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He was prostrate on the broken stones, the shards still with intricately carved lines, faintly discerning the outline of the once massive sarcophagus.

But now, the solemn mausoleum has become a place of gluttony, the elaborate sarcophagus has been smashed, and the funerary goods worth 10,000 gold have been thrown aside and discarded.

And the owners of the mausoleum—the once noble corpses—had been dragged out by the frenzied monster, the big chunks.

Click! Click! Click!

With the sound of bones being chewed up, a crown covered in tooth marks rolled from the shards.

The laurel crown of the moon, which was once the pride of the sage of the Iron Moon, has now become like this.

He held a withered and mutilated skull as if it were his own lunch box, sucking the remnants of his fingers, sucking everything inside, and finally swallowing the crunchy skull like a biscuit.

Perfect for afternoon tea.

The withered and gaunt figure was faintly plump, and on its shriveled face, two eyes seemed to be burning with flames, and he raised his head and stared at Naberis.

"Wait, wait, serve immediately. ”

Paganini stepped forward, raised the hammer in his hand, looked around at the coffins, and finally selected one, smashed, and in the sound of shattering, the smell of decay came alive from the cracks in the sarcophagus.

"Hah, you're in luck—"

Naberis crouched in front of the crack, peeking at the bones sleeping in the darkness, his eyes pleasant: "I wonder what the Lord of the Golden Palace tastes like?"

Click, click, click!

Soon, the creepy voice sounded again, and the terrifying banquet with the primordial kings as a meal had entered its climax......

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Click, click, click!

Ye Qingxuan also grabbed a piece of hard dough and gnawed on it, hungry like a mad dog.

After a turmoil in music theory, he was reborn with the power of the Philosopher's Stone, but the heat lost in it could not be compensated for by the aether alone.

Fortunately, at this moment, he has completed the semi-aetherization, and half of his body is composed of aether, otherwise it would not be so easy to be reborn.

In just five minutes, Ye Qingxuan completed the chapter of fate, met the primordial kings, and confronted the group of old immortal guys, and then successfully completed the metamorphosis of the ether, and had strange traits that he couldn't even speak.

The violently changing ether is like thunder and lightning, constantly changing, eroding the surrounding matter, and indifferently maintaining its own balance.

In the moment of shock, there are countless music theories that are born and died.

Just observing and analyzing, it made several masters who had relieved their breath feel the urge to vomit blood again.

But this is not the most pressing issue right now.

It's in front of you.

Ye Qingxuan swallowed the last piece of bread, Niu Drink swallowed most of the pot of water, and finally drove away the hunger that went deep into the bone marrow, wiped his mouth, and raised his eyes to look at the old nun in front of him.

"Why don't you tell me ...... you can use Schubert's powers?"

"I don't know. ”

The old nun had already recovered from that miraculous state, looking a little sluggish, and smiled reluctantly at Ye Qingxuan's sharp gaze:

"Probably God answered my prayers?"

She stretched out her hand, habitually wanting to wipe the sweat off her face for Ye Qingxuan, but Ye Qingxuan held her wrist, and her fingers were like iron tongs.

With the reversal of her fingers, Ye Qingxuan opened her sleeve, and saw the burned skin, as well as the overloaded alchemy matrix - the power of the saint is a fiery lava to a small mortal, if you want to touch it, you have to play with fire, and it is impossible to have no price.

Ye Qingxuan could feel that her internal organs were almost weakened to the limit, and the muscles under her skin were twitching involuntarily.

There should have been a painful pain, but the old nun's eyes were still soft and serene.

She looked at Ye Qingxuan, she was not sad at all, she just smiled.

Ye Qingxuan's heart became more and more irritable, and his voice became colder: "Mama, make it clear, I'm not your group of children...... Please put away your excess love, I don't need your handout. ”

The old nun still looked at him, her eyes soft: "No matter who you are, God loves the world. ”

"But the gods don't love you. ”

Ye Qingxuan retorted coldly, without any pity or sympathy: "Make it clear, Mama, it was I who saved you in the first place! Your god just wants you to die!"

The old nun was stunned for a moment, her smile became a little embarrassed, and she lowered her head in a sneer: "But God will love you, Lord Bishop." I think...... You are the one who should be loved by the gods. ”

"I hope so. ”

Ye Qingxuan retracted her gaze and didn't want to say more, just motioned to Mabel to heal her injuries and got up to leave.

After a few moments, Mabel returned to him, and couldn't help but smile at the indifferent appearance of him sitting on the steps.

She took half of the corn stalk out of her pocket, cut it nimbly, hollowed it out, and inserted two pipes into it to make two delicate corn pipes.

"Would you like some good tobacco, I got it from a weird guy eight years ago. ”

She pulled a black pocket out of her bosom, and the smell of cream and tobacco wafted from the pocket.

Ye Qingxuan looked at the little girl in front of her skillfully stuffing her pipe, and her expression couldn't help but be a little complicated.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Mabel glanced at him and laughed strangely: "Your Excellency, I am an old lady of eighty years old. It's said that you're not afraid to be cold, but the taste isn't that heavy, is it?"

Ye Qingxuan rolled his eyes, didn't speak, just took the pipe.

The mellow tobacco leaves burn and rise.

Mabel tilted his head to look at him: "The dignified Prince of Avalon, one of the few strong people in the world, is in a bad mood to be given by an ordinary person?"

Ye Qingxuan glanced at him: "If it wasn't for a dog to cover me back then, I would have died a long time ago." My self-esteem isn't that fragile, okay?"

"What's the bother?"

“......”

Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, and said in a muffled voice: "It's just that she's not worth it, her god is not worth everything she has, and the sect is not worth it." ”

"She hasn't said anything, but you seem to know something?"

"You can guess with your toes - the Order's tricks, it just comes and goes. ”

Ye Qingxuan sneered: "As long as you hold the banner of justice, there will be a steady stream of fools to sacrifice yourself, it's good, it's good."

She wasn't the first, nor was she the last...... Father Bane is, my dead ghost father is, and so are the old men of Stone, even if they die of old age, they don't forget the Crusade.

As a result, the Order treated them as mere tools of the past. They wanted to shine and set themselves on fire, but the Order didn't need their sparks.

They shouldn't sacrifice themselves for those things, it's not worth it. ”

He took a deep puff of his pipe, narrowed his eyes, and puffed cyan smoke from his mouth and nose: "Mabel, I don't like this world.

Didn't like it at all. ”

Mabel didn't speak, just smoked his pipe until finally, throwing away the burned corncob, reached out, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Your Highness, do you remember what she said?"

She looked at Ye Qingxuan: "You are the one who should be loved by God, Your Majesty and Mr. Maxwell firmly believe so, and I firmly believe so."

If you have a command, I will obey it.

Because I believe that you will change the world for the better. ”

"I hope so. ”

Ye Qingxuan threw away the pipe he had smoked, got up, patted the dust on his body, raised his head and smiled: "Let's go, help the old man get his injuries right first-don't let people complain about the black heart of the inquisition." ”

But soon, he looked at the old men in front of him and couldn't laugh.

I was chilling all over my body.

"It's ...... What's going on. ”