At this point, the thirty-first place on the island has finally appeared to frantically devour the tokens of the Divine Skeleton. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The rats have completely built the altar they are on.

It is a three-tiered altar with five coffins at the bottom and seventeen old altars in the middle that I don't know what they contain.

At the top is an extremely rough statue, an animal with no head but six legs.

But it didn't look like a deer at all, it looked like a pig.

Unfortunately, rats and cockroaches are not experts in carving, and they can't make more perfect sculptures because of the urgency of time.

The mouse looked at the sculpture and scolded, "Damn, this is blasphemy!"

The cockroach also said angrily: "What's the solution, I don't know which bastard damaged the holy statue we hid before." ”

This statue is not so much a deer as a pig, and it is from his hands that it comes from his hands.

The mouse sighed and said, "Forget it, this is also something that can't be helped." ”

He glanced at the Greedy Beast, which had been wrapped in a sphere in the sky by the Divine Skeleton token, and said, "We must hurry up, or it won't be long before we will be affected." ”

They can keep the Skeleton tokens unnoticed, but there's no way to make the aftermath of the battle automatically avoid them.

Once things get troublesome, they will also lose the chance to escape.

The cockroach scolded and complained: "What the fuck, why is this year's tide of chaos so powerful, I have never seen so many derivatives of the gods, if this is in the living area of human beings, let alone a city, even a country will not last long!"

He clearly saw that a total of thirty-one locations were like invincible black holes, constantly swallowing the derivatives of the divine remains, and the number of disappearances was terrifying, but it was only about two hours, and the number of disappearances was probably already tens of thousands.

And he could now see something similar to a winged buffalo among the sea dragons, and it was clearly a new derivative of the Divine Remains.

And this at least means that at least two of the Divine Skeleton tokens bred by the Divine Skeleton are eyeing this place.

Thinking of the almost infinite sea dragon, even with the skeleton's body, he still inevitably shuddered.

He hurriedly said to the mouse, "Come on, I'll go down first." ”

Without waiting for the mouse to reply, he jumped to the ground and ran towards one of the coffins.

The mouse looked at his two companions with a look of contempt, and said, "Ignore him." ”

The rat actually wanted to kill this thing secretly for a long time, but I don't know if it was his bad luck or the cockroach's bad luck, he secretly did it several times and was invisibly avoided by the cockroach.

He couldn't help but curse in his heart: "It's really a cockroach." ”

He took the arm with the black bone marrow from the side and nodded to the two companions, "Let's start." ”

The companion nodded, pulled out a sacrificial knife painted with a black and red intertwined pattern, chanted an inaudible incantation, and stabbed into the neck of the headless deer statue.

At the same time, the rat violently broke off the arm in his hand and fell down the sacrificial knife.

The black marrow, which looked like a sticky black shoe polish, was attracted to it, flowing out of the arm like water, and disappeared into the sculpture along the sacrificial knife.

Suddenly, the red and black interlaced lines on the sacrificial knife appeared from the neck of the headless deer, and quickly spread all over the body.

In the next second, the pattern was infected through the six hooves into the stone slab below, and immediately spread to the second layer.

On the second floor are seventeen old jars, which are already entwined with red and black lines.

But unlike ordinary stones, the sound of insects crawling came from them, as if the seventeen old jars contained a swarm of crickets, centipedes, or cockroaches.

The sound was so loud that it made people feel as if their whole body was a little itchy.

When the mouse finished dumping the black bone marrow, the sculpture that said it was a deer, more like a pig, seemed to be a little fatter.

The rat and his companion crawled at the deer's feet, chanting an unknown prayer and rubbing their heads against the ground.

After a few minutes, they stood up and jumped to the bottom.

The mouse looked at the cockroach that was already lying on one of the coffins, and said, "We don't know the location of the boss now, so the four bases can only be tried one by one, and I will control this aspect, you don't have to worry." ”

The cockroaches let out a very small cold snort, but now they communicate by soul, and their perception is far sharper than that of humans, so the rats can hear it clearly.

He just didn't hear it, and said, "Go ahead." ”

He went to a coffin to the north and lay down, folded his hands, and began to recite something that I don't know if it was a mantra or a prayer.

At this time, with the words of the mouse, the voices in the seventeen old jars above became more violent, but they suddenly exploded in just over ten seconds.

But it wasn't some kind of insect, it was a gray puff of smoke.

There are countless very small but extremely smooth stone grains in this smoke, and they seem to constantly reflect the light around them when they flutter.

The smoke and dust roamed the second layer like a living thing, but it never floated out of the altar's range.

As they wandered, they rattled the stone altar with a piercing sound, as if they were slashing through the rock with a sharp knife.

At the same time, the top stone slab gradually emitted the sound of being trampled by something.

As the rat's words of incantation or prayer progressed, the pig, uh, and headless deer at the top, slowly lost a lot of weight, and although they were still fat, the proportions became more reasonable.

However, although the proportions are much better, his surface has become more distinctive, and his body has become more angular, as if it were not carved from rock at all, but the crystallization of some kind of natural composition.

The mistakes and omissions in the carving of his body, the deep pits and protrusions, slowly turned into hexagonal crystals.

What's more, as this crystallization progresses, the entire headless deer seems to be slowly coming to life.

Aishara's eyes were fixed here, watching the six or seven crystal-like things begin to grow from the back of the headless deer, she secretly wondered, "When did the headless deer have the ability to crystallize?"

Headless deer belong to demons, and according to Makoto's guess, these so-called demons are likely to be a failed creation, and most of them are a single one, rather than a horde of existence as in the novels of the previous life.

As a result, Elsara's knowledge of demons was relatively familiar, but she had never known that Headless Deer had the ability to manipulate crystals.

Elshara had even seen a projection of the Headless Deer, a being manipulating a petrified mist that had never demonstrated any other abilities.

She had a puzzle in her heart, and said secretly: "Could it be that the demons are also evolving?"