On the dilapidated dragon chair, the emperor with his own incomparable dignity stroked his palm and laughed loudly, "Dian Keqing, can it be recorded?" This beautiful scenery, I will inevitably let everyone enjoy it in the court! ”

A terrible smile appeared on the pawn's withered face, and he bowed, "Of course, Your Majesty. With such a beautiful scenery, if the old slave dares to miss the record, he will be killed and die again to apologize! ”

The Dead Emperor stroked his palm, "Miaoye, such a happy thing should be rewarded." ”

The celebrants smiled gently, looking at the slightly panting Furlong in the audience, and his smile was full of satisfaction. But the mad lady in his arms couldn't help but be a little bored and yawned, and this scene did not attract his interest.

The peep was looking at the disappearance of the ace of spades, and suddenly, he exclaimed, "Get out of the way!" ”

At the moment when he spoke, the face of the celebrant changed, and in a flash, he moved to Fran, stretched out his thick right hand, and grasped a streamer in his hand!

The sound of intense chewing sounded, and countless incantations appeared in the hands of the feasters like hungry things, layered on top of that streamer, but as time passed, those incantations that made people feel dizzy at just a glance were eroded by the streamer, and continued to dissipate into pieces of broken light! At this time, that streamer even showed signs of breaking through the confinement of the palm of the celebrator!

The celebrator's face was gloomy, ignoring the suppression of the bubble defense, the esoteric spell itself appeared, and he forcibly tore a spatial rift in the Orin plane under the protection of the bubble defense, and on the other side of the rift, a wriggling black shadow let out a muffled whisper!

The closest to the rift was that Fran felt a summoning from the depths of his soul coming from the indescribable monster, it was ......

Feaster!

Even though the avatar of the celebrant in front of him had tried to restrain the pollution of his real body as much as possible, there were still some vulnerable guests who were attracted by the maddening summons, and their faces were fanatical, and they rushed from the short table to throw their fragile bodies into the mouth of that terrible monster!

Feed on your body and fill that ...... That one...... God!

Entrance! Entrance!

It's all food!

This is glory! This is glory!

Able to eat God with humble beings!

It can turn the ugly flesh into a meal for the gods!

Fran's face changed, is this the majesty of the gods?

At this time, he thought back to the ridiculous giant rat, and realized that his so-called god-killing was just a joke of a three-year-old child. Without his intervention, the waiters pretending to be waiters had already locked the crazy guests to their seats with layers of incantations.

The standard smile of service had long since been removed from their faces, and was replaced by a look of ecstasy, and they were unwilling to waste a minute of their time to deal with the ordinary people who were in the way in the most brutal but convenient way, and then stared intently at the place where the feasters were, completely ignoring the blood that was oozing from the corners of their eyes.

Morgan swallowed, looked at Mosin, who was also unusually conscious, and wisely decided not to ask why he was okay for the time being.

At this time, he was quite entangled in one thing, the Red Silk Pavilion should be located in the Orin plane at this time, as the director of the Orin Heresy Inquisition, should he report these things to the back?

Suddenly, his shoulder was pressed against the palm of Moxiso's hand, and the vampire had taken off his mask at some point, and he whispered, "Look at it quietly, this is a wonderful scene that ordinary people may not necessarily see in their lifetime, the real body of the feaster, the real god." ”

He was a little obsessed with the wriggling black shadow, and he told the shock and honor in his heart in an obsessive tone like a mountain and a sea!! "This is the real god, if it weren't for the deliberate control of his own coercion, just the moment he appeared, all ordinary people in Orin would turn into beasts that only knew how to eat each other with hunger!"

Mosin looked at the monster that could not be accurately described in words, and shook his head in vain, thinking of the speculation that Manha's mouth had said.

Mortal......

After all, it's too weak.

At this time, Morgan once recalled the fear of seeing the true god of the voyeur, he only felt paralyzed, and looked at everything in the field with rapid breathing, and let out a dry roar, "This is ...... God......"

Just behind Fran, Mo Lin has been listening to Fran's words, even though it was already so lively outside, she didn't open her eyes, and her brother Poson was not so lucky......

As a mortal person, even if he was deliberately avoided by the feasters, he inevitably had some strange thoughts in his heart, wanting to fly away, enter the mouth of that black shadow, and turn into a pool of blood!

But Fran glanced back at him, and for no reason let that urge dissipate like summer ice and snow.

