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Baldr gently traced the female Nightwing Dragon's face with one finger, feeling the smoothness of her delicate skin: "You'll behave, won't you?"
"The Nightwing Dragon Clan isn't afraid of death, but you don't want him to die, right?"
The female Nightwing Dragon trembled slightly. She remained silent for a long time, but her silence already represented an answer.
Watching his demon subordinates take the two Nightwing Dragons away, Baldr walked slowly to the homunculus.
One person stands looking down, while the other lies on the ground looking up; their gazes meet in mid-air.
The android felt no fear or curiosity; it simply stared at the other person quietly.
Feeling lost, aren't you?
Bader said calmly.
The android was silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Humans don't accept you, and you don't accept humans. Now that you've encountered demons and the Nightwing Dragon, isn't a new expectation emerging? Perhaps the Nightwing Dragon or the demons will accept you?"
The android fell silent again. Since its birth, its creator had resisted it and even hunted it down. Instead of killing its creator, the android was killed by the creator in the process of being hunted down because it could not withstand the low temperature.
For him, this artificial human, the creator was his father, his creator, his master, or even a god!
However, the God of his own creation loathed and feared his own birth.
He had no sense of good or evil because no one had taught him.
He didn't know the meaning of his existence because no one had ever told him.
The demons had been hunting him for two hundred years, but he didn't actually hate them much. Instead, he developed a kind of almost twisted sense of belonging.
Of course, having this distorted sense of belonging doesn't mean he would befriend demons; he has killed quite a few demons over the years.
After all, the most basic instinct of living beings is to survive.
A hand landed on the android's messy head.
"Your goal of finding meaning in your existence is flawed from the start."
The android looked up at Baldr, and for the first time, his eyes showed obvious curiosity and anticipation.
“Every race has countless subspecies, just like humans themselves, which are divided into three colors: yellow, white, and black. Based on race, they are also divided into Native Americans, Jews, and so on.”
The android listened intently; no one had ever said these things to him before. He was curious and wanted to keep listening.
“Look~” Bader pointed to a 'person'.
A wisp of demonic fire swept towards the opponent, and the moment the demonic fire landed, the opponent's human form instantly transformed into its complete demonic form.
"You see, he can be considered a demon, but can't he also be understood as someone who possesses demonic powers? After all, he can also transform into a human."
This would be utter nonsense to a normal person, but the android is different. He lacks normal values and cognition, and listening to Baldr's words, he fell into deep thought.
"Demons can be seen as a race of humans with demonic power, Nightwing Dragons can be seen as a race of humans with divine power, and you are also a special race, an artificial immortal."
"Essentially, demons, Nightwing Dragons, and androids are all beings of the same kind."
"Jews will never identify with Native Americans, and Black and White people will have conflicts stemming from different races. So how can you expect to gain the approval of a demon of the same kind but different race, or the Nightwing Dragon?"
After a moment of silence, the android asked in a hoarse voice, "What should I do?"
"The Nightwing Dragon will not recognize you because you are of the same kind, and you are someone who violates their doctrines. If you want to truly gain recognition and understanding, there are only two ways."
"What method!" For the first time, a clear eagerness appeared in the android's eyes.
"Find your own kind, your true kind."
The android paused for a moment. A fellow android? Are there other androids?
"If there's one of you, why can't there be a second?"
The android paused for a moment, then his eyes changed. For the first time, a strong, human expectation appeared in his eyes.
Search, search for more androids, search for your true kind!
"What about the other one?" Even without much human knowledge, the android knew that finding another android would be very difficult. In fact, he had tried before, but had not found one after two hundred years. This was why he came to this dilapidated manor to dig up graves late at night.
He wanted to find the original creator's notes, to see how he was created, and whether he could create other members of his kind.
"If you can't find your true kind, then go and find a higher being."
"The Nightwing Dragons are no match for you because their character doesn't surpass yours. Their very existence, their abilities, beliefs, and will are all bestowed upon them by others. They don't even have a clear understanding of their own existence, so how could they possibly understand you?"
"Only those who surpass you, surpass humanity, surpass demons, and surpass the Nightwing Dragon can give you their recognition, can't they?"
The artificial human was instantly jolted. After two hundred years of confusion, it was as if someone had finally helped him dispel the confusion in his heart.
Suddenly, he looked intently at Badr.
Are you an existence beyond me?
"What do you think?" A faint smile appeared on her lips.
Yes, absolutely!
No one has ever talked to him so much before!
No one has ever looked at his cobbled-together body without showing obvious rejection and resistance; neither the two Nightwing Dragons nor the other demons could do it.
So, are you coming with me?
Looking at the hand reaching out to him, the android fell silent and hesitated.
