Evolve from a Tree

The iron whip that was full of barbs lashed out, and blood splattered everywhere. The little girl's whimpering sound came to an abrupt stop.    

"The world is finally peaceful and quiet." Ethan took back his whip, his tongue licking the meat hanging from the barbs. "Sure enough, the more tender the lamb is, the better it tastes."    

Two strands of undetectable death gas were sucked into Ethan's other head, which had its eyes closed.    

Everything that had happened was just an excuse he had come up with to absorb the aura of death.    

"What are you bunch of good-for-nothings looking at? Do you all want to die?"    

Ethan hated the look in their eyes, the look that had killed the last fool who'd dared to resist.    

But …    

It's here again now.    

"You're just a meat-type animal, a lamb with two legs walking around. You actually dare to look at my Lord Ethan in such a manner. Since that's the case, then all of you can go and die!"    

A bespectacled young man stood out. He tried his best to straighten his back, but his legs were still uncontrollably shaking. Although his voice was trembling, he said seriously, "We are not sheep with two legs."    

"We are humans!"    

Ethan looked at this bespectacled youth, and he seemed to have heard the funniest joke, "Hahahaha, what's the difference?"    

"It doesn't matter if you're a human or a two-legged sheep, but you're meat and you're our food!"    

"We are humans."    

The bespectacled young man miraculously stopped trembling and afraid. He calmly took off his dusty glasses, carefully wiped the dust off the lenses with his sleeve, and repeated each word one after another:    

"We are humans!"    

Humans were actually very small and weak.    

It could just be an accidental fall, a bruise, and it could be life-threatening.    

But they were so great and strong.    

In the era of cultivation by knife and fire, the ancestors were covered in beast skins. Naked feet lead their own people through thorns and thorns, looking for fertile land to settle.    

Waving the laughable wooden stick and stone axe, using his own flesh and blood to repel those ferocious beasts outside his home.    

Civilization gradually replaced the Wilderness, multiplying and expanding under the sacrifice of generations.    

They had their own language, they had their own culture, they had their own etiquette, they had their own costumes.    

Their footprints began to open up, and the space in which they lived began to grow rapidly. The beasts that were waiting to devour them were driven back into the mountains.    

From knife and fire to plow and cattle.    

Human civilization was like the spark that ignited on the prairie, burning ferociously, lighting up the pitch-black night sky.    

The wide roads spread across the land, and the surging rivers and lakes were calm and peaceful. Humans have successfully occupied a seat in this world, then …    

Become the overlord of the new era!    

The city was filled with high rise buildings, lights, wine, and a steady stream of people.    

Outside of the city, huge steel beasts slowly headed towards the ocean, there were also spaceships heading towards the vast space.    

Humans, small but determined.    

Ethan cracked the iron whip in his right hand, admitting that he didn't like the look in the man's eyes, the way he said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"    

The young man did not speak, he only brought his glasses back calmly and watched this monster with Anyov Race.    

The moment the little girl stopped sobbing, the ice storm hovering over their heads also dissipated.    

However, they did not feel any warmth. They were falling, falling into an even colder abyss.    

Their hearts were riddled with holes as they fell.    

Something had broken, something had come back to life.