The queen is so fierce

What is freedom?
The black-haired girl often looks at the slanting sunset and thinks like this.

Clothes that are as rough as hemp rope, it is considered extravagant to sew a few stitches on the torn openings; the enviable long hair is messy, and has no other meaning except that it will affect the hard work.

Cracked nails, pale dry skin, and criss-cross scars on the wrists and calves are shocking, as if they were indelibly branded by the heavens since birth...

God?

After all, do those guys who act recklessly in this continent based on their own selfishness really deserve to be called "Gods"?

Taking a step back, even if they are "true gods", what can human beings get from praying to them as believers?

Do you want to expect them to give favor?That was too humble.

In the end, the weakest human race can always rely on only the weakest self.

Even in hell where the gods are everywhere...

A guard in armor was urging the slaves to advance in an orderly and undisturbed manner. Looking around, he saw the black-haired girl froze in place.

"Hey! The human race over there? Did you hear me?!"

The guard waved the three-finger-wide whip without hesitation, and the sound of breaking wind exploded, like a thunder suddenly sounded in the setting sun.

Snapped--

Scarlet blood splashed, and a hole was torn in the already thin cloth, and the ragged skin could be seen through the hole.

The black-haired girl looked bitter, and the pain in her back was like a sharp knife cutting flesh, but she just gritted her teeth and held back without moaning.

She didn't want to show weakness, especially in front of these lackeys of the "gods".

"call--"

The black-haired girl forced herself to take a few rounds of deep breaths, managed to maintain her composure, and silently returned to the queue of slaves.

Seeing this scene, the armored guard curled his lips in disdain:
"It's just a human race, no matter how strong you are, you dare not resist the god race."

As soon as the voice fell, the black-haired girl who hadn't taken two steps stopped.

Aware of this, the armored guard raised his eyebrows, gripped the handle of the whip, and said in a joking tone:
"What? It's a waste that can't even absorb a little bit of spiritual energy into the body. Do you still think that the human race can resist?"

The black-haired girl didn't answer, but just clenched her fists, she knew that the other party was right on this point.

In this world, only the Protoss can absorb spiritual energy into the body without any risk. Although the three races of monsters and beasts can also absorb energy into the body, the conversion rate of spiritual energy is even less than two or three tenths of the Protoss.

As for the human race... The human race is the only race that has evolved from a beast to an intelligent creature on its own. It has broken away from the orbit of the heavens, and has not had any ability to communicate with the spiritual energy of the world since its birth.

There is no doubt that the human race is the weakest race, and in such an era, they can only be enslaved.

Those who are lucky may be exhausted to death, but those who are unlucky are chosen as sacrifices, and die early before they reach the crown.

In order to survive... in order to live longer in this crazy world, even in pain, he could only grit his teeth and stand firm.

Thinking of this, the black-haired girl let go of her skinny hands, and walked towards the panic-stopped line as if accepting her fate.

The armored guard curled his lips, showing a boring expression of "that's it", and spread his hands towards the fellow guards:
"I don't understand these human races, who were born to be slaves, yet they still want to resist the will of God..."

blah blah-

Before the armored guard finished speaking, the clear and coherent footsteps sounded in his ears.

Under their horrified gaze, the black-haired girl who had returned to the team indifferently just now rushed towards the two of them without any hesitation.

Because there were no shoes to wear, the black-haired girl's feet were scratched by the sharp-edged stones, and the fine stones pierced through the flesh of her soles like steel nails, leaving a series of bloody footprints on the ground.

The black-haired girl looked indifferent, but a cold flame was burning in her empty eyes.

She knew very well how expensive it would be for a mere mortal to dare to attack the Protoss, and she also knew that this punch would not hurt the opponent at all.

But she just couldn't bear the phrase "born to be a slave" from the armor guard.

Everyone in the world has been free since birth, and no one has the right to deprive others of their freedom.

It's just...it's just that I don't have the strength.

Suddenly, the black-haired girl found that the time around her became extremely slow, as if every message in the world was being passed into her mind without processing.

Even the speaking speed and movements of the two self-proclaimed gods in front of them have been slowed down dozens of times.

"Is this a marquee?" The black-haired girl couldn't help thinking.

If this was the marquee, wouldn't that mean she was going to die?
Well, anyway, she didn't intend to live when she rushed out.

It might be a relief if he just died like this.

Break away from this cruel world and gain real "freedom".

The black-haired girl evoked a self-deprecating smile, and slowly closed those empty, hopeless eyes.

At the same time, he swung the punch with all his strength.

……

……

Rumbling--

A flash of extreme black light, accompanied by a deafening roar, divided the entire sky.

An ambiguous spiritual crack appeared from the top of the sky, like a huge mouth across the abyss, engulfing everything around it into the storm.

As we all know, the balance of the Jiuzhou Continent relies on a natural system called "spiritual energy self-circulation". This system will automatically heal under the management of the laws of heaven.

That is, "what is missing, what is missing".

Although it is "replenishing", the aura of heaven and earth cannot be created out of nothing, and the missing part can only be absorbed by absorbing aura from other places.

This kind of phenomenon is called "Alien Spiritual Earthquake", and it is mostly caused by the displacement of continental plates, the eruption of extinct volcanoes, and the tsunami that flooded coastal towns... Such natural disasters will produce huge spiritual fluctuations.

Or...is there any powerful person who can affect the changes of heaven and earth, but can make the five-element abnormality that has not appeared since Ragnarok reappear? Think about it with your feet. It is the group of bigwigs who stand at the forefront of Jiuzhou.

Anyway, the culprit of the "foreign spirit shock" was lying on the bed in a daze.

To be precise, she was lost in thought as she watched the roof being knocked off by herself.

The fist that was unintentionally swung still stayed in the air, but the little hand wrapped in dry skin had become tender and rosy at this time, and the snow-white and slender fingers were as flawless as a work of art bestowed by heaven.

God?

The black-haired woman seemed to be thinking of something interesting, and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, her enchanting pupils were twirling, as if she was mocking the self in her ancient memory.

She got up slowly, the brocade quilt fell from her shoulders, and the graceful figure wrapped in the black silk nightdress was exposed to the air.

The black-haired woman raised her slender hands and pulled her temples behind her ears, and her jade feet lightly stepped on the spirit wood floor until she reached the platform outside the house.

She folded her arms and leaned lightly on the four-cornered eaves pillars, looking at the setting sun in the west, the image reflected in her pupils was a black figure.

After an unknown amount of time, the black-haired woman gently parted her red lips and uttered a familiar word.

"The end... is coming soon."