Apocalyptic Forecast

Chapter 141 E-Sports, Food Is the Original Sin

Chapter 141 E-sports, food is the original sin

"Yeah, isn't this a conversation between a homeless wild dog and another homeless wild dog?"

Kosche finally raised his eyes and stared at the young man in front of him with cloudy pupils: "Don't I just have awe of your previous title? Even if you only held it briefly for less than two days! You I still get the courtesy that a pharaoh deserves here.

Or should I give more to a priest who has lost his