Even the machine that collapsed under the powerful force of the Titan was restored to its state before use through the dual effects of time reversal and reality distortion.
If it weren't for the fact that Ionar, who had transformed into a big cat and was still trembling at his feet, and the platinum disc that was shining with a metallic luster, one would even think that everything that had just happened was an illusion.
Jinjitaxia and Vashtor, who were particularly anxious to confirm the results, had already returned to the entrance of the laboratory and were using a large number of machines and spells to test the environment inside to ensure that there were no traps or potential dangers.
After all, although both of them are constantly strengthening their bodies and abilities through technological iterations and upgrades, they are not combatants in the final analysis.
Especially Jinji Tasha, since accepting the baptism of the new oil, he has not participated in a single battle, and there is not even a record of him going to the front line. He always stays in the safe rear to do research.
In his opinion, he is the brain and nerve center of New Phyrexia, and the most important demon judge in the entire force besides Zuo Si, without a doubt.
The rest of the Demon Judges are just some replaceable high-level "consumables", so it doesn't matter if they are killed accidentally.
Anyway, Shuoyou has a backup function, and it won't take long to clone or recreate one.
To some extent, this blue demon judge is very "life-conscious" and can even be described as "cowardly". As long as he senses something is wrong, he will choose to retreat at the first opportunity.
But this doesn't mean he is afraid of death.
Under the influence of the sparkling oil, no New Phyrexian creation could possibly have such a thought.
He just didn't want to die inexplicably in such a meaningless and worthless situation, and it would make him look very stupid and incompetent.
After confirming that there was no danger repeatedly, Jinjitaxia walked into the laboratory and asked in an uncertain tone: "Great Father of New Phyrexia, have you successfully seized the power of Aman'Thul?"
"Yes, that's right. The machine you built is very good and meets my requirements perfectly. As a reward, this platinum disc that stores the memory, knowledge, consciousness and personality of the oldest Titan soul is at your disposal."
After saying that, Zuo Si instantly used a magician's hand to hand the disc to the other party.
Because these things are of no value to him, but for crazy researchers like Jingitashya, they can be used to create powerful new Phyrexian creations.
After all, what remains of Aman'thul in the platinum disc is now just a string of data, which can be added, deleted, modified and copied at will.
If used properly, it can greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of cannon fodder produced in large quantities.
"Thank you very much. Don't worry, I will make something that will impress you."
Jinji Taxia took the platinum disc and inserted it into his body to preserve it, planning to think carefully about how to maximize its value when he had time.
You have to know that he is a typical "technology-only" person, and he always thinks that there are no difficulties and problems in the world that cannot be solved by improving technology.
If the problem cannot be solved, it means that the technology we have mastered is definitely not advanced enough, and we must conduct more, deeper and more dangerous in-depth research.
Moreover, he attached great importance to efficiency and hated waste. Even a stone on the roadside would be decomposed into basic particles and reassembled using oil.
Zuo Si nodded in satisfaction. "Very good. I look forward to you and Vashtor being able to use your wisdom and talents to contribute more to the development and growth of New Phyrexia. Now, take me to see the Cave Tree. I can't wait to see this epoch-making Shuoyou creation."
"It is our pleasure. Please follow me."
Jinji Tasha placed one hand on his chest and bowed, then turned around and led the way towards the huge trans-dimensional beacon tower in the center of the floating city.
However, this time, he did not go to the top spark on the spire that connected to the endless time and space of the multiverse, but instead arrived at the underground part more than two hundred meters deep below.
As the floating city of Mut'har gradually replaced the plane of Mirrodin as the de facto brain and heart of New Phyrexia, its size and area have expanded by who knows how many times.
Today, its size has expanded to be equivalent to a satellite rather than an island, and its interior has been transformed by Shuoyou into a behemoth like a living fortress.
The passages inside are so complicated that they are like a super maze.
Without guidance from the control room, even the scientific researchers who have lived here for a long time will definitely get lost.
