"It's not that the mood swings were not smooth enough," the young assistant lowered his head and replied: "Under the temptation of the high reward, I found a group of teenagers and girls, and secretly transported them and their families to the desert in the central no-man's land.

deep."

As if thinking of some miserable scene, the young assistant turned slightly pale and swallowed. He could still vaguely hear the sound of gunfire, the roar of artillery, the sound of bodies being torn into pieces, and the heartbreaking screams of children.

cry.

That was a scene he could never forget.

Because their parents and family members suddenly appeared, the originally nervous children cheered and laughed, wanting to run over.

But he was easily pushed to the ground by those strong men who were secretly transferred by the military.

When they raised their heads in confusion, they saw only the tearful eyes of their parents and family members.

Then there was the roar of machine guns.

Under the astonished gazes of young girls and boys, the strong men in the uniforms of the Free State pulled the triggers expressionlessly.

The guns are pointed at those unarmed parents and families, those captured citizens of the free country!

Palm-sized machine gun bullets swept out like raindrops, tearing apart the parents and family members of those children inch by inch under the horrified gaze and desperate shouts of those children.

Even in order to ensure that the scene is miserable enough to cause greater emotional fluctuations, it can catalyze as many freedom fighters as possible.

The military did not mobilize heavy artillery and other weapons, and even the trajectory of the machine gun could avoid key positions at the beginning.

Screaming, wailing, tearing apart, struggling.

Cry, tremble, resist.

It was a movement of death and gunfire, a concert of blood and bullets.

The assistant said softly: "The plan went very smoothly at first."

"Three of those children witnessed their family members being killed by gunpoint. Indeed, out of grief and anger, they started the road to becoming gods."

The leader of the Free Country was stunned: "Then..."

The assistant sighed: "But it's a pity."

"After those three children became extremely powerful, they were not willing to cooperate with us. On the contrary, they launched an attack on us immediately."

The assistant recalled the terrifying power and the three figures covered in blood, and his whole body began to tremble.

Those were three young but cold faces.

Those three pairs of eyes were emotionless.

No man's land in the central desert.

When the gunfire dissipated, the parents and family members who had been secretly arrested were all covered in blood.

The strong men let go of the children's shoulders.

"Dad, Mom!"

"Woo woo woo... why, why..."

The children wailed and staggered over, but they could not find the intact bodies of their parents. They could only desperately clutch at the sand mixed with flesh and blood and some of the remaining limbs.

The smell of blood is pungent.

The overflowing blood turned their young faces into a bloody color.

"Why..." A child trembled and looked at the strong men.

A soldier said calmly: "Because you are too weak."

"We are too weak..." The child trembled and grabbed the bloody soil. The sadness in his eyes turned into incomparable confusion, staring blankly at these soldiers who were supposed to defend themselves.

The other children were also covered in the blood of their parents, their bodies shaking uncontrollably.

"Weak..."

"You can just take everything at will."

"Weak..."

"Do you deserve to die?"

Suddenly there was a strong wind.

A child clenched his fists, covered in blood.

The young face was stained red with blood, and there was no emotion at all, only indifference and murderous intent remained!

"If you are weak, you should die!"

He roared at the strong men with guns.

The strong wind around him condensed instantly and turned into a transparent blade, and the yellow sand in the desert swept up!

In the armored vehicle in the distance, next to the young secretary, a middle-aged man who was once a remaining member of the Order of the Phoenix lit up: "He has activated his powers!"

The wind is getting stronger and stronger.

The middle-aged man looked excited: "His power level... is rising! Level seven, level eight, OMG! Level nine! Demigod!"

suddenly.

The world is silent.

The strong wind subsided, but the several wind blades beside the boy instantly turned into a hundred meters, covering the sky and the sun!

Behind him, a word slowly appeared.

"wind"!

At the same time, another girl slowly stood up, and the yellow sand under her feet suddenly rose up!

Behind her, a large yellow character also appeared.

"sand"!

There was also a young man. When he stood up, the pieces of meat scattered on the ground floated up.

Behind him, an illusory word also appeared.

"read"!

Three gods appeared at the same time!

"We succeeded!" the middle-aged man in the armored car roared excitedly, "We succeeded! These guys have broken through the limits of human beings and become gods!"

"We have created gods! We have mastered the method of producing gods!"

"Next, we can follow this model and mass produce... Haha, what about the so-called gods of Daxia, we..."

An officer even smiled brightly and walked quickly towards the three boys and girls: "Congratulations, you have been wronged before."

"The reason why we do this is to give you more power."

"Now that you have become gods, you have lived up to our hard work. I believe you understand now. From now on, you will no longer be ordinary beings. You will have status and wealth that others envy. Haha, next, prepare for

I fight for the free country, for the rise of the free country..."

But the next moment.

The three boys and girls stretched out a hand one after another.

With an expressionless face, he slowly tightened his grip towards the soldiers and the officer in front!

"boom!"

Blades of wind swept down from the sky.

The approaching officer and the strong man with a gun nearby were cut into pieces!

"ah!"

"They're crazy!"

"Run!"

The row of strong men with guns in the back wanted to escape, but when the girl who controlled the yellow sand clenched her right hand, the yellow sand under their feet instantly became like water, submerging them silently!

The soldiers in the distance immediately crouched down and got ready to shoot. An officer shouted: "Give up the resistance! Otherwise, we will shoot you on the spot! Please understand our painstaking efforts!"

The third boy clenched his fists.

For an instant, those soldiers seemed to be held by an invisible giant hand, and they were twisted into a ball of minced meat.

Raindrops of blood and flesh poured down like rose petals.

All this is just a moment.

The three gods they painstakingly cultivated made these military soldiers feel fear!

"You are indeed worthy of being weak." A young man showed a crazy smile, "Now, you are too weak..."

The three boys and girls slowly walked towards the military formation in the distance.

The childish figure was covered in blood, like a demon returning from hell.
To be continued...