch. Then he installed a plastic bomb on the controller of the cell door, set the time to five minutes with the electronic detonator, and pressed the start button.
moment!
The ticking countdown sound echoed throughout the entire corridor, making all the prisoners very nervous.
Because they know that the Joker is an absolute lunatic and never cares about the consequences of what he does.
If blowing up the earth would make him happy, then this guy would do it without hesitation.
This is why all the criminals in Gotham City respect and fear him and want to stay away from him at all costs.
After all, no one knows whether the clown who was smiling at you in the last second will shoot you in the head or stab you in the heart with a dagger from behind in the next second.
"Relax, don't be so nervous, I just want to play a game with you, a cat and mouse game that everyone has played before.
See this timer? After five minutes, it will disable the electronic door systems of all cells, in other words, open all the iron doors.
And from what I understand, our mutual old friend Batman will arrive in about eight minutes.
So you will have about three minutes to escape.
Of course, you can also team up and try to defeat or even kill him.
I have prepared enough weapons for you.
Now, let the fun game begin.
Hahahahahaha!"
With a burst of hysterical laughter, the clown disappeared into the darkness.
It was obvious that he used all the prisoners in Arkham Asylum as pawns to buy time for himself.
Otherwise, if only one person escapes, Batman will catch up quickly and won't give him any chance at all.
After all, the Bruce Wayne in this world is not a rookie, but a symbol of fear who has suppressed various super criminals in Gotham City for more than 20 years.
The prisoners in the cell began to curse after realizing the Joker's sinister intentions.
However, considering that they still had three minutes to escape, they quickly connected through the iron gate and formed one team after another.
For example, Poison Ivy got together with Harley Quinn, and the Riddler reached a temporary cooperation intention with the Penguin.
Only Lex Luthor did not react at all. He just stood in his cell and watched everything. He had no intention of escaping at all.
Because he knew that this was the Joker's response to his previous remarks.
What's more, based on what he had done, if he escaped at this time, he would easily be killed by those fanatical believers who regarded Superman as a god, or by the angry citizens who lost their families and friends in the ravages of Doomsday. It would be safer to stay in Arkham.
Just like that, after large areas of the city were razed to the ground and hundreds of thousands of people died, the troubled Gotham City welcomed the return of the Joker and a group of super criminals.
I have to say, the people living here really don't know what sins they committed in their previous life to end up in such a situation in this life.
As for Bruce Wayne, who learned about the Arkham riot, he could only drag his tired body to once again join the ranks of capturing fugitives.
The only thing to be thankful for is that he is no longer alone this time, at least he has Davian, a powerful helper.
In just a few days, except for the Joker and a few smarter guys, most of the criminals returned to their small cells in Arkham.
The reason for such a high arrest efficiency is thanks to the information provided by the gang.
Yes, you read that right, the gangs that rule the streets of Gotham City.
The reason is very simple, that is the benefits, huge benefits.
Because large areas of the city were destroyed in the battle between Superman and Doomsday, the US government allocated a large sum of money specifically for compensation and reconstruction.
For all forces in Gotham City, this is definitely an attractive piece of fat meat.
Therefore, neither the police and officials who accept bribes nor the ruling mafia families want the city to fall into chaos due to the emergence of a large number of super criminals.
Just the opposite!
They are all busy dividing up the profits, planning how to contract more and bigger projects to defraud subsidies, and at the same time building new apartment buildings, shopping malls, pedestrian streets, bars, nightclubs and warehouses on the ruins, turning them into their own cash cows.
In addition, they can also arrange for people to impersonate the relatives of the deceased to receive death compensation issued by the government, or simply beat some homeless people, drug addicts and guys who owe usury and are unable to repay them, and falsely claim that they were affected by the fighting, so as to make the US government spend more financial budget to resettle them.
Of course, except for a small portion of this money that will be left for the disabled to maintain basic life, the rest will flow into the pockets of gangs and underworld families of all sizes.
Gotham City, a city with simple folk customs, has demonstrated through practical actions that if you lose money, you can earn it again, but if you lose your conscience, you can earn more.
What's even more outrageous is that after these unscrupulously obtained money poured in, the entire city was not immersed in sorrow, but instead was reborn from the ashes like a phoenix.
Not only have the economic and public security situations improved significantly, the unemployment rate has also dropped significantly (infrastructure reconstruction requires a large number of workers), civilian incomes have grown rapidly (with a job there is naturally income to spend), and even the gangs have become friendly and peaceful, with almost no conflicts (they are all busy making money).
The scene of such vitality and flourishing things even makes people wonder whether this is still the dark and sinful Gotham.
