You've become the warden, and you're telling me I'm an undercover agent?

Chapter 430 "Who will please the Mother Goddess next?"

"Grandma means that the more daughters who destroy failed civilizations and the faster they do so, the happier he will be."

Aimu and Chi Ping said, her voice getting smaller and smaller, and she became less confident.

At the end, she looked up at Chi Ping and stammered, "I said I don't want to fight for the throne anymore."

All around them, the slaughter had begun.

Aguduo grabbed the air casually, and the flowing water gathered into a long sickle. The high-pressure water blades she slashed out flew towards the nearby buildings.

In the blink of an eye, you can see only half of the building left, and inside the building, half of a smiling face still remains.

The hero who originally defeated the tax collector instantly turned into a ruthless executioner.

Panic spread like a bomb at an extremely fast speed.

The disposable residents of the underwater town fled in panic.

They were begging, howling, and crying, but the only response they got was the high-pressure water blade that cut them in two.

They are disposable humans who exist because of civilization experiments. Since the experiments have failed, the consciousness in their bodies should be erased, recycled and reused.

Ikehira frowned slightly, trying not to pay attention to the situation at the scene.

But the vivid tragic scenes always make people clench their fists.

Ikehira's gaze passed over the wailing crowd, over the ruined buildings, over the village, and saw the dome here.

This primitive civilization was covered by a huge bubble under the water.

Similarly, there are other blisters and other various primitive civilizations around the bubble.

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Visionaries are civilized.

The first supernatural ability to emerge here was the ability to predict the future, so the prophet became the leader of the tribe.

For a group of thousands of people, the birth of each child is a joyous event of great significance.

The old prophet was already over sixty years old, and the years had sunk into his eyes. He reached out and took the baby, who was sleeping soundly, his chubby mouth still making sucking movements in his sleep.

The young couple opposite, dressed in coarse linen clothes, looked nervous and serious.

The old prophet forced a smile on his bark-like face:
"Don't worry, I've blessed many children."

He removed the baby's swaddling clothes and slowly immersed it in warm water, leaving only its mouth and nose above the surface. The baby woke up from its sleep and opened its eyes to see a strange and old face.

His mouth pursed and he started crying.

Then, the chubby little hands like Michelin tires kept flapping in the warm water.

The hearts of the young parents were extremely nervous, and their beloved baby, whom they cherished like the apple of their own eyes, was crying.

But at this moment, a golden light emerged from the baby's body and floated on the water.

Afterwards, more and more golden dots of light came densely packed in.

They surrounded the baby's lively body, reflecting the entire basin of water in golden color.

The young parents immediately looked at the old prophet nervously. They didn't know whether this was a good sign or a bad sign.

"He's a good baby with endless potential." The old prophet fished the baby out of the water and gently held up his elastic and tender little butt with one hand.

"He'll be a remarkable man when he grows up." For the first time, a smile graced the old prophet's bark-like face. "He'll be a great leader for our tribe. I see a possible future where he leads us, free from the constraints of our present, to soar into a wider world and build a greater civilization."

The old prophet said as he kissed the baby's forehead.

The young father was naturally very happy and kept thanking the child. The mother on the side reached out to take the child and said something like "As long as he grows up healthy."

"Child, you will be a great man in the future." The old prophet's face was like the land that had been frozen for hundreds of years, and spring suddenly visited, and it was instantly full of flowers.

Then--

A trace of blood splashed onto his smiling face.

A high-pressure water blade fell from the sky.

Cut the crying baby in two with a sharp blow;

Cut the old prophet's hand in two.

Cut off all ties with the father who thanked him.

"I say, this kind of civilized prophet is most likely a liar who only says nice things."

A winged fish leaped across the sky, and on its back stood two strong women in armored scales.

These are the two successors of the Yetana family, Aimu’s ninth and tenth sisters.

It was Lao Shi who spoke, and it was also she who took action.

After the water blade descended, the entire blessing venue was in chaos. The old prophet had lost his hands and was trembling. The audience participating in the blessing fled in all directions.

Lao Shi raised his blade and slashed it, taking away dozens of lives in a blink of an eye.

Lao Jiu ran away, wanting to continue the killing.

Inside the venue, the joy of life was instantly overshadowed by the fear of death.

"Let us go." The old prophet begged. Even though his hands were bleeding, he still knelt down with difficulty.