In just two seconds, he resolutely raised his hand and grabbed that hand, with great force, as if grasping the first straw in his two-hundred-year life!
Chapter Forty-Nine: Depravity! Depravity!
Sitting on the sofa, Badr was flipping through a book, which was none other than the experimental records of artificial humans.
Baldr had no interest in creating new androids. The original demon prince was so fascinated by them because he wanted to use android surgery to revive the dead and allow evil spirits from hell to be reborn in their bodies.
Evil spirits are different from demons. Evil spirits are the product of the souls of sinful people who have died and gone to hell, while demons are born hellish beings. Demons are inherently powerful, while evil spirits are not strong, but their numbers are numerous.
The demon prince wanted to use this method to create an army of millions of evil spirits.
Bader, of course, had no interest in this.
A moment later, he closed the book.
"It's exactly what I expected!"
"That guy before was pitifully narrow-minded in terms of both vision and perspective. He didn't understand the true value of androids at all."
In Eastern metaphysics, there are three treasures in a person: essence, energy, and spirit. There are similar ideas in the West, but the more widely accepted idea is that the three parts that make up a person are: body, soul, and consciousness.
The physical body is the foundation, the soul is the essence, and consciousness governs everything.
The problem with androids is that they only have a physical body and consciousness, but no soul. They can only be considered a special kind of creature that exists between life and death, half-alive and half-dead.
Because they lack a soul, the android is essentially a blank slate. Since consciousness controls the physical body, they will be different from normal people; for example, they will not die immediately if their heart bursts.
In some cases, androids possess a degree of immortality, provided that their organs can be replaced in time.
Therefore, his entire body could actually be replaced.
Just imagine how powerful a android would become if he had the fists of the Mighty Demon, the flesh of the Armored Demon, the legs of the Shadow Demon, and the blood of the Fire Demon!
This is clearly a temporary blank, a prototype of a super-powerful force that can be freely constructed according to one's will. How ridiculous that fool only wanted to use androids to create a useless army of evil spirits.
"Bang bang bang..."
A cautious knocking sound came from outside.
"Enter!"
The door opened, and a demon cautiously stepped forward: "Your Highness, we have been starving that male Nightwing Dragon for three days, just as you instructed."
"Oh~" Bader became somewhat interested.
"Let's go and have a look."
In a secret underground chamber, the light was dim, but it was still clear that there were two crosses inside, with two people, a man and a woman, tightly bound to them, facing each other.
At this moment, the male Nightwing Dragon was pale and his lips were cracked. Even though he was a Nightwing Dragon with extraordinary power, he still needed to eat and drink. After not eating or drinking for three consecutive days, although he would not starve or die of thirst, he was weakened. Moreover, he had been seriously injured before.
Compared to the male Nightwing Dragon, the female Nightwing Dragon was in much better condition. She didn't have a pale and listless look; instead, she had a rosy complexion. She just moved her body from time to time, seemingly because she was a little uncomfortable from being restrained for so long.
With a creak, the door to the secret chamber opened, and a ray of light followed, causing the two, who had been getting used to the dim environment for three consecutive days, to unconsciously close their eyes.
After a few seconds of familiarization, upon seeing Baldr appear at the door, the male Nightwing Dragon let out a furious roar.
"Damn demon, kill me if you dare!"
"Nightwing Dragon, never fears death!"
His eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to rush up and tear the person in front of him apart.
Badr didn't care about the insults: "Your spirit is better than I expected, but it's about right."
A feeling of unease suddenly rose in my heart.
"Demon, what tricks are you playing now?!"
"I will not betray the great Queen, not even in your wildest dreams. Nightwing Dragon is never threatened!"
Baldr ignored the incessant barking of the male Nightwing Dragon and stepped forward to the female Nightwing Dragon.
He looked them up and down and said, "They're in good condition. It seems they haven't disobeyed my orders."
The female Nightwing Dragon was not as violent as the male Nightwing Dragon, but she was still extremely wary of Baldr.
"What exactly do you want, Nabilis!"
"What do I want to do? No, no, no, I don't want to do anything."
"However, women should always enjoy preferential treatment, especially beautiful women."
"Demons can also like women?" the female Nightwing Dragon said with utter sarcasm.
"Why not? After all, you are quite charming, both in terms of your heroic spirit as a female warrior and your excellent figure."
The female Nightwing Dragon didn't want to speak; she didn't want to chat with this demon prince in such a flirtatious tone.
The female Nightwing Dragon remained silent, but the male Nightwing Dragon opposite her began to struggle again. As a man, it was instinctive to feel angry at a man who was flirting with his "woman".
"Damn Nabilis, if you have a problem, come at me!"