Wayne Group, the pillar of Gotham, made a fortune.
But only those who truly understand this city will understand that everything happening before their eyes is just an illusion.
Once the reconstruction is completed and the special funds provided by the US government are spent, it will return to its previous state without any change.
Because it is still those people who rule this city, they are just temporarily attracted by greater benefits.
When the benefits disappear, they will return to tradition and restore Gotham to its past extremely dark, depressing and crazy state.
Of course, none of this has anything to do with Zuo Si.
At least until Steppenwolf arrives, he will no longer pay attention to this world, but will turn his attention to the world of Sanctuary.
The reason is simple.
Jinjitaxia has successfully created a new batch of enhanced Orks and released the oil spores they bred into remote corners of the world.
In just two or three weeks, the fully-developed dwarf fart monsters and snot monsters multiplied to a scale of tens of thousands, and even high-level soldiers such as orc boys and technicians appeared, as well as a tall and strong chief.
Because of their own shining oil, the technological level of these guys has risen rapidly. Through continuous battles with nearby beasts and monsters, they have leaped from the era of cold weapons to the relatively primitive era of hot weapons.
Especially those shotguns, hunting rifles and mortars with exaggerated calibers, which completely crushed the indigenous people of this world.
At present, the mighty orc army has finally walked out of the remote mountains and is marching quickly along the muddy country roads.
Behind them was a village that had just been devastated and looted.
All the villagers who tried to resist were killed without mercy, and the rest who did not resist were captured and became slaves or laborers, responsible for doing odd jobs such as assembly, transportation and building camps.
Unlike the bloodthirsty and brutal propaganda of many human empires in the Warhammer universe, the Orks are actually simply warlike and can derive a certain intense pleasure from fighting. They are not particularly interested in killing, torturing and abusing people.
In order to enjoy the fun of war, some orcs will take the initiative to become mercenaries and be hired to fight by forces including humans, elves, and titanium.
This means that in terms of their attitude towards alien captives, they may be slightly better than the self-proclaimed civilized human empire.
At least they have food and drink, and they won't be taken to the interrogation room every now and then and subjected to all kinds of torture.
At most, they will become victims of the more advanced orcs' excessive energy, just like the fart spirits.
But considering that orcs do not engage in production and have no awareness of developing agriculture and animal husbandry, what the captives can eat basically depends on what these greenskins can snatch.
If you can't plunder, you will have to starve, or you can find everything you can eat by yourself.
Generally speaking, the health of prisoners is not very good and malnutrition is a common phenomenon.
But fortunately, this group of human captives were obviously luckier.
On the one hand, this orc army has been in a semi-mechanical state from the beginning, so it does not need to consume any food.
On the other hand, they had just plundered all the food reserves of the entire village, which was conservatively estimated to be enough to last at least a year, so they didn't have to worry about starvation in the short term.
What really worried the captives was the direction in which these suddenly appearing steel monsters were heading.
Because just a few months ago, a passing traveler mentioned that a large number of terrible demons appeared in this direction and even attacked the surrounding towns and monasteries.
It is said that the place has completely turned into a paradise for demons, and even many nuns and warriors of the Blind Sisterhood have been terribly corrupted.
So the captives sent a representative to explain the situation to the chief of the Perfected Orcs, hoping that the other party would not approach the dangerous area.
But the result was completely opposite to what they expected.
When the orc chief with a green electronic eye heard the news, he not only did not show any nervousness or fear, but couldn't help laughing, and ordered his troops to speed up and move towards the monastery.
What's even more outrageous is that the orcs of different sizes also became excited after hearing the news about the demon.
It seems that in their eyes, war is not a terrible and cruel thing, but a very interesting and fascinating game.
The chief also promised that if the captives could lead him to find this creature called the devil, he would generously grant everyone freedom and allow everyone to take enough gold, silver and treasures before leaving.
It has to be said that the green-skinned orcs' behavior completely frustrates these human captives.
But in order to regain their freedom, they chose to be guides.
"Chief, the place ahead... ahead is the place we are talking about. According to the traveler, beyond here is the nest of a large number of monsters and demons."
An old man who looked to be around fifty years old carefully pointed to the dark forest ahead and explained.
"Hahahaha! Very good! If it's really as you said, I promise you will get the reward you deserve."
The orc chieftain, who was more than two meters tall and whose arms were thicker than a bodybuilder's thighs, laughed happily and shouted to the eager warriors around him: "Boys! The exciting carnival has begun! Go! Let those creatures who call themselves demons feel our power!"
"Ahhhhhh! Long live war!"
"Kill them all!"
"Crush them!"
"waaaaagh!"
