"I see the person you're looking for."
Su He's expression remained unchanged, not even her eyebrows twitched, and her tone was calm and unwavering.
"She doesn't have black hair and golden eyes, but there's a dazzling golden phoenix phantom behind her; looking at it for too long will make your eyes sting unbearably."
"That lowly little bug really came after us?"
The man in the suit suddenly became agitated, his dark eyebrows almost furrowed together, as if he had remembered something, and a deep fear appeared on his face—a fear of death, even of destruction, etched into his very bones.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it..."
Lavinia, using the alias "Su Yaran," suddenly stood up, not even noticing that the wine glass in her hand had fallen, spilling red wine onto the precious carpet, turning it a blood-like color.
"You lowly bastard! You despicable being, with the blood of a lower species flowing through your veins! You meddlesome monkey! You shameless, sneak-attacking upright ape!"
Lavinia unleashed his most vicious curses at the void. He didn't even dare to call Sun Wukong by his full name. That earth-shattering blow that swayed like a giant sun wheel had clearly left him with considerable psychological trauma.
Since his defeat in the battle with Xu Milu, Lavinia has lost his right wing and can only slink away into this plane he has long forgotten.
To others, this place is a wasteland, but to him it is a good place to heal his wounds.
Lavinia couldn't remember how long ago that was.
When he escaped from the Interstellar Court's pursuit and passed through this plane, he released the "extinction" virus he was carrying into this planet. Then, like a farmer waiting for his crops to ripen, he would come every tens of thousands of years to harvest the despair left behind by several mass extinctions.
Interstellar planes are as vast as the ocean, as numerous as grains of sand on a beach. In addition, the proliferation of viruses can easily be judged as biological evolution by observers at interdimensional transfer stations. Therefore, this secretive method of exterminating life has never been discovered by anyone.
Using the same method, taking advantage of the time differences between different planes and the lag in the Interstellar Court's pursuit, Lavinia destroyed one planet after another that should have been developing healthily. However, things took an unexpected turn in the end.
"Damn it, all I did was be a little greedy and destroy an entire universe, and it actually alerted the interstellar police to send a starship to hunt me down!"
A massive planetary explosion destroyed countless nascent planes. Why can't I end it all? Do they know how many Martyians have bought their 'extermination' from me?!
Lavinia licked her lips, savoring the feeling of being overwhelmed by negative emotions from her memories:
The despair that overflowed when a plane dissipated, the desperate cries of hundreds of millions of creatures, the anger, helplessness, terror and hysteria before being swallowed up.
That was delicious; he hadn't had a full meal in a long time.
But just as Lavinia was trying to launch an "extinction" attack on Earth in one of the planes, he learned that there might be scattered fragments of divinity in a certain plane of gods and demons.
The Ars are the most powerful race in the universe, but unlike the gods who are born with divine status, the Ars are fatally tempted by divine status.
After weighing the pros and cons, Lavinia gladly went.
He intended to steal the remaining divine essence from Erfu's corpse while no one was watching, but unexpectedly, he was nearly killed by the remaining divine thoughts of Erfu's corpse.
To make matters worse, the interstellar police's warships discovered his trail and gave chase. In the ensuing fierce battle, Lavinia was forced to undergo a phoenix-like rebirth, losing most of her power in the process.
What followed was a struggle against that despicable Ars cub. Lavinia hadn't expected that an Ars that had transformed halfway through would be so troublesome.
Not only did the other party see through his intentions, but they also used the very merit he despised to attack him, cutting off half of his wing and forcing him to lose his eyesight during his escape, which ended up on this lowly human in front of him.
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The more Lavinia recalled the past, the angrier she became. Extreme anger surged in her chest, and her missing right wing seemed to ache faintly.
"Despicable mechanical life form! If I hadn't granted her a second life, she would have betrayed me and joined forces with my descendants to fight against me!"
"Who is it? What ridiculous vegetable-man (lotus root clone) has she used this time? Grab her clone and give it to me! I'm going to devour her bit by bit, piece by piece!"
In her rage, Lavinia failed to notice the sneer on Soho's face.
Su He hung her hands in front of her body, trying to keep her head down so that the other person could not see the expression on her face.
This was the first time he had ever seen the other person with such an expression.
He had seen this expression on the faces of ordinary people whose throats had been bitten off by zombies, on mercenaries who screamed and fell from high-rise buildings after being betrayed by their teammates, on researchers who were devoured by mutated plants after their experiments failed, and on the faces of elderly people trembling with fear as they faced death after a failed surgery.
That's the expression that only appears when intelligent beings realize their impending demise or even foresee a catastrophe.
Fear of death.
The man in front of her, who claimed to be her father Su Yaran, was someone Su He had personally witnessed laughing as he tore open the zombie king's throat and forced those who begged for mercy to drink his infected blood.
I saw him open the protective measures of the A City base, use human blood to lure zombies to besiege the city, causing a shelter with a population of one million to be destroyed by the zombie horde.
I've seen him lying on the throat of a mutated beast, sucking up its foul-smelling blood like a wild animal;
I've seen him stand atop the ruins, gleefully devouring humanity's despair, his smile like that of a demon emerging from the depths of hell.
A man once said that fear is a powerless emotion produced only by lower creatures, and it is the most delicious food.
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