Chapter 929

Mo long struggled on his hand, but his eyes were very firm.

Suddenly, Mo long laughed.

As if in his eyes, the terrible demon God was a clown who was constantly joking, which made him unable to stop the raging laughter.

"Why are you laughing!!" the thousand blade demon God was furious, and his strength was even heavier. The sixth order demon God's power could easily crush the ink dragon's throat, but he didn't want to kill the ink dragon immediately. With the increase of the palm strength of the thousand blade demon God, the ink dragon's throat kept making bursts of "creak, creak" sounds, as if it would be crushed at any time.

Soon, Mo Long's crushed throat could not make any sound. He could only see the pain of being unable to breathe on his face, and no sound could be made from his throat.

Mo Long's face was pinched red and purple, like a pickled eggplant. Under the powerful power of the thousand blade demon God, he could not only breathe, but also the blood in his veins could not flow smoothly. In just a few tens of seconds, the fourth-order strong man walked around in hell.

The hand of the thousand blade demon god suddenly loosened, and the body of the ink dragon fell down.

He knelt on the ground and breathed continuously. His extremely hypoxic lungs greedily pumped out the surrounding oxygen.

"Hehe..."

Mo long laughed again. He covered his heart, knelt on the ground and laughed again.

"You, stupid demon God, don't know anything, don't know anything!!"

"Do you think we're just your biochemical tools?"

"Do you think we don't have our own thinking and feelings, and will only do things according to the procedures you have designed?"

"You're wrong!!"

"Even if we are clones, we are flesh and blood."

"Even if we are clones, we still have our own feelings!!"

"Even if we die, we don't want to work for you. Even if we die, we have to die because of ourselves!!"

"Although we are clones, we are all different people."

"We..."

"It's Mo long!!"

"For freedom!!"

Mo Long's words, at the end, were almost shouted with a roar.

This was the first and only time they rebelled against the gods.

This is their roar at their fate.

These are the words of all Mo Long's heart. They don't want to be other people's tools or other people's machines.

Each of them is flesh and blood, even if they are clones, even if they are born from a test tube, but each of them is a real person with feelings!!

Facing the words of Mo long, the thousand blade demon God was stunned and laughed.

"Ha ha ha!"

"I said why did you rebel? It was for this, for freedom?"

"Freedom?"

"You are just a pile of garbage and tools copied by us. Although you are a higher level fourth-order ability, you are still just garbage for the demon God..."

"You deserve to talk about freedom?"

"You are just our dogs, a pile of shepherds, a pile of tools made by more stupid ordinary people."

"Dog..."

"Also deserve to talk about freedom?"

The thousand blade demon God laughed. In his eyes, the ink dragon and even the whole biochemical army were just dogs produced to serve them. They were all tools.

Dog

A group of dogs deserve to talk about freedom??

Are you kidding?

A slave is a slave.

Tools are tools.

A group of dogs have to do things obediently in front of their master, and then the master praises and wags his tail.

Talk about freedom? Talk about feelings? Talk about life??

Don't laugh off your big teeth!!

The thousand blade demon God didn't see Mo Long's words at all. Even if his own language deeply hurt Mo Long's heart, it doesn't matter. It's just a dog. Why care.

"You rebelled because of this? You have to see your strength!"

"Since the dog is not obedient, kill it!"

The thousand blade demon God lifted the body of the ink dragon again. This time, he wanted to directly crush the throat of the ink dragon.

Mo long has no fear of death.

He knew he was rebellious, and there would be such a day.

He knew for a long time that he had no chance in front of the demon God.

But he still laughed.

Because this time, he didn't die because he was a tool.

This time, he died for himself.

Mo long opened his eyes and said the last sentence with a smile.

"My death, in your eyes, may be very light."

"But you so-called masters..."

"It's a disaster!"

Mo long would rather die than surrender, and there was a trace of inexplicable irony in his smile.

The thousand blade demon God looked at his face and gradually became ugly: "it's really funny. How big waves a group of dogs want to turn."

The thousand blade demon God thought that this action was only Mo Long's own rebellion.

In his eyes, no matter how much power the ink dragon gathers, he can kill it in seconds.

With the increase of the strength of the thousand blade demon God's palm, the ink dragon's neck made bursts of broken sounds.

Click

With a clear sound, the black dragon's neck was broken. His body was really thrown away by the thousand blade demon God like a dog, and fell on the ground.

The ink dragon is dead

So easily killed.

However, unlike those who died in the past, he died for himself. He died for his ideals and feelings, not in the program designed by the gods.

Perhaps this is another relief for him.

However, the death of Meron did not make the biochemical forces retreat.

They still regard the whole base as their mortal enemy.

The face of the thousand blade demon God gradually becomes ugly. It seems that

There is more than one rebellious ink dragon. He killed this one, and other ink dragons are controlling the biochemical army!!

Damn, how many ink dragons have defected?

How many ink dragons are controlling these armies!!

"Damn... You goddamn wild dogs, you garbage tools, really dare to group against our gods!!"

"Well, well, since you dare to resist, I'll kill one by one. You rubbish, we can make you and destroy you!!"

"I want you to know that no matter how many you trash fourth level abilities come, they are useless to me. How many you come, how many I kill!!!"

It doesn't help the situation. He has been has been has spread like a thunderbolt, and he has heard all the creatures in the circle within a few miles. He said to those who were listening to the ink dragon, let them know who has the final say, let them know that no matter how much of this power is low, the rubbish will be useless.

The thousand blade demon God kept chopping the silver blade in his hand. Thousands of blades chopped the surrounding monster zombies into countless steps, splashing blood and flesh, and separating flesh and bones. He wanted these ink dragons to see how far they were from the sixth order demon God.

However, while he tortured and killed the surrounding biochemical forces.

An insignificant human appeared beside the body of the ink dragon.

He took a look at the dead ink dragon, squatted down gently and smoothed the ink dragon's eyes with his palm

"Sorry for being late."

"Rest in peace, you are a qualified soldier, you are a real man."

The man said so

"Who!!!" the thousand blade demon God scolded. He suddenly felt an extraordinary breath near him. He turned and looked. The blades in the air condensed in front of him and made a good fight.

The man was dressed in a bloody robe.

The man had a long black and red knife in his hand.

That man... Is so strange and evil.

Li Chao

Li Chao arrived!!

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