Many laboratories are modular single rooms that can be split, merged, and reorganized according to the needs of research projects to ensure that researchers can obtain the equipment, tools, and experimental materials they need.
In addition, Jinjitaxia has also set up a complex incentive mechanism, which provides a dual-track scoring system for each researcher, one part of which is ability and the other is contribution.
The former determines the level of experiments a researcher can participate in, while the latter determines whether one is qualified to independently lead a research project.
Countless geniuses from the multiverse gather here, and then compete and involute with each other madly, just to gain the right to participate in or lead research topics that interest them.
There are even many people who privately call the Mutahar Floating City the "City of Truth", eager to unravel the mysteries of the multiverse and find the ultimate answer that has been haunting them.
Because only here can they access knowledge, technology and completely different environments in each time and space that were previously unavailable to them, and at the same time obtain almost unlimited resources and energy.
If necessary, we can go to a certain area for field investigation, collect samples and set up a small laboratory.
Even a star field the size of a planet or a galaxy can be used as a testing ground to test some extremely terrifying and destructive things.
For example, the replicas of the same signs that are constantly being improved, and the super biological weapons created by integrating the distorted and indescribable life forms called ancient gods and ancient gods from certain time and space.
Of course, not all experiments are related to killing, destruction and devastation. Occasionally, there are also parts that create new races and new civilizations.
Anyway, here, the researchers feel like they are high above the gods and creators. As long as they get the authority, they can create and destroy as they please and interfere with one or several existing races or civilizations.
That feeling of being outside the "box" and above everything else is more addictive and irresistible than anything else.
Passing through the intricate and ever-changing corridors, Jinji Taxia brought Zuo Si to the core of the floating city.
I saw an incomparable and magnificent towering tree that had taken deep roots here, absorbing the surrounding oil as nutrients to thrive, and it kept breaking through the ground to form a huge canopy that almost covered the entire floating city.
Compared to it, the so-called "World Trees" in Azeroth are just like saplings that have just broken through the ground.
Countless roots, branches and leaves broke the boundary between the real universe and the dark void through the power of the shining oil, and continued to spread within the latter, connecting with each time and space and even the universe with the help of the signals captured by the super-time and space beacon tower.
In particular, the energy accumulated in the trunk and the base of the roots had already exceeded a certain critical point, reaching a point that even Zuo Si himself was frightened.
He dared to guarantee that if this power was released, its destructive power would definitely not be much worse than the artifact in his hand - Tong Zhao after a long period of energy storage.
After all, Tongzhao draws power from the dark void, while Dongjingshu draws power from endless time and space.
Both have a level cap of the multiverse.
Moreover, the cave tree in front of him is far from complete and still has room to continue growing and developing.
"This is incredible. Is this the crystal that was born from the seed of the World Tree of Kaldheim?"
Zuo Si raised his hand and gently pressed on one of the thick tree roots, feeling the terrifying energy contained therein and the passage that continued to extend into the dark void.
To be honest, he had never really understood how that world, which was somewhat similar to Norse mythology, could create such an incredible life form.
Could it be related to the fact that the space-time is divided into ten completely different realms? Because these small realms need to be connected together to form the basic conditions required for a complete space-time, so the world tree was born, which is the only creature besides the planeswalker spark that can resist the erosion and assimilation of the dark void?
Or is this time and space even more special, hiding some unknown secrets? As Kaldheim has the ability to resist the infection of the Shock Oil on a large scale, Zuo Si has always prohibited his New Phyrexian forces from entering, and only sent the Green Demon Judge Flinkai to steal the seeds of the World Tree.
And according to the creation legend of this time and space, the birth of the entire world originated from a seed, and later the world tree grew from the seed.
If this legend is true, then the seeds of the World Tree should come from the Dark Void, nurtured by the original rules formed before the birth of this world.
"Yes, the great father of New Phyrexia.
To be honest, the first time I saw the seeds of the World Tree take root and sprout, I was deeply shocked by its power and potential.
