Born as a slave, what's the difference between being loyal to one's own race and being loyal to the demon race?

If the same tribe does not treat slaves as human beings, they will be treated as cattle and horses, and they will toil all their lives and never have a chance to get ahead.

The demons do not treat slaves as human beings, but they also regard them as swords in their hands, and use extraordinary means to raise them;

The strong survive and the weak die. This is the eternal law of survival. This is the truth that Gu Shenyuan learned when he was born in the Demon Realm.

You asked Gu Shenyuan why he was loyal to the demon clan. Gu Shenyuan only knew that all living creatures in the world are the same, and anyone who stands in the way will die.

Being obsessed with form is nothing more than that.

This book is also known as "The First Sword of the Demon Clan: The Demon Village" [Follow-up: "The First Sword of the Demon Clan: From Leaving the Demon Village to Entering the World"]

Cheng Bin, who is curious and thirsty for knowledge, has embarked on a journey to the top of the multiverse after gaining the climbing ladder..

In the cities and towns at the beginning of the miracle, learn research and development capabilities.

In the parallel world of information shift, consciousness traverses and recognizes itself.

Learn knowledge and find out the mystery in the fantasy-matched outer space.

Finally, Cheng Bin became a high-dimensional life..

Cross the gap of the world, hold the reins of time, trace the origin of history, and spread the tinder of the future.

The road ahead is covered with thorns, and the journey of uplifting is endless.

Starting as a Taoist priest, is it boring to meditate and practice every day?

But Wang Ping is not worried at all, because he not only has a guide to practice, but also a progress bar!

[Changchun Gong: Practice 5 times a day effectively, and you can feel the energy in three years. (Progress 32/100, today's progress 0/5)]

The first year of cultivating immortals.

Chen Huangpi had a copper-skin and iron-boned body, and was invulnerable to water and fire. Black smoke billowed with every move he made.

The master said that was spiritual energy.

The second year of cultivating immortals.

Chen Huangpi felt extremely itchy, and hundreds of evil eyes broke free from his flesh and blood, emitting malice unscrupulously.

The master said that this was called supernatural power.

After a hundred years of cultivating immortals, Chen Huangpi's eighteen feet were rooted in the dark earth, and his nine heads reached the sky. When he opened his bloody mouth, he could hear obscure and evil sounds.

He called himself the Taoist Master Huangpi.

Chen Huangpi looked up and saw his master sitting in the ninth heaven, his whole body was dark blue, and countless gods, immortals and Buddhas were struggling and wailing in his shadow.

"Master, are we really cultivating immortals?"

“I don’t care about how people in this world live, whether they have enough to eat, whether they can wear warm clothes, whether they have dreams and hope. I don’t care about their likes and dislikes.”

“It’s just that if you want to go to the sky, you need a complete advanced industrial system, a set of related research institutes, the most advanced materials science laboratory, and a big government that can coordinate all departments. It needs countless people who don’t have to worry about food and clothing. Dedicating wealth for this requires millions of high-level intellectuals to contribute their minds, and tens of thousands of different supporting manufacturers supply the best parts.”

“In short, it takes a world of abundance, and a great civilization to accomplish it.”

— Ian

A world reborn from its ashes.

An era that is coming to an end.

A group of prisoners fighting for power and power in the land.

A young man staring at the sky.

Prisoners peered out of the window of fate, mostly gazing at the dirt.

Only one is looking up at the stars.

The sinful souls crossed the barriers of the world and descended to Erathia, where the spiritual energy was revived. The roar of steam engines was deafening, steel and gunpowder roared on the battlefield, and the revived supernatural forces had the ambition to dominate the world again.

And Saan, holding the Codex of Shadows, will ascend to the supreme throne with the recommendation of shadows.

"If you have anything to say, go talk to my Shadow Legion."

【Notice】

◆ This male protagonist is not a saint! He can massacre a city for survival and start a war for power.

◆ The Gold Finger is a living natural disaster: the more living creatures you feed the Codex, the stronger the Codex will be.

◆ Machiavellianism: Using Earth's thinking to subvert the political rules of the magical world

A tyrant. Those who obey me live, those who defy me die. With my heart, I rule the world; with my will, I conquer all. I, Marshall D. Teach! Here are three stages of my life: Filial Son: "If you don't abandon me, I'll take you as my adoptive father!" Ambitious Man: "A true man, born in heaven and earth, cannot remain in the shadows of others!" King of the World, Dictator: "The world is in my hands, and you are all my pawns!"

As soon as I crossed over, I met the Immortal of Great Love who wanted to sever my brotherhood with me. Oh! This misunderstanding is too deep to explain. Fang Yuan is smarter than a monkey. How can I fool him to keep him stable? I don’t want to die or be a tool. I can only be a Zuwang Dao! Now I, Gu Yue Fangzheng, the top-level Zhidao Suo Master, have gone through hundreds of reincarnations to break the fate and summon the soul from the sky. Finally, Fang Yuan, the devil from the sky, got the Spring and Autumn Cicada. Brother! How could your brother lie to you!

[High IQ + Villain + Infinite Flow + Behind-the-Scenes Flow + Creation of Weird and Strange Tales + No Female Protagonist + Darkness] [Don't look at the score, because it's overly predictable] Feng Hou, forcibly reincarnated by a dump truck, didn't cross over to another world. When he opened his eyes again, he was transformed into a black, lightless sphere, a space for strange stories, capable of absorbing human negativity to strengthen itself. From then on, a strange story-making machine was born! "Pseudo-humans" who strip you of your voice and appearance and attempt to replace you. "Human Demons" that roam everywhere on rainy nights, immortal. "Slender Ghosts" with twisted, elongated bodies and featureless faces. "Weeping Angels" that teleport instantly if you don't look at them. "Nightmares" that trap you in dreams, impossible to escape. "Old Families" whose deformed and twisted bodies make you nauseous at a glance... Everything will be created in the strange story space. "Next, please listen to the most tragic howls of the unfortunate ones who embark on the "journey"!" [Please do not argue when reading this book, just have fun. Don't bring reality into it.]

Mu Sheng, who just wanted to lie down, suddenly woke up and traveled through time and received a refining panel! In the human world, Mu Sheng: As long as I have no morals, no one can kidnap me! In The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Mu Sheng: My sword is not weak! In Harry Potter, Mu Sheng: How can I be the Dark Lord? In the Naruto world, Mu Sheng: I don't care, I want to drive a Gundam! Refining Superman blood in the DC world, Mu Sheng: I don't eat beef!