With roars that were higher than the previous wave, this group of Orcs, like locusts, with neither formation nor organization, rushed out like a tide.
What? You mean tactics and coordination? Sorry, we orcs don't do these fancy things, and we are too lazy to think too much about them. We just do it anyway.
If you don't die, you will be killed by your enemy.
Anyway, everyone in the group is happy.
In fact, before the orcs reach a certain size and produce enough intelligent individuals, even the highest-level leader, the chief, will not be very smart.
But as long as their scale continues to expand, the chief will gradually be promoted to a big chief and warlord.
At the warlord stage, the intelligence level will increase exponentially.
Some Orc warlords can even gain the upper hand when they cordially "greet" their enemies' entire female family and ancestors.
Soon, the vanguard of this group of fully transformed orcs encountered in the depths of the dense forest the Fallen Fiends, fallen Rogues, corrupted Bristle Rats, zombies and skeletons resurrected from human corpses, low-level half-human, half-sheep demons, flying blood eagles, and huge nests that were made of an endless stream of flesh and blood.
Since both sides were extremely aggressive, they went straight into a full-scale battle without even a word of conversation.
Large-caliber shotguns, hunting rifles, revolvers, and mortars unleashed a massive barrage of ammunition on the enemy in just a few minutes.
This does not even include powerful explosives such as grenades and dynamite packs.
Especially the fastest and most front-running Fallen Demon, who suffered a devastating blow almost the moment of the encounter, leaving behind a mutilated corpse on the ground.
Even the Fallen Demon wizards who were responsible for resurrecting their own kind could not escape the disaster.
After all, in this world that is still in the era of cold weapons and magic, the maximum distance of most long-range attacks is more than two or three hundred meters.
But what about bullets and shells? They can easily hit targets hundreds of meters or even kilometers away.
So after a round of saturation attacks, even the demons from the hell of this world were stunned by the madness and cruelty of the green-skinned orcs.
Except for the brainless zombies and hard-haired rats that were still rushing forward, the rest with a little intelligence stopped moving forward and hid in the dense dark forest, preparing to ambush with the advantage of terrain.
"Hahahaha! There really is a battle to be fought here! Go ahead! Don't let them get away!"
The orc chieftain who was in the lead tore the head off a hard-haired rat alive, and laughed wildly while holding the bloody head.
Because he could already feel that during the brief battle just now, the waaaaagh force field was unprecedentedly high, causing his own body to increase a lot, and his brain became clearer and smarter.
If nothing unexpected happens, as long as the war continues, it won't be long before he is promoted from chief to great chief or even warlord.
The greenskin army under his command will also expand from 10,000 to 100,000 or even one million, and may even completely conquer the planet.
Following an order from the orc chieftain, the dense army of orcs began to rush into the depths of the forest, fighting fearlessly with all kinds of demons.
If the distance is far enough, use firearms. If the distance is close, just take out an axe, a sword, or use the bayonet fixed on the firearm to stab the opponent.
Due to the dual effects of the waaaaagh force field and the power of my thoughts, and the fact that the surface of the perfected orcs is originally covered with a large amount of metal shells, their performance in close combat is even more exaggerated than in long-range firefights.
The demon's tough skin and muscles, which were originally strong enough to withstand ordinary swords and knives, were easily penetrated by the weapons in the hands of the orc warriors.
The weapons, teeth and claws in their hands could hardly cause any fatal damage to the orcs.
Instead, it was because the orc was injured that the Hulk's furious blood was stimulated in his body, causing his size, strength and defense to increase instantly. He transformed into a half-mechanical Hulk and in turn tore all the demons around him to pieces with his bare hands.
Watching this orc army wreaking havoc in the Dark Forest, it took less than two weeks to wipe out all the demons entrenched in the area, and even strange steampunk-style chariots, mechas, and missiles appeared. Zuo Si's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked in a slightly playful tone: "How did you allow them to obtain the waaaaagh force field without the blessing of Gogo Maogo and the subspace?"
“No, the great father of New Phyrexia.
It's not that I gave them this ability, but this power already exists in their genes.
To be precise, you had a slight misunderstanding about the orcs' waaaaagh force field and the power of thought.
In fact, these two powers do not need to be obtained through the warp, but are formed by the power emanating from the spirit and beliefs of every orc.
This is why Orks are completely unaffected by the Warp.
And the more people gather together and the larger the scale, the stronger the Waaaaagh force field and the power of my thoughts will be."
Jinji Taxia hurriedly took out the experimental data at hand and gave an explanation.
"You mean... the orcs created a region similar to the warp through the spirit and faith of the group?"
Zuo Si raised his eyebrows and showed a very surprised expression.
