On the other side, Central Park, sewers.

A bright red giant egg larger than a truck kept beating, and a black shadow inside the egg kept roaring, hitting the egg wall of the giant egg, as if it would break out in the next second.

In front of the egg stood two people dressed in black, whose faces could not be seen. Not far away, there were many people dressed in the same clothes as them, constantly coming in and out, busy.

The person on the left reached out and touched the giant egg, and asked the person next to him in a sharp and hoarse tone:

"How long will it take to get ripe?"

The man in black beside him dissipated the magic that covered his face, revealing compound eyes like flies, looked at the giant egg seriously, and then dipped some mucus on the giant egg with his hand, put it in his mouth and tasted it carefully, shook his head and replied:

"It's still early, time is far from enough, the quality of the flesh and soul of those sinners you sent is too poor."

When the man in black on the left heard these somewhat reproachful words, he directly took off his hood, glared at the compound man with six pairs of eyes, and asked directly:

"It's not that you've been negotiating with that sinner's bullshit president, and what kind of cooperation are you talking about, only arresting the homeless and drug addicts they have flagged, how can the quality of this garbage be good? You're still beating me up now? ”

The compound-eyed man didn't pay attention to what the six-eyed woman said, but maintained his attitude: I want to negotiate with me, and you will bring me the people, and I will not make a big deal and affect the plan of the gods, and you will also handle the matter for me.

Just when the two were at a stalemate, a bird-headed man in a gorgeous robe slowly walked from the depths of the sewer, and the two hurriedly knelt on the ground respectfully, shouting together:

"I've seen the Divine Messenger!"

The bird-headed man casually raised his sleeve, and a breeze blew in the sewer to help the two of them up.

Then it sat directly in the void, with a breeze supporting its body under it, and it first bowed to the god of defilement, and asked:

"God above, how have you done all the things that have been arranged lately? Flies, you speak first. ”

The six-eyed woman glanced at the compound-eyed man with a little jealousy.

The fly did not dare to neglect the divine envoy in front of him, so he hurriedly bowed once and replied:

"God, your Blood Beast has had a good appetite lately, and I think it will be a great help to you when it emerges.

The priests everywhere have basically hidden their identities and begun to set up the nodes of the magic circle, just waiting for your order, so that this country of the guilty people will be forever shrouded in the divine power of the gods. ”

You're really good at picking good things to say. The six-eyed woman couldn't help but complain after hearing the report of the fly.

There was nothing wrong with what Fly Cang said, except that he didn't say anything.

"Very well, Twelve Mosquitoes, what about you? I remember that your mission was to find blood food for the Blood Beasts, and by the way, to spy on the priests everywhere, right? How's it going? ”

Listening to the indifferent tone of the bird-headed god, the six-eyed woman, that is, the twelve mosquitoes, her heart tightened, she understood that the good words had been said by the flies, and now it was her turn to say these bad things.

She replied stubbornly:

"The gods are above, although the quality of blood food is not very good recently, but the country that cooperates with flies has relaxed the control of * products, and there are obviously a lot more smokers, and the scope of our blood food is also much larger.

But just yesterday, for some reason, there was an accident on the side of the Sibu priest who was highly recommended by the flies, and the eighteenth node was detonated in advance, and the signs of Sibu priest's life disappeared, and we are still ......"

The Twelve Mosquitoes shuddered and reported, her head down, not noticing the increasingly angry expression of the Bird-headed Divine Envoy, nor the slightly raised cuffs of the Divine Envoy.

"Boom!"

The twelve mosquitoes were directly knocked out, and bright red blood spurted out of their mouths, and they almost fell into a coma when they fell to the ground.

The oracle put down his raised hand and cursed in his mouth:

"Useless waste stuff! None of the things given to you can be done! ”

The Twelve Mosquitoes tried to get up from the ground and make amends to the oracle, but after a long struggle failed.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, the Bird-headed Divine Envoy became even more disgusted, it wiped its hands, and said calmly:

"This is the last warning that is not good for you, and the next time you dare to be so useless, I will feed you to the Blood Stained Beast as blood food, which can be regarded as the last bit of help."

As he spoke, the envoy looked at the flies, intentionally or unintentionally.

Fly Cang knew that the divine envoy's attack on the twelve mosquitoes this time was largely done to him, and hurriedly expressed his loyalty:

"God above, don't worry, my lord, we will definitely solve these things and will never distract you again."

After hearing this, the divine envoy did not have the anger before, but nodded with satisfaction, and said:

"That's the best, you still have to think more about the matter of the blood beast, and I'll take a look at the matter over there in Sibu."

After the envoy finished speaking, he patted Fly Cang's shoulder intimately, and the frightened Fly Cang hurriedly wanted to say a few more words to show his loyalty, but found that the messenger had disappeared.

He looked at the twelve mosquitoes who had fallen to the ground and were half dead, sighed rather complicatedly, waved his hand and beckoned his subordinates to take her down to recuperate.

……………………………………………………

Princeton City, library ruins.

An old man on crutches who walked with a tiger looked at the ruins in front of him, felt the familiar atmosphere in them, and asked the workers who were cleaning up the wreckage on the side:

"Young man, what's going on here? How did it come to this? ”

The worker who was working didn't want to deal with this old thing that came out of nowhere, but when he saw a few bills suddenly appearing in the old man's hand, it was still very attractive, so he replied obediently:

"I heard the mayor say that the library was caused by the poison gas outbreak yesterday, and it blew up in the end, and I am a worker, and I don't understand this."

The old man listened to the nonsense of the finisher, but he didn't say anything more, he gave the money to the worker, and walked straight into the ruins.

I don't know what method he used, so he walked in without anyone noticing.

He picked up a stone shard from the middle of the rubble and perforated the breath on it.

Sure enough, not only the lackeys of the Filthy God, but also the breath of our Quiet Church, it seems that my perception yesterday was not wrong, and the Goddess really sent a divine messenger to save His Lamb who was trapped here!

The old man's eyes were filled with tears, and at this moment he seemed to feel that there was a divine light bathing in him, which warmed his heart.

But there is something more important waiting for him than looking for the oracle.

The old man sneered at the bird-headed oracle who was speeding towards Princeton.

It's really a thief's heart that doesn't die, what else can you do when you come to this small city at this time?

Either they knew of his coming, or they came to find clues from the oracle, and no matter what kind of old man would never allow.

He cast his magic directly and rushed in the direction of the Bird-headed Divine Envoy.

Let me teach you a lesson, you filthy mongrel!