Even after natural disasters, no one in the ten people in other provinces remained, but among the dozens of provinces centered on Heidra Fort, there were not many people who died because of Helinger's protection.

The Delun Empire alone still has billions of people.

There are also the Kingdom of Ice Sea, the Gaul Dynasty, the Kingdom of Saint-Shia, the United Kingdom of Nice, and hundreds of large and small kingdoms, principalities, marquis and dominions on the continent of Medland...

Oh, and there is also the Lucian Empire, which is vast, with a large number of people that cannot be counted, and has never been counted seriously.

Not to mention, the Black Continent, which is vast in area and has countless indigenous tribes.

There are also the barbarians from the ice field in the north.

There are also the indigenous people from the New World that have just been surveyed in the west.

By the way, by the way, there is also Donglu, which has always been controlled by the Al organization, which is more developed and densely populated than Medland, a god farm.

What is the total number of people from these mainland people?

Hundreds of billions?

trillion?

But in the end, only 100 million lucky people survived.

Are they really lucky to survive?

Being kept as a livestock?

It is conceivable that with a certain amount of "wisdom" and with experience and lessons, Laplacie's original body will never make past mistakes again.

It is basically impossible for humans to develop from the continent he encircled, to have civilization, wisdom, and the ability to master destiny!

Then, the animals raised in captivity will always be animals raised in captivity.

Eat, drink, sleep, worry-free, no war, no famine, no disease, no fear and other external pressures... Everyone eats, drinks, fun, and have babies. This is everything humans can do in the future.

Is this good?

Perhaps, for many people, this little life is good!

But... for most people, they are kept as animals, and then at the age of fifty, they are harvested by external forces. This kind of life...

not good!

Laplaci smiled and said, "Okay, let's start, Crimson...oh, no, Joe..."

"You're doing a good job."

"You have done something that Fierce Red and the other four have not been able to do in the extremely long years... Seeing, success is right in front of you, everything is settled... My mood!"

"Now, let's enjoy our...success and joy!"

Qiao's huge body shook slightly.

One of his head opened his mouth and gently grabbed Helinger.

Helinger didn't move at all, he dared not make any abnormal movement... He was stiff all over and let Joe hold him in his mouth.

A trace of crimson power and devouring breath lingered on Helinger's body, gradually eroding His body, causing him to lose his sense of the puzzle of the laws of the Medland world.

Qiao sighed heavily.

He looked at the gatekeeper No. 1.

The janitor No. 1 smiled and nodded vigorously to Qiao: "When I told you the story of the past at the gate of the Abyss... do you remember?"

Qiao Qian's heads were crooked at the same time.

At this moment, Qiao's original soul and original self-consciousness had been divided into thousands of pieces.

His consciousness was weak and he was extremely confused.

His cut fragments of consciousness cannot effectively think about it, and cannot clearly receive and identify information from the outside world...

He just relied on his instinct and nodded gently to the gatekeeper No. 1.

The janitor No. 1 smiled and waved his hand gently.

Several gray-skinned men stood out from the crowd, and they released the abyss sealed by the ancient existences from a crystal ball the size of a human head.

The abyss roared.

Several men joined forces to throw the abyss whose height was suppressed to a height of twenty feet high and into the sky.

Qiao's big heads suddenly stretched forward and swallowed the abyss in one bite.

The next moment, the Medland world shook slightly, the abyss consciousness was completely annihilated, the huge abyss continent became dead, and even the gushing magma seemed to have lost some luster and heat.

The janitor No.1 sighed: "Now, it's true, it's completely cleaned... Then, Joe, do you still remember your father?"

Salian coughed lightly and walked forward two steps.

Then, an Al member grabbed his shoulder and pushed him back a few steps without hesitation.

Hesen walked out with a complicated look on his face.

He played with a huge, brand new gold coin with his left hand, holding a cigar in his mouth, slowly sucking smoke, looking up at Qiao: "Joe... can you still remember me?"

