The vast expanse of green grassland is lingering with the faint smell of earth and fresh grass. The breeze blows, and the fresh grass sways like a dancing young girl, which stirs the heart. The entire sky here is blue. There is no hustle and bustle, no killing, everything is so harmonious.
But when a three-eyed, six-armed monster holding a sticky can and a tree stem stained with glue stretched out in front of them, they knew they had to run away. Otherwise... Those greedy eyes will focus on you, and the flesh and blood of the same people are still chewing in their mouths!
Looking helplessly at the fate of himself and his family, he could only run away.
The people who were wiped out and could only live in caves shed tears of humiliation. It is no longer shameful to shed tears... There is too much hatred and too much suffering.
The hesitating people died one after another in the resistance, and there was no end. Without power, there is no equality, and the jungle prevails. There has never been a more sober moment than now. People in captivity are food!
Hope is coming.
People of the older generation have seen what a great God: every inch of it is light, soul, and homeland; its hands and the world illuminate the darkness and break the dawn; one of its hands leads people out of the darkness.
The new magician wields a magic staff and enslaves the ugliness. This should be the best ending. Ugliness does not need wisdom. They just need to repay the hatred of genocide they owe under our control, and use all their overwhelming power to repay it.
But... Their descendants have too little hatred for them...
Main assist, Ariala.