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.....

“…” Lucifer.

Looking at Joker who was constantly mumbling with excitement, Lucifer had never been so speechless in his life.

[Mortal Realm], the world of technology, Audemars Piguet's magic box world.

A mysterious man who was taking a nap suddenly opened his eyes, a meaningful smile appeared on his face, and looked towards hell.

Almost at the same time, he felt the reverse gaze from some man in hell.

The two strong men perceived each other through countless time and space, staring at each other, and the extraordinary spiritual power of the saint continued to fight between the two, which soon put Joker at a disadvantage. But at this moment, two new perceptions suddenly came out of an invisible space, and that was the paradise hidden by the hosted spirit of Allah.

One of these two perceptions was like a sharp sword. Under the push of the other two mental forces, Uther's mental power was forced back with a destructive and destructive attitude.

Frustrated in the perceived confrontation, Uther showed a faint smile, looking at Liu Yufeng as if he was watching a child angry.

In the darkness of nothingness, Uther saw a man with his middle finger facing him, and he spoke to himself:

"Silly!"

"Puff~" Uther was amused. He shook his head slightly and cut off the perception of both parties in an understatement.

"A naive thief."

Walking out of the tent, Uther looked at Sibox, the world leader kneeling on the ground and said softly:

"Are you killed all?"

"Sir, all the existences that cannot see the situation have been erased." Sibox knelt on the ground and sweated coldly.

"Bang~" A thick smart drawing was thrown in front of Sibox.

"This is the drawing of the energy conversion device. The technology of the Demon-Slaying World can do it. I hope you can do it too. Remember, it must be fast, and the jihadists do not need waste to surrender." Uther walked to Sibox, scraped the mud under the leather boots with his hair, and continued:

"You must recognize your identity. You are a lowly life, a cancer in the big space, a hateful and abominable stolen life, do you understand?"

With his teeth tightly clenched, Sibox asked in pain and struggle:

"Please tell me what is wrong with our world?"

"Ha, I'm still a little courage." Uther let out a disdainful sneer, then stepped Sibox's head into the soil and continued:

"When both sides first met, Lord Shutong gave you the opportunity to surrender, but your true god chose to take the initiative to fight. You could have no need to die, just provide some origin for a long time. It's such a stupid choice."

"Sir, are those origins important?" Sibox asked with his head up and tried hard.

"Not important." Uther chuckled.

"Then..." Sibox looked confused.

"I will answer you with the rules of your world." Uther suddenly became very patient and then smiled:

"You exploiters, wealthy, and superiors in the Western world understand one thing."

"When wealth and power accumulate to a certain level, is it still important to continue to accumulate?"

"I tell you, it's no longer important, so do you know what's the most important thing for them?"

"It is very important to keep poor people at the bottom from being too rich, and to keep them poor forever."

"Only in this way, the people at the bottom will work hard, work hard, farm, work hard, work hard, and work hard, and have almost no entertainment space or time. The value they create in their lives is just to exchange for a little insignificant thing in the hands of the exploiters, and many people can't change what they want for their entire lives, even if it's just a residence."

"In other words, only the bottom-class people can work hard and the exploiters' game continue, making you all rich and satisfied. Who will farm? Who will work? Let's not talk about the progress of society or not. How can you let us rich people who are lazy and enjoy the highest treatment in the world?"

"If you don't suck your blood, don't run over your heads, how can we maintain our quality of life that is far more than tens of millions of times you have for a long time? Why does my dog ​​consume more food and drink than your village? Why do we think it will be more than you billions of times higher, and you are all disgusting pariahs?"

A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Uther suddenly exerted force on his feet and stepped Sibox into the soil again, crushed it hard, and said:
Chapter completed!