132: Chapter 132 Not a Bad Guy Lin Sheng

"See, even without your help, I can still find a low-level civilization."

After searching through the universe for a while, Lin Sheng finally found a civilization that satisfied him.

The level of this civilization wasn't very high; it looked like it hadn't even reached Level 1 yet.

The probes of their civilization had only just become capable of leaving their home planet.

"Sigh."

Faced with Lin Sheng's provocative words, the Light Lord could only let out a helpless sigh.

Although it pitied the civilizations devoured by Lin Sheng,

the law of the jungle was inherently a natural Pattern of the Great Universe; even if it felt distressed, it would not forcibly interfere.

At this very moment, as Lin Sheng appeared in the sky above this planet, the satellites orbiting the world had already detected his presence.

When the natives on the Ground saw a monster like Lin Sheng that defied all common sense, they immediately fell into a state of panic.

After this period of travel, Lin Sheng's body length had reached over a million meters, roughly as long as the radius of the Moon.

With such a massive body suspended in the air, it brought an unparalleled sense of pressure to the natives on the Ground.

The density of Lin Sheng's body was also much greater than that of objects of a similar size; as he descended toward the planet, the surrounding satellites were interfered with by his gravitational pull, showing a faint tendency to be sucked toward him.

Not only that, but during Lin Sheng's descent, the planet's tides were also heavily affected.

The sea level began to rise slowly at this moment, and it wouldn't be long before it was enough to submerge the entire planet.

The current Lin Sheng, even by simply appearing, was a cataclysmic disaster for a low-level civilization.

At a distance of about several hundred kilometers from the Ground, Lin Sheng halted his body's descent.

With a single thought, the technological devices of this planet instantly ceased to function.

Looking at the natives struggling in agony on the few remaining highlands or in the oceans, Lin Sheng pondered for a moment.

Subsequently, countless slender Tentacles extended from his abdomen.

Compared to Lin Sheng's massive size, these Tentacles couldn't even be considered fuzz.

They hung down from Lin Sheng's belly, each tentacle essentially capable of grabbing one native of this planet.

The appearance of the natives on this planet was somewhat difficult to describe; to Lin Sheng, they looked like chicken drumsticks with three legs.

I'm a bit hungry; I'll write about a chicken drumstick to quench my thirst with illusions.

Looking at these drumstick natives, Lin Sheng revealed a cruel smile.

He turned his head to glance at the Light Lord as if nonchalantly, then opened his mouth, and countless Tentacles similar to those beneath his abdomen extended from his maw.

The difference was that these Tentacles looked somewhat sharper than the ones on his belly.

Lin Sheng lifted a few drumstick natives in front of himself.

Under the terrified gazes of the natives, the Tentacles in his mouth slowly coiled around their bodies.

In the next moment, the Tentacles in Lin Sheng's mouth exerted a slight force.

At that moment, the natives were like actual chicken drumsticks, being torn into pieces under Lin Sheng's pulling.

"Hahaha!"

"Haha!"

"Aaaaaah!"

Some natives did not die during the tearing; the pain in their bodies caused them to hiss and roar hysterically in Lin Sheng's hands.

Those natives who had not yet been pulled away for execution were also terrified into constant screaming after witnessing this horrific scene.

However, because Lin Sheng's size was too massive, no matter how much they screamed, the sound could hardly reach his ears.

"Can't you just devour them directly? Why must you torture them?"

Looking at the natives wailing loudly below, the Light Lord felt a bit of unbearable pity.

"This is prey I found myself; it's none of your business."

While Lin Sheng wantonly toyed with these natives, he used a normal conversational tone to "chat" with the Light Lord.

"Look, isn't it interesting to see these natives being taken apart bit by bit?"

While chatting, Lin Sheng didn't forget to place one in front of the Light Lord, giving it a close-up of a native being dismantled.

"Hahaha!"

The screams of the natives reached the Light Lord's ears, but the Light Lord could only respond with silence.

Lin Sheng's actions were entirely contrary to humanity, but it had no reason to stop him.

Because during their previous travels, Lin Sheng and the Light Lord had discussed many things.

This included Lin Sheng's 'Devour' talent.

With this talent, no matter what Lin Sheng did—even if he destroyed or slaughtered low-level civilizations—as long as he ultimately devoured the consequences, it could be considered growth.

And regarding the growth of civilizations or individuals, the Light Lord Civilization would not interfere.

Moreover, after traveling with Lin Sheng for a while, the Light Lord had gained a certain understanding of his personality.

In its view, Lin Sheng was not entirely a bad person.

At the very least, Lin Sheng would not indiscriminately destroy low-level civilizations like certain highly aggressive civilizations.

Although Lin Sheng was also a destroyer of civilizations, his destruction stemmed from his talent.

He needed to become stronger, which was why he destroyed civilizations.

Furthermore, the civilizations Lin Sheng had devoured previously were all because those civilizations had taken the initiative to attack him; only then did he act.

At least, that was how Lin Sheng explained it to the Light Lord.

This was the first time Lin Sheng had attacked such a low-level civilization, and he was even using such a torturous method.

The Light Lord was actually very clear in its heart that the reason these natives were being slaughtered by Lin Sheng was, in the final analysis, its own fault.

It considered things from multiple perspectives and never blamed a specific occurrence on a single organism.

In the Light Lord's view, if it had pointed out the direction of the civilizations Lin Sheng wanted to find, these natives would not have been slaughtered by him.

Therefore, this matter was not Lin Sheng's fault, but the Light Lord's fault.

"Sigh."

The Light Lord sighed.

Watching Lin Sheng tear the natives into pieces while simultaneously sucking those fragments into his mouth, the Light Lord's heart twitched.

It sensed the lights of the universe, wanting to find a few civilizations that were utterly evil and within Lin Sheng's power to handle from the hints in the light to tell him.

But just as the Light Lord's gaze fell upon a certain galaxy, a sense of rage made it unable to stop itself from shouting out loud.

"Presumptuous!"

"The Created Civilization actually dares to massacre the indigenous civilizations of an entire galaxy!"

"Who is the Creator of this Created Civilization!"

Lin Sheng was startled by this sudden voice.

In fact, it wasn't just Lin Sheng; just now, every individual in the Great Universe from a Level 4 civilization or higher had heard this shout from the Light Lord.

When they heard this angry voice, they were all startled by it.

Because no matter in what form those civilized individuals existed, this voice could be 'heard' by them in a way they could understand.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lin Sheng turned his head, cautiously looking at the tiny speck of light behind him.

He muttered in his heart, could it be that he had gone too far and made the Light Lord angry?