People are coiling dragons, but hell

Chapter 38 Hatred

"Haha, let's not talk about this anymore. Yongen, Hammer, I was so engrossed in reminiscing before that I almost forgot about the real thing." Harry regained his composure and put the topic away.

"What's the business?" Hammer took over.

"Didn't I say before that we middle gods will only take shifts every ten years. But you won't be able to enjoy this benefit when you first come. Starting tomorrow, you two will officially join the robbery team. Of course, I will also Will be there. Another point is that individuals are not allowed to keep what they gain in battle, they must all be handed over, and the wealth will be distributed according to contribution every thousand years."

Both Yong En and Yong En nodded when they heard this, but didn't have much reaction.

After all, both of them knew that since they had joined the bandit group, robbery and fighting were inevitable, and the wealth gained naturally had nothing to do with them.

Since they both work for free, there is not much difference between the two of them whether the battle starts tomorrow or ten years later.

Leaving Harry's residence, the two came to an empty house.

"Yongen, tomorrow we will officially become robbers to rob the metal life in hell. I never dreamed that one day I would become a robber." Hammer said resentfully while lying on the bed, still holding a cigarette in his mouth. A piece of foxtail grass.

"Don't tell me it was you, even I couldn't have imagined that such a day would come." Yongen looked out the window and said with a complicated expression.

From tribesman to bandit, Yongen's mentality changes greatly.

Although the days I lived in the Efeng tribe were precarious, it was much better than the notorious bandits who licked blood at the tip of their swords.

They are also the lowest class in hell. The tribesmen can still enjoy a trace of purity, but if they become bandits, they will completely miss the opportunity to be pure.

Killing every life for the sake of wealth, this kind of law of the jungle is too naked and too naked for Yongen to accept.

Although he knows that in hell, there is no morality at all.

But his soul from Blue Star still allows him to maintain a certain moral bottom line, even if this bottom line is already very low.

"This situation must be changed as soon as possible!"

Yongen screamed in his heart, and the long night passed in silence.

On the second day, it was just dawn.

In the vast red plain, hundreds of gods gathered together, and gathered in the middle were twenty-eight median gods.

"Everyone, there is a message from the front. There is a metal life flying towards us. It is only hundreds of thousands of miles away from us. Get ready. We can't let the metal life escape again." Among the crowd, Harry laughed loudly.

"Haha, we haven't opened for a few days, and finally we met a metal life. I hope there are not too few people with this metal life. If there are too few, I will not have fun killing them."

"Ha ha."

The robbers communicated with each other enthusiastically, and the atmosphere was very heated.

However, Yongen and Hammer, who were among the crowd, were incompatible with the fiery atmosphere. Not only did they not feel enthusiastic, but they felt a little depressed.

The two people who were forced to become robbers had not yet adapted to robbery.

Their expressions were not noticed by the many middle gods headed by Harry, but they were seen by the middle-aged man in black robes who were surrounding them.

"They are." Bailey looked at Yon En and the two uncertainly, and the memories of death came one after another. Comparisons have been made many times in my memory. These two unhappy people were Yongen and Hammer who had killed a group of them back then.

"Why are they both mid-level gods?" Bailey was startled. He clearly remembered that a few years ago, these two were low-level gods. Only a few years later, they both broke through to mid-level gods?

"Damn it!" Bailey gritted his teeth and his expression became ferocious.

In an instant, he remembered the battle that year again.

One by one, his friends died coldly under the deadly green light. Only Bailey survived because he still had the true form of the Holy Realm.

It's just that how can a holy realm survive in hell? In order to save his life, Bailey resolutely refined a lower god's godhead, so that he could stay in the bandit group and continue to survive.

Although his life was temporarily saved, his strength could no longer improve after refining his godhead.

The path to enlightenment was interrupted all because of these two people in front of him. If it weren't for Yong En and the others, his strongest clone of the God of Death would not have fallen.

"Why. Why. Why did my most talented lower-level gods of death fall, but they can become middle-level gods! I am not willing to accept it."

Hatred grew silently, then rapidly grew and expanded until it swelled his entire heart. This feeling almost suffocated Bailey.

"Kill my Bailey's strongest god clone, so that I will never be able to make a breakthrough in my life. I want revenge and I want them to die!" Strong anger ignited his heart, and Bailey could hardly control his expression, and the veins on his face Each one of them swelled sharply, and the beard trembled with regret.

"Hey, Bailey, what's wrong with you?" The yellow-haired boy on the side noticed something unusual and asked with an unclear eyebrow.

"Bilson, I'm fine." Bailey said reluctantly, suppressing his anger.

The yellow-haired boy looked at Bailey strangely, but since Bailey didn't want to say anything, it was hard for him to ask more questions.

After his interruption, Bailey gradually calmed down. He exhaled heavily, trying to release the pressure in his heart.

But this pressure cannot be poured out. Once the seeds of hatred spread, it will be too late to cover it up.

"Haha. I, a low-level god who refines the godhead, talk about revenge. It's really ridiculous!" Bailey smiled miserably as his delirious brain regained consciousness. After being crazy for a while, he had already recognized the reality.

In his heyday, he was no match for Yong En and Yong En, not to mention that now he is just a lower god who refines his godhead, while his enemy is a superior middle god!

The price of sobriety is to face reality, and reality often only becomes heavier.

Bailey suddenly staggered, and the huge pressure made him confused again.

"Am I going to have to watch my enemies domineering in front of me, or even tell me what to do?" Bailey asked inwardly, feeling suffocated again.

There is a strict hierarchy in hell. The strong must obey the orders of the weak, and bullying of the weak is almost the norm.

And this is even more obvious in the bandit group. After all, the bandits are already the group with the least moral bottom line.

The weak eat the strong, and the winner is king is the most respected creed of the bandit group.

Based on this creed, if Yongen ordered or asked Bailey to do something, or even killed him, no one would avenge him.

As the old man of the bandit group, Bailey certainly knew this.

"No, no, no, I absolutely can't let this happen. He is a practitioner of the rules of life. Wait, the rules of life?" Bailey thought in a panic. Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something important, and his whole mental outlook instantly changed. Change.

(End of this chapter)