Eat chicken!

I'm finally eating chicken, sir!

At this moment, Martin almost cried with joy.

I think it was not easy to eat chicken in the game by myself. Eating chicken depends on technology and luck.

Bad luck, God Meow didn't even have a weapon in hand, so he landed into a box of braids.

If you're lucky, the safe zone will brush your head and have a destiny circle. Sitting on the favorable terrain, waiting for those guys who ran the poison to run across the open field under the urging of the drug circle, they were named and targeted by themselves one by one.

What's more, this is a real otherworldly version of eating chicken!

Is it easy for me, sir?

A drill at the beginning, and the equipment is all picked up.

He's damn good, after scolding the orcs and chaos, anyway, he wasn't a human-like guy, and he was scolded by himself.

You can even eat chicken in this situation!

Sure enough, sir, I was born with good luck!

"Whoahahaha!" Martin laughed wildly as he watched the sentence in the sky that he had designated as a winner's sentence unfold in front of him.

Some people are happy, and naturally some people are unhappy.

On a stone-made altar in the southwestern wilderness, a group of orc priests looked in horror at the last breathing orc on the altar - the animal tamer [wolf king] Wall.

In addition to Wall, three other orcs who were sent to the altar during the same period had already died.

Some of them were silent, their bodies were split in two, some of them suddenly had a big blood hole in their throats, and the worst one was that their heads suddenly burst open, leaving only one Wall.

Just as the werewolf priests began to despair and lose hope of victory, a pillar of green light descended on the altar.

The fresh and green brilliance is like the vast prairie in human territory.

Ahh

In this dry wasteland where there is not much grass and trees, this green is the color that orcs yearn for the most.

Wall on the altar suddenly opened his eyes and let out an angry roar: "Bastard Golden Flash—"

Wall sat up, and then saw a pair of concerned and fanatical eyes around him.

Before Wall could come to his senses, a large phantom appeared above the altar. Seeing that figure, all the orcs around him fell to their knees.

It was a green-skinned, flat-headed green-skinned orc oracle with a pair of fangs on his jaw that rose almost above his eyebrows.

He spoke, his voice rumbling, "Wall Slaughterer." Congratulations on finishing ninth in this maggot-level bloody arena. It's not an outstanding result, but it's quite good. Your bravery has earned the great god Gułš an important bargaining chip in this game of gods. ”

"Your efforts will not be in vain! Your blood will not be shed in vain. ”

"Accept it—this is the gift that the gods of Guush have given you. ”

With a wave of his hand, the Divine Envoy made a pair of weapons emitting a purple mysterious glow appear out of thin air and slowly descend in front of Wall......

At the same moment, in the province of Rick in the Rick Empire.

A blonde woman in a luxurious black dress lies quietly on a white jade platform covered with flower petals. Four nuns surrounded her, pouring holy water from a golden cup and swaying it over the sleeping woman.

But every drop of golden liquid flew half a meter above the woman and automatically exploded, forming a cloud of hazy golden mist.

The mist did not descend on the woman, but was suspended in mid-air, condensed but not dispersed, like a cluster of golden clouds.

This is a typical Sigma temple.

The woman's white jade platform was placed in front of the statue of Sigma.

Beside him, two old men dressed as bishops were dozing off in their seats, while a benevolent bishop was quietly surveying the landscape in front of him.

In the hallway at the edge of the hall, every five paces stood a Rick Janissary standing as if they were stone sculptures in their hands with their unsheathed crosses. Only the sharp, constantly rotating eyes in the full-face helmet indicate that they are all large living beings.

The door opened. An old general with white hair and white beard in golden armor strode into the main hall and came to the bishop. His arrival woke up the other two bishops.

"It's been three days!Bishop Benedict, the situation of His Highness ......"

The old bishop, known as Bennedy, smiled wryly: "General Ram, I just received the oracle of the Sigmar God. I heard that the situation is still relatively ideal, saying that the rules of this bloody competition have been changed, and His Highness has cooperated with a Bakarian, and the results are good for the time being, and there is a good chance of survival. ”

The old general's bloodshot eyes widened suddenly, and a rare smile appeared on his weather-beaten face: "This is the best news I have heard since the civil strife. It seems that we are also ignoring our fellow human beings. At least on this terrible continent, there is more than one human kingdom. ”

Just as the two old men were discussing, the woman in the black dress, who had not moved, suddenly moved her jaw.

"Huh?" several nuns noticed the anomaly at the same time, and they all stopped.

Before they could greet the rest of the church, the thick clouds in the sky suddenly swept away. A huge pillar of golden light fell from the sky, illuminating the entire Sigma Cathedral in Rick City.

Every soldier and civilian in Rick City looked up in amazement as they watched the translucent cherubs dressed in white with golden wings fluttering and frolicking in the sky, letting out a heart-warming chuckle.

A three-story tall oracle descended from the sky, dressed in a pure white robe, with green olive straps on his shoulders, holding a thick golden scripture in his left hand and a black square-headed hammer in his right hand, barefoot, slowly shrinking into the huge dome of the church.

"Greetings to the Divine Envoy—" In the church, all the bishops, nuns, monks, as well as the generals and Rick's guards, all knelt on their knees and prostrate themselves on the ground.

"Rejoice—you who believe in the light. In the battle of the gods just now, your ......" oracle is announcing the victory in a passionate voice.

Over there, the woman who was lying flat on the white jade platform had already sat up. If Martin were here, he would immediately recognize her as his good partner 'Francis'.

She seemed to be in shock, and her white jade right hand covered half of her face.

"Hell, why do I have such a ridiculous idea. ”

What kept coming back to her mind was Martin's elusive sword throw. Even if she was repeated 10,000 times, assuming it was the first time she encountered this kind of attack, she still wouldn't be able to dodge it.

It's stupid to fight a guy like that, and I can't defeat him. ’

obviously felt that it was wrong for me to think like this, but I still kept popping up such thoughts.