For a being like Greed, witnessing the eating behavior of a similar species will certainly not cause any physical discomfort, even though the behavior of this species is not elegant and appears to be a bit reckless and arrogant.
This brought more psychological discomfort. Wolfgang felt offended that his territory had been invaded. Just by meeting him, he had already determined the identity of the other person. They were the same kind.
With a closer relationship than the Seven Deadly Sins, Wolfgang was sure that the man sitting on the throne and enjoying the supreme majesty in front of him was also greedy.
Wolfgang could feel that this was a dream-like memory flashback, which was very fragile and would break if he applied even a little force.
But he didn't do this. Wolfgang was also curious about what kind of message this similar person wanted to leave to him after 4,500 years, so he chose to wait and see.
"Lugar Sage Si, a prisoner from the Ur Empire, a priest of the Mesopotan city-state, and the inheritor of the bloodline of the hero king Gilgamesh. His ability to summon holy objects and brew immortal wine can heal everything in the world.
Painful, with the effect of the immortal wine, I sliced one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine slices of rib meat, cut the skull and removed the brain to present this delicacy to you!"
Following the man's somewhat high-pitched voice, four tall, brown-skinned women, wearing the simplest veils, walked in from the door carrying huge dinner plates.
A huge wooden dinner plate is surrounded by a circle of carefully processed, Zen-like thin slices of meat. There are also ice cubes that should not appear at this time of year. A white-skinned human being is restrained in the center of the plate, kneeling.
He is sitting in the center of the plate, his hands are nailed with copper nails, and he is holding his head with his hands clasped together.
The place where this thing was supposed to be placed was filled with boiling broth for cooking other ingredients.
"Lugar Sag Si? I remember him, but it's a pity, I like the wine he brews!" The cruel king on the throne sighed, and began to use the most delicious delicacies on the plate without mercy.
Wolfgang stood aside and frowned slightly. From his personal taste, he would never simply eat this obviously very useful auxiliary ability user. It was too wasteful.
But the king in front of him obviously didn't care. Under Wolfgang's watch, he successively ate Anubis, who can make the soul of food last forever and is known as the god of death, in the desert.
An Mukai, the frost ability user who creates ice.
From Wolfgang's point of view, his predecessor's greed seemed to have just eaten up his entire kitchen team.
The man who had been passing the dishes while listening to the sounds outside the door and observing the somewhat silent King Greedy suddenly shouted in a loud voice: "The last dish! Dumitev from the Greedy God Realm, for you,
The great God King, the first of the seven original sins, offers his final loyalty, my stomach, and betrayal. May you be burned by the fire of hatred and suffer forever!"
As he spoke, the man used a bronze dagger to open his abdominal cavity, cleanly cut off his intestines and esophagus, and took out his bulging stomach.
The deformed organ looked abnormally long. As Dumitev lifted it up, blood and gray-black flames of hatred flowed all over the ground, igniting unknown fuel, and the entire palace began to fade.
Correspondingly, violent shouts of killing came from outside the door, as if thousands of people were fighting outside.
The greedy king didn't care about the sentence of his servant. He just moved his huge body and walked up to Dumitev. He took the other's last offering like a gift and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Are they all here?" The king turned around and walked back to his throne and prepared himself again, letting the gray-black flames burn his body: "Are they all dead?"
"Yes, they are all here, the Sumerians, the Amorites, the Assyrians, the Akkadians, they are all here." Dumitev, who should have died, held on to his broken body and replied with a smile.
: "That's right, they are all dead, you are the last one, and the fire I swallowed in your hand is the last gift of Fury, used to destroy the barrier that maintains your divine domain! Great God King, the era of you is over
"
"Hahaha!" Greedy on the throne seemed to have heard some funny joke: "We are immortal, time is just reincarnation, just wait, we will come back eventually, it's just a game."
Rumble!
