Lackey frowned: "Language... is not scary." He raised his head and said word by word, "What is scary is the power brought by language. Someone gave the power to the monster and made it a native creature.

Creation.”

"It was born and they were eaten."

Lucky suddenly opened his eyes: "These three snakes came to you to seek shelter!"

"ah?"

"Take them to Jisi's place." Lackey said coldly, "This is a big guy."

…

Southern hemisphere, abandoned island.

Banuru's headless corpse took root here, and under the four-fold action of human blood, dragon blood, demon seeds and nuclear waste, it expanded into a huge, vermilion flesh cocoon. There were blue-purple blood vessels surrounding it,

There are also countless "umbilical cords" piercing the ground, sucking the life of the abandoned island.

The vegetation withered, the animals died. Even the buildings fell into dust one after another, but Wyatt remained the same.

He hadn't eaten for several days, and he didn't take care of himself. But he still stood beside the giant cocoon full of energy, with a sickly and obsessed look in his eyes: "Oh, Banuru, my child..."

"Hahaha! Is this the magic of blood relations?" Wyatt twisted his face, "Because I sucked my blood and was reborn, I am your kind. I can hear you and feel you, Banuru...

Yes, that's right, you will be the overlord of the world and the most powerful demon king."

"Eat, be born, and be my key to the house of truth."

"Let me witness the origin of the devil, let me know how the world gate is created, let me see the origin of life and the end of the world. Banuru, you are my hope to encounter the truth."

Wyatt was lying next to the giant cocoon, with a handsome face, but an expression more terrifying than that of a demon: "Unlike that false god, he allowed me to see a wider world, but he didn't take us deep."

"But it doesn't matter, I have you, my dear child."
Chapter completed!