I Defeated the Devil, So I Had To Become the Devil Myself

Chapter 220

The faces that disappeared in pain, the faces that were entangled and stabbed by vines, were bleeding and the beauty was destroyed.

Between heaven and earth, there is only wailing.

All this came so suddenly that no one would think that a small seed could cause such a disaster.

Snow lay in the arms of rain, holding a small animal with white fur dyed red by blood in her hand, which was her animal spirit.

"Leave, leave, leave here, live, live..."

The sound of snow is very weak, and the rain is howling in pain.

On the rain's shoulder, a small black beast is like a small black beast like a dog. The little beast bares its teeth and puts some light outside its body to resist the wild branches of the world tree.

"No! No! "

The rain is roaring. As a young man, he doesn't understand parting, and he doesn't understand death.

"Snow, you wait for me, I haven't said that sentence, you..."

The sound of rain stopped, and he didn't go on, because snow had closed his eyes. Left peacefully with a smile. The snow's hand fell to the ground, and the young life disappeared. With his little beast, he slept in this land forever.

Even the powerful animal spirit messengers, even those adult messengers who can change into animals, no one can escape the attack of the growing roots and branches of the world tree.

This is the attack of the creator, not to mention the destruction of a world. Do not know the tired tree of the world, its branches stretch aimlessly towards the sky, and its roots are deeply inserted into the soil.

In just over a month, the world was in ruins. The world tree has also stopped spreading, because its roots have spread to any corner of the world, because it has enough blood. It is the watering of these blood that makes the growth of the world tree crazy.

The process from seed to tree of the world is completely out of instinct. At this time, the tree of the world is just a plant. It will have wisdom only when the new world is born, and the destruction of the world is only out of creative instinct.

The ruined world is gradually changing, and the messy land begins to recover its vitality a little bit. This is a process, a process of death and rebirth.

There was only one boy in the ruins, with a smile on his face. It was a desperate smile, and he walked aimlessly.

Behind him, a small black leopard like beast followed him. Perhaps it is this leopard that makes the boy feel less lonely.

The boy walked back and forth in the collapsed house. No one knew what he wanted to do, even himself.

"No?"

"No!"

"No!"

"No..."

The boy sat on the ground, roaring four times in a row, one more sad and one more desolate.

"Only myself, no, and you."

The boy lay on the ground without any expression on his face. Every day he would howl in the ruins in an attempt to wake up the sleeping people.

But people who sleep deeply have long fallen into eternal sleep.

The boy touched the little beast, and the little beast licked the boy's face. Only at this moment will the boy feel alive.

The boy wanted to die, but his heart remembered the sentence of snow, leave and live.

He wanted to live. He lived with the advice of snow. The rain stood up.

"Go!"

The rain suddenly roared angrily.

He galloped away into the distance.

Ahead, a big tree supporting heaven and earth is right there.

The rain attacked madly, kicking, boxing, slashing and biting. All the rain used all his attack moves, but the tree remained motionless.

The little beast howled and tried to stop the master from doing so every day, because the master's fist was full of blood, and because the corners of the master's mouth were full of blood.

"Why!"

Rain sat down on the ground decadent again. He was desperate. For a whole month, he couldn't even destroy a piece of bark of the tree.

"Why..."

"I want to be an animal spirit envoy! A real beast spirit envoy, a beast spirit envoy that can be changed into a beast! "

"I will destroy your damn tree with my own hands, you big tree that brings destruction and disaster!"

Rain clenched his fist again. He wiped the blood around his mouth and said fiercely.

With the passage of time day by day, the destroyed world has no day and night, but a gray sky. I don't know how long the rain has passed. He only knew that he and the little beast grew up day by day, looking at weeds against the soil, wild fruits and even animal carcasses

The rain who grew up has a beautiful face. What doesn't match this face is his gloomy look.

Growing up, the little beast completely grew into a fierce beast, with black fur and black eyes. This leopard shaped fierce beast. If the world is not destroyed, rain must be a powerful animal spirit.