Although Jason's mouth was open to the extreme, it was unrealistic to want to swallow the entire rock cube in one bite.

He could only swallow the entire rock cube in three parts.

Crunchy.

The rock cube smeared with honey is extremely sweet in the mouth, and then there is an extra taste of cream, if the taste of cream is unforgettable, then the cream with 'sweet' is full of joy, Jason gulps it up, but unfortunately he can't swallow it, although his stomach is extremely strong, but he still can't digest rocks, steel bars and the like.

After chewing a dozen times, Jason spat out the residue.

The joy of eating delicious food appeared on his face.

[Devour Crime and Punishment, Ark (Fragment)!] 】

[Excess recovery of physical strength, energy, and injury!] 】

[Satiety +200!] 】

[Satiety: 360]

【Excitement of Food+3】

【Excitement of Food: 7】

……

"I've died 50 times before?"

Jason suddenly died so quickly and too many times that Jason couldn't record it.

However, after the previous satiety of 310 and now increased by 200 points, the satiety of 360 points is visible.

Once again, Jason felt that if he had a tombstone every time he died, he would now be a big step forward by circumnavigating the earth.

Then, Jason was attracted to the excitement of eating.

3 points!

That's one point more than Jason expected.

According to his initial estimate, the strange crazy man was 1 point, and the rock cube was 1 point.

And now it's 3 o'clock.

Is it because the latter digests the former, and some wonderful reaction occurs?

Or is it that when the two are added, it is 3 points?

If it's the former, there's naturally nothing to say, but if it's the latter......

"Accumulate 'food' and swallow it in one bite?"

Jason frowned.

For Jason at this stage, it is not difficult to restrain 'hunger'.

But that's just for most ordinary foods, and it's quite difficult for 'food' in the true sense of the word.

Not to mention, save up 'food'.

It's that kind of taste, Jason just thinks about it, and he feels extremely tormented.

That didn't stop Jason from going for it, though.

Because, Jason knows, this is also a process that he must have to overcome 'hunger'.

Maybe......

Can I make some jerky?

Jason thought silently, his eyes on the total number of [Excitement of Food].

7 o'clock!

It takes 8 points to increase [Evil Protection]!

It's still 1 point away!

With just 1 more point of [Excitement of Food], he will be able to raise [Evil Protection] to Master Level!

Masterclass!

Just look at the prefix and Jason has a guess.

It must be the first level of qualitative change!

Now he was only a little bit away from this level!

The goal is almost complete!

Even Jason couldn't help but smile, he stood up and patted the dust on his body, but instead of leaving immediately, he went into the nearby house to look for clothes to wear.

In the battle just now, most of his clothes had already been damaged, and only some of the remaining covers and a few leather pockets only protected the vital points, but he still felt cold when he walked.

Tall, muscular in shape meant it would be difficult for Jason to find clothes that would fit him, and he had to be selective.

Eventually, he found a wide overalls in a butcher's shop, but he couldn't find a suitable blouse, so he chose a leather apron for the butchers to cut the meat.

After rinsing it with water, Jason put the apron directly on his upper body, and glanced at the old blood stains and filth stained on it, Jason raised his eyebrows, he hoped to be able to clean it again, but time did not allow it!

Airplanes!

On the outskirts northwest of Ngong Thanh, a sharp sword intent rose into the sky.

"Have you started?"

Sensing such sharpness, Jason took a deep breath, and he picked up the mask and slowly put it on.

It's not a 'night owl'!

It's the hockey mask that belongs to his Jason.

Avante's sword intent is not only about fighting, but also telling them: the plan is going well, start the next step!

After a slight adjustment, the hockey mask quickly calmed Jason as he raised his hand and drew his broad-bladed short-handled machete, the sharp blade shining on his mask in the moonlight.

In the moonlight, the hockey mask looked cold, and Jason's eyes were even colder.

He looked at the position where the sword intent was soaring.

He felt the twist that was constantly struggling under that sharp sword intent.

Indifferent, murderous words sounded behind the mask—

"The world is filthy again."

……

When the Pope's close ministers heard the footsteps, they subconsciously raised their heads.

When he saw the figure in a black cloak and a mask of a night owl, he was immediately startled.

Immediately, he shouted to stop.

"Stop!"

"You blasphemer!"

With these words, a blood-stained white light appeared in his hand, and this light condensed in his hand, turning into a long sword in his breath.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the 'night owl' in front of him.

The holy light suddenly enveloped this 'night owl', and a huge pressure fell from the sky like a mountain peak.

However, for this 'night stalker', such pressure is as if it does not exist.

He continued to walk forward.

"Stop!"

The Pope's close ministers shouted again, and then a sword slashed out.

The distance between the two sides was more than ten meters, but when this sword was slashed out, a scarlet light directly shot out from the white and slightly blood-stained long sword, like a sword qi and a secret technique.

And, it's fast.

In the blink of an eye, he was in front of this 'night owl'.

The eyes behind the 'Night Stalker' mask couldn't help but squint as they looked at this attack method that looked like sword qi and like secret arts.

Syllable!

The scarlet light was like a piece of porcelain that had fallen to the ground, shattering directly.

