"So what? I am already an undead. I have led the undead clan and the demon clan to stand on a united front. My hands are already stained with the blood of the gods. There is no going back." Yasha leaned on him helplessly. The wall laughed at my muddled state.
He yearns for the Gods, but will never be accepted by the Gods again. He has even become the target of resentment from many races, the king of the undead...
"So what about the undead, I have never understood why the Lord God gave up the undead, but I believe that as long as the undead no longer violate the wishes of the dead and turn them into unconscious puppets, then the resurrection of the undead will become the most popular method. A welcome race." Shen Yanxiao looked at Yaksha, who was wailing in the abyss during this time, and she could clearly feel that there was not much difference between the undead and other races.
They also have their joys and sorrows, and they also have relatives.
They also yearn for the light and hope that they can be accepted by the gods.
Yasha looked at Shen Yanxiao in surprise. From the beginning, he only regarded Shen Yanxiao as a chess piece for Bi Xiu to show up, but just such a chess piece said something that made his heart beat.
Being accepted by the gods has been the long-cherished wish of Yaksha and all the undead.
But after a moment of excitement, Yasha once again showed a look of despair.
"The main god is missing and the gods have fallen. Who will accept the undead? After all, the undead are just an abandoned and shady race."
Shen Yanxiao suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Xiu.
"Xiu can do it! You all say that the most powerful person among the gods besides the main god is Xiu. He is also the one who leads the gods and demons to fight against each other in the battle between gods and demons. As long as you guarantee that the undead will not resurrect the puppets, Xiu can accept you on behalf of the gods."
Things like what the Gods represent should not be too simple!
It doesn't matter if the main god is missing, Xiu is the strongest upper god.
There are only three gods that exist in time now...
Shen Siyu is her brother, so there is no reason not to support her brother-in-law.
The Dragon God is Xiu's punching bag. If you dare to object, you will be beaten to death!
Shen Yanxiao's suggestion stunned Yasha. He was stunned for a long time before he raised his head and looked at Xiu with a cold face.
A certain great god had an expressionless face, as cold as ice.
Shen Yanxiao turned his head, blinked his big clear eyes, and acted coquettishly and cutely.
Xiu glanced at Shen Yanxiao indifferently, then turned to look at Yasha who was stunned.
"If you can ensure that the undead abide by the agreement, on behalf of the Gods, I will accept the existence of the undead. The undead will have the same right to survive as other races." Xiu's voice was not loud, and his tone did not fluctuate at all.
But every word was like a branding iron stamped on Yaksha's soul.
Yasha, who had been suppressed for thousands of years, finally burst into tears at this moment.
Like a child, he curled up into a ball, buried his face in his hands, and choked.
He couldn't remember how long he had been looking forward to it, hoping that he could be recognized by the gods again. He thought he would never have such an opportunity in his life.
When he switched to Satan's camp, he thought he would be the enemy of the gods for the rest of his life.
But unexpectedly, hope finally came again.
Shen Yanxiao silently looked at Yasha who was out of control, feeling a little sad in his heart.
Who can connect the cold and cruel ancestor of the undead from before with the choking figure in front of him?
That main god is really good at tormenting people. Where did he go? Why did he disappear suddenly?