Because if this is true, then what are Gogo and Maogo? Do they really exist in the Warp?
Jinjitaxia nodded slightly: "Yes, at least that's the case from current observations.
However, according to another set of experimental data provided by your Shuoyou clone, if within the influence of the subspace, the waaaaagh force field and the power of my thoughts of the same size will be greater.
So I personally speculate that the role of subspace and Goge and Maoge is more of an amplifier.
The fully-formed orcs you see now actually use Warp Oil instead of the former.
It is unknown whether they are controlable like other New Phyrexian creations.
I need to wait until the numbers and scale get bigger before I can confirm it.”
"So you plan to continue to expand the scale of the war, or even drag both heaven and hell into it at the same time?"
Zuo Si stared into the eyes of the blue demon judge and pursed his lips to reveal a playful smile.
"They have been dragged into this, my master. Moreover, only when the scale of the war is large enough can I tap into the true potential of these perfected orcs and eventually condense them into a seed of destruction and a green frenzy that is powerful enough to sweep across a universe."
When saying this, Jinjitasha's tone was filled with inexplicable excitement and enthusiasm.
As his horizons continue to broaden and his knowledge and skills accumulate, he now looks down upon those ordinary creations on the Mirrodin time and space.
Only ultimate creatures like the perfected Orks, the Astartes Demon Legion, the Kryptonian Legion, and the Super Dragon Legion can make this mad scientist feel a little satisfied.
Even in some of the most secret laboratories, Jingitxia has begun to study how to combine the genes of the human emperor of the Warhammer universe, Superman's genetic tadpoles, the demigod blood of Wonder Woman Diana, the heart of the Chaos Hound Kozef, the blood of the Titans in the universe where the planet Azeroth is located, the flesh and blood of the two ancient gods, as well as the blood of Tiamat, the god of dragons, Baal, the god of murder, and Cyric, the prince of lies, all together to create the ultimate creature.
For this purpose, he even wanted to get a little bit of Zuo Si's blood, but the latter did not agree.
Are you kidding me! Just the raw materials sound scary enough.
If his own blood was added, Zuo Si couldn't imagine what kind of horrible monster would be created if successful.
In order to ensure that this experiment would not get out of control, he also left a projection to monitor the entire process 24 hours a day.
The main reason why he did not ban it completely was that he was also quite interested in Jinjitasha's ambitious goal and wanted to see what could be created with these things.
To some extent, Zuo Si and the Blue Demon Judge under his command are actually the same kind of people, both of whom have endless greed and desire for knowledge and technology.
It's just that he still retains some of his human thoughts and values, unlike Jinjitaxia who is completely free of ideological and moral constraints and doesn't care about the life and death of other lives.
Watching the Orc army on the screen expanding wildly around the Dark Forest and starting a large-scale waaaaagh in the Sanctuary World, Zuo Si thought for a moment and finally nodded: "Okay, then follow your plan.
However, the humans in this world are born from the combination of angels and demons, and there is amazing potential hidden in their blood.
If you find the opportunity, you'd better collect some and bring them back.
You can do some research and also be a qualified immigrant.
Anyway, the population of this world is still quite sparse."
"Don't worry, I have already planned this. After all, you taught us that waste is shameful. And compared to the humans in this world, my real goal has always been heaven and hell."
Jinji Tasha gave the guarantee without hesitation.
Because he knew that his master hated meaningless killing, and instead preferred to give these civilians a place suitable for survival and reproduction, allowing the population to continue to increase, and eventually become lambs in the soul pasture to be slowly harvested.
As a person who advocates rational thinking, Blue Magic Judge strongly agrees with Zuo Si's idea of sustainable development.
After all, how can one-time plunder and destruction compare to continuous output?
Moreover, the huge amount of soul energy can also be used as a resource to create more advanced and intelligent new Phyrexian creatures.
"very good!
Let's bring this waaaaagh to a climax as soon as possible.
I can't wait to see the faces of Heaven and Hell when they discover the Orks.
And what kind of crazy actions will they commit when they realize that this war, which has lasted for who knows how many years, will end with the complete defeat and destruction of both sides.
remember!
No matter whether they are demons or angels, kill them all without leaving any alive.
Use their blood, death and the destruction of the entire world to breed the most perfect and powerful orc species."
As he said this, a creepy light flashed in Zuo Si's eyes.
At this moment, countless forces that symbolize "evil" in time, space and the universe are gathering into his soul through the Planeswalker Spark, and even forming a large area similar to a domain around him.
Jinjitasha undoubtedly felt this, and immediately lowered his head humbly, bowed deeply, and offered words of praise from the bottom of his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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