When everyone above had left, Frank, who had been hiding under the table, finally crawled out, but instead of returning to his human form, he took on the form of an ancient snake, with a pair of black wings fluttering on his body.

Under the gaze of the golden snake pupils, the thorns wrapped around the table legs suddenly trembled, and then accelerated, and a long thorn stretched out, slowly growing green leaves at his tip.

A pale golden apple hung on the branch so casually, wordlessly exuding the temptation of living beings.

"A golden apple made with the divine punishment of a guy close to the main god as a substrate, this must taste very good. Frank chuckled under his breath, and the entire apple vanished.

The door to the conference hall was hurriedly pushed open, and the twelve mermaids who had just gone out to check on the so-called papal mole entered.

"No problem. Ramikis whispered, "So what do we mean by how we just felt?"

"I don't know, it's probably an early warning, we have to be prepared. Ralph said faintly, a small slender snake wrapped around his feet.

A large group of people carefully inspected the entire hall, this is the place where divine punishment materializes, and it must be treated with care when it comes to their lives. Of course, there were at least three people here who knew they were going to get nothing.

"What did you do to divine punishment?" Ralph said.

"Don't be so nervous, just prepare some bait for my monster and the game can begin, I can't wait. Frank whispered, he didn't transmit the sound, but whispered.

His words seemed to go unnoticed, and everyone was scrambling to check the room, including Ralph and Conrad.

"Your work is still waiting there, do you want to give him the apple?" Ralph said again.

"Is everything that's happening in this room under your surveillance? Frank whispered.

When a group of people checked the entire conference room back and forth dozens of times, they walked out of the conference room again, leaving an empty conference room.

A black shadow emerged from under the ground, and began to examine the place where Frank had been, and the thorn that had grown the golden apple, but found nothing, but what he didn't notice was that at his feet, an inconspicuous flea was lying there.

Hiding in Ralph's collar, Frank opened his eyes, revealing a black figure in his eyes. The corners of the viper's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had seen something interesting.

Anderson was housed in a small, empty room, his cheeks sunken, and he hadn't eaten anything normal for an unknown amount of time. He knew it should be a short time, but every second in that little black cage felt like a lifetime.

He didn't suffer any physical torture, just putting him in a place where there was no sound, no light, no earth drove him almost insane.

But compared to this kind of thing, the god who betrayed him was the pain and shame that was truly engraved in his soul.

Now he is locked up in this room, awaiting the verdict, or execution, of the outsiders. He betrayed his gods, confessed everything, he thought that damn black space was the cruelest criminal law in the world, but now he looks alive.

Anderson sat in the corner, with no restraints on his body, and even the door was simply hidden, as if the owner of the place was not worried about Anderson escaping.

Indeed, in the castle where twelve blood lords gathered, letting a transcendent priest who had lost his fighting spirit escape, this kind of thing is as incredible as a werewolf starting to eat a vegetarian diet.

But there are exceptions.

Anderson's door was suddenly opened, and a thin Oriental man in a white robe suddenly squeezed in through the crack in the door.

"Is it the people who came to take me? sure enough, do you still want to die? Anderson thought.

But the Oriental man in front of him didn't seem to notice him, and put his hand on the wall to himself, and then frowned.

"It's hard, this wall. The Oriental muttered, and then took out a pale golden apple from under his tattered robe.

The moment Anderson saw the apple, his eyes shrank to the size of a pinpoint.

The little golden apple seemed to have an endless temptation, and Anderson heard the screams of the soul and the persuasion of the gods, but still the apple exuded a terrible tension.

"What is this?" Anderson's dry voice sounded in the otherwise quiet room, and the Oriental man who was looking at the apple in his hand seemed to be frightened.

"This?" the Oriental looked at Anderson and said, "This is not a good thing, you will die if you eat it!"

"I'm just asking you, what is this?" Anderson said with a frown.

"This is the golden apple, the golden apple of divine punishment, representing the power of divine punishment. But if you eat him, you will become a shell of divine punishment, and from then on, it will never exist. The Oriental said.

"Divine punishment?" Anderson was shocked, isn't this what the Holy See has let him seek? Why did it appear so simply in the hands of this Oriental?

"Do you want it?" said the Oriental man with a smile, "If you eat it, you will be doomed and become a monster completely." ”

Anderson didn't speak, but watched as the Oriental man shoved the apple into his hand.

"Think clearly, friend, as long as you eat it, you will never recover. With just one bite, he ceases to be a human being, and becomes a slave to the power called God, an empty shell that only carries power. ”

"But it's power. The powerful power called Divine Punishment is a powerful force that can solve everything if you eat it. ”

"This is a gift from the devil and a curse from the gods. So indulge in it, it's a lot of fun apples. ”

Anderson looked at the apple in his hand blankly and seemed to want to say something, but when he wanted to say something, the Oriental in front of him had begun to slowly fade, as if it was about to disappear.

Anderson stretched out his hand and grabbed the Oriental man in front of him, but he grabbed a void.

Suddenly, Anderson woke up, only to find himself still sitting in the corner.

"Is it a dream?" Anderson muttered to himself, but when he looked back, a pale golden apple was on the carpet in front of him, exuding endless allure.

Anderson jumped up as if he had been electrocuted and rushed to the apple on the ground, holding the apple tightly in his hand, but in the blink of an eye, countless voices rang in his ears.

It was the voice of a curse.

It was all beings, and the gods cursed the one who ate the apple.

And those with inductive voices.

It was the devil's whisper, urging him to eat the apple, and they seemed anxious to eat his soul.

As the mysterious man in the dream said: This is a gift from the devil, this is a curse from the gods.

Anderson looked at the apple in his hand hesitantly, this is definitely not the so-called divine grace, but this apple is so seductive, exudes a fatal attraction, and the so-called power, it seems to be worth a try.

He's already a betrayer anyway, even if

Just as Anderson trembled and sent the apple in his hand to his mouth, the door was knocked open again, and another face in a white robe broke in, and he rushed directly to the wall and began to try to smash it.

"Hey, who are you?" asked Anderson.

The young man with the eastern face seemed to be taken aback, and then turned around with a bright smile and said, "Hu Qidong, ahhh Yes, my name is Easter!"

"Were you made by the people here like me, monster?" said Esther with a smile, "Let's get out together!"