A faint smell of blood began to permeate the surroundings.

"With the help of too much external force, your sword ...... Not sincere enough. ”

Avant said slowly.

"If it can kill you, it's a good sword!"

"You can block one, but what about a hundred?"

The Pope's close ministers let out a low roar, and the sword in his hand swung again.

Just as he said, as he swung his sword, mixed with the strong smell of blood, hundreds of scarlet rays of light appeared, and, in this scarlet light, a distorted face loomed.

They stared at Avante.

His eyes were resentful, full of hatred and murderous intent.

Ordinary people shudder as long as they are watched.

Avant, on the other hand, was at ease.

And, there's the leisure to observe these scarlet glows.

After a moment, the 'Juggernaut' nodded.

"I see."

"Sacrificed life, distorted soul...... Sure enough, it was the usual practice of the 'temple.' ”

Avant said.

"What if you find out?"

"You're surrounded by hundreds of 'silences' right now!"

The Pope's close ministers sneered.

His forehead was dripping with sweat, and it was clear that using hundreds of 'silences' was quite a burden for him.

"'Silence'?"

Avant was stunned when he heard the name, then shook his head.

There were no words, but the look in his eyes had already indicated his thoughts.

Unworthy!

The attack method that is mixed with sword energy, secret arts, and other products in front of him does not deserve to be called 'silence'.

"Humph!"

The Pope's close ministers snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Hundreds of sword qi that he thought were 'silenced' rushed towards Avent with a sharp howl from a vengeful soul.

The invisible howl spread out, and the frightened birds in the distance fell to the ground one by one, without a sound, and the insects hidden deep in the ground also had stiff bodies.

A predatory-like aura appears on the 'Silence'.

Their scarlet glow grew more and more dazzling.

And the Pope's close ministers are also in the realm of such plunder.

His face, which was originally quite full, shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, he didn't care.

He's going to watch Avant die!

Baidao's 'Silence' will definitely be able to kill Avante!

The Pope's close ministers were very firm.

And then—

Bang Bang Bang!

The hundred 'silences' that flew in front of Avent shattered one after another.

The sound of shattering was like a slap in the face of the Pope's close ministers.

Not only pain, but also made him unbelievable.

"Impossible!"

"His Holiness the Pope has said it!"

"As long as the hundred paths are 'silent', they will definitely be able to kill you!"

The Pope's close ministers roared.

"He's right."

"Baidao 'Silence' can indeed kill me, but it's only the previous me."

"Me now?"

"It's a little bit close."

"But ......"

Avant said in the same tone, but before he could finish speaking, he stopped.

He adjusted his stance slightly, looking at the Pope's close ministers in front of him.

The other party, who was still emotional just now, became silent at this time, his breath was even more obscure, and a trace of distortion that did not belong to the world appeared on the other party's body.

Syllable!

The ground under his feet shattered from where he was standing.

Not broken in the traditional sense.

It's similar to a mirror being smashed, except for one crack after another.

Or rather......

The space shattered.

"Hey, nice offering."

"I feel you...... It's delicious. ”

The Pope's close ministers spoke.

The voice could not tell whether it was male or female, and it was impossible to tell whether it was holy or unclean.

There is only one point of distortion.

Standing on the shattered earth, this distortion began to grow rapidly, as if it was about to infect the whole world.

Avant watched this scene and did not skimp on his praise.

"I see."

"I really relied on these conditions in front of me to complete the 'séance'!"

"It's amazing!"

But there was admiration, but no more surprise.

From the moment he appeared here, Avant had roughly guessed what he was going to encounter, not to mention a reminder from Aitdemon.

Lawrence's partnership with the Temple is a win-win situation!

Only if it's a win-win situation, the 'Temple' will make a move!

So, please be careful!

Because......

Most likely, they have prepared a real killer weapon.

Recalling Aitdemon's words in his mind, Avent took a slow breath, just as he had slowed his tone before, slowly.

Then, he walked towards the 'god' in front of him.

His voice became clear.

"The gods have long since dusk."

"Dawn belongs to mortals."

Looking at the approaching Avert, the so-called 'god' smiled.

"How could mortals survive long dark nights without the guidance of the gods?"

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

"Back to our arms!"

"Let us guide you to the true 'Paradise.'"

As he spoke, he borrowed the body of the Pope's close minister and opened his arms as if to welcome Avante.

Avant laughed too.

"So, there's the 'Night Stalker'!"

"The 'Night Stalker' spreads its wings at night!"

"Under the wings of the 'Night Stalker'...... All for mortal protection! ”

Boom!

As soon as the words fell, Avante's long sword was unsheathed.

There is no sword aura, and there is nothing earth-shattering.

It's an ordinary sword slash.

Then, the sword is sheathed.

An ordinary swordsman can do it after practicing for a year, and even pull out a beautiful sword flower when he is sheathed, which deserves a full house.

That so-called 'god' could devour thousands of such swordsmen in an instant.

But now, all He had left was to bow his head.

Look at His broken body.

The earth healed.

He was broken.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

He hesitated, amazed.

Avant's calm, still slow tone said what he thought, what he firmly believed, and what should have appeared—

"Slash."