(No system, plot flow, slow-burning, not brainless, it becomes more intense after fifteen chapters.)
When the curse of the century came, he was sworn to be loyal to the organization because his divine body could keep them safe for five hundred years.
"Lu Huaian! Look at what you are like now, cold-blooded, depraved... You have become a monster that everyone can kill!"
The roars of his former teammates echoed through the ruins, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly between his eyebrows.
In the shadows, Lu Huaian slowly raised his head. His eyes that were once as blazing as fire were now only a sea of calm ice.
With a flick of his fingertips, a wisp of black flame from the abyss rose up.
"Monster?"
He repeated in a low voice, the corner of his mouth curled up with a warm arc,
"That's right!"
"When you tie me to the altar and trade my life for your survival..."
"Didn't you just turn me into this with your own hands?"
The moment he finished speaking, the huge shadow behind him began to squirm, and five figures walked out of it.
"Everyone, it's time to judge them!"
Holding a knife in each hand, he slashed at his former teammate.
He crawled back from hell, no longer for redemption, but just to become the sword of judgment hanging over the old world.
PS: I beg all readers to read Chapter 10, for support and for opportunities.
