I give the world destruction and rebirth

Another deal, Tang Ji thought silently, his paused steps moving forward again.

Why do some people always think he is a fool? Tang Ji's steps were neither hasty nor slow, but every step was as precise as a doomsday clock.

The Nihelu Gandi bloodlines surrounding Gavalal began to become less sacred, and their expressions began to become very nervous, especially the group near the outermost position, they were closer to Tang Ji .

"Oh, maybe you have found a suitable method to treat your bloodline?" Garvalal Priyadarshini Niruru pondered, seeming to be thinking.

The earth is changing rapidly, and superhuman beings are overflowing. Even he, even the Nihelugandi family, has exhausted all material and financial resources in order to build Amaropati, giving up a lot of resources, and has exerted great influence on the earth. Strength decreased sharply.

Gavalal has become somewhat overwhelmed by the technology blockade on Earth in recent years. He is not sure whether there are breakthroughs in relevant research in the laboratories controlled by military technology and the Arasaka Group.

But as a true god in the biological field, he still has his abilities.

"So, can bringing your lover back from the River Styx appease your anger?" Gavaral spoke again, and the leaves of the Asoda tree trembled slightly, spreading every word he said.

Tang Ji's footsteps paused again, gray-black flames lingering around his body.

Atcham stood alone in the altar of reincarnation, watching the sacred water begin to wash away the remaining remains of Kidara, and the flesh, flesh and bone fragments completely disappeared into the gaps in the altar.

It was only then that he let out a long sigh. He had done everything he could. Has Kidara's soul been liberated now? Will she still be bound to her own body?

Is her soul still being punished by God for committing suicide?

Atcham looked at the altar of reincarnation in despair, then turned and walked towards the exit, where groups of Dalits were looking at him with an indescribable look.

The deep voices of Dalits chanted his name, Atham.

The white-haired elder just stood in the dark, looking at him with gloomy eyes, as if he was being admired by thousands of people.

But Atham was not touched at all. This was not what he wanted, or he did not know what he wanted. He seemed to have no goals in his life.

When working, he will hope that he can finish his work early and long to go back to his dark and damp corner to curl up for a while; when eating, he will hope that there are more leftovers in today's food, preferably a little oil star; when sleeping, he will hope that he can finish his work early. Sometimes, he will hope to get a covering to keep himself warm.

Atham discovered that he was a particularly ordinary little person, but Kidara was different. She was always so profound and her eyes were as bright as stars.

He didn't even wonder why Kidara sacrificed her eyesight in order to see the light of light one more time, nor did he wonder why she ended her life so decisively, without any fear of God's punishment.

Yes, he's not surprised, he just can't understand why.

Now he understood a little bit. He looked at those similar people who kept a distance from him, and looked at the corpses of Manu on the ground. They were lying on the ground in a mess, and they looked no different from the dead Dalits.

Atham turned back and glanced at those similar people again. They followed him evasively, but they all averted their eyes the moment he turned back.

He remembered that Asura in black once asked him: "Are you human too?"

What is a human being? Why did that black-clothed Asura ask that? Is it that important to be a human being?

Atcham stared at Manu's corpse and pondered. Suddenly he stepped forward and stood in Manu's blood. Amid the exclamations of many Dalits, he reached out and slapped one of the corpses.

This is for Kidara!

Atcham swung his arms again and gave him another slap. This was for the light of light! You stingy people!

When Atham turned back again, the Dalits behind him dispersed in a hurry, and he picked up a weapon from the ground that had been brought by the Manu.

He had seen how Manu used this weapon to emit a laser. It is ridiculous to say that the Sudras and Vaisyas on the upper level may not know what this is, and most Kshatriyas may only know this. a weapon.

As a Dalit, Atham knew that this was a laser transmitter

Atham is a pipe dalit. His daily job is to deal with various blockages in ventilation ducts and complete some welding work when needed.

Madhavan and other Manu working on this level did not want to give those tools any weird names, so they just called them by their original names.

Atham also knew what a laser was and what a laser transmitter was.

He raised Manu's weapon and pulled the trigger hard on another Manu's corpse, but nothing happened. These weapons were all equipped with genetic identification technology.

This didn't bother Atham, he tore and bit it, took away Manu's finger, and then used Manu's finger to pull the trigger.

A hole was burned instantly on the corpse, and it took a few seconds for Dalit's blood to flow out of the hole.

"You will bleed and die too. It's all lies." Atcham called the elevator, dragging the laser gun which was a bit too big for him.

The elevator came from top to bottom just like before in response to the needs of the Manu. When the elevator door opened, the corpses of the Kshatriyas were displayed in front of Atham like animals in a slaughterhouse.

But at this time, Atham was no longer touched by these superior Kshatriyas. He stepped on the corpses of the Kshatriyas and stumbled into the elevator.

As always, the elevator skipped the level of Sudras and Vaishyas and reached the level of Brahmins and Kshatriyas. When the elevator door opened, the place was still in chaos.

Tall and healthy senior people were running back and forth in a panic. Some people were carefully cleaning the blood on the ground, with the same confusion on their faces as the Dalits.

Oh, they are human beings too. When Atham looked at these people, he no longer felt any fear in his heart.

Carrying the weapon from Manu, he walked among the tall people like a dwarf walking in the land of giants.

No Brahmin or Kshatriya noticed the tiny Atham, and he walked freely to the elevator leading to the next floor.

Atham is a Dalit in the pipeline. He once traveled throughout Amravati in the pipeline. Of course, he could directly enter the level of Manu life from the pipeline, but he didn't want to.

He wants to follow the path of others openly!

Atcham didn't know if this was what Kidara wanted, but he felt like it was something Kidara would do.

When the elevator opened, Atham took a deep breath. He didn't know why he wanted to go to the top floor, to the residence of the gods.