Laplacie giggled, "That's right, that's it... As a promise, I allow you to select these people you value and make them seeds of the farm!"

Mr. Sigensi, Ya, and many old members of the Weitu family walked out of the crowd.

As always, they stood behind Hesen with a sloppy hand, sweating both hands, and looked up at Qiao with a calm look.

Salian stood in the crowd and whispered: "Hey, I'm his father!"

The janitor No. 1 smiled: "And, your mother!"

Riya walked out of the crowd with great strides. She said nothing, but looked quietly at Qiao, who was huge, snake head ferocious, and terrifying, with her whole body with a gentle gaze.

"Your brother."

Gorkin walked out.

"Your sister."

Tifa came out...she walked out of Margaret III.

A huge snake head was hanging beside Margaret III, blocking Tifa's path. Ti**tie set up a small gavel and hit the snake head with a blunt hammer.

The huge snake head subconsciously and instinctively, and shrank backwards in panic.

Just like when he was a child, Qiao was chased and beaten by Tifa after causing trouble... This snake head, and more than a thousand other snake heads, thrust in fear and suddenly retreated backwards.

"Your sister."

Guardian No. 1 continued to criticize.

Weima walked out of the crowd carefully.

She looked at Qiao without saying a word, her small body, as thin as bean sprouts, was trembling slightly, and tears were clattering in her big eyes.

Just like when she was bullied in Tulum Port, she secretly found Qiao and asked Qiao to take someone to find her place... She just looked at Qiao pitifully.

Qiao's thousands of snake heads leaned against Weima at the same time.

Weima's tears were even more.

These snake heads were cruel, and a faint light flashed in their turbid eyes.

At this moment, the fragments of consciousness separated by Qiao extracted an extremely tiny part of it, originating from the original essence of his huge body at this moment. These fragments of consciousness slightly restored a little power.

The wisdom of these fragments of consciousness has changed from the level of a beast that follows instinct to the level of a three or five-year-old child!

Every fragment of consciousness has grown a little and has become more complete.

The turbid and chaotic consciousness slightly dissipated from the thousands of heads...

This change, Laplaci, who was falling into some inexplicable emotions, did not feel it.

As a projection of His essence... Laplacie and His essence are the most inconclusive of the human soul, human wisdom, human emotions, and those abundant, complex, completely unfathomable emotions.

Unpredictable, so it cannot be perceived, estimated, and cannot be effectively monitored.

Qiao's fragments of consciousness grew slightly.

In his huge body, there was endless power and life energy. He extracted a tiny bit of it, allowing his more than a thousand pieces of consciousness to slightly restore his level to the level of a seven or eight-year-old child.

The consciousness of a child aged seven or eight is that he is fearless, not knowing that the world is high and the earth is not afraid of being naughty and trouble every day, causing disasters and troubles to his family or causing inexplicable harm to innocent people.

"Your great-grandmother in the true sense..."

Margaret III carried the killing of Helinger made of Helinger's body big teeth, step by step, and looked at Joe with his head held high and his chest: "Joe, my child... I hope you can remember the kindness, simplicity you once had, and the beautiful things that I once admired you the most, that we made us connect with when we didn't know our blood relationship."

"Joe, don't become the kind of... monster that hurts the most!"

"Your, in the true sense...well, great-grandfather doesn't matter. I know, you don't have much feelings for him." The janitor No. 1 looked at Mata XIII with a stiff face.

"So, your grandfather and your father."

"I know, your grandfather once taught you seriously for a while... Although he was a complete bastard, he had a good relationship with you... As for your father Salian, he followed the bloody impulse, took good care of you, and was always promoting you..."

"If it weren't for this disaster... maybe, because of his extraordinary promotion, you would have controlled a huge amount of power and resources around him, and staged a bloody palace farce with your half-brothers?"

The voice of the janitor No. 1 was filled with an inexplicable sarcasm.
To be continued...