"yes, isn't that a conversation between a homeless dingo and another homeless dingo?"

Kosche finally raised his eyes and stared at the young man in front of him with cloudy pupils: "Am I not in awe of your former title, even if you have only held it for less than two days!

Or should a sacrifice that has lost my favor make me give more!"

There was a thunderstorm in the hoarse voice, it was the wrath of the Immortals, the Transfigurers, and the Demon King: "If you want to gain my admiration, maybe you shouldn't refuse that sacrificial serpentine ceremony!"

Before you are thrown out of that unheated chair, you should die in honor, not like a wild dog!"

Amon Messises' expression distorted.

It was as if there were countless insects crawling underneath, and it was obviously such a handsome face, but at the moment, it was like a demon, gritting its teeth, and squeezing out a sound from between its teeth.

"Oh, Kosche, you really broke my heart. ”

So, the Sphinx raised his eyes and stared at the old man in front of him fiercely.

"Each other, each other. The old man in the wheelchair looked back indifferently: "If you want to get off this ship with dignity, don't offend my family again, Amon Messis."

This is the last warning that an incompetent brother can give you. ”

In the silence, neither of them spoke.

Only the sound of wailing in the distance.

After a long time, Amon Messises's expression finally calmed down.

"Good. ”

He took a step back and said in a cold voice: "Sphinx, let's go." ”

He turned to leave, and the orange cat gave Kosci a cold look and disappeared into the hallway with him.

Silence has returned to the shattered restaurant.

Amid distant wails and screams, the lonely old man stared at the empty soup bowls on the table, and the only soup spoon left from what had once been the only remaining of countless riches.

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"Respect?"

Imagine that you were once a pharaoh.

The only agent of the gods in the world, the manifestation of the soul, the unique god of the world, all the glory in the world belongs to you...... At least the glory of Egypt is yours.

The vast land of Africa is full of proclaim your glory and greatness.

In front of you, the crowd bows their heads, licks your toes in awe, and appreciates the greatness of divine power and divine grace.

Until one day, suddenly a slut, a bitch, is favored by those capricious gods, and this favor is even more than you.

And then you lose power, you lose your honor, you lose your power and everything.

He even almost lost his precious life in the so-called snake ritual.

Fall into the dust.

Driven out of the kingdom and realm that once proclaimed your greatness, wandering through the mud and dust, and having to live in the same room with the foul-smelling pariahs.

Even in order to regain power, you have to sit in the same boat with those sneaky people who were once worthless in front of him.

These are sacrifices, little sacrifices that need to be made in order to reach the goal, in order to become great again.

If you can get what you want, everything you have lost now is completely insignificant.

But now, those untouchables are asking you to be with them in the same boat?

Or even asking for 'respect' from you?

"Respect, respect, respect?"

Amon Messes strolled through the blood-strewn corridors, muttering to himself, his expression indistinguishable from hideous or mocking: "An old ghost who is dying of old age dares to mention this word to me......?"

The out-of-control wolf mutant roared, pounced, and then fell apart under the sharp claws of the Sphinx.

Finally, it was swallowed into the belly.

I chewed it into pieces, tasted it, and vomited it to the ground in disgust.

"Meow ......" The orange cat, who had long since lost his wisdom, turned around and spoke sadly to the Pharaoh.

Amon Messis was stunned for a moment, and his expression quickly became more and more distorted—his own guards, his own mounts, his own symbiotes, had been reduced to the point of devouring such a ghostly thing.

Same with him.

They are all losers, and they have long been abandoned by this world.

"Don't eat any more of these, Sphinx. He bent down, gently picked it up from the ground, and stroked its fur: "I promise, my dear, that we will rise again." ”

"Meow!"

The Sphinx screamed, as if he understood.

Amon Messis pursed his lips and continued on, back in his cabin.

As a noble pharaoh, even the White Crowned King will give preferential treatment, such as this gorgeous room, which is different from the cramped barns of other untouchables, with a large bed and a wine cabinet with soft lighting.

Back in the room, the Sphinx ran to his bowl and began to chew on the fresh meat.

"Respect ......"

Amunmesses, still obsessed with the humiliation he had suffered, drank the absinthe-soaked wine, rudely put the cup back in place, and sat down in his chair.

"Someday, Kosche, someday......" he murmured hoarsely, "you and that slut of yours will understand what respect is." ”

"I don't think you can see that day anymore. ”

A hoarse voice rang out.

Amon Messis jerked his head up, looked in the direction from which the voice had come, and saw the figure pushing the door open.

