Chapter 222 Thanksgiving

Chapter 222 Thanksgiving
The morning light of Chuyang sprinkled a whole piece of light gold powder on the community, and the scenery of the park in the community was dyed with a light golden filter. The tender green is a rare and beautiful scene. People who get up early in the park must have a more pleasant mood to face the beginning of a new day.

Ruthia is also happy with this kind of gentle and bright sunlight that doesn't usurp the beauty of other scenery, just sets off the green leaves and flowers but doesn't dominate. Since depriving this human female body, she likes these human things more and more up.

No wonder human beings are creatures that love beauty. It turns out that they have eyes to discover beauty and a sense of touch to touch the warmth of the sun. This is a wonderful feeling that I never felt when I was an ogre.

It's a pity that this human being couldn't seem to discover the beauty of this hidden fragrance in the world in the past. This is really a waste of resources. Only ogres like myself are worthy of the right to enjoy this beauty.

I don't know which great god created their race. Since they have the ability to usurp human bodies since their birth, then races like humans must be prey for them to devour at will.

Ruthya is in a very happy mood, not only because the sunshine this morning is so beautiful, but also because this community is about to become her possession.

The hierarchy system within the ogre clan is very simple, whoever can usurp stronger and more powerful humans will have the highest status in the clan!

She, Lusya, the name of this caster's body, was a fifth-level spellcaster before being usurped, and now she is all of her. With this level of strength, she should be the leader of the clan.

As the leader, and with her profound knowledge of spellcasters, she naturally needs to take on the responsibility of revitalizing the group.

Although she never expected to come to this world, this world not only brought her surprise and amazement, but also brought her unexpected surprises.

There are also human beings in this world, and their strength is very weak and vulnerable!
There are only two ways for an ogre to deal with a human being, either devour it and replace it, put the skin on itself and continue to use it, absorbing the memory and all the skills of this human being.

The other way to deal with it is a bit cruel. They will treat these humans as food reserves and raise them slowly until they can be used to satisfy their desire for fullness when needed.

After letting an ogre in the family devour and replace the humans in this world, she and all the ogres learned about the current situation of the world.

A world without magic and supernatural power has developed into a glorious world they have never imagined with the help of a craft called science!

It's a pity that I don't know which great existence has been offended. At this time, this world is undergoing the fusion of many different worlds, and the previous brilliant achievements have burst like a dream.

The only pity is that the so-called survival game does not seem to work on their ogre clan. After devouring and replacing the humans in this world, the original survival game on humans will suddenly shut down and cannot be used by them.

She is very familiar with the convenience of survival games and the functionality of the game mall. In order for the Ogres to develop better in the future, they cannot do without the assistance of the game mall.

An inexhaustible treasury of resources, you only need a currency called survival value to buy a lot of materials, no matter what kind of leader you are, as long as you have a little brain, you will not let go of this game mall.

Therefore, it is necessary to train some servants for the ogres to use.

Ruthya slowly came back to her senses, and turned her gaze to the kneeling human beings in front of her, while she was sitting on a wooden chair in the park looking down on the humble servants like a queen.

Surrounded by more than a dozen "people", they all looked at these humans kneeling on the ground with indifferent expressions. There was both indifference and greed in their eyes, just like looking at a delicious food.

Who will take into account the experience of food and mood?
Ruthya also glanced at these ten or so compatriots. There are more than 2000 survivors in the community. No matter how many ogres in their group, it is impossible to swallow and replace them all.

What's more, once it replaces a human being and takes its skin for its own use, the ogre's strength will be exactly the same as that of the human being in his lifetime. This is both an opportunity and a constraint.

Ruthya still understands the truth of preferring to be short and not to be indiscriminate. Ordinary people are not qualified to be replaced by them. They don't even have the first level of strength. They are simply as inferior as goblins.

And the few real human beings in front of them are the last few people in this community who have a little strength, and they are also the normal human beings they have pre-selected to be the servants of their ogre tribe.

Look at the panicked looks on their faces, how wonderful!

Lu Siya slowly showed a happy smile, her cheeks were slightly flushed, as if some kind of pleasure was surging in her body.

The human body is so beautiful that you can experience emotions and the pleasure of oppressing others that you have never had before.

As for how to control these human beings as servants, Lusya also has her own countermeasures.

Creatures like humans are always superstitious and dependent on their own senses, and their ogre happens to have a unique liquid that can make creatures obsessed with their own senses experience endless pleasure.

The pleasure of ascending to the sky and floating like a feathered fairy is definitely not something that ordinary humans can resist, just like the original owner of her current body, that stupid female spellcaster, was also defeated by this pleasure ?
As long as they become obsessed with this kind of sensory deception, these few humans will not betray their instincts after all, and will become more and more thirsty for their ogre's unique liquid.

Seeing these human beings who had their hands and feet tied and could only kneel on the ground being taken up and down by their compatriots, they were about to experience a state of bliss. It was thought that these human beings would convulse to the point of incapacity under the impact of happiness. The more she controlled herself, the happier Lucia felt.

She likes to perform this kind of ceremony in this kind of sunlight, just like when she used to let her compatriots swallow to replace human beings, she would also perform the ritual of devouring in this park, especially in the morning.

Only this kind of rising sun can represent the rise of their group again. After all, in human understanding, sunlight often represents hope. It is time for their ogre group to step into the hope of the sun. .

"It's such a beautiful sunshine. Why can't human beings be more grateful for this gift of nature?"

Ruthya touched the air obsessively, as if she wanted to catch the untouchable sunlight, and the slight warmth enveloped her whole body. This kind of feeling that she had never had when she was an ogre, no matter how many times she would never feel it. bored.

The warmth of the sun is an almost eternal truth.

but.
When the killing intent comes, no matter how warm the sun is, it can't dispel the bone-chilling cold, just like the eternal truth of the sun's warmth!

Lusiya's expression changed almost instantly. Her original enjoyment of the sunshine turned into panic. A chill of death replaced the warmth of the sun and enveloped every corner of her body.

This is a killing intent that is far more intense than the sun, enough to obliterate any tenderness that the sun has given to the earth. Everything is as false as a phantom at this moment, only death is so real!
"Go to the Styx, I believe your God of Death will be very grateful to you, a benefactor who has brought him a lot of business!"

Words like poisonous snakes spit out letters sounded in her ears, and the deep male voice was mixed with the anger of Linshan Bengren.

Wisps of black mist appeared beside him at some point, and a thick sword suddenly emerged from it. The sharp blade seemed to cut her off!

　I could have updated it in time, but I was dragged by my classmates to play Harry Potter and play double queue.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)