In the palace of the Duke of Togallado, what was once a cheerful gathering of nobles has now been transformed into a bloody restaurant.

The nobles of the Blood Clan, dressed in fine costumes, screamed and fled in all directions, like chickens being chased by foxes, and behind them was a pool of blood. In the pool of blood, tentacles after tentacles waved around, constantly rolling up new victims and dragging them back to the pool of blood.

The Bloods had forgotten their proud so-called magic, and scurried around screaming like a swarm of headless flies. And Frank just stood quietly on the smashed second floor and watched the performance of the crowd in the audience.

Jersey's sense of killing was too strong, but the direction of his evolution was not within Frank's presuppositions, and once again someone manipulated his work. Although Jersey's current strength is close to that of a legend, the reason why there is no way to become a legend is because his Achilles' heel is too easy to target.

The Bloods, who do not have a Legendary Rank, have no ability to resist in the face of the crazy Jersey, even if some people recall that they seem to have the power of magic. Its magic was also taken directly by Jersey.

As the blood clan was constantly pulled into the endless blood pool, the color of the blood pool became more and more vivid. Presumably the reason for the first time such a large-scale eating, Jersey had turned into pools of blood that filled almost every corner of the hall.

The Blood's wails and begs for mercy continued to ring out in the pool of blood, but they could only watch as the disgusting white worms crawled all over their bodies and devoured themselves.

The band's half-orcs and half-elves were not spared, even if they weren't on Jersey's recipes. They were dragged into pools of blood, where they were torn apart and thrown out.

Jersey was venting and eating at the same time, and the degree of integration of human and animal nature made him confused, but with it came anger at all who were alive.

In the crazy Shura field in Jersey, there was a place that was clean, and there, Aram was standing with a pale face.

The horrific scene in the audience made her feel incredible, and in just a moment, she was rescued from a mortal situation. But what followed was that the original blood clan was wantonly preyed upon like livestock.

She was out of the hunt, and the Bloods struggled to climb to the edge of the platform she was on, and then were dragged back into the pool of blood, leaving only blood on the ground.

With Jersey's efficient hunting, the hall finally returned to silence after the last of the Bloods let out a desperate scream. The pool of blood flowed slowly on the ground, surrounding the platform, and Aran stood on the platform and looked at the pool of blood as if he were sluggish.

Frank gestured to a picture frame, framing the scene in front of him.

The river of blood is as bright as a jewel, but it is only a foil to the girl on the stage.

And Alan, who was wearing a white dress, was like a queen, accepting the greetings of the river of blood from the audience.

"Jersey. Aran muttered, and the river of blood under the stage began to slowly gather together, and soon, a man in a red blood robe slowly walked out of the sea of blood, and the slow condensation became the hem of his robe.

Although he had no hair and his eyes were blood-red, with a jagged flush near his pupils, Aran still recognized the person in front of him.

"Jersey, is it really you?" Aran whispered, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

"It's me, Aram, I'm here to fetch you. Jersey's deep voice rang out, and it seemed that he was still recovering poorly from his vocal cords.

Alan threw herself from the table into Jersey's arms, crying, and the smell of blood on Jersey's body didn't seem to hinder her. With the messy and broken scenes around it, there is a bit of an aesthetic feeling, and it would be nice if there wasn't some guy who was reading down the second floor with some inverted scenery.

"Three, two, one. Frank counted: "The final tragedy is beginning to unfold." ”

Xiao Bai Xiao Hei and Certin Ai stood beside Kong Frank, and even Cé Ting Ai's expression was a little nervous.

Jersey, who was hugging Aran not far away, suddenly howled, and then pushed Aran away.

Jersey desperately retreated trying to distance himself from Aran, but his body didn't seem to think so, his body began to deform violently, like a tumbling wave, and the flesh thorns poked out of his body, and then were forcibly suppressed back, and the flesh thorns let out an unwilling howl.

The environment in the hall became much more eerie than before, and Jersey knelt in a dark corner, howling miserably, there was something in his body that wanted to go out to eat. And the meal was Arran, and Jersey desperately stopped his body.

"Jersey, how are you?" Aran asked worriedly, a little frightened by Jersey's performance. At this moment, Jersey's body began to twist into the shape of a bat's head that Frank had originally designed for him, and in addition, blood oozed from his pores, and the hem of his ornate cloak had melted into a small pool of blood, and Jersey sat in the very center of it.

"Don't come here!" Jersey said with difficulty, "Don't come near me, go, go!"

"It's a shame, Jersey. Frank's voice came from the corner.

"It's you! it's all you!" Jersey roared, a tentacle rushing towards the corner with a terrifying wind pressure.

The tentacle was severed in mid-air, and then the part that fell to the ground turned into a pool of blood and shot away in the direction of Aran.

"No!" Jersey yelled angrily, "You are part of me, come back to me!"

The tentacles trembled and returned to Jersey's body with unwilling screams, Jersey struggled to suppress his body, and his hateful eyes stared at Frank slowly walking out of the corner.

"Don't look at me with that horrible look, Jersey. Frank said, "I am not the author of your tragedy, I am just a man who has given you hope in the midst of despair." ”

"By the way, don't thank me. Frank said with a smile.

"You made me like this, you were the one who planned everything!" said Jersey with difficulty.

"Not really, my dear pet. ”

"I made it clear from the very beginning that your perfect balance is the balance between the struggles of human nature and the instinctive desires of the beast. I don't need beastly monsters, and you do, don't you?"

"Although you are a combination of human nature and animal nature, there is only a small problem with being perfect. That's an overly horrible appetite, Jersey, you're indulging your desires too much. ”

"It's a shame that you eat too much, too much. Now your body's instinctive desire to eat has gradually eaten you up, hasn't it? Because you've always pandered to the dark side of your own humanity, you don't know how to fight it anymore, and it's a pity. ”

Frank crouched down and whispered in Jersey's ear, "You've become a complete monster Jersey, and deep down, you've given up being human." So, your appetite is no longer under your control. ”

"The lover I just met again is going to die at my own hands in the blink of an eye. Frank stood up and said, "It's called, the tragedy of perfection." Now, let me sit on the sidelines of this closing play. ”

"Enjoy the eternal night of the two of you, FYI, the sun will appear in twenty minutes. Enjoy the evening. Frank said and disappeared again.

"Whatever Karin's choice was, when Jersey refused to use his humanity to restrain the beast's instincts. Frank said into the air: "This finale is already destined to be a tragedy." ”

Frank sat in the hallway on the second floor, looking at Aran below, who was sluggish like a sculpture, and Jersey, who was desperately suppressing himself. After a while, Xiao Hei appeared beside him with a swaddling baby.

"Found it, master. Xiao Hei whispered, "What should I do?

"Just hold it. ”