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Eternity, power, infinity, and countless gifts await them—and all they have to do is choose to indulge their desires.

Oryx could think of no reason to refuse such a gift.

His two sisters, prostrate in front of him, accepted the gift of the 'worm' without hesitation, and their bodies and souls became one with the great insect.

But his mother stood firmly in front of Oryx, picked up the traitor's sword, and stabbed it into her chest.

"Stuart...you turned yourself into a monster!"

"You will only lead us... into the endless abyss..."

Oryx looked at his mother's fallen body, but no emotion rippled in the soul-stealing king's heart.

What exactly is the so-called family affection? What kind of concept maintains this emotion?

Oryx thought, but gave up thinking. Because that's no longer important.

Only by following his evil sword laws can their tribe embark on a truly powerful path. So what if he degenerates into a monster? If following good will only bring about self-destruction, then he would rather let himself and his kind become cruel monsters.

In this cold and dark universe, there is no mercy at all.

"If you reject the truth, then give everything you have."

Oryx looked at his mother's corpse, the traitor's corpse, and slowly waved the magic sword in his hand.

The next moment, the dark 'worms' devoured their bodies, and what stood up again was a group of black and white colors, flickering light and shadow, like weird products of data errors.

This is his puppet, his mind flayer.

Those who reject the truth can only become dregs trampled and crushed by the environment.

Even close relatives are no exception. The only law of the cold universe is plunder.

223. The birth of the Soul-stealing King

"What on earth is the so-called God?"

Oryx wielded his magic sword and cut off the head of an Asgardian who claimed to be a 'god'. Looking at the scarlet blood spurting out from the broken wound, he suddenly fell into deep thought.

What is the nature of gods?

"It is the embodiment of worship, the comfort of the fool, and the last dignity of the ignorant."

The bugs whispered in his ears

"They are not worthy of worship."

Oryx crushed the Asgardian's corpse with his foot. He did not feel that such a thing was worthy of any form of worship.

"Every life has its different gods at every stage."

The insect laughed softly

"Just like you once worshiped that machine, and now you worship us, and your people also worship you. This is the essence of faith, the so-called peace of mind."

"I don't admire you." Oryx said coldly

"You told me that you come from another universe. You are the representative and incarnation of the endless darkness. You asked us to serve your gods. But, I have never seen him."

"Although he is not here, he is everywhere." whispered the insect.

"We are just the irradiation of his dark essence, the dust shaken off from the body of his great existence. We are just parasites attached to you, and we are just the things that link you and them."

"What's his name?" Oryx asked softly.

"Zagreb." Bug laughed loudly

"This was his name when we were parasitic. He was a god of the universe, but now he is a god of darkness. He is not the essence of the abyss, but he is indeed the existence that best represents that essence now."

"Then, let me see him." Oryx said calmly

"If he deserves my worship, then I will worship him. If I can't adapt to the environment he brings, then I will just become nourishment."

"No, no, no, he's not here yet. He's still far, far away from here."

The insect climbed over with difficulty. It was now so fat and huge, like the embodiment of Oryx's endless desire.

"You just have to worship us."

"You are just bugs, bugs that devour our desires, you are not worthy of worship." Oryx said coldly

"But our greed is endless." Chongzi laughed.

"The more you satisfy us, the bigger our appetite becomes. Look at me, you have raised me so big, and my appetite has become even bigger!"

Oryx put away his sword. The insect was right. Everything they had was given by the insect, and the insect did control their race.

Bugs never ask for anything, bugs just want them to stretch their desires.

However, the bugs that feed on this will continue to grow in size as they continue to eat, and their desire for gluttony will naturally increase accordingly.

For a race, supporting such gods who never know how to be satisfied is the only way to perish.

But Oryx didn't think there was anything wrong. If his people couldn't adapt to such changes, then their destruction would be in line with the laws of the evil sword.

And similarly, if they kill these bugs, it will only prove that the bugs are a weak group that cannot adapt to the environment.

Oryx raised his head. Above his head were countless Valkyrie troops flying down.

The Valkyries on Pegasus swooped down with crimson eyes and fury, for the demon had just massacred an entire legion of theirs.

Hatred is such a strange emotion.

Why do you need such useless feelings? The essence of everything is survival of the fittest. Only those who adapt to the environment should survive, and those who do not adapt will naturally be eliminated.

Oryx spread his wings, and he was the only one left standing on this vast battlefield.

There was no follow-up force because his sisters betrayed him.

There was no one who could help him because his heirs betrayed him.

There is no way to get him out of here because his men betrayed him.

This is nothing, this can only be said to be their victory, the victory of their tricks. The betrayed Oryx should celebrate their victory with a smile, celebrating that their evil sword law may have defeated them once.

Then, give each of them a sword after returning alive.

Perhaps it was time to take action against the bugs, and his tribe should also undergo a greater natural elimination.

With this thought, Oryx drew his sword and struck at the raging Valkyries.

…

The sudden rise of the new race "Insect Swarm" on Midgard was unexpected by all the forces in the Nine Realms.

