Chapter 57: The Virgin of the Human Race, the leader of the Demon Race!
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In front of the dangerous situation of overwhelming evil spirit.
Many human races are not emotionally broken, crying and crying.
His eyes were red, he was furious, and he wanted to go out and fight.
But in such an extremely negative atmosphere.
But the most ridiculous scene happened.
The old woman, who was skinny and white-haired, neither cried nor fussed.
Instead, he took out a well-protected wooden sculpture from his lapel, with the face of a woman vividly carved on it.
She tremblingly placed it on the ground,
With a pop, his thin knees fell heavily to the ground.
Immediately, the old woman looked towards the sky, her face full of tears but she prayed devoutly:
"Holy Mother Nuwa! Please save your children!"
That's right.
The old woman is an innate human race of the same generation as Xuandu Xiao Yi.
But because of his poor understanding and low cultivation level.
His life is short, and there is not much vitality left in his body.
But from birth to this point, there have been so many years of ups and downs.
Although she changed from a young girl to an old woman, she never forgot the Virgin Mother Nuwa who created them.
Even after the other party created them, they flew into the sky and became saints without saying anything.
Even though they have been bullied by all races over the years and used as meat.
She also never regretted that Nuwa was born and not raised.
On the contrary, I felt that if not for the protection of Our Lady Nuwa, they would all have died.
It is precisely because of this.
Only now, the monster is out there and everyone is in despair.
The reason why she took out the wooden carving to worship was that she was the most devout believer of Saint Nuwa in this tribe.
And when the old woman's words rang out.
The noise in the entire cave suddenly stopped.
All the originally noisy human race, regardless of men, women, old or young, turned their heads to look at the wooden sculpture.
Each one's eyes are filled with infinitely complex expressions.
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
"Plop!"
next moment.
The sound of knees falling to the ground sounded in the cave.
This tribe, which had been struggling to survive until now, with only nearly a hundred people left, had seventy or eighty people kneeling down in an instant.
There is no longer fear or despair on each of their faces.
Instead, tears flowed silently, his face was full of piety, and he began to kowtow and kneel down.
There was a thin, dark boy who was kowtowing until his forehead bled, but he didn't care and shouted: "Empress! Save us! We don't want to be eaten..."
There was a child of five or six years old who, although ignorant, kowtowed and whispered: "Holy Mother, I have never seen you in my life, nor have I believed in you, but now we are going to be captured by a monster, can you
Save us..."
There was also an old man with gray hair like the old woman, who was in tears and said sadly: "I ask the Holy Mother to open her eyes and come to save the child you created!"
"..."
time.
The atmosphere of despair was immediately dissipated.
Obviously, this is human nature.
Previously.
Although some people still remember Nuwa, because Nuwa has not appeared since she created the human race, these people no longer believe in her.
Some younger generations have never even seen Nuwa's face, and have only heard descriptions from their parents and ancestors.
They only had a vague impression of Nuwa in their minds.
There are even some adults who, after experiencing so many years of hardships and hardships, no longer believe in Nuwa, and even regret that she was born without raising or educating her...
These are all human nature, very normal human nature.
But at this moment, when we are truly in dire straits.
After venting their anger and despair, they put their last glimmer of hope in the Virgin Nuwa, whom they had almost forgotten.
I pray that at this moment, the Holy Mother can come and bring them life.
And this is also human nature.
Such a scene.
Among the few remaining people who did not kneel down to pray, the tribe leader was among them.
They looked at the person who was shouting, their hearts were shocked, their faces were complicated, but there was no light in their eyes...
They didn't pray, but they didn't stop the kneeling people either. Maybe they also had a glimmer of hope in their hearts...
However.
Just at this time.
The demon soldiers and demon generals waiting outside the cave heard these words.
Huge laughter roared in from the entrance of the cave, echoing continuously in the cramped cave:
"Hahahaha! It's so funny! Who do they believe in? They actually believe in our leader!"
"I laughed so much that I cried. It's been so many years. Why are these weak humans still so naive?"
"They don't even think about it. If the leader hadn't acquiesced, would we have attacked them?"
"Hmph, what do you mean by attacking? The birth of the human race is the rations prepared by the empress for us! Why not eat them? This is in accordance with the laws of nature!"
"The correct answer is that you, Lao Yang, are literate, so let them come out..."
"..."
These deafening words echoed endlessly in the cave.
All the humans who were still kneeling and kowtowing were dumbfounded.
There were tears falling down their faces.
But despair filled their eyes again...
"No! Impossible! How can the Holy Mother be the leader of these monsters?"
At this time.
The most pious woman suddenly stood up and took a few steps to come to the golden elixir stage old man of the human race.
She grabbed him by the collar of his clothes, the wrinkles on his face were squeezed together ferociously, and he howled like a maniac and questioned:
"Clan leader! They are all trying to trick us, right? Just say something!"
"Our Lady is so holy, so bright, so compassionate..."
"How could she allow monsters to eat us..."
These few words seemed to have exhausted all her strength.
Because, she saw the human race old man's face trembled slightly, his eyes were complicated, and his expression was silent but better than loud...
The old woman let go of her hand and collapsed on the ground, her eyes were dull, her face was dull, and she kept mumbling: "How is this possible..."
Sudden!
She suddenly stood up again and picked up the wooden sculpture of Nuwa, which she had stood on the ground with a slight trembling and respect.
He slammed it hard against the cave wall, his eyes no longer had the light of piety, only endless hatred.
How deep the love is, how deep the hate is, this is the truth.
When one day, faith suddenly collapses, anyone may do something that is extremely different from before!
The same goes for old women.
"Crack!"
With a crisp sound.
The wood carving that she had enshrined for hundreds of years...
The wooden sculpture she had held in her arms since she was a girl...
And her faith.
All at this moment.
Break suddenly!
The old woman also suddenly fell to the ground, her eyes widened, and her eyes instantly lost color, and she suddenly died...
The moment she fell to the ground, everyone subconsciously wanted to get up, but they collapsed on the ground.
How great is the hope, how great is the disappointment.
at this time.
The human race, which had already experienced despair, finally raised a glimmer of hope, but this hope suddenly collapsed again.
One by one they collapsed to the ground, their eyes dull.
They no longer howled, only shed silent tears...
The old man of the human race looked at these compatriots and these juniors, and his heart ached in agony.
He stared blankly at the broken wood carving, his heart ashen.
Is there no hope for the human race?
Where else can the hope of the human race lie?
Just at this time!
He suddenly saw a light, an extremely weak but warm light like spring suddenly appeared in the air of the cave...
Not only did he see it, other people with dull eyes also widened their eyes and looked towards the light...
next moment.
The light suddenly rose and turned into a long sword that made them feel closer and their blood boiled...
