Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 118 Request
The general suddenly felt that the man in front of him was a little unreasonable.

It's not that he hasn't seen the kind of people who are eroded to the bone by lust, and the ones that best fit this characteristic are all kinds of Zerg; some even in the face of life and death, they will persist in the process of reproduction.

But... the word the general used for this kind of person was "creature", and he had gradually embarked on the path of racism, who had a great longing for human blood.

He never imagined that Zuo Wu, who was a pure-blooded human being, would actually say such words in front of him.

"...Ah, I understand!" The general seemed to be grasping at some last straw: "You are angry that I used the judgment of the gods on you, so to insult me ​​like this is just an insult, right?"

"Is it right?"

"Is it right!"

The voice hissed out from a mixture of anger and solidity, the general could hardly maintain that humble posture.

But Zuo Wu spread his hands, looking very innocent: "I'm telling the truth, and you made a mistake from the very beginning. The prosperity of the Imperial Alliance in the past was not due to the flawless leadership of pure-blooded humans, but because of human beings and humans. Someone made a deal."

"The Weaving of Life, have you heard the name?"

The general hesitated, and slowly shook his head. Suddenly, some relics and ancient books he had seen during his military career flashed through his mind, and the shaking of his head froze halfway.

Zuo Wu continued: "Let's guess why the pure-blooded humans have disappeared, but the number of people with human blood like you is still considerable?"

"I guess, this is probably the price of the deal; while pure-blooded humans are endowed with good luck and power, it also makes any alien race in the galaxy fatally attractive to them."

At least Zuo Wu himself is like this, and he doesn't care whether this preference is innate or acquired.

"Of course, there is another possibility that pure-blooded humans will hate their own race, whether it is physically or psychologically, and even... their parents or children are the same. General, you should know more about the royal family than I do. No signs of it?"

"Also, you also said that only pure blood born naturally will inherit that kind of fluctuation; if with the help of technology, women will abort and let the fetus grow outside the body, it will also produce all kinds of strange mutations, right?"

It's all conjecture, but Zuo Wuyue makes more sense when he thinks about it:

"So, pure-blooded humans will be more inclined to intermarry with other races, and the blood will be gradually diluted. If my second conjecture is also true, then in order to continue the pure blood, touching the same race may become a necessity. It takes a lot of perseverance to accomplish it.”

Zuo Wu smacked his lips, recalling the portrait of the former conductor code-named "Martyrdom".It's a pity that it's just a portrait, and I don't have much idea about that appearance, so I can't verify my guess.

There are also many people in the galaxy who are incomparably similar to pure-blooded humans, such as Bai Ace; the purity is too low to be distinguished by appearance alone.

The general froze, nodded, and shook his head again.He knows much more secrets about the royal family than Zuo Wu, and every conjecture of the man in front of him has consistent evidence.

"What exactly do you want to say?" the general asked, even forgetting to add an honorific.

Zuo Wu shrugged:

"First of all, I want to say that my bloodline is not noble, I just made a deal with a certain existence. If you have the ambition, you can regard the 'cloak of life' as your enemy, maybe one day you will surpass the existence Another beginning of pure-blooded humanity,"

"And, I can't judge your so-called glory, I can't affirm you, and I can't deny you either,"

He looked at the general, although his eyes were gentle, but there was no light:

"I can understand the glory you value, but it's just understanding. If you want me to have any thoughts or comments, it's really embarrassing for me. If you insist..."

"I'm just elated to have seen a new form of life."

The general was completely stunned.

It lasted for a long time, as if the posture of the victim had finally collapsed, with his head lowered and his body twitching uncontrollably.

Zuo Wu clicked his tongue, and suddenly felt a little sorry for him: "Well, if you really can't accept it, it's okay for me to lie to you."

"Ha, yes, yes, yes, you must be lying to me..."

As if grasping at the last straw, the general almost tore through his diving suit with both hands: "Yes, I still have the God's Judgment, and I will use the God's Judgment so that you can never lie to me..."

As if driven by a clown.

Thousands of miles away, the crystal-like illusory and crystal-clear giant structure shone with fleeting brilliance.

Zuo Wu's pupils shrank for a moment. He said that he had fully understood the attack method of the God's Judgment, which was actually a bit of a bravado, and he was only four or five points sure.

But from now on, that majestic gigantic structure in the sky will only be a beautiful living room lamp to me.

"...What about now? Can you tell me the truth?" The general's voice showed a little expectation.

Zuo Wu spread his hands even more innocently: "Unfortunately, now I can't even comfort you."

Click.

As if something snapped completely.

The general looked at his hands, the numerous self-mutilation wounds on them to strip off the gaseous state were like grinning mouths, making ear-piercing mocking sounds.

He knew far more confidential documents than Zuo Wu.

What pure-blooded humans are always right?There is a person with such blood in front of him that he should never despise.

No wonder there are always incidents of husband and wife turning against each other and father and son killing each other in the secrets of the royal family; it turned out that it was either because of exploring different paths, or simply hating each other.

The strength of Dilian is due to the fact that he is the most despised by himself, favored by things like gods.

It turns out that my own life has no glory at all.

Most of the parents who are human are just simply cursed, uncontrollably in heat with other races.

Even if the opponent is facing each other in battle, and has blood and blood feud with each other, it's just...it's just uncontrollable.

Absolutely, there will never be any epic stories.

The general's hands that clenched the diving suit slowly loosened.

He had only hated half of it before.

just now.

The general could only sigh in a low voice: "It's really disgusting, I have everything."

Zuo Wu stood up slowly: "So, do you still need my ruling now? I'll go to the top first if it's okay... ah."

His vision caught two extremely familiar figures approaching quickly, waving at them, and his heart throbbed.

The god's ruling is just to let himself be the "emperor", why can't he be a wandering and stupid king who wanders around and ignores everything?
The general also stood up.

He didn't pull up the diving suit he used to hide his shame, and his shoulders were exposed under the starry sky: "Of course, I need it."

"I need you to sentence me to death."

The general raised his head, showing a smile that was quickly distorted.

His miserable life should have come to an end long ago.

National hatred and family hatred?Do you deserve to love and hate a country that is favored by the real gods?

Bloodline glory?Like a clown, what an honor.

It's just... I have been pursuing those things for so long, and I can't turn back.

It should still be the beginning and the end.

Zuo Wu scratched his hair: "Didn't I say that? I really like the novel life that I have never seen before. You have taken care of me recently, and I don't want to kill you."

The general shook his head: "You will."

"Because, I have been chasing and killing your bug daughter, and I haven't given up even now."

then.

The general suddenly left his feet off the ground.

It was he who was strangled by Zuo Wu's neck and lifted high under the starry sky. The feeling of the nerves and blood vessels being compressed gushed out, and the gas on the surface of his body flowed wildly.

But the general's smile became more and more distorted and brilliant, as if he was close to the relief he had been pursuing for too long.

The broadcast creations shifted their attention one after another.

(End of this chapter)