"Where did you come from?" said the young woman, frowning, dissatisfied. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But the man who suddenly appeared did not answer his question, and still asked: "You say, if you don't do it well, or don't do it for you, what are you going to do with the Michelin Institute?"

"Then there is no need for this academy to exist!" the young man spread his hands, his tone relaxed, and he seemed to be unconcerned about the man's questioning.

"That's right......" the man laughed suddenly, "Then I don't think you need to exist!"

What do you mean? Threaten me?

The young man was about to sneer at him, but the Venerable-level powerhouse next to him suddenly blocked in front of him: "Be careful!"

Be careful? Be careful? What do you dare to do with the miscellaneous fish?

The young man was about to ask a rhetorical question, only to see the figure of the Venerable-level powerhouse for a moment, and then a thin red line appeared from the top of his forehead to the lower yin!

Immediately afterward, his body split into two pieces and fell to the left and right, until he fell to the ground, when blood gushed out of his wounds and stained a large area of ground below.

When did he make a move? How could Root not be able to block a single blow? He was a Venerable-level powerhouse!

The young man looked panicked, and he stepped back again and again, and the other guards behind him also surrounded him, surrounded him in the middle, and then all looked at the sudden man with a wary face.

"Who is Your Excellency, and why did you attack us?" a middle-aged man in the guard stepped forward and said loudly, "We are the temple guards of the Temple of Artemis in the Sanctuary of Athens! Your Excellency killed our chief guard! Are you not afraid of offending us?"

"What if you offend?" said the man opposite, laughing.

"Your Excellency is a Martial Saint-level powerhouse?" The middle-aged guard looked at the sweat on his forehead: "I think, there must be some misunderstanding between us! We just invited a few people from the Michelin Academy to help cook the food, and we didn't mean to hurt them!" Leon He was just a little open-mouthed, and he said the wrong thing, you have a lot of them, for the sake of Lord Artemis......

"Yes, you can't kill me! My master is Artemis, the god of the moon! My father is Poseidon the Emperor of the Sea!" Finally, feeling some pressure, the young man shouted: "You can't kill me! I didn't hurt anyone from the Michelin Academy!" You can't kill me! My master, my father is in the city! He will come at any time!"

"Huh. The man chuckled lightly twice, then took a step forward: "How much is Artemis's face worth? Poseidon is worth a few dollars? How much is your face in the Sanctuary of Athens worth!"

Another step out, and the team of guards on the opposite side invariably took a step back.

"You're all going to die here today!" the man said, waving his hand slightly.

The breeze swept the earth as if nothing had happened, and as if nothing had happened.

The bodies of the dozen or so guards were all stunned, and then, as if they had been slashed by countless sharp knives, turned into countless pieces of flesh, and spilled all over the ground, leaving only the young man in the middle of them standing in a pool of blood.

Looking at the hellish scene in front of him, the young man could no longer support it, and as soon as his feet were weak, he sat down on the ground, and his crotch was full of fishy stench.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me......" The young man had tears streaming down his face, begging for mercy while hiding behind in a pool of blood.

The man didn't make a move, just watched his dying struggle, and then turned his head to the group who had already looked at the Michelin Academy next to him: "Master Lubçon, take them in, the morale below is not suitable for children!"

Without hesitation, Master Lubson led the students into the tent.

The man waved his hand again, and the young man, who didn't care about forgiveness, flew up in the air, floating in mid-air, unable to move a trace no matter how much he struggled with his hands and feet.

Then there was another wave of his hand, and a thin knife shone brightly, and the young man screamed, and a small piece of flesh with cloth flew out of his left arm.

Another wave of his hand, another flash of the knife, and a piece of flesh flew out.

......

After waving his hand more than a dozen times, the man looked at the stunned crowd next to him: "You said that people were kind enough to cook something for you to eat, but they were bullied, and no one came up to help, do you think this is the responsibility that a warrior should have?"

In the face of the man's might, all the people in the long line trembled, and none of them dared to speak.

"Okay, don't try to escape!" the man's voice was a little stern: "You only have two choices! One is to die! The other is to come up and stab this friend in the Athenian Sanctuary." Take your pick!"

The crowd stirred for a moment, but no one made a sound, and no one stepped forward.

A person sneakily wants to escape under the cover of the crowd, but he ...... After the man waved his hand, he saved more lumps of meat from the low mountain.

Seeing that no one dared to run away and no one dared to speak out, the man pointed directly at one of them: "You, which one to choose?"

As he spoke, a knife appeared out of thin air in the man's hand and was thrown at his feet.

"I ......" The guy looked at the crowd next to him, then at the man, and at the young man who kept screaming, but he didn't move.

"If you don't make a choice, you want to die. After waiting for two or three seconds, the man waved his hand again, and the hesitant guy turned into a piece of flesh all over the ground.

"Next, you, what do you choose?" the man pointed to another man.

Without a moment's hesitation, the guy picked up the knife on the ground at once, rushed straight at the howling young man, and slashed at his forearm.

"Okay, you're good to go!" the man waved his hand expressionlessly.

The guy didn't dare to stop any longer, just threw down the knife and ran away without a trace.

"Next!" the man pointed to another person.

Obviously, if you don't do it now, you will die immediately, and if you do it now, you will definitely be retaliated against by the Athenian Sanctuary, and it is very likely that you will also die.

Under the pressure of death, everyone's brains spun fast, and they all made rational choices, after all, "you may die later" is countless times better than "you will definitely die now".

Knife after knife, at first, everyone chose the limbs and other uncomfortable places, but after that, only bones were left in the limbs, and the only last resort was to use the knife on the body.

The screams of the young people also became weaker and weaker, and after twenty or so people, they became weak, after thirty or so they became weak and inaudible, and after forty or so people, they were lifeless.

He lost his life before he could hold out to fifty people, but this "ritual" still did not stop, and everyone was forced to step forward and stab one at a time.

......

In the middle of the day, several figures flew from the distance of Vatican City, and it was obvious that they were people from the Athens Sanctuary who had rushed to the Sanctuary after hearing the news.

But the man was not afraid at all, his face was as usual, and he just sighed lightly: "It's really slow enough." ”