Poson clutched his chest, slowly retracted the steps he had taken, and sat down in his position suddenly, breathing heavily. Sweat fell from his low head on the short table, and in the face of those delicate and delicious foods, Poson had long since lost any thoughts of eating, or the mere thought of eating made him a little frightened.

Fortunately, this sudden change did not take too long, and the streamer gradually lost after the appearance of the true god of the feaster. The spatial crack gradually closed, and everyone in the field at this time was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

However, just after the spatial rift was completely closed!

There was an unusual noise, a hysterical voice, a mixture of ecstasy and greed, a mixture of regret and triumph! It's the crisp sound of cards colliding with each other!

A pair of wings suddenly appeared in front of the avatar of the celebrator, it was a pair of extremely luxurious wings, but above the wings, hanging one after another corpses that had been drained of all nutrients!

The wings opened slightly, and a terrifying body formed by the convergence of countless greedy thoughts emerged, and its dense and tight compound eyes stared at the streamer in the hands of the celebrants!

Different from the purple spell of the Feaster, a completely different golden distorted spell appeared, and the streamer that had been steadily controlled by the Feaster actually broke free from the Feaster's restraints with the help of that spell, and rushed into Fran's body at an extremely fast speed!

The giant butterfly, or rather, the Greedy Butterfly, realized that its purpose had been achieved, and it was a dodge, ready to evacuate.

But how could the Dead Emperor, who had already made a move but was a little slower, let him get his wish?

The Dead Emperor snorted coldly, the tattered and decaying heirloom jade seal emerged from the void, and pressed on the body of the giant butterfly, the face of the celebrant was gloomy, and the spell in his hand appeared, obviously preparing to cooperate with the Dead Emperor to give this demigod with ulterior motives a heavy blow, at this time, his purple eyes were full of anger, after he really made a move, he could still let such a streamer of unknown origin and unknown effect hit Fran's body, what a humiliation is this?

But......

Someone is faster than him.

A dull voice rang out, it was ......

Cut!

The celebrant didn't stop moving, but a vertical eye opened on the back of his head, staring at Fran tightly!

Fran held the table beside Mo Lin, his right hand trembling and holding it down, his eyebrows full of anger that he had never seen before! The divinity in his soul was unreservedly withdrawn by him, forming bullet after bullet in the reduction of the revolver! Those amethyst-like bullets were no longer wisps of white inside, and the center of them had been occupied by the kind of white that seemed to melt everything!

The bullet that had been fired earlier had made a small wound on Greed Butterfly's body, but it was enough for the bullet to merge into Greed Butterfly!

A mournful cry that shook the eardrums sounded, it was the cry of a demigod!

The shriveled corpses hanging from their wings clung to their emaciated faces wailed, but their wails could not stop anything from coming!

Bang!

Another shot!

Unfortunately, due to the heavy weakness of the soul being drained, even the near-lack of recoil caused Fran's right hand to tremble, and the bullet aimed at the two terrifying compound eyes was deflected, piercing a wailing skull, and burrowing into the massive wings of the greedy butterfly.

Zhaowen, who represented the majesty of the emperor, emerged from the void, and the huge body of the greedy butterfly, which was already close to breaking free, was once again forcibly pressed to the ground!

Pity!

The young and handsome face of the Dead Emperor was full of regret and chagrin!

Pity! Hateful!

Why is it that he is only coming here at this time?

Just a slight use of power has already overwhelmed this avatar!

The old face of the pawn showed a resolute look, completely letting go of his soul defense, and standing quietly by the side of the Dead Emperor. At this time, there was already a tacit understanding among the two monarchs and ministers, if the feasters could not give the greedy butterfly a hard blow, then the two of them would not mind using the soul origin of the pawn and the incarnation of the dead emperor to give the annoying butterfly a painful memory!

The voyeur stands up straight, his eyes flashing with a strange light, he can't make a move, his power allows him to not show any willingness to take sides, he can communicate with anyone or god, he can be kind to anyone, he can hate anyone or god! But He alone could not do anything against anyone or God!

This is the shackles that power has imposed on Him!

And the Mad Lady had already exercised his power, and he had been with the feaster for a long time, and he had already known what was about to happen in this world, and a huge secret ritual had already been laid down by him at the beginning of the feast of bliss.

Superior Secret Rite: Veil!

This simplely named ritual has only one function, and that is isolation!

If it weren't for the fact that he had personally controlled the ritual with the power of the gods the moment the mutation occurred, then he would not have waited for the true body of the feaster to leave and the greedy butterfly to appear.

This place has long been enveloped by the weight of bubble defense!