CHAPTER 571 A SAD HISTORY

"Scott, now that they are willing to surrender, do you think we should still kill the powerful mutants or

not?" Darren licked his lips and continued to stare at Scott.

Scott tilted his head to look at Darren and remained silent for a few seconds. "If they really intend to

submit, we'd better not kill them. We don't need a dispute in the future." He looked up and weighed the

pros and cons in his mind.

"Dispute?" Darren furrowed his eyebrows at Scott's words.

If they killed all the mutants, then there would be no dispute. It sounded like a winning idea.

"Yes, it is. There are powerful mutants of different tribes in the Medium Spiritual World as well. They

reached an agreement with the Sacred Palace that gave birth to the state of peace. Once we kill all the

mutants in the Bottom Spiritual World, even if we had a reason, it would be difficult for human beings in

the Medium Spiritual World to solve the problem in the future." Scott crossed his arms.

"I don't know much about these things. I only heard it from the elders in my clan," he added. Scott's

serious face looked icy cold to Darren at that moment. Darren pressed his lips together. He knew Scott

was right.

"In that case, we'll just let them go. After all, there are civilians in the mutant races as well. If we

slaughtered all of them, we would become the bad guys."

Among every race, the ones with great ambition were always the ones at the highest level. It wouldn't

be right if these people became enemies. If they were to slaughter all the mutants, no matter they were

good or bad, it also would be against their conscience.

"Let's go down and have a look first," Scott said in a low voice.

Darren and Scott looked down and landed in front of the double-headed mutant general.

"Do you genuinely surrender? You and any other mutants of your race cannot bother us again. If I

catch you, I'll kill you all." Darren's cold voice sent a wave of shock down the spine of the mutant

general. With his soft legs, he stood shivering on the spot.

The double-headed general gulped and tried to calm his racing heart that was trying hard to shoot out

of his chest. "Yes, we genuinely surrender. We won't bother you anymore. I'll lead them. I will make

sure they are prohibited from entering the human territory." He lowered his head and knelt on the

ground. He did not even dare to raise his head to look at Darren and Scott.

Once the double-headed mutant general finished his words, the crowd started whispering. Loud voices

of contempt tensed the environment even more. One of them couldn't hold it in and said, "I understand

the law of the jungle. But why are we always the lowliest in this world? I can't accept this! I can't! God is

so unfair! Our ancestors risked their lives for nothing!" His piercing gaze landed on Darren and Scott.

The double-headed man bared his teeth and roared at the top of his lungs.

"I have infuriated you. Now you must want to kill me." He gave a tight lipped smile that look creepy to

many around him. "Don't worry. I won't be a burden on you people. I'll kill myself with my own hands."

His sharp voice acted like electricity that crawled down everyone's spines, and they shivered.

The double-headed man pierced his both heads with his palms. He did not want to surrender, so he

chose to kill himself. Most of the people watching this horrifying scene closed their eyes in shock.

Darren and Scott furrowed their brows as they continued to watch the scene. What did that double-

headed man want? And why did he suddenly kill himself?

The double-headed mutant general looked at Darren and Scott, and his palms started to sweat

profusely. Would the two human beings choose to vent anger and kill them all after this?

Darren was silent for a while, and he continued to stare at the lifeless body. Stench of blood reached

his nose, and his lips curled. "What did he mean?" He narrowed his eyes at the dead double-headed

man.

Death of that double-headed man was really pitiful. A small spark of sympathy rose in Darren's heart.

He rubbed the nape of his neck and looked at the double-headed general.

"Eh?" The general tilted his head and stared at the two humans for a long time. The double-headed

general didn't know what Darren was thinking. He simply lowered his head. "He was too irritable.

Please forgive him. I swear in the name of our ancestors that we will keep our promises. Please forgive

my people." His voice trembled in the last sentence.

"In fact, there aren't any so-called mutants on this land."

Suddenly, an old double-headed man with wrinkles all over his body stumbled out of the crowd.

"My priest, please don't go over there. I beg you!"

One double-headed man caught up to the older man and tugged his sleeves. The crowd behind him

also begged and repeated similar words.

