69novels Chapter 88 Divine Retribution will deliver judgment, Creation will give you hope.
Chapter 88 Divine Retribution will deliver judgment, Creation will give you hope.
Chapter 88 Divine Retribution will deliver judgment, Creation will give you hope.
Qin Wuyou looked at Demon Emperor Fengxiu and slowly gave his answer.
"Divine retribution will deliver judgment!"
"The Creator will give you hope!"
"If you survive, your demon race will be reborn."
The moment Qin Wuyou finished speaking, the Law Spear shot out and headed straight for the Demon God Clan.
"Ahhh!"
In an instant, a heart-wrenching scream once again resounded through the heavens and earth, but it abruptly stopped the moment Cai Wenji's zither music began.
Slaughter, resurrection.
Resurrection, slaughter.
It goes on and on, endlessly.
This is both a trial and a redemption.
To judge the sins of the demon race.
The Redemption Demon God Clan was corrupted by the power of divine retribution.
Those who survive will be reborn.
Although they are a race of demons, they are kind-hearted.
Or perhaps it was out of necessity to survive that they had to kill.
And those who have died need not feel sad or grief-stricken.
Because those people were all people whose hands were stained with human blood, and who deserved to die for their unforgivable sins.
They once trampled down the walls of human cities, turning countless villages and towns into scorched earth; they once took the cries of children as music and crushed the loyal bones of humankind into dust.
To vent their desires, they repeatedly unleashed bloody catastrophes, turning the scene of hell on earth into a recurring spectacle on the Holy Demon Continent.
Today's downfall is not a cruel punishment from heaven, but a belated reckoning.
It was an inevitable outcome they paid for with the lives of countless people.
"Divine retribution will deliver judgment!"
"Will Creation give us hope? —"
As Demon Emperor Fengxiu gazed upon the hellish scene before him, the demon gods who had once followed him in his conquests were being torn apart inch by inch by the divine light of divine retribution. The roars and screams mingled with the booming of divine power explosions, forming a lament of despair.
A loyal guard demon struggled in the divine light, reaching out towards him with eyes full of pleading and resentment, but he merely raised his eyelashes slightly, his deep, abyss-like eyes remaining completely calm.
Unconsciously, his fingertips caressed the Demon God Emperor Seal at his waist, where the emblems of all the demon races were engraved, marking their past glory and ambition.
He recalled how, hundreds of years ago, he raised his arm and called upon the demons, and their iron cavalry broke through the human defenses. At that moment, he thought he could stand at the top of the world and make the demon race grow stronger.
But now—those hands stained with human blood will eventually pay the price for their atrocities.
It felt like something was gripping his chest tightly, a dull pain sweeping through his body, but he forcefully suppressed it.
He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all that remained in his eyes was a cold, resolute look.
"hehe""
"Perhaps this is what humans mean by 'getting what they deserve'!"
These words, as light as the wind, carried the weight of unwavering resolve, dissipating in the howling gale.
Demon Emperor Fengxiu knew that this was both a judgment and a redemption.
Only by severing these sinful pasts can the remaining demons have a chance to be reborn.
For the sake of the Demon God race, necessary sacrifices are inevitable.
These people died a worthy death; the blood debt they owed must be repaid by someone.
Rather than letting the entire Demon God race bear the weight of their immense sins and be forever nailed to the pillar of shame, it would be better to use their lives to give the remaining members of their race a chance to live.
In the future, there may be invasions, battles, wars, and even more deaths of their own kind, but at least their demon god race will no longer be corrupted by divine power.
Without the pollution of divine retribution, their demon race could be self-sufficient, no longer needing to raise humans, nor to deliberately invade and kill, nor to deliberately start wars and slaughter.
The clansmen no longer had to risk their lives on the battlefield, nor did they have to watch helplessly as their loved ones died before their eyes.
This is the true rebirth of the Demon God race, and the best explanation to those who sacrificed themselves.
On Douluo Star, countless beings watched in awe.
Some people clenched their fists, a look of satisfaction flashing in their eyes.
The demon race has committed numerous evils, and this punishment is well-deserved.
Some people looked reluctant, feeling that such methods were too cruel and had deviated from the original intention of justice.
Some of the top experts, looking at Qin Wuyou's power to control judgment and Cai Wenji's power to control life and death, had deep fear and greed in their eyes.
Tian Dou City, Qin Mansion.
The atmosphere suddenly became eerie.
Qin Wuyou's leisurely and carefree attitude.
Cai Wenji was sullen.
Qian Renxue's taciturn nature.
After a long, long time, Qian Renxue spoke.
"Brother Wuyou, your methods were a bit too extreme."
"But for the Demon God race, it is the best judgment and ending."
This statement might offend Qin Wuyou.
But she couldn't help but say it.
It wasn't out of sympathy for the demon race, nor was it because she had an excessive sense of compassion.
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As descendants of the angels, judging evil and upholding justice is an inheritance and pride etched in our blood and bones.
The demon race kept humans as captives and waged wars from time to time. Their hands were already stained with human blood, and these people deserved to die.
But this does not mean that everyone in the Demon God race deserves to die.
Just as Qin Wuyou said in the sky.
Divine retribution will deliver its judgment!
Creation will give them hope!
Those who commit sins will naturally be judged and die by divine retribution.
Those who are kind-hearted will naturally be given hope by the Creator.
This is the best punishment, and the best ending.
"Oh! It was just a bit too extreme—"
"I thought you'd say my methods were too cruel!"
Qin Wuyou smiled lightly, not caring about Qian Renxue's opinion.
This is the law of survival in the universe.
If he were not a strong person, he would not only be unable to judge the demon race, but also unable to give them hope. Instead, he would be killed by the demon race.
But facts are facts, and there are no ifs or assumptions.
"It's all about the winner taking all; there's no question of cruel methods!"
Qian Renxue shook her head, denying Qin Wuyou's statement.
If this is considered cruel, then wouldn't she be guilty of heinous crimes?
You should know that during the years she impersonated Crown Prince Xue Qinghe, she did a lot of bad things.
Whether it's assassinating other princes, framing other political enemies, causing families to be destroyed, or even eliminating them completely, every single one of these acts is stained with blood.
Of course—she did these things without any remorse.
Sacrificing some people to achieve the unification of the Spirit Hall and a peaceful life for ordinary civilians—in her view, this was a worthwhile trade!
"Sister Xiaoxue, Brother Wuyou did all this for their own good—"
The "they" that Cai Wenji was referring to naturally meant the demon race.
After being exposed by the sky, she remembered where the Holy Demon Continent was.
After all, that scene back then...
It left a deep impression on her young mind.