As the scene in the fantasy world collapsed, Wolfgang returned to reality. The yellow sand on the ground covered the bones below. On the throne, the bones that were originally sitting there still maintained the posture of watching the show, as if the millennium in the world was nothing but a big world.
A dream.
Wolfgang stared at the other party's remains for a long time, thinking about the meaning of the other party's last few words. As the party that was invaded, he now has a PTSD sensitivity to words like player and game.
But behind him, the grumpy man was already impatient to wait. The bronze door weighing more than ten tons was pushed open by a furious man with one hand. Its inertia brought the door leaf to hit the rock wall hard, and even caused rocks to fall around it every once in a while.
Mine comes with opportunities for trouble.
The light from modern technology instantly illuminated this divine realm that was once ruled by a cruel king. The man stood in front of the light with a trace of anger, looked at Greed and asked loudly: "You have lived too long, Alzheimer's disease?
"
Thinking of the greedy ending of his predecessor in the previous environment, and looking at the current rage, Wolfgang even had a sense of time reincarnation and constant fate, and looked at Tang Ji with complicated eyes.
If it were him, I'm afraid he could indeed do something like that and end that era with his own hands.
"It is indeed the grave of the previous Greedy, and these are his bones." Wolfgang stepped aside, avoiding Tang Ji's sight, and let go of the skeleton.
"Let me see!" Wu Qianying pushed away Wang Zhengdao and Mikkelsen who were blocking the front, squeezed past Tang Ji, ignored greed, and stood directly in front of the skeleton, her face full of excitement.
: "Quick! Call those nerds from the origin team to come over and shovel this whole place back for me!"
Wang Zhengdao looked around and found that several people nearby were looking at him. He sighed with authority, turned around and disappeared to pick up people.
God knows whether he will be able to bring such a heavy thing back to the Lost Mountain base by then. Dr. Wu obviously wants to challenge the limit of his carrying capacity.
Quan Zhe, the achievement explorer standing nearby, was looking at all this with a serious look, his face full of gossip, and he seemed to be thinking about who this woman was.
"I heard that there are many types of players among you?" Annie lightly tapped Quan Zhe's shoulder and gave him a charming look: "Can you tell me about it?"
As the real mastermind behind the players, Markarian naturally knows everything about what happened in the ruins. Quan Zhe must first report what happened inside to him in order to obtain system rewards.
So while the most difficult players among the Seven Deadly Sins were exploring the ruins, Markarian prioritized throwing those difficult Paladin players into the world at the lowest possible rate.
Like Chaos Demon type players, Paladin type players themselves are rare in number. Most people need to show strong xenophilic tendencies in three or four consecutive worlds before they will be judged as Paladin type players by the company.
But one thing is for sure, these players are not novices. They all have rich gaming experience and are proud to compete against other players.
Moreover, the company stipulates that developers cannot proactively disclose the personal information of Paladin players, as well as the time of their arrival, so they naturally have privacy permissions.
JHSD-114 is one of the first paladin-type players to enter this world. The first thing he did after entering this world was to control his physical body and "surrender" and serve his sentence in the central prison.
Not to mention how desperate Anis Langer was when he woke up, the prisoners in the outer ring who gave up their own hope of escape in order to help him escape were a big problem.
They pointed out that Anis, who seemed to have some influence outside, could expose the evil system of the central prison and attract the attention of the media and the public, thereby improving their living environment.
Who would have thought that after escaping, that bastard would actually develop Stockholm symptoms and come back on his own.
Anis Langel didn't know what the damn descendant did when he was in the state of being descended, but every time he woke up, the prisoners around him looked at him with malice in their eyes.
No one can live safely in this situation. If this was not the central prison, Anis Langel would not be able to survive even a night.
But here, even the prisoners in the outer ring don't seem to challenge the death line drawn by the warden.
Those weird plants have proven countless times that they can hear everything and see everything. They know everything and are everywhere.
