Excuse Me, the Demon Lord Is About to Use His Strength.

Wu Shu messed up again, in his tenth life after time travel and resurrection. He still hasn't completed the task of destroying the world assigned by the system. Another damn child of fate, easily destroying the thousand-year preparation effort. "It's just a little bit close. Why did the protagonist's small universe explode and destroy me again?" Wu Shu was furious. To make matters worse, a cold mechanical voice came from the system—— "Wu Shu, in his tenth life, is the number one demon god. He has not completed the system's set tasks. The opportunity has been exhausted and he has begun to execute the host destruction program." Why? The ten lives that have traveled through time have not slacked off for a single day. In a total of five thousand years, a pig should have succeeded, right? But in every life, there is an inexplicable "protagonist" who shouts a bunch of second-rate slogans to fight monsters and upgrade. In the end, it will take a few years for the world to grow to the same strength as himself. Am I guilty or is he? I'm not convinced! I work so hard, why should I die? Wu Shu became angry and began to use the power of the devil to smash the system. "Warning, warning. The system is damaged and will soon be separated from the existing program." "Warning, warning. Damage 33%...55%...78%...@#$%^&*^_^!" Then Wu Shu was surprised to find that he was not dead and had started his eleventh life with full demonic power. But sadly, he found that this world of heavy work was full of bugs. "What are you drinking?" "Oh, you said this, this is oil, it has high calories, and the flying sword can breathe fire after drinking it." Wu Shu watched a swordsman drink the thick black liquid and went crazy.