However, the reason why the Cave Tree has become what it is now.
In addition to the fact that it comes from the mother body itself, what is more important is that it draws huge energy from the new oil and other time and space.
And as time goes by and the amount of time and space it can connect increases, it may even be possible to reintegrate the entire shattered multiverse back together.
Not only will you be able to realize the great ideal of New Phyrexia - the unification of all worlds - but you will also become the unrivaled Great Demon and the ultimate Planeswalker God in the entire multiverse.
Your will is the will of the entire multiverse, and your thoughts are the laws behind everything that happens."
When saying this, Jinjitasha's tone was filled with excitement and enthusiasm that could not be described in words.
But Zuo Si shook his head and responded: "Don't be happy too soon.
We know very little about the Cave Tree, and don't know if it has some unknown limits or potential risks.
Moreover, there are too many types of mixed spark oils now, especially physical spark oil and subspace spark oil, which need to break the isolation for the final fusion.
Because I need to make the oil more perfect until it can enter the body and become an indispensable component like blood.
So you still have a lot of problems to overcome, don't waste too much time on the cave tree.
Just keep observing for now.
By the way, as far as I know, the World Tree in Kaldheim secretes an incredible viscos liquid - titanium crystal. A certain god can also extract something called [Cosmic Nectar] from it, which seems to be able to resist the invasion of the sparkling oil.
I wonder if Flink brought back some samples?"
“I’m so sorry.
Although Flink mentioned these two things, it was obviously too much for him to fight against the gods of Kaldheim with his own strength.
After all, in that time and space, titanium crystal was a treasure that only gods could touch and use. Mortals might die even if they got close to it. Many divine artifacts were made with it.
As for the elixir of the universe, it can only be made by Eshika, the god of the world tree.
The gods of Kaldheim must regularly consume the elixir of the universe to maintain their divine power.
Therefore, any act of stealing the nectar of the universe means directly declaring war on all the gods of that world.
Without your authorization, no judge is qualified to initiate such an action."
Jinji Tasha explained in a very regretful tone.
If possible, he even wanted to send troops to capture the entire Kaldheim immediately and make the only mature World Tree the property of New Phyrexia at all costs.
Zuo Si obviously noticed the Blue Demon Judge's thoughts and warned him solemnly: "Don't try to invade Kaldheim.
At least not until I understand the details of this world and the number of planeswalkers.
Because the world's nectar can resist the contamination and destruction of the oil.
If a planeswalker were to bring word of the New Phyrexian invasion to another plane, this war could become a war between us and the entire new generation of planeswalkers.
Maybe we'll even attract the attention of ancient planeswalkers like Nicol Bolas, Ugin, Teferi, and my cheap teacher Sorin.
Remember, I don't like surprises, and there is no need to take risks and gamble to increase the chips in my hand."
"As you wish."
Jinji Taxia hurriedly lowered his head deeply, not daring to look into those eyes that were emitting golden light and endless majesty.
Vashtor on the side was observing the scene carefully.
As a new member, he obviously did not understand the character of the father of New Phyrexia, so he rarely expressed his opinions.
However, the strength and caution shown by Zuo Si at this moment made this "half-immortal" feel very gratified.
Unlike Jingitashya who had never suffered any setbacks or failures, Vashtor was just a demigod of the Warp in the Warhammer universe. He was long suppressed by the four Chaos Gods: Khorne, Tzeentch, Nurgle and Slaanesh, and was even reduced to a pawn in the opponent's game.
Therefore, when making important decisions, he prefers to first carefully consider the chain reactions and risks that may be triggered among all parties, and then calculate the benefits after success.
Zuo Si's warning to Jinjitasha obviously made Vashtor feel very safe.
Because he also felt that with New Phyrexia's current strength and scale, there was no need to take risks or go all out. All it needed to do was to develop step by step and drain and kill all potential enemies little by little.