The war between the asuras and the gods was not something he could participate in. He didn't even know if he could survive through the level of life where the Manu lived.

But Atham didn't hesitate and walked directly into the elevator.

If the god really exists, he wants to give Kidara an explanation...,

"I don't understand why you rejected me." Gavalal looked at Tang Ji who was climbing the steps, his face slightly unhappy: "I gave you the respect you deserve, and I was furious."

Those Nihelu and Gandi bloodlines of the COS Ganges gods formed a human wall, blocking the way between Tangji and Gavalal.

Tang Ji continued to move upward. At this time, the Nihelu Gandi family member who was closest to him was less than three meters away. Same as Ji.

But he didn't dare to take a step back. Gavalal was a very stern patriarch. He liked to treat these blood relatives as figures and place them in these positions according to his own preferences to fill the palace of gods in his imagination.

If someone behaves badly or tries to resist his rule, the best outcome is to be sent to the biomass crusher, and then a brand new one will be hatched in the biochemical chamber.

Gavalal never shied away from his actions, so they did not dare to retreat.

Tang Ji finally walked up to him, stretched out his hand and pressed his finger on the other person's forehead. His finger was like poking a persimmon, slowly burying it in.

It wasn't until the opponent's limbs twitched unconsciously that Tang Ji shook off the debris on his fingers, let the opponent's body fall, rolled down the steps, and gave up his position, allowing Tang Ji to take another step up.

"Your arrogance will lead to destruction." Gavaral said.

A light green fruit instantly grew out of the Asotea branch above Tang Ji's head. It grew to the size of a person and fell down.

The man with the red fruit broke out of the fruit and stood in front of Tang Ji. His whole body was burning with green flames and he looked the same as the corpse that rolled down just now.

The man looked at his hands from left to right, as if he was still not used to his new body. He raised his head and looked at Tang Ji, a trace of panic flashed in his eyes, and then anger emerged. Apparently he still remembered how he was attacked without any resistance. Killed by Tang Ji.

"I said, you don't dare to be angry." Tang Ji looked at the other party calmly, and the unsteady rootless anger dissipated without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The gray-black flames instantly infected the green flames. Tang Ji stretched out a finger again and killed the opponent in the same way along the same position. The body rolled down the steps again.

"I can use biological means to make your special zone more cost-effective. No more souls will die. These guilty souls will voluntarily spend their lives to atone for their sins." Gavalal's voice was slightly louder and he added more words.

But Tang Ji remained unmoved, he was not here to negotiate terms.

He is furious, the anger of all living beings, and the existence of this place is contrary to human ethics.

When Tang Ji raised his finger again, Nihelu Gandi's bloodline collapsed, and she screamed and ran down the steps, seemingly losing her mind completely.

Gavalal did not let her leave. The fugitive ran like a ball of plasticine that had lost its stickiness and suddenly scattered all over the place.

"Those who are disloyal and unjust will enter the realm of beasts." Gavalal stretched out his finger, and a green fluorescent light instantly hit the corpse.

The scattered corpses gathered together in an instant, expanded like air gel, and enveloped Tang Ji.

Several Nihelu Gandi false gods who were close were inadvertently involved, and instantly turned into blood and merged with the ooze monster, leaving only the skeleton in the jelly-like body, which seemed to be preserved in amber. Like a bug

The size of the ooze monster also immediately increased and became even larger.

The gray-black flames of hatred enveloped the opponent, but did not cause substantial damage. It was not a monster supported by supernatural abilities, but a manifestation of biotechnology.

Tang Ji punched the ooze monster, and his fist penetrated directly into the opponent's body. A stinging sensation came instantly, and his skin and muscle tissue were constantly melting.

And when he pulled out his arm, the wound on his arm had begun to heal.

Tang Ji did not get entangled with the monster. He disappeared out of thin air, and when he reappeared, he was less than fifteen meters in front of Gavalar.

He could just appear in front of Gavalal, but for now he wanted to continue enjoying the process.

Fear needs to progress layer by layer, and there needs to be a turning point.

But Gavalal's eyes were all covered by the leaves of the Ashoda tree, and he turned a blind eye to what was happening in front of him. He remained calm and composed: "It seems that we have nothing to talk about, Furious."

The last two Nihelu and Gandi bloodlines were named by Tang Ji in the prelude. They died without dignity and no one cared. Now, there is nothing else between Tang Ji and Gavalal.

"Do you think I will let your dirty hands touch my child?" Tang Ji took a few steps forward, stretched out his hand and broke the vines connecting Gavalar and the Ashoda tree: "Do you think I would Give you a chance to play with her DNA?"

"How dare you!" Tangji stretched out his hand to hold Gavalar's shoulder, and tore off his right arm with his other hand: "How dare you!"

Gavalal's body was like a wooden sculpture, with severely fibrotic muscles under the skin. The fact that his arms were torn off was no deterrent to him at all.

"Why don't I dare?" Gavalal's voice rang again, but this time, the voice came from the huge Ashoda tree above his head, not from the body in front of Tang Ji.

"I've already done it." Gavalal's voice suddenly changed and turned into a gentle and familiar female voice to Tang Ji: "Don't you realize it?"

Tang Ji suddenly raised his head and looked at the giant tree above his head. The monstrous flames of hatred instantly swept through the entire hall, surrounding everything and burning it.

There, a fruit was condensing rapidly, and inside the translucent film, a slender figure was slowly taking shape!

"Now, how are you going to kill me? Tang Ji?" A familiar voice threatened Tang Ji in an unfamiliar tone: "My consciousness is everywhere, this is my world, no one can disobey me. will."

"Yes, let me ask you." Gavalal switched to the previous voice again, but it was much deeper: "How dare you come to my kingdom of God and humiliate me like this!"