Crossing, strategy, picking up morals

× Imagine 223 × Demon Race × Demise

Originally, Su Yu just wanted to be a protagonist in obscurity and fight for world hegemony with him. Even if the protagonist got a little bearish, hit two points, and made a lot of cold-blooded and unreasonable troubles, he endured it and let it go.It's unbearable for the paralyzed protagonist to actually want his life.Originally, the background is so crazy, cool and domineering, and the identity is respected by the generation of the most powerful official. Is it true that the protagonist is driven by the dog chain of the contract, like a dog, and even his life is sent out in the end, who the hell can bear it? !

Anyway, the system gives the final ending, as long as the main line of dominating the world is played and then the task of throwing everything to the protagonist is considered complete.Why is he tossed about by the protagonist's various unreasonable demands like a dog?So since entering this perverted dungeon, Su Yu, who was galloping towards the perverted road like a weed horse with prolapsed anus, kicked the protagonist off with his teeth.

Forbidden spells were engraved on the black coffin, and Su Yu threw the Lance in his hand into it.

Lance's entire face was covered in blood, and the light elements slamming into his body made him howl continuously. The dark coffin was filled with thick blood.Those fresh blood are enough to suppress those violent bright elements.

"Su Yu—please, don't—!" Lance put his hands on the side of the coffin, his body was covered in blood from the coffin, he looked embarrassed and pitiful.

Su Yu stretched out his hand and easily pushed him back, "Blood and darkness will drive out the light in your body, you won't die."

The heavy coffin lid came down, and the silver crosses nailed around the coffin made it impossible for Lance, who was imprisoned inside, to escape.

The coffin shook, and the blood inside fell on the ground along the cracks of the coffin, staining the entire gray ground red.

Su Yu inserted the silver cross on the coffin, and the movement inside gradually died down.

Su Yu took one last look at the quiet coffin, turned around and walked out.

What he has to do now is how to deal with the entire blood race with violence.

……

Lance, who was curled up in the blood, shivered, and the cold darkness enveloped him.He didn't dare to continue to struggle, the holy breath coming from outside the coffin in all directions made him only have the strength to tremble.

The hand that was cut off by Su Yu has grown back, and there is no trace of the contract on it.

"Art—" Lance didn't know who to call other than this name.

The dark breath enveloped him, obviously used to the cold and dark, but Lance still trembled at this moment.

"Art, save me." The eyes that have recovered are still white.

Lance could only see the darkness enveloping him.

The rioting light elements in his body were suppressed under the bloody blood, and Lance's body instinctively began to recover slowly through the nourishment of blood.

A face passed through the lid and met Lance's gaze.

Lance recognized the face, "Art—"

The outline of a face emerged from the lid.

"Lance, why are you so useless?"

Lance, who had never heard Art speak like this, showed an expression of disbelief, "Art, you... what are you talking about?"

"I said you are really useless."

Lance's lips trembled, and he stretched out his two intact hands to hold the face, but the moment he touched it, he was burned by the silver cross nailed outside.

A face that was exactly the same as Lance's, but far less flamboyant than Lance's, and the slender eyebrows showed weakness.

"Give me your body. The only thing you have of use to me now is this body."

"No!" Of course, Lance, who knew what this sentence meant, refused without thinking, "Art, I can find you a body, I can find you any body you want! Don't— —”

The lips on that face were tightly pursed, "Lance, what stupid things are you talking about."

Lance almost cried out.

"It was me who changed you from a lowly human race to a blood race. It was me who gave you the power to gain the glory of immortality—now, all of this should be returned to me."

"Yat, I saved you, you can't do this to me..." Lance's voice was pleading.

"But I have given you a hundred years." Art said with some distress, "Lance, you little villain, how can you be so greedy."

Lance said, "I can give you more blood... Didn't we promise it at the beginning? You put me on the throne of God, and I will turn this world into a paradise for the dead."

"Ah."

A very light laugh made Lance's whole body go cold.

"Yeah, we've agreed." A hand protruded from the side of the face, the hand was black and wrapped in layers of something like scales, "But, Lance—you are too Weakened, I saw a more powerful and beautiful blood race."

Lance was touched by that hand and almost stopped breathing.

"How could you ascend to the throne of God." This is the verdict.

"Are you going to abandon me? Art, I can, as long as I get the most precious thing of all races, I can become a god!"

"Lance, you know." The cold fingers slid down Lance's cheek.

Lance asked subconsciously, "Know what?"

"I am the last of the Demon Race." The purple eyes opened, reflecting Lance's pale and startled face at the moment, "If you want to become a god, you must kill me."

Lance was speechless, because the relief-like face had been squeezed in front of him.

