Heroes were always thought of when people were in danger. With a happy life, no one would miss those people who sacrificed their own lives for others.
Shen Yanxiao was quite surprised by Satan's words. She had to admit that what Satan said was indeed true.
The God Race had given everything for this world, but how many people remembered their sacrifice after the war against the Devil Race?
Nearly ten thousand years. Nearly ten thousand years of wind and frost had worn away the history of blood and tears. The once earth-shattering battle had gradually faded from people's memories. Words about those heroes handed down from generation to generation would eventually come to nothingness.
How many of the major races who were saved in exchange for the lives of the entire God Race would still remember those gods who had already vanished from the world?
Ever since Shen Yanxiao arrived in this world, she almost never heard any rumors about the God Race, nor heard the word ‘god’ from anyone's mouth.
If it weren't for Xiu, perhaps Shen Yanxiao wouldn't have known about this fallen race at all.
Just how sad was this?
The heroes of the past were gradually forgotten. The human beings who had forgotten the pain of the war were still fighting with each other. And even Xiu’s body had been taken by those human Warlocks for experimental purposes.
Returning good with evil. Human beings often did such things.
Shen Yanxiao's smile faded bit by bit and her brows wrinkled gradually.
Was there really no resentment at all? At the beginning, Xiu chose to die with Satan in order to save the common people, but in the end, it was the descendants of the humans he saved who dug him out and released the Devil God, taking the soul of the War God as the key to the bloodline of the gods, causing his soul to break up bit by bit.
Did he really have no complaints about receiving such treatment from the people who had been saved by sacrificing himself?
"Little Xiao."
Xiu’s voice suddenly sounded.
"It’s the devil’s bewitching. Don't pay attention to it."
Shen Yanxiao was slightly stunned. All of a sudden, the struggle and distress coiled within her heart vanished into thin air.
"Devils are good at bewitching people with their appearance and words. You don’t have to listen too much to what they say." Xiu raised his hand and touched the hair hanging from Shen Yanxiao's shoulder. He felt the confusion and hesitation in the bottom of her heart. This was indeed the result of being bewitched by the devil’s words.
Shen Yanxiao was surprised, "I just thought Satan's words had some truth."
"What the God Race has to protect is not any race, but the balance between heaven and earth. Whether there is one more or one less race is not important to the God Race. Therefore, we have never felt that other races owe us, because it is not they who we are protecting." Xiu lightly stated. He was well aware that the words of Satan were very capable of bewitching people. The devils were born to be good at inciting the dark side of people‘s hearts. Shen Yanxiao had never had enough contact with the devils; naturally, she would not be on guard.
"Tsk, tsk. You’re just saying that to reassure the little fella. The balance between heaven and earth? If you are not trying to protect other races, why do you have to lead them in battle?" Satan did not stop his bewitching.
But this time, Shen Yanxiao's eyes were very clear. She looked at Satan and said with a smile, "The past is history. Regardless of what happened to the gods before, I only know that from now on, I am the only one Xiu wants to protect, and he is the only god I believe in."
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