The earth is a special planet. Gods have been born here and gods have fallen. But before the second batch of gods came and truly shaped the primates, there was only a desolation here.

Oh no, I shouldn't say that. What is here is obviously a poisonous and deadly place.

The sun here is filled with poison, the land here is barren, and the sky here is as scarlet as blood.

The venom flowing from the gods who died here has polluted the entire planet and even the galaxy. A planet that cannot be purified is a source of infection more terrifying than any poison.

Therefore, no force in the Nine Realms dares to reach out to the 'rich' atrium.

Until one day, something special fell on this planet.

He seemed to be a machine. He took root in this poisonous land, and he began to create his race here.

'Humans', he called them.

But for the kings of the nine realms, this is a joke. The term human has not yet appeared, and it must be after the gods come again.

In their view, those so-called human beings are nothing more than a group of inferior imitations.

You see, he is so weak and so short-lived that he cannot even get even a trace of blessing from the earth under his feet.

Such a race is not worthy of being called human, let alone a member of their Nine Realms.

So, starting from Asgard, the new name for these things that imitate humans but fail is "Necrontyr"

A race that is afraid of death, but can only welcome its short and small life in mourning.

However, destroying them directly seems a bit too arrogant.

In that case, just be casual.

When I got interested, I went to kill a few for fun.

If you feel unhappy, go ahead and destroy their tiny country to appreciate their fear.

The puny insects have no capital or power to resist, so they only have the option of being abused by their ‘gods’.

All this lasted until that day.

After that day, that all changed.

The insects began their resistance. They stripped themselves of the title of "human" and called themselves "HIVI".

No one paid attention at first, but the frost giants of Jotunheim came to the planet to plunder them as usual.

But the result ended in their deaths. The enraged Jotunheim sent troops, but the result——

They were torn apart by the powerful and crazy swarm of insects, and not even their souls were left behind. Everything in existence was swallowed up and turned into endless nourishment for the powerful swarm itself.

"Such an evil race must be destroyed!!!"

Baoer, who was the God King of Asgard at the time, said this, so the righteous men of the nine realms gathered their armies to destroy these evil bugs.

But how could war be so easy?

The evil swarm, following the cruel 'Law of the Evil Sword', devoured everything they had at the cost of their lives and souls, and then used them as nutrients to feed new insects.

They will continue to learn to adapt, and what doesn't kill them will inevitably make them stronger.

The first coalition of the Nine Realms was victorious. Baoer killed their soul-stealing king, but their army lost more than 40%.

But the Soul Reaver King soon returned again. Death could not do anything to him, but he could make immortal things die.

He turned the kingdom of Wat Alheim into a 'land of death'. The dwarves lost their forging world. The planet was parasitized by 'worms' and became a god that devoured all things.

Asgard divided a new planet, but disaster was inevitable. They tried their best, but they could only seal the Soul Reaver King in Midgard.

Perhaps the only lucky one in this series of misfortunes, the insect swarm that believes in the "Evil Sword Law" is constantly fighting among themselves. This is the only way they can contain these crazy monsters.

Everything until that day comes.

…

The more bloodthirsty we are, the more our bugs will crave killing.

The more cunning we are, the more our worms will need stratagems.

The more curious we are, the more our bugs will demand the unknown.

This is our strength, our source, our insect god who is never satisfied and will sooner or later devour us.

Oryx knew this, he was the king of his people, and his people believed in the bugs that gave them power and immortality.

After they fought against the Nine Realms, Oryx was killed by Baoer, and Oryx came back from his throne world and understood one thing.

Nothing in this world can escape the law of evil sword.

Survival, killing, continuation, the only criterion for judging whether a species is qualified is whether it can survive in a changing environment. This law will accompany the birth and decline of every race until they no longer adapt to this Law, until it is finally destroyed.

So, Oryx came to the throne world of his sisters, and to the throne world of his own children.

As the price for betraying him, the Soul Reaper King personally killed his blood relatives who were not suitable for the change, and used their deaths to achieve Oryx's endless power.

The nutrients they offered to his 'worms' were deprived by Oryx, and this time, he did not give any of his own worms. Oryx did not hesitate to absorb these life essences contaminated by the abyss. .

That is the capacity of hundreds of millions of souls, and that is the darkness provided by the burning of countless lives.

Luscious, powerful, pure.

After gaining all this, he returned to his throne world and found his 'worm'.

Perhaps now, these things separated from their bodies should be called ‘Insect Gods’

How ridiculous and interesting, they are just some parasites that live in their bodies and rely on them to absorb nutrients and grow, but they are believed in as gods.

He returned to his throne world, covered in black flames, walking in the icy abyss.

Every time he steps forward, the black and white sky trembles under his feet. He is looking for his own insect in this vast and empty world, the insect called 'Aka' by his admirers. God, the bug he once worshiped as a god.

It has no escape, and Oryx longs for the power of Akka, the power of negation that comes from his offerings and the fruits he bears.

But that is not important. Strength and power are meaningless. What is important is the secret of the abyss that he believes in.