"I like powerful and beautiful creatures, Lance, I have met better ones." That face has begun to overlap with Lance's, and in Lance's distorted complexion, a comfortable sigh sounded, "So, I Let go of you weakling."

"Don't—" Lance's tears squeezed out of his eyes, "Yate—I can kill all the races, and I can give you whatever you want! One day I will ascend to the throne of God——Yate! !"

In the small space, it is impossible to struggle at all, just like one body is desperately squeezing the flesh and blood of another body to make room for itself.

"Art—!!"

Lance's voice was shrill.

"Don't call me Art, that cat's name doesn't suit me. From now on, my name will be Lance Hewlett."

The screams stopped abruptly, and the coffin filled with fresh blood became quiet again.

'Lance' who opened his eyes sucked the blood dipped by his fingertips, and finally there appeared vertical pupils in his white pupils similar to some kind of beast.

"There is no race more suitable for the revival of war than the demons."

……

The trailing clothes slid across the blood-red carpet, faint blue flames poured out, and the bat hanging upside down on the roof opened its blood-red eyes, watching the entire hall.

The ground was covered with blood race remnants slowly wriggling.

At this moment, those powerful and beautiful blood races fell to the ground in pieces like human races that had been dismembered.

The culprit who caused all this is stronger and more beautiful.

The black leather boots were polished shiny, and they stepped on the head of a blood race with blond hair.

"I will replace Lance and become the current king of the blood race." Su Yu's long hair, bent down, fell in front of the humiliated face of the blood race.

A blood clan with a strict hierarchy, only the nobles can see the king.

Now Su Yu has trampled all these nobles under his feet.

Su Yu held the silver cross in his hand, the holy light on the cross began to corrode his hand, but he didn't seem to care at all, holding the silver cross against the heart of the blood race under his feet.

"If he is not willing, I will personally expel him to see the God of Light."

Gasping weakly, the completely crushed vampires got up from the ground one after another.They are all pure-blooded, and their ability to recover is astonishingly fast. Even if Su Yu cuts off their hands, they can recover in a moment.

Their most vulnerable place is the heart, once pierced with a silver cross, what greets them is the real end.

The blood clan respects power, and it is reasonable to crush all the blood clans and become the king of the blood clan.

When Su Yu took the seat where Lance was sitting, those proud blood races knelt down one after another to meet their new king until the next person who defeated him and replaced him appeared.

When the night fell, blood clans surrounded by vampire bats from the castle shuttled across the front of the mainland, wantonly catching prey they could see.Blood and death coexisted. The vampires who had already turned into cold monsters in the tomb vented their desire to kill crazily. Before dawn, they were the devils in the night, tempting and depraved devils.

The blood race has inherently handsome faces and gentle voices, and no one can resist their love words.Because their hearts have long been decayed underground, they can tell the most touching lies in the world.

Su Yu has never participated in this kind of hunting, he no longer needs blood.

But there is one who needs it.

The closed door was opened, and the coffin fitted with a cross was placed motionless in the center of the room. Su Yu walked over, holding a silver urn in his hand, and the urn was dedicated to the vampires who hunted outside. The finest and purest tribute of their king.

Twist the cross embedded in the coffin lid, and a hole the size of a fist appeared.

"Lance." Su Yu called out.

There was a rustling sound from inside the coffin, mixed with the sound of breathing.

Su Yu aimed the mouth of the urn at the hole in the coffin lid, and poured the dark red blood into it.

"Gudong—gudong—"

The demons locked in the coffin desperately drew strength from the warm blood.

A lot of blood was poured in, and Su Yu didn't stop pouring in until fresh blood slipped out from the gap in the coffin.

He reached out and twisted the silver cross, "Lance, are you better now?"

No one answered.

Su Yu only thought that the second hero was angry.Listening to the even breathing, Su Yu knew that the people inside had suppressed the violent light elements in his body.

What Su Yu didn't know was that the person in the coffin had already sat up in an extremely twisted posture, his face was covered with blood, and he stretched out his scarlet tongue to lick his lips that were still stained with blood.

'Lance' inside knew that Su Yu was standing outside.

The demons hiding in the darkness trembled with excitement.

This blood clan is stronger than Lance, after biting his neck, the blood containing powerful dark energy poured into his throat...

'Lance' swears it's the best he's ever tasted.

Powerful and delicious.Then abandoning that idiot Lance is a matter of course.

Su Yu stood outside for a while before closing the door and going out.

The demons who had been peeking out hard blinked their dark red eyes.

"When I give you the whole world, you will be mine."

The author has something to say: extended sentence:

1. The world belongs to you, you belong to me (normal)

2. When I give you the whole world, you will be mine (literature)

3. When I castrate all the cucumbers in the world, your chrysanthemum will be mine alone (Danmei)