"Aren't you a prophet?" Old Ten used his condensed, flowing spear to pick up a fleeing spectator. "Can you tell me if I can kill him?"

"You spare him." The old prophet supported himself on the ground with his elbows, crawled on the ground, and lowered his head.

The excruciating pain from the broken arm made his face pale, and beads of sweat covered his forehead. But he couldn't fall down, couldn't faint.

His willpower gave him a moment of clarity, and he begged for mercy, begging for mercy for his tribe.

Lao Shi didn't answer, but pierced the audience directly. Then, he turned around and provoked another person and asked the same question again: "Will I kill him?"

The man who was provoked had turned pale, and he was so frightened that his limbs were limp and his whole body was shaking.

The old prophet looked at him and said tremblingly, "No."

"No." Lao Shi's long spear pierced the man's body.

Then, she challenged another person: "Let's calculate again."

The old prophet kept banging his head against the ground, supporting himself with his elbows, and crawled to Old Ten's feet: "Please spare us, spare us—"

"Will it?"

"Yes, yes." The old prophet said quickly.

"What an accurate calculation." The long spear still pierced the man's body.

The old prophet was on the verge of collapse. To him, this was nothing short of divine punishment, a natural disaster. Trapped in this giant bubble for his entire life, even the slightest stimulation from the outside world seemed like revelation.

What's more, why is it so unreasonable for him to die and his clan to be destroyed?
"Become our king, be our king." The prophet kept begging. He really couldn't think of anything that could move the killing goddess in front of him and make her stop killing.

Therefore, he had no choice but to give her the entire tribe and let her become the king.

"You want me to be your king?" Old Ten raised his eyebrows, a playful expression on his face: "Are you worthy enough?"

The old prophet paused and quickly changed his words: "God, you will be our God. Spare us, and we will worship you day and night, and our descendants, and every one of us, from birth to death, will serve you."

This is the only thing this simple ethnic group has.

"Oh? Really?" Lao Shi raised his eyebrows.

Seeing the smile on her face, the old prophet was immediately delighted. He felt that as long as this killer before him felt that his tribe still had a little meaning in existence, he would be able to stop the killing.

But then, I heard Lao Shi say:

"Then can you all just die?"

The water in her hands was like a snake with independent consciousness, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced through all the people still standing in the venue.

The old prophet was stunned. He crawled at Old Ten's feet and heard the sound of sharp objects being pounded into the flesh with great force.

He heard the sound of people falling, as well as screams and wails.

Then, life slips away.

When cowardice and fear reach their extreme, they can easily turn into anger.

The old prophet's heart seemed to be ignited by something. He struggled to stand up and tried to attack Lao Shi: "You beast who kills for no reason--" He stopped talking before he finished.

His anger was extinguished abruptly, but it wasn't Old Ten who killed him.

Instead, Lao Shi pointed at the people outside the venue who were panicking and like headless flies.

"Look, there are still people there." Lao Shi said very calmly.

The old prophet softened again:

"Please, please, spare us."

The smile on Old Ten's face widened, but from a distance he heard Old Nine's urging voice: "Hurry up, there's another place later!"

The eleventh brother carried the old prophet in his hand and rushed towards the ninth brother.

As she walked she said:
"I want to keep this guy, he's so interesting.

"If we don't kill him, we'll just let him watch us kill people. You don't know how funny his expression was just now!"

The tenth and ninth brothers walked further and further away, and their voices gradually became quieter.

After another three to five minutes, a space crack suddenly appeared in the blessed venue, and then Chi Ping, Le Baiwei San, and Aimu stepped out of the crack.

"Why is there a smell of blood everywhere?" Le Bai's eyebrows were wrinkled into knots. In her arms was a large pile of special foods collected from various primary civilizations.

When he got here, Ikehira only took a glance and knew that Aim's sisters had been there.

Even these people of primitive civilizations are no different from a line of code.

They only run according to the real trajectory of human civilization when they are needed, and are deleted when they are not needed.

But it still makes people feel a little uncomfortable.

Ikehira soon saw the only living person still breathing in the venue.

It was a young mother, holding her child who had been cut into two pieces in her arms, with empty and lifeless eyes.

Her chest was pierced and blood stained her clothes.

She kept muttering something, but her voice was too soft for anyone to hear clearly.

Although Le Bai was naive, she had a kind heart. She approached the woman immediately, wanting to inject her with life energy, but she avoided her.