Thinking of this, the god of technology and creation stepped forward and spoke in his unique voice: "Great father of New Phyrexia, I have an immature suggestion about the Star God."
"Oh? What is it?"
Zuo Si asked back with interest.
"It's about the super weapon that your Shuoyou incarnation is forging.
I thought maybe the Necrons' method of unleashing massive amounts of energy to rip the C'tan to pieces wasn't the most ideal.
Based on my research on Titan's soul, I think we should do the opposite and concentrate the energy collected from the stars to create a singularity with a mass and gravity close to infinity.
Then the super gravity possessed by the singularity will be used to bind the star god.
After all, since they can be torn apart by energy shocks that exceed the critical point, in theory they will also be absorbed by gravity that exceeds the critical point.
All you have to do is shatter the Deathly Hate's outer shell to expose its energy form, and then throw the singularity in.
Anyway, even if it fails, it will just take a little more time to collect stellar energy again.
But once you succeed, you can make the Star Gods part of your power, just like you did with the Titan Star Souls."
Vashtor spoke out all his inner thoughts in one breath.
"What do you think the success rate of doing this is?"
Zuo Si had a thoughtful expression and was obviously moved.
You must know that his Shuoyou incarnation has been embedded with a large number of Star God fragments, so he is very clear about the huge potential of this top life.
If the outsider Saranoga can be completely devoured, the power of the Shining Oil Incarnation will immediately achieve a qualitative leap, and it can even confront the hive consciousness of the Tyranids head-on, completely revealing the fog shrouding the entire Warhammer universe.
Vashtor replied firmly, "More than 70%. Because Star Gods are generally the embodiment of the physical laws of the universe, they cannot ignore or even distort the physical laws to a certain extent like the creatures of the subspace. The most important thing is that even if you fail, there will be no significant losses or consequences. You can try it boldly without any hesitation."
"Interesting, I'll think about it."
Zuo Si neither agreed nor refused immediately, but gave a very vague reply.
Because this decision needs to be made when he sees Saranoga with his own eyes.
After all, according to what we learned from the Silent King Szalak, the only person who has left the Milky Way and traveled to the vast universe, the dangers and terrors outside the Milky Way are simply unimaginable for species and civilizations born in the Milky Way.
This is also why the Necrons, even though they already have the technological level to leave the Milky Way and colonize the outer galaxy, are still staying in their hometown and not going anywhere.
After going out for a while, Szalak also came back obediently to protect the Milky Way from foreign invasion.
Perhaps all the galaxies in the universe except the Milky Way have been occupied by the Tyranids.
It even gave rise to many conspiracy theories.
Some researchers in the human empire believe that the Tyranids may be the survivors who escaped after the defeat of the Old Ones using their immature super technology.
Because the swarm consciousness has many similarities with the ancient saints.
For example, they all possess the power of immortality, can change and twist the laws of physics, are above the cycle of life and death from the very beginning, can create life at will according to need, view planets, galaxies and galaxies as a whole, treat all life equally, and so on.
The Eldar, who once fought with the Necrons for dominance of the galaxy, believed that the Tyranids might have been created by the Silent King Szahrak.
No matter what the truth is, it is enough to show that the Milky Way is an extremely special existence in the Warhammer universe.
The outsider Saranoga floats on the outskirts of the Milky Way.
Zuo Si didn't want to make too much noise that would affect the interior of the Milky Way.
Just as he began to consider which method to choose to deal with the last complete Star God, in Neverwinter, the pearl of the North on the continent of Faerun, Eribes, who succeeded Nasir as the lord, was lying on a soft big bed, listening to the report of the bureaucrats sent by the West Coast Empire to assist him in reform and rule.
At this moment, she no longer had her usual strength and was not even wearing armor. Only the two-handed giant sword that was always burning with hellfire was placed on the weapon rack not far away.
Of course, it’s not that I don’t want to wear it, but my bulging belly can’t fit into the armor at all.
And from the pain and frowning expressions that flashed across her face from time to time, it was not difficult to tell that she was already in labor and could give birth at any time.
