No. 2 floor, No. 3 floor.

The terrifying aura that seeped through the ceiling was felt by every telepathetic of the horn.

In a luxurious room, Bijander and his teammates were silently staring at the ceiling.

Many doubts, puzzles, and strange eyes slowly revealed.

From that breath, they sensed danger, but they didn't know what was happening at the top.

"Is it a succession war?"

Pariston looked at Biyoung, who was drinking a little wine, as if Biyoungde, who had been on the second floor, would know what was going on.

On the other hand, the other people in the room also shifted their eyes and fell on Biyangde, as if they wanted to get an answer.

"Don't bother with it, don't care. ”

Instead of answering Pariston's question, Bijander left them alone.

Paris nodded slightly, since Bi Yang De said so, it means that this aura will not affect them, or rather, it will not threaten them.

It was enough for him to understand this.

When the others heard Biyangde's words, their minds stabilized.

Biyangde put down the small wine glass, and the woman next to him saw this and skillfully poured the wine for Biyangde.

"It doesn't matter who survives. ”

Bijande looked down at the clear liquor in his glass.

He and Kajin cooperated, but each had what they needed.

He needs the influence of the V5, a great power that can make the V5 a mouse, and what he needs is his appeal as the son of Nitro.

Therefore, what the final outcome of the inheritance war will be has nothing to do with him.

The ship would eventually reach the Imaginary Continent, from where they would eventually set off for the Dark Continent.

"Still, I hope you're the one who survives. ”

Biyangde drank the wine in one gulp.

The "you" he thinks of in his heart is the back pot meat with whom he has a cooperative relationship.

..........

No., 1st floor.

The telekinetic flames at the front of the thirteen coffins were burning all the time.

In the coffin, the princes' faces were deeply immersed in the white smoke that filled the air, and their faces were extremely serene.

Pale face, pale hands, pale telekinetic flames.

The Color of Death......

A pair of wings poured out like ink on the strange ground and a pair of wings poured out like ink to the left and right, and in the middle of the wings, Benjamin knelt on his knees, his head hanging low, buried deep in his chest.

Tick.

Strands of blood slid down his face, pooled at his chin, and then dripped to the ground like a tap that couldn't be turned off.

Hui Pot Meat stood a few meters in front of him.

At this time, Hui Guorou looked at Benjamin, who was kneeling on the ground with his head buried deeply, and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm also very relieved." ”

Benjamin's lowered head moved slightly, and then, with difficulty, he looked up, only to see that his eyes were bloody, and his eyeballs were missing.

He stared at the meat with a pair of hollow and blood-filled eyes, and his blood-stained mouth opened slightly, and he could only let out a low whining.

Because, a bloody hole was also ripped out of his throat, and blood was gurgling and remaining.

Can't see anything, can't speak.

However, Benjamin can imagine the look of the pot at this moment.

That must be...... Calm untouched by anything extraordinary.

Failed, but no one can blame.

What you want to complain about is only your own lack of ability.

This is Benjamin's true thought when he is about to die, and before his strength will eventually run out, it remains in his mind, except for unwillingness, is the overwhelming power displayed by returning to the pot.

"Defeated. ”

Benjamin lowered his head slowly.

The strength he had left was no longer enough to support him to hold his head.

"Click!"

Suddenly there was the sound of the hard shell being crushed, followed by the sound of flesh being chewed.

Benjamin knew that it was the sound of his [dead lips] being devoured by the [spider mother] who returned to the pot.

"That's it, my ...... ...... that has not yet started Journey ......"

The sound I heard slowly became ethereal, like a fading away.

The last trace of strength passed so inexorably.

Benjamin died, on his knees.

Hui Rou's gaze moved away from Benjamin and fell on the spider mother behind him.

Click, click......

The spider mother's several pairs of arthropods grasped the dead lip with only half of her body left, and her mouth full of sharp teeth opened left and right, biting off the hard shell and flesh of the dead lip one by one.

Instead of bothering the mother spider, the meat moved Benjamin's body to the last coffin.

Compared to the other thirteen princes' solemn and serene faces, Benjamin's appearance was very tragic.

It's reached the last step, and Hui Rou doesn't have the time to tidy up Benjamin's remains.

The translucent glass lid on the coffin slowly closed.

Hui Guo Rou looked at Benjamin's face blurred by the cold air, and said lightly: "As my best heir, you have done a good job." ”

Shout!

The circular lines on the front of the bottom of the coffin suddenly burst into a surging telekinetic flame, a flame that was stronger than the other princes, and the two were not at the same level at all.

Hui Pot Meat moved his gaze and looked at the telekinetic flame that bloomed after Benjamin's death, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he said solemnly: "You are all the indispensable cornerstones of Kajin, very good, very good." ”

After speaking, he turned around and walked towards the spider mother.

At this time, the spider mother had eaten the corpse of the dead lip and only one foot was left.

Maybe it was because it saw the meat coming over, but it didn't even chew, so it stuffed the soles of its feet into its abdomen.

Hui Meat glanced at it, and then walked straight to the central instrument where the strange patterns converged.

The spider mother turned into telekinesis and returned to the body of the pot meat.

The meat came to the instrument, and there was a hint of expectation on his fat face.

There are such things as children, and you can give birth to as many as you want.

Call!

The door to the instrument suddenly opened, and puffs of white smoke came out.

The meat stepped through the white smoke and walked into the instrument.

Then, the bilateral doors, which had just opened, slowly closed again.

The whole room, at this moment, fell silent, and the atmosphere became eerie.

Fourteen coffins, fourteen corpses, fourteen telekinetic flames.

The instrument in the center of the room made no sound, except for white smoke that could not disperse at the bottom.

Suddenly, the telekinetic flames that burned out of thin air on the circular lines were like balloons that had been released, contracted in the blink of an eye, and then as if they had been sucked in by a small hole in the ground, they followed the lines on the floor and converged in all directions towards the instrument in the center of the room.

Soon after, all the telekinetic flames passed through the lines and burrowed into the instrument.

However, the instrument still did not make any sound, and the room was dead silent.

It wasn't until five minutes later that the door to the instrument suddenly opened.

The white smoke filled the air, and the meat came out of it.

His appearance and figure hadn't changed much, but the amount of apparent energy surging through his body had reached an astonishing level.

Ten people, or twenty people together?

At the same time, the spider mother appeared from behind the back of the pot, but her appearance had undergone earth-shaking changes, exuding an extremely terrifying momentum.

"The little mice down there are quite cheerful. ”