Le Bai only heard the woman mumbling one sentence: "As long as you grow up healthy, that's all that matters."

The woman avoided Le Bai's movements and moved the baby in her arms.

With a "pop", half of the baby fell out of her arms. Seeing this, Aimu's heart twitched.

As a bystander, even someone as hard-hearted as Wei San felt a little sorry to see this scene.

Le Bai was about to treat the woman again, but a smile suddenly appeared on her face. She whispered:

"My child came to this world, took a look around, felt dissatisfied, and went back."

After saying that, the whole person fell to the ground with a bang.

Le Bai tried his best to input life energy into the corpse, but when the consciousness left the body, the corpse left here could no longer be considered a biological corpse.

No matter how much treatment Le Bai received, it was of no use.

So, she looked up at Chi Ping, her eyes a little red.

Then, the little girl Le Bai whispered, "Chi Ping, I don't like it here."

Chi Ping's expression was also terribly gloomy.

The killing lasted for two days and one night. By the third day, the primitive civilization in the huge bubble was completely destroyed.

Following the guidance of the Mother Goddess Yetana, the nineteen successors finally arrived at the central bubble.

The civilization here is slightly more advanced than the surrounding civilizations, but it is still far behind the outside world.

Just like when they landed on the island a few days ago, the 19 successors formed a circle and built a simple altar with stones in the middle.

They will be here to welcome the arrival of the Mother Goddess.

The simple altar was built in the shape of a Chinese character "回", with a wriggling mass of rotting flesh placed in the center. Chi Ping and Le Bai both found the smell pungent, but these girls, however, happily ate it.

After a while, the boss stepped forward and set fire to the rotten meat on the altar, and blue flames immediately rose from the rotten meat.

As the flames danced wildly, Chi Ping, Le Bai, and Wei San all smelled a burning odor. At the same time, a faint, low growl of a monster could be heard from within the flames.

"coming?"

Chi Ping stared at the flames. As the roar in the flames became clearer and clearer, the nineteen successors began to listen to the oracle of the Mother Goddess in the flames.

But to Chi Ping, this sound still sounded like a meaningless roar.

Then, the ninth lady walked out from among the nineteen people. She looked radiant, while the others looked unwilling.

"Ninth Sister destroyed the most primary civilizations. Grandma said that now Ninth Sister makes her the happiest." Aimu stood beside Chi Ping and translated in a low voice.

"Really?" Chi Ping raised his eyebrows.

Then he walked past Aimu and walked towards Lao Jiu.

"What is he going to do?" Agula looked at Chi Ping and asked Aimu.

But Aimu shook his head blankly.

Amidst the astonished gazes of the successors, Chi Ping walked over to Lao Jiu. He turned back to look at Aimu and asked:

"It's confirmed to be her, right?"

Aimu nodded blankly.

Lao Jiu was a little unhappy: "Man, even if you want to please me, you don't have to do it now-"

Ikehira raised his hand and punched.

The second half of Lao Jiu's sentence was shattered by a punch, and along with the sentence, most of Lao Jiu's body was also shattered.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere, blood splattered all over the sky, and blood filled the fields.

Everyone was shocked!
What is he doing? !
who is he? !

How dare he? !

Including Aimu, they all fell into a daze for a second or two.

Immediately, feelings of anger, panic, and shock spread throughout everyone.

Some people condensed flowing water weapons, some summoned ferocious beasts from the sea, and some transformed into sea giants hundreds of feet tall.

They roared and cursed.

They poured all their anger into their attacks, all directed at Ikehira in the center of the field.

But the next second——

"Noisy!"

As soon as Chi Ping's voice fell, the space within the venue fell into a "stagnant" state.

All attacks stopped in mid-air; all successors maintained their original expressions, constrained by space.

Except Ayim.

When the successor discovered that he could not move, the look in his eyes changed.

From anger to panic, their expressions are angry and their eyes are terrified.

It seems that there is a strange sense of disconnection.

"Aim." Chi Ping called out, and Aiim was startled and immediately replied "Here!"

"Tell me." Chi Ping glanced at his successor present.
"Who will be the next one to please the Mother Goddess?"

　It's been two-in-one lately because I broke a rib.

　　I was wondering why a bone was so soft and had no strength at all. It hurt so much.

　　Wait for two days to recover and then update normally.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)