A voice filled with complex emotions came from within the black fog.
"I never expected you to look like this when we meet again..."
"What could I do? I was desperate too, but then I came to terms with it. Vampires and pigs are all external things. What matters is the inner self. Do you understand?!"
The little golden pig opened a bag of potato chips and stuffed them all into its mouth.
As a pet that Nightmare once owned, the humans treated her well, providing her with plenty of snacks.
After finishing the potato chips, the little golden pig opened a can of cola and said leisurely,
"After thinking it over and over, I realized that maybe I'm just a pig inside, which is why I've become like this."
The black mist remained silent.
After finishing its story, the little golden pig looked at the black mist and asked curiously.
"By the way, weren't you locked in the abyss? How did you escape?"
The black mist remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.
"I am now working for that being..."
"I've become indifferent to everything. The concepts of supreme power and absolute strength are all empty illusions."
My sister was incredibly powerful back then; she was the number one Blood Ancestor below the Supreme Strength.
Even that old geezer Cain has to tuck his tail between his legs in front of my sister.
In the end, the breakthrough failed; dust returned to dust, ashes to ashes—a grand dream all for naught.
The little golden pig shook its head and said with a hint of sadness.
"Pigs are the only way out for modern vampires!"
Clearly, the experience of being a pig over the past period has given the little golden pig a lot to think about.
She has accepted her identity as a pig and has started to give up.
Just as the black mist was about to say something more, spatial fluctuations came from afar, as if someone had broken into the thirty-eighth floor.
The Asura has arrived!
Before the black mist could react, the little golden pig suddenly stood up and started digging at the ground, trying to find a hole to crawl into.
"Cain, Cain is here!"
The little golden pig was trembling all over.
"He came to kill me. I knew it. He wouldn't let me go. He rushed down from the fortieth floor to kill me!"
The little pig quickly realized that running away wouldn't solve the problem.
"Release the restrictions here immediately so I can call in reinforcements!"
At certain crucial moments, the little pig made the same choice as Shura.
It can only be said that on the battlefield, the tactics of pigs have always been used flexibly.
"Call for backup?"
The black mist was puzzled. Why call for reinforcements? Cain wasn't strong right now.
but,
Following the instructions of the little golden pig, the black mist relayed what she wanted to say.
A few seconds later,
A mournful wail rang in the ears of all the ninth-tier war gods of the human race.
"Help!"
"The pig is being slaughtered!"
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