On the lonely soul in the wilderness, a warrior wearing broken armor threw several dead heads around his waist in front of the grave, then used the skulls as cups and filled them with strong wine to worship.

"Mothers and little sisters, I have avenged your revenge. You have been waiting in Huangquan for a long time. I will go down to accompany you soon."

The samurai witch was drinking and crying.

Although her great revenge was avenged, she who committed the crime of massacring the powerful no longer has a place to stay in Japan. But it’s okay to just go and reunite with her family. Anyway, there is nothing she misses in this world.

.

With this thought in mind, the samurai pulled out the broken sword from his waist and pointed it at his abdomen.

However, just when she gritted her teeth and prepared to commit seppuku, a cold light flashed and her broken knife was sent flying far away.

The samurai was alert and thought it was a hunting party of powerful people coming, but when she turned her head, what she saw was the sky full of evil spirit.

"If you don't know how to continue living, how about you give me your life?"

At the front of the huge demon team, the big demon wearing a somewhat funny clown mask sheathed his sword and stretched out his hand towards her, extending an invitation.

The samurai looked at this strange clown with a lunatic look, but when she saw the clown pouring wine to pay homage to the lonely grave, her eyes softened slightly.

"I have offended a big shot, and you will get into big trouble if you want me."

She said so.

"The last thing I'm afraid of is trouble. Anyway, no matter what trouble you have, it will definitely not be as big as mine."

The clown put his hands together and bowed in front of the grave, then turned and left.

"You're already dead anyway, so there's nothing to be afraid of. If you want to come, then just follow."

Leaving these words behind, Hyakki's team continued to move forward.

The samurai thought for a while in front of the grave, and finally picked up the broken sword and followed it.

In the dark ancient well, there was a wounded lone wolf girl silently licking her wounds, holding a broken bow in her hand.

"Damn, damn"

The girl suppressed her voice and roared unwillingly.

She had suffered so much over the years and thought she had finally gained strength, but why was it still not enough in the end?

She is still too weak, too weak to do anything.

I thought I could finally get my revenge, but instead I didn't even see my enemy, and was chased by those damn hawks and dogs in such a mess.

The wounds on his body sent bone-chilling pain, but these physical pains were nothing compared to the inner pain.

The desperate and unwilling girl knelt on the ground and couldn't help crying. She clenched her fists hard, and she felt nothing even if the sharp claws pierced her palms.

only

"Miss in the well, do you long for power?"

A face wearing a clown mask poked out from the mouth of the dry well above, she shouted.

"So what's the price of power?"

The lone wolf girl was originally very wary. She subconsciously wanted to escape, but the other person's look stopped her from moving.

After realizing the gap between them, she was silent for a moment, and then asked in a hoarse voice.

"The price? The price is probably that you will never be able to be so incompetent and angry again."

The lone wolf girl was a little stunned when she heard this, but before she could react, a force gently pulled her up.

"Welcome to the Witch's House."

The team of monsters crossed the entire Heianjing. The team that originally had only six people quickly expanded to hundreds of people. It already had the momentum of a real Hundred Ghosts Night Parade, especially the monster energy that soared into the sky and could be seen from a long distance away.

arrive.

Dorothy originally wanted to use the power of Mingjing Shisui to cover up the traces of Hyakuki Yakou, but after this journey, her thoughts gradually changed.

It's like, it's really like it. It's obviously still inside the witch's world, and there's no foreign invasion this time, but why is this situation so similar to that in Witch's Night?

In Witch Night, it was an invasion of angels and barbaric and ruthless foreigners, so forget it, but the witches on the Japanese island have the same origin, but why did it still become like this?

"Haha, because the only lesson humans learn from history is that they don't learn any lessons."

Above the head of the otaku witch, Senior Hat opened her eyes of stars. She looked at the team of hundreds of ghosts with some boredom, and then yawned.

"Xianbao, human nature is so despicable. It's okay when there are external enemies, but when there are no external enemies, they themselves are the enemies. Internal fighting is the eternal theme of human nature. They are so hopeless."

The Fourth King, who had read too much history and was cursed by the knowledge of history and fell into madness, sneered. She had long been used to this.

Well, anyway, after fifty years, she will go crazy and go on a killing spree.

The world is dirty and needs a brand new cleansing.

After hearing what her senior said, Dorothy also nodded.

But then she took a deep breath and made some determination.

"In fact, this is not just a problem of human nature, but more essentially a conflict between classes."

She said so.

“In the primitive slave period, the contradiction between slaves and slave owners was the main class contradiction; in the feudal empire period, the contradiction between landlords and farmers was the main class contradiction.”

"Although the witch world is powerful, the conflict between lords and ordinary witches still exists. This can actually be regarded as a conflict between landlords and peasants. As long as class conflicts still exist, internal fighting is actually a

Sooner or later."

Senior Sister Fanny: "."

She thought for a moment and felt that what Xibao said made sense.

"So how to resolve class conflicts?"

The hat-senpai asked.

However, the otaku witch helplessly spread her hands.

"Class conflicts, in the final analysis, are actually caused by opposing interests. Theoretically speaking, as long as everyone's interest demands are met, then there will be no class conflicts."

"Then what nonsense are you talking about? How can such a thing be possible? Probably only an omniscient and omnipotent god can do such a thing."

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Dorothy also nodded.

"Yes, only an omniscient and omnipotent god can do it."

She thought about her hometown in her previous life, and then raised her head.

"Maybe Sophilia is right. If you keep hesitating and never take the first step, then it will be useless no matter how long you wait. Maybe it's time for me to set off."

In her hometown, omniscient and omnipotent gods did not exist. It was a godless world, but it is different now. There are gods in this alien world, so what is there to be afraid of?

These are already open-book answers, so why are you being cowardly?

First, let’s set a small goal and create a god first.

Dorothy took off her hat and smiled.

Well, now that the three kings are stuck in the last step, if we say who has the most hope of becoming a god now, it is naturally the future fourth king. In just fifty years, she will surely ascend to the throne of god.

However, there is something wrong with the future god's mind, and he doesn't know whether the one who comes to power will be the wise king who saves the world or the evil god who destroys the world.

so.

"Senior sister, please look at me carefully."

Dorothy said this.

Senior Sister Fanny: “????”

Xibao, what do you mean by saying this all of a sudden?

The hat-senpai almost changed from a black hat to a red hat all of a sudden. Countless tentacles stretched out from under the brim of her hat and were waving randomly, feeling a little uneasy.

Isn’t this topic a bit too out-of-the-box? Didn’t we have a serious discussion about human nature and class before? Why did it suddenly jump to this topic? No one was ready.

The future fourth king mustered up the courage to look at his master.

Although Dorothy wore that funny Ukiyo-e clown mask on her face, the mask was originally a transformation of her senior sister's clone. It could block other people's eyes, but it could not block her own.

Hey hey hey. Xibao, my Xibao, so beautiful.

As a future god who will only become a god in fifty years, Asavani is now unable to resist the temptation of the true face of a god. If she looks at it for a long time, she will soon have a sign of illness.

Dorothy: "."

emmm I always felt that the senior sister must have misunderstood something.

She stretched out her finger and poked her senior sister's Yang Fangtong, which was about to turn into a loving heart, and then said this.

"Ah, my eyes."

Suddenly someone stabbed her eyes blindly, and Senior Sister Fanny screamed in agony.

Although a bunch of eyes sprouted from her tentacles in the next second, all of them looked at her Master with resentment.
To be continued...