In order to prevent possible accidents, several high-ranking priests were waiting nearby on standby.
Even the usually elusive Prince of Darkness came specially to witness the birth of this younger brother or sister.
For Graya, it is his responsibility and obligation as the eldest brother to ensure that his younger brother or sister does not rebel like his older sister.
As for Eribes, his father's lover, she was nothing more than a reproductive tool in his eyes. Just like his mother who was immersed in beautiful fantasies all day long, she was completely controlled and dominated both physically and mentally.
He couldn't even understand why Zuo Si, who had clearly gotten everything he wanted, would still waste his time and energy on these mortal women, appearing every once in a while to satisfy his physical and psychological desires?
If you really enjoy the pleasure that this behavior brings, wouldn't it be nice to have a new one every day?
You should know that on that cold and dark planet, Graya recruited a group of young, beautiful and pure girl believers to serve him at the suggestion of the Goddess of Night.
But he basically just throws it aside and ignores it after tasting it because it loses its novelty.
Erebeth obviously didn't know how low his position was in the Dark Prince's heart. After listening to the official's report, he immediately questioned, "You said that the surviving barbarian tribes in Neverwinter Forest and the villages and towns south of Mount Beren are unwilling to be included in our rule? Why? Aren't the conditions I offer generous enough? Or do they think they can resist my army?"
"Ma'am, neither of the above is the most fundamental reason. They refused because they felt that they had already joined the Trade Alliance and were nominally affiliated with the West Coast Empire, so there was no need to go to the trouble of finding a master for themselves."
The official gave an explanation with a wry smile.
He clearly understood the thinking of these tribes, villages and towns.
But the problem is that the new Lord of Neverwinter, who is ambitious and wants to do something big, doesn't think so.
"Humph! A bunch of fence-sitters. If we don't teach them a lesson, they will never willingly give up their power."
Eribes sneered, then turned his gaze to the Dark Prince and asked with a half-smile: "Dear Graya, if it were you, what would you do in this situation?"
"Me? I'll just ignore them."
Graya gave his answer without hesitation.
This obviously surprised Eribes. He raised his eyebrows and continued to ask, "Why? I thought that with your personality, you would definitely kill them all without mercy."
The Dark Prince replied in a very calm tone: "Because neither the barbarian tribes in the Neverwinter Forest nor the villages and towns south of Mount Beren are of much value.
My father once said that the strength of an empire has no direct relationship with its territory on the map, but is positively correlated with effective rule.
This effective rule refers to the efficiency of extracting resources from the occupied land.
Whether it is traditional materials such as food, steel, cloth, and condiments, or another vital resource - population.
Let’s take the simplest example.
A country with a very large land area, but its administrative efficiency is very low. It often does not even know its exact population, how much arable land it has, and how much steel it can produce each year. It can only rely on reports from feudal lords at all levels.
The other country is only one-tenth the size of the former, but its administrative efficiency is surprisingly high. It not only knows how much arable land, population, and tax revenue it has, but also knows the annual output of steel and various daily necessities. If necessary, it can carry out a nationwide emergency mobilization.
Who do you think would win if a war suddenly broke out between these two countries?"
"Of course it's the latter. Because they are more fully prepared and can effectively deploy the resources at their disposal to the maximum extent possible."
After a moment's thought, Eribes gave the answer.
Because this does not require too much expertise, and things like this often happen on the continent of Faerun where a city defeats an entire country and wins the war.
Graya nodded slightly: "That's right.
So my father emphasized effective rule from beginning to end, instead of being like some idiots who were keen on playing the game of coloring on the map, naively thinking that as long as they conquered a certain area, it would become part of their empire.
Only when the population and resources produced by occupying the land exceed the cost of ruling it can it be considered effective rule.
Otherwise, forcible occupation of this land will only bring heavy burdens.
By the same token, if you send troops to conquer these barbarian tribes and towns that are nominally subordinate to the West Coast Empire, not only will you fail to make them truly submit, but it may also arouse strong resistance.
