The Nami tribe bowed down, just like they are now, they dare not really resist when they are massacred and will only beg. Should such people be saved?"

When Fusang heard this, he was silent. These people were indeed not worthy of sympathy.

"Of course there were women and children there. They were all concentrated in the square at that time. Liu Ping and Xiongwen couldn't do anything at all when facing these women and children. I was also hesitating at that time. But do you know what I saw?"

Fusang shook his head, staring at me without blinking and asked, "Boss, what have you seen?"

"The group of people did not look afraid, and they still acted in noble positions when they were surrounded by us. Some people even watched us drool unconsciously, making me decide to kill them. The one who just spoke was a child who pointed at us in a tender voice and said, "Flesh, lamb, you want to eat!"

Fusang stands in a cold way! Eat people is a bit psychologically distorted among the human race, or it is not uncommon for famine in the ordinary people, but even a child who just can speak thinks it is normal, which is very terrifying.

It would be fine if you don’t recognize your identity. Put yourself in the team’s perspective and treat your own people more cruelly, you can’t describe them as hatred. They really deserve to die.

The Million Gods Team just watched silently. In the Nebula space, they didn't have to worry about being affected. However, none of them showed a relaxed look, but there were only sorrow and pain. Think about whether the son of hope did not come back or he was one of them would be like this. There are many answers, but in the final analysis, there are only two choices: living a life of silence or meaningless death.

I think most people will choose the former. Death is not terrible. What is terrible is that many people in this world are difficult for them to give up everything they have. From officials, nobles, generals, ministers, princes, peddlers, or wandering on the streets, they will have a attachment to life. If everything is indifferent, they will choose to end without others taking action. Otherwise, there would be no such thing as suicide.

The massacre continued, and the royal guards could obviously be faster. After all, the battle between the superior gods could end in an instant, but they seemed to be enjoying this process, gathering these human races to kill one by one. This was undoubtedly bloody, but these Nami races seemed quite interested.

The happy laughter and the sorrow of begging for mercy make people feel heavy depression in their hearts.

"Boss, I want to save them!" Fusang said again, "They are human race after all!"

"Wait!" I only said one word. Actually, I also want to rush out and kill these royal guards. But the waves wash away the sand, and what is left is the gold worth cherishing. If these people are still saved, they dare to resist. They can't even resist. What can I do when I save them? Do you say that I am a member of the Nami tribe in the Nebula Space?

Three meson spaces, the upper gods of nine million human races, took less than an hour, and only a few hundred thousand were left. They were still kneeling, and some of them were already scared to the ground. Even if the other party took them to themselves

They were lifted up and threw it into the massacre site, and they were motionless. Some people finally raised their heads, red eyes, staring at everything in front of them, and not begging for mercy.

These people's

They must be very confused about whether to resist or be slaughtered, which requires great courage for them to choose.

Fusang's eyes were red. He knew that no one stood up at this moment, even if he swung a punch and died heroically. Fusang had excuses to attack, but he didn't see it! The eight million human races were massacred by the five million Nami races and they had to be clean.

"Grass! I'm fighting with you!" Finally someone jumped up toward the Nami guard who was walking towards him like crazy. The attack was disorganized, but it exuded a sense of courage.

Gude, a very ordinary human race, has been practicing from a weak to a superior god, but has arrived at the end of harvest. Gude had resisted, but was easily subdued by the Nami tribe. A Gude who was about to die accepted his fate.

However, he was still very lucky because he met Xiaotian in the slave market. Xiaotian threw him into the mustard space. There was a human tribe here, living a quiet life that Gude could not imagine. The only god they believed in was Xiaotian. They considered themselves to be Nami people.

Even Gude slowly accepted this concept. It seems that the human race has long declined to be loyal to Xiaotian, the prince of the Nami clan, seems to be a good choice. After all, Xiaotian lets them live. So that they don’t have to worry about hunting once every ten thousand years or harvest once every ten thousand years.

Although it is just in the mustard seed space, many people have homes and descendants, and have long regarded the meson space as their real home.

Gude was not out of the box. But when he felt the fear of death, saw his tribe members being massacred for fun, and the resentment of being abandoned by Xiaotian! He could no longer bear it, and the most primitive struggle finally made him jump up and start attacking the Nami guard who was about to pull him away.

Bang bang bang! Three fusses without any fancy hit the guards firmly.

The guard Zhang Da looked at the human who dared to resist in disbelief. He spurted out blood and his body flew up.

"You dare to resist and kill him!" Xiao Yun's sword pointed at Gude without hesitation, with no murderous intent in his eyes, only a trace of inexplicable excitement.

:Kill! At this moment, waved your hand to open the Nebula Space and pointed forward with a long sword in your hand.

Kill! Fusang could not help but screamed and jumped out directly. In an instant, layers of vines appeared and quickly began to spread around. What followed was countless attacks of law tilting down like rain.

Boom boom boom boom boom! The continuous explosions came from all directions, and the Nami royal guards were almost submerged in an instant.

Human race! Xiao Yun saw the first Fusang to appear clearly at the first time and immediately recognized the other party's identity. But before he could figure out what was going on, the crazy law attack had completely submerged the defenseless Nami royal guards.

Xiao Yun held up the protective cover, his eyes were red. The human race actually tore up the contract and attacked the Nami royal guards. This was simply a rebellion. Xiao Yun wanted to kill the human race who dared to jump in front of him. Regardless of the attacks in the sky, he walked towards Fusang step by step.
Chapter completed!