The common double-headed people looked up that old double-headed man as a high priest.

"Go on." Darren released a sigh and shook his head. His hand reached out to drag the double-headed

priest to the front steadily.

The old priest looked at Darren, and his lips parted. A ray of light shone in his dim eyes.

He stayed silent for a while and continued to stare. The sudden gaze made Darren uncomfortable, and

he wanted to shift his body away. His teeth chewed the inner cheeks to stay composed. From the

outside, you would see an expressionless face staring back at the older man. Finally, after what

seemed like hours, the old man retracted his gaze and said, "In the Last Age, as you might know, there

was a battle to defend the human beings. Before that, there weren't any mutants on this land.

At that time, ours and other mutants' ancestors were all human beings. To win the war, the human

ancestors began to find all kinds of ways to become stronger. They were seeking methods of growing

stronger in all kinds of dangerous places. Many people began to mutate because they had cultivated

odd martial skills to get abnormal bloodlines.

The records of our ancestors show that in that chaotic era, there were thousands of races living on this

land. Except for the demonic monsters, all other races were mutated from human beings.

Although so many races had been mutated, our ancestors had always treated themselves as human

beings. To protect the human race, they did everything they could, even at the expense of death.

At that time, the ancestors of mutants were respected by every human beings. Later, the war between

humans and the evil monster from the outer space finally broke out. At the end of the war, there were

only three members among thousands of different mutant races left, which are the fiend, the snail, and

us.

That war ended with the death of Hiram the Great. The human race had won a brutal victory. For the

next ten thousand years, people gradually forgot about the contribution of the three mutant races to the

war. When they thought they were at peace, the human leaders slowly began to detest the appearance

and behavior of the mutant races. Then, after a long-term dispute, the three mutant races were

thoroughly expelled. They couldn't even enter the prosperous area and only survive in the most severe

environment.

The seeds of hatred, from then on, were planted in the hearts of every mutant."

The eyes of the double-headed priest moistened, and his hands reached to wipe the rolling tears.

Darren and Scott stood there in silence. Although the priest only gave a brief introduction, they could

feel the bitterness in their minds.

To save the human race, their ancestors endured all sorts of pain and turned themselves into the

mutants. When the war was finally over, they were abandoned and driven away by the next

generations of the human race. What a heartbreaking ending!

Darren had heard something similar a long time ago.

Back then, when he entered the forbidden area, the witcher let him go because he had pure fiendish This material belongs to .

bloodline.

At that time, the witcher said that to become stronger, some human ancestors began to study the

bloodline of the fiends and transformed themselves to a fiend to improve their strength, so that they

could fight against the real fiends.

So, Darren concluded that the elder double-headed man must not be making up stories.

Darren looked into the eyes of the old priest. "I really admire the great loyalty of the ancestors of all the

mutant races. I sincerely apologize for the unfair treatment their younger generations have received."

Darren closed his eyes and bowed in front of everyone. Little gasps from the mouths of several double-

headed individuals spread in the crowd.

He straightened his back and licked his lips. "There's one thing, though. Your king wanted to kill all

humans because the space passage had been sealed. I didn't do anything wrong by killing him."

Darren continued to look at the older man to see any traces of fear or disgust against humans.

Fortunately, Darren was proved wrong when he heard the next words of the priest.

"Yes, the distant grievance should have been erased already. I have no complaint against you. The

king was at fault this time. But we also cannot ignore the seed of hatred that we have inherited from

generations." The double-headed priest's lips curled up into a pleasant smile.

"Well, in that case, I, Darren, promise that from now on, the humans in the Bottom Spiritual World will

not meddle with your race in the future. I will deal with the person who does not obey this." Darren

paused for a while. "But please make sure you don't harass the innocent humans," Darren said.

"Thank you. I really admire your righteousness. If it were someone else, my people wouldn't even have

a chance to defend ourselves. I really appreciate your understanding." A flood of tears started rolling

down the priest's cheeks. His eyes glistened with joy for the first time in a few years after seeing a

sincere human soul, and he bowed his head toward Darren.