My Hair Can Create a Demon Country-Chapter 213 200: Moluo's Sense of Mission! (Happy New Year)

"Jili gulu..." The other party began, full of questions, speaking languages beyond human comprehension, sounds that couldn't come from a human throat, akin to a beast's roar.
"Jili gulu..." Amiro calmly responded.
After all, he secretly learned the language; it was no difficult task for him.
In fact, those self-proclaimed righteous people who traveled back to prehistoric times, he, a formidable demon like Amiro, how could he not come?
Moreover, after secretly eavesdropping on Atlantis mages' analyses, though he was killed by that treacherous disciple... he completely understood.
It turned out that this prehistoric mist was formed from the lingering thoughts of prehistoric Divine-Demon Remains, weren't they akin to me?
If Atlantis is a descendant of the Mayan Civilization and has a bloodline connection...
Then, Amiro, born from the evil thoughts of Divine-Demon remains in Shushan Land, wasn't he related by blood to these prehistoric flood Divine-Demon evil thoughts?
Am I also their descendant?
Sadly, he wanted to recognize his ancestors and return to his roots...
But they didn't believe it!
After being killed by that treacherous disciple, he secretly sought out several fighting Mist Giants, told them the truth, and they responded with bewilderment, uttering words heard before:
"You lowly creatures, is there something wrong with your brains?"
"They mistook us as some indigenous enemies on this planet? The so-called 'Great Flood' destroyed certain Divine-Demons, whose remains turned into obsession?"
They slapped Amiro to death.
This made Amiro very angry!
They weren't lying to the Mayan Civilization; they truly didn't know.
They forgot the truth of history.
Clearly, it was the destruction of the Great Flood, the gods and demons killed by Jiaxia, they were born atop their remains,
Yet they betrayed their ancestors' history, forgetting their origins...
"Though a demon, one must know who nurtured oneself!"
"I may be Amiro, the Demon among demons, a shadow feared by hundreds of billions, but I know it was Buddha's evil thoughts and remains that nurtured me... this is the baseline of a demon."
Amiro suddenly felt a heavy sense of responsibility and mission on his shoulders!
To let these prehistoric misty companions know the true face of history.
Meanwhile, help them defeat those Atlantises and the Eastern Celestial Court attempting to alter history...
And he could rise in the process, receiving the cultural heritage of the prehistoric Jiaxia Sun Golden Tower Dynasty!
After all, he was very envious.
The counterpart easily killed a fragment of the traitorous disciple, forcing the opponent to feign death; indeed, those terrifying depths of civilization can be imagined, the civilization system of the other side is extraordinarily powerful.
No wonder it was the Jiaxia Dynasty before the Great Flood, Anunnaki.
If I can cultivate...
"Jili gulu..."
Amiro, with a solemn look, patiently explained in this survivor camp, "Did you feel my aura, similar to that aura in your mist?"
The muscular Licker was somewhat puzzled.
It was somewhat similar, yet entirely different.
Both could be classified as "spirits after divine fall," but fundamentally, they were not the same entity.
After all, the other side was too weak, merely the malformed demonic thoughts nurtured by gods not yet born from embryos.
"Yes, my aura isn't the same as the mist, but you are my ancestors!!"
Amiro's words left the other more and more baffled, "Actually, you might not believe it, this world is terrifying, I came from a distant future, traversed to this era, to... recognize my ancestors and return to my roots!"
Amiro, full of patience, began to explain the authentic history to the other.
"Do you know why you were born?"
"From the remains of gods and demons, to revive Him." The other replied, with hazy memories but an unwavering goal.
For that crazy mutter kept murmuring, enticing to revive Him.
This is the terror of such ancient life, even dead, can resurrect similar to "blood rebirth," whenever beings chant his true name, remember his terror, from death's graveyard, he would gradually resurrect.
"Yes, from the remains of gods and demons, to revive Him... but the question arises, what is the origin of this god-demon?"
The other party was puzzled.
This point was indeed not understood.
Because they were too weak, fundamentally unqualified to know.
"You really don't know the origin, huh."
Amiro sighed, transforming into a well-spoken elder.
This time in accepting disciples, he changed his approach, entering through benevolence, recalling those urban legends, the demon often transformed into an amiable old man to beguile others, "Seems, the existences of prehistoric times, have all forgotten many things, only through future archeology do we know, so let me tell you... the original text of history."
Amiro patiently brought out a book "The Three Days of Gods," beginning the retelling of the ancient divine and demon canonic,
"Come, little guy, read along with me—"
"On the first day, Amiro created all things."
"On the second day, Hermes granted knowledge."
...
Amiro was very patient, continuously narrating history.
The other, having just been born with consciousness, was like a newborn baby unfamiliar with the surrounding world, should have easily...
Unfortunately, the other was steadfast, not believing at all.
"Damn it!!"
Amiro was utterly exasperated, "Those powerful beings are fine, but this newly born being, who hasn't even cultivated, just a newborn, refuses to accept the truth of history?"
"Their heritage makes them not believe these things? Makes them instinctively think it's false?"
He, Amiro, doesn't believe it!
He even used Spiritual Power and various spells, constantly brainwashing, inducing the other side.
He was determined, continuing the narration of that ancient history,
"The God of Wisdom Jia Xia, seeing the sins of earthly beings was grave indeed, thus tilted the world, destroying all beings."
"That day, the entire world tilted, the earth began to crack, buildings began to collapse, four pillars began to break, people began to run and scream, the gods on the Divine Mountain, the demons below the ground, were fighting in that chaotic world..."
He narrated Fu Qingjun's civilization on the desk a month ago, including the fallen bucket of water at the time.
The other began to believe a little, with endless repetition...
Amiro was greatly gratified, "Indeed, those stubborn big demons have already lost all sense of family and forgotten history! Ungrateful! Betrayed the classics! Forgot the ancestors' glory! Forgotten their origins, must start from the cradle."
...
Fu Qingjun's eyelids twitched wildly.
Amiro, always up to crazy antics...
It's understandable that the righteous side believed the mist was caused by the Great Flood.
Never thought Amiro, as an indigenous of Shushan Land, deeply believed it as well, even as a villain, planning secretly to rally these infected beings, to seek revenge on the pretending dead Emperor Liu?
Everyone is such a shady schemer.
Fu Qingjun sighed, for a moment, he didn't know what else to say.