The prisoners could only use cold violence against Anis Langel. No one was willing to make deals with him, or even communicate with him.
Unless Anis Langel goes to the Central District to work hard all day in exchange for two meals and a good night's sleep, otherwise as long as he is still in the Outer Ring District, don't think about eating or sleeping. Someone will always deliberately
When he bumped into him, the food exchanged for the transaction fell to the ground, and then he was deliberately stepped on a few times. At night, someone would shout loudly next to him, waking him up.
As a blue-coated bishop of the Advent sect, Anis Langel felt that his dignity did not allow him to live like a farmer in Central.
But the dreamer seems to have completely different values. Every time Anis wakes up, he will find himself waking up in the safe zone of Central, with a hint of sawdust in his mouth and a sore back.
What made him even more desperate was that on the ranking list that symbolized shame in the Central District, the name Anis Langel was rising rapidly. Judging from the current speed, I'm afraid it won't be long before he will be awarded the title of Honorary Farmer.
title.
The strange looks from the inmates and the increasingly friendly expressions of the prison guards made Anis feel like he was about to collapse.
Even though he joined the Advent sect as a speculator, at least he had a preconceived impression of the existence of Advent in his mind.
Anis Langel once believed that the Adventers would eventually completely destroy the existing order of mankind and establish a new order. At that time, mankind would quickly become endangered in a few centuries like the previous generation of Federation aborigines.
Animals, only those who cooperate and surrender have a chance to survive.
But now, the law-abiding Adventer in his body has subverted Anis' three views, and he finally can't help but want to break the teachings of the Adventist sect and communicate directly with the Adventer.
Anis wrote a confession of thousands of words with his fingers on the land in front of him, vaguely expressing his identity, his beliefs, his confusion about the behavior of the descendants, and the dilemma he faced now.
, hoping that the other party can understand the problem he is facing, of course there is still confusion.
Just by thinking about it alone, Anis Langel would never have guessed that there was such a strange type of Paladin among the players.
Fortunately, in the context of DND, JHSD-114 can probably be classified into the range of chaotic neutral to chaotic good. He is very kind in explaining his motives, his vision, his expectations for the world, and his views on the entire world.
Accusations of inappropriate behavior by the player group were written on the floor in the same manner.
The large number of words in it made Anis Langel's index and middle fingers worn out. When Anis Langel woke up, all four fingers on his hands were in burning pain, but these were not as good as his.
Feeling distressed.
Not to mention the impact of this dialogue on the values of both parties, the innocent stick not far away can make Anis Langer heartbroken for a whole year.
You have written more than 8,000 words with your fingers, and the dermal layer on which you wrote has been worn away. Have you never thought of replacing it with something like a wooden stick?
Also, I am an anti-human and anti-social element who is the backbone of the descendant sect. How can I be descended by a third-generation Holy Mother spirit like you? Aren’t you embarrassed?
Even if you want to moisturize humanity in this world, do you have to come back to this hellish place like the Central Prison to shine?
Anis Langer, who was completely dejected, had only one thought in his mind: I don’t understand! I don’t understand!
Also incomprehensible was Druid Mikkelsen, the health version of Druid Mikkelsen who soaked ginseng and wolfberry in water in the Inner Ring District office. He had been observing the special individual Anis Langel for three days through the surrounding green plants.
Time, the opponent's exquisite performance cannot be described by the player's consciousness, he looks more like a ghost.
Especially the part where the two parties exchanged letters through the soil. Mikkelsen recorded it directly. If this thing is released, it will probably cause the Advent Church to suffer a fatal blow from a Tangji-style raid. It is really interesting.
After three days of observation, Mikkelsen could confirm that the player who befell Anis Langel was indeed different from other players.
He has shown an extraordinary respect for the world order and even specific individuals, good or evil, and is even willing to replace the body to atone for his previous illegal actions.
To be honest, Mikkelsen had never seen such a person in his life, so he planned to meet this player.