Although you can eliminate all those who dare to resist through suppression or massacre.
But in doing so, the tax revenue that would have been brought to the empire would instantly vanish, and at the same time, it would have to bear tremendous pressure and condemnation from public opinion and morality, as well as the troops that must be stationed here to ensure that a large-scale rebellion would not break out.
That is to say, it will change from a positive asset to a negative asset.
The more land there is, the weaker the West Coast Empire will become. When it exceeds a certain critical point, it will be like a giant stuck in a quagmire, struggling to move forward."
"So your point is to just ignore them?"
There was a gleam of light in Aribeth's eyes, no doubt he was amazed by the Dark Prince's words. He secretly sighed that he was worthy of being Zuo Si's offspring. No wonder he could devour the incarnation of the Prince of Lies, Xirik, just after he was born.
"Yes.
For these tribes and towns with little centripetal force, it is better to assimilate them little by little through economic and cultural means rather than using force to force them to surrender.
It won’t be long before the older generation dies out and the new generation becomes dominant, and they will naturally and willingly integrate in.
After all, they have been bathed in the glory of the empire since childhood, enjoying the prosperity and strength brought by the powerful empire, and feel honored to be a part of the empire.
What's more, my father had set the tone long ago, that is, the annexation of the North should be done slowly and there is no need to be too hasty.
As long as a few large, self-sufficient cities are incorporated first, the remaining small villages and towns will not be a problem at all.
Because once they get used to the convenience brought by prosperous trade, they simply cannot bear to lose it all and return to the poor and hard life of the past.
Once they leave the empire's trade network, many villages and towns will not be able to survive."
While saying this, Graya's eyes never left Eribes' bulging belly.
The reason was simple! He had sensed that some amazing power was about to break out of its shell and descend into this world in another form.
"Ah!!!! Damn it! My...my stomach hurts!"
Eribes suddenly grabbed the sheets and screamed, and sweat quickly soaked his hair and body.
You have to know that as Zuo Si's chosen one, her physical fitness is not comparable to that of ordinary mortals. Normally, for a small matter like giving birth, she doesn't even need to hire a priest, she can do it herself in just a few minutes.
But now, not only were her face and lips turning pale from the pain, but her limbs were also twitching violently and uncontrollably.
The originally round belly was rolling like waves, and occasionally a fleeting beam of energy could be seen.
"What on earth is going on? Why was it fine one second and turned into this the next?"
A personal maid asked loudly with a nervous and anxious look on her face.
"You ask me? How should I know!"
One of the flustered priests rolled his eyes in annoyance.
Although she had delivered babies for many families in Neverwinter, this was her first time delivering a child as powerful as Zuo Si, who was also a planeswalker.
And based on the experience of little Annie and Graya, this child is most likely not a mortal, so whatever happens is possible.
Another elderly female pastor even crawled into the quilt to try to confirm whether there was a fully formed baby in the womb.
But as soon as she got in, her back foot was thrown out by a huge force, breaking the window behind her and falling directly from the second floor onto the flower bed on the street, breaking her leg.
It was obvious that this unborn little creature was a little shy and didn't want anyone to see him.
Seeing this situation, the priests who had just been conducting intensive physical examinations immediately stopped all actions.
Instead, Graya walked straight to the bedside and released his dark divine power to comfort the little guy who was not sure whether he was a brother or a sister, to prevent him from wiping the entire Neverwinter City off the map after being stimulated by the outside world.
Perhaps it was because he felt the love from his brother, or maybe it was because there was no one else prying at him, Eribes's originally restless stomach finally calmed down.
Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, an even more intense pain instantly swept through every nerve in her body. Her originally pale face instantly turned red and veins bulged, and her whole body floated up from the bed.
In a flash!
An incomparably terrifying mental scream swept across the entire Neverwinter City.
Except for mother Eribes and brother Graya, all other living things died in an instant, even the rats in the sewer were no exception.
Not to mention mice, the same is true for mosquitoes and plants.
Immediately afterwards, an indescribable grayish-white color enveloped the sky above the city, as if tearing it from the material plane and pulling it into another space composed entirely of spirit and soul.
"Where... is this place? What happened on earth?"
Eribes looked around in amazement, totally unable to believe that the city he ruled had turned into a ghost town in just a moment.
Not only her, the souls of those who died suddenly were also confused. There were even many people who did not realize that they were dead.
Sudden!
The voices of the two children echoed in everyone's ears.
"Hehehe! Everyone come and play with us!"
"I will count down to ten now. During this time, you should try to hide in a secluded place. I will come to find you after ten numbers. Anyone who is caught will be eaten."
"That's right! Eat it! Eat it! I love delicious souls the most!"
"Brother, if you eat them all, no one will come to play with us in the future."
"It's okay, just eat half of it first. Then we can grab one and flip a coin to decide whether to eat it or not."
"Good idea! It's settled!"
"ten!"
"Nine!"
"eight!"
"seven!"
…
As the countdown sounded in a childish voice, all the souls in Neverwinter finally came to their senses, revealed expressions of extreme fear, and quickly searched for a place to hide like crazy.
Some even rushed directly out of the city, or prayed to the gods they believed in.
But the moment the former approached the city wall and gate, it was grabbed by an invisible big hand and thrown into a big mouth opened from the sky or the ground to be swallowed.
The latter received absolutely no response, not even from the pastor.
Obviously, anyone with a little knowledge of religion and plane studies knows that this means that this place has been shrouded by some power comparable to divine power, or it is in a space that is isolated from divine power.
In this situation, no matter how powerful the gods are, they cannot sense what is happening inside, let alone send out an incarnation to save themselves.
However, unlike the fear and despair of mortal souls, the Dark Prince Graya laughed happily, and exclaimed as he laughed: "Incredible! Twins conceived from death, spirit and soul? What should I call you now, dear brother and sister?"
"Don't be impatient, dear brother. I will reply to you after we finish playing this game."
"That's right. We are extremely hungry. We must eat some souls to fill our stomachs first."
While they were talking, the newly born twins used their own strength to capture several souls hiding in the wood behind the house.
“Ah…
"No! Don't eat me! Please!"
"Don't eat me either! Eat them! My soul isn't tasty at all!"
These ordinary people were obviously terrified.
If they weren't left with only their souls, they would probably wet their pants.
But unfortunately, this plea for mercy could not move the twins.
I saw a coin suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and then it was thrown into the air by a force, spinning and rolling to the highest point, and then quickly fell to the ground.
"Ahaha! It's positive! This soul is edible! I won't be polite!"
A big mouth suddenly appeared out of nowhere and directly swallowed the soul of the adult man standing behind the coin before the latter even had time to scream.
Then the coin floated in front of the second person and was thrown high up again.
But this time it fell on the reverse side.
Just when the woman thought she had luckily escaped, a huge hand suddenly appeared and grabbed her soul, then tore it into pieces in an extremely brutal manner and threw it into another mouth that was obviously different in appearance from the previous one, and chewed it hard, making a creepy squeaking sound.
"My dear brother, it's not good for you to blatantly break the rules of the game like this. What if they don't want to play with us anymore?"
"Humph! I've changed my mind. I'll eat the tail side and not the front side."
Hearing what the twins said, Dark Prince Graya couldn't help but smile and remind them: "I sincerely suggest that you stop playing this game. Because I am 100% sure that my father will not like it."
"Father?!"
There was a hint of awe in the twin girl's voice.
But the boy responded with a nonchalant tone: "So what? By the time father gets here, we will have eaten all these souls. Will he kill us?"
Before he finished speaking!
A blinding red light suddenly flashed in the air, and then a figure appeared out of nowhere, saying meaningfully: "I won't kill you, but it's okay to teach you a memorable lesson..."
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