As if seriously ill, he staggered forward, dripping foul-smelling corpse water from his cloak. Reaching out, he picked up a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet, smashed the bottle, and poured it into his mouth under the hood.

The liquor fell from the corner of his mouth or from the hole in his abdomen, mixed with a rancid liquid, dripping on the soft carpet, and smearing a large gray mark.

"Bold!"

Amunmesses' eyes widened, and without his command, the Sphinx leaped to his feet and tore to shreds the madmen who dared to offend the pharaoh's bedchamber.

Broken limbs fell to the ground, maggots surging in the already rotting flesh.

But immediately after, the Sphinx's expression changed.

As if in extreme pain, the pain spasmed, and he suddenly opened his mouth to vomit, but nothing came out, and he could only scream in pain.

In the sound of chewing from the stomach pouch.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch......

The mad beast endured excruciating pain and rolled violently, turning the entire gorgeous room into a mess. But after a while, it didn't move.

Only the skin on the abdomen slowly bulges.

Torn from the inside out.

A hideous face that has been corroded out of a skull is revealed.

"This head...... I can't use it......"

The hideous face grinned at the Pharaoh, and on his chest, a large mouth slowly opened, greedily gnawing at the limbs of the Sphinx, inch by inch, even as the thin divine blood corroded his own body.

Indulge in a delicious meal and enjoy your own dinner.

He moaned hoarsely in the severe pain, and devoured it in the midst of pleasure.

And the three different heads stared blankly at the stiff Pharaoh.

"What the hell is this......

At that moment, Amon Messis let out a groan of despair.

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Yin Yan, 20 years old, astronomical meeting with the examiner.

Likes to sing, dance and R...... Probably.

Maybe he doesn't like any of them, who knows?

Anyway, the only thing Huai Shi knows is that he really looks like a vegetable when he fights...... What's going on?

Anyway, the dish is right!

"E-sports, food is the original sin!"

Huai Shi flew up and kicked the knife in his hand directly, and then picked up the axe and slashed it down according to his skull, and in an instant, the flesh and bone separated, and one of Yin Yan's arms flew into the air.

Two seconds ago, when Ai Qing gave the order, the prepared Erwu Zai Huaishi launched a backstab.

Don't ask why.

The question is two or five boys.

Raising your hand is a triple pack of demon-breaking crossbow arrows.

At such a close distance, within ten steps, the silver crossbow arrows were simply instantaneous, but Yin Yan was able to react to dodge......

It's really a two-five boy!

Seeing Huai Shi's heart, he was furious: This is exposed, right? If you bastard don't have a ghost in your heart, how can you be so defensive of me!

Even if you dodge, you don't have a chance, and even if you dodge the two crossbow arrows in the back, you can't dodge the first shot at all. It passed directly through the chest, leaving a burning scorch mark.

Yin Yan rolled on the ground, screamed in pain, and disappeared without a trace. Then Huai Shi saw that there was a charred scar suspended in mid-air, rushing straight towards him.

Then, the tragic scene just now happened.

It's a hanging.

Even if it weren't for the skills and experience in Van Helsing's memory, Huai Shi was beaten back to its original form, and he could still easily put this thing in eighty-one tricks.

"Then again, why did you cut him down?" asked Huai Shi in hindsight.

"Because he has a demon in him. ”

Ai Qing sneered: "Regardless of the flaws in other words, my younger brother, if he has any good things since he was a child, he will definitely hide them to death...... Where is the reason to share it?"

"What if it's a mistake?"

"That's the wrong cut. Ai Qing said coldly: "Anyway, we always have to kill him, it's just a little bit in advance, and we won't lose if we can get the crew list." ”

Wow! You tactics are so dirty!

Huai Shi sighed in her heart, and she was even more ruthless, and after an axe was slashed, her left hand pulled out a short knife from her waist and swept forward. The gloom rolled in embarrassment, and rushed into the hallway.

"Fuck, when are you going to see!"

With the scream of Yin Yan, in the silent corridor, there was a sudden hoarse murmur and roar in the quiet rooms on both sides, and dozens of wolf-like runaways pounced from behind the fragile door panel and rushed towards Huaishi!

"I offended the witcher and wanted to run!"

Huai Shi raised his hand, and there were three crossbow arrows, and he didn't know if he had been shot, but a wolf-turning person had already rushed to his face.

"Get out of here!"

The axe fell, smashing a dog's head, and Huai Shi flew up with a kick, kicking the still alive ghost to the side, and then another runaway person pounced.

In an instant, the corridor was blackened with human heads.

All opponents!

"Suffer death!"

Huai Shi held a knife in his left hand and an axe in his right hand, roared angrily, and then ...... Turn around and run.