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Chapter 634 Punishment

Belphegor picked up the drink, cleared his throat, and continued his strange speech.

"Boluogo, I like you. You are different from many people. When they see the devil, they seem to have a deep hatred. They cannot listen to what I say at all. They just want to leave quickly or give me a knife."

Belphegor smiled at Bologg, and now he had the face of Irwin, "You are different, you will listen to me carefully and think seriously about the relationship between us."

"Actually, I have always felt that humans have a great misunderstanding of the devil..."

"You are just slaves of power," Boluogo said indifferently, "each of you are bound to the wishing machine."

"Yes, you can understand this way, no matter what kind of disaster we cause, the opportunity that started it all is, in the final analysis, the desire of mankind."

[By the way, what is the best app for reading aloud and listening to books, a source-changing app?]

Belphegor pursed his lips, "Look, it's not the devil but humans who are guilty... We just tampered with it a little bit."

Boluogo was silent. He was not good at debating, and he did not want to argue with the devil. You must know that the existence of these evil beings is inherently cunning and treacherous.

"Let's talk about the differences between me and my blood relatives."

Belphegor coughed twice, sat up straight, raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The pictures on the screen flashed, and the unbearable movie session began.

The roaring sound of explosions echoed in the theater, and Boluogo felt as if a bomb exploded in front of him. The sound was deafening, and there was only an endless buzzing in his mind.

Scenes of war appeared on the screen, with fireworks and artillery shells all over the sky, corpses piled up in mountains, trenches soaked in blood, and everyone looking dejected, like mummies crawling out of a grave.

"Let's go, we can take a closer look."

Belphegor stood up as he spoke. At the same time, the picture on the screen began to extend. The burning scorched earth crossed the boundaries of the screen and actually invaded reality. Bologger barely had time to think, and the blood-soaked soil began to spread.

It replaced the flat masonry and stood under my feet.

There was a pungent smell like sulfur in the air, mixed with rich blood. Boluogo stood up blankly, fatal stray bullets passed by him, and then the soldiers raised their bayonets and roared from behind.

He ran past him, but before he could reach the enemy's position, he was shot into pieces by machine guns.

Belphegor breathed hard, swallowing the breath of death into his belly. He showed a satisfied look, and then said to Bologger, "I like war movies."

Bologger stepped forward and stepped on the dry ground. He was sure that this was not some kind of hallucination. Under the influence of Belphegor's power, he had really stepped into his movie.

"Let's roughly understand it this way: the devil is the rancher, and humans are a group of sheep, and the soul is the wool produced by you."

Belphegor led Bologg to a high ground where he could overlook the entire battlefield. Accompanied by the loud sound of bugles, a group of cavalry faced the bombardment of artillery fire and broke up the opponent's defense line, waving their sabers and slashing.

Soldiers were turned over one after another, but there were also many cavalrymen who fell in the hail of bullets and rolled together with their horses.

"I have a few more extreme blood relatives. To them, humans are just livestock that produce souls. In order to harvest souls as quickly as possible, they have carried out many violent acts in history."

Boluogo murmured, "The empire of eternal night."

"Yes, he once talked to me about his great idea." Belphegor picked up the telescope and looked at the war in the distance. "He said that the territory of the empire will cover the entire continent, and the Night Clan will be the only ruler.

By.

He feels that no human being can refuse the gift of eternal life. The only thing they have to pay is to hide in the night. Then there will be more and more immortal Night Clan, and they will become the cornerstone of the empire, working day and night...

Oh, by the way, there are also ordinary people. He will raise a group of ordinary people in captivity, just like livestock. They will continue to reproduce, and then harvest part of the souls regularly, and cycle in turn to build the entire world into a huge soul harvest.

machine."

Belphegor laughed, "Efficiency comes first."

"Another of my blood relatives created another empire, and she has a plan called the Year of Troubles. She will continue to launch wars. Forced by death and desperation, human beings will always long for the gift of fate.

, even if this gift comes from the devil, as long as someone is willing to reach out to them, even if it is a sharp knife, they will hold it firmly.

Death, plague, famine...sufferings will make humans sacrifice their souls just for a moment of peace and food."

Belphegor stopped smiling and shook his head, "As for their results, you have also seen that Yongye's empire was destroyed in the Dawn War, and the years of turmoil also ended with the fall of the Holy City.

Humanity was surprisingly good. It defeated the plots of my blood relatives twice in a row and curbed their power to a certain extent. This gave moderates like us a chance to win."

"You must have played a role in it," Bologo said. "This is a dispute between devils. You will not allow one family to dominate."

The two examples cited by Belphegor were both disputes between devils, which Nathaniel had once told to himself. Now Borogo got another angle of this story from the mouth of the devil.

"Yes, so a moderate like me will choose to cooperate with humans."

"Moderates?"

"I am different from my extreme blood relatives. If possible, they are even willing to kill all humans and completely destroy human civilization. But I like human creations. Although the essence of us devils is to chase souls, I still

There is another group of blood relatives who are willing to pursue these insignificant things in addition to chasing souls."

Belphegor snapped his fingers again, and magnificent sculptures rose from the ground. Before Bologg had time to appreciate them, they were destroyed by artillery fire into debris all over the sky.

"Look, if they are allowed to harvest, these madmen will burn the books, destroy the movies, slit the throats of all the singers, break the hands of all the painters... Everything I love will be gone."

Burlogo didn't believe what Belphegor said, "Is this where your differences lie? It's just a hobby."

"Really?"

Belphegor continued, "This is related to the authority we hold. For example, another blood relative of mine, as long as there is war and death, he will gain a steady stream of strength, unlike me, who will have to suffer.

run."

Different original sins have different authorities, and their needs are also different.

"Asmodeus is wavering. As a witch of pleasure, what she needs is strong human emotions. If it goes to the extreme, I can imagine a world like that, where she will inflict endless suffering on the world and use herself to

His protection as salvation.”

Belphegor just fantasized and couldn't help but shake his head, "Would you like that kind of world? Bolog, everyone's body is full of nails. If you have nothing to do, you have to pull them out to turn the pain into pleasure, and then

Become numb under the impact of pleasure."

Boluogo has come into contact with too many enemies of the Zongge Orchestra. Just recalling the contradictory and twisted emotions makes Boluogo extremely disgusted.

"But my blood relative doesn't just like pain. It's just that pain is the easiest emotion to obtain. If possible, she also longs for that noble emotion."

"But that kind of emotion is not easy to come by, let alone for a devil," Borogo said.

"That's why I think she's ridiculous."

Belphegor laughed loudly, "I like humans. I am the devil who loves humans the most among my brothers and sisters. Asmodeus may have loved humans too, but she can't have such noble emotions."

"It sounds really contradictory."

Borrogo recalled the devils and their followers he had come into contact with, "Gluttons are always hungry, greedy people are never satisfied, slothful people are always on the run... those who are lustful are eternally numb."

"Is this fate's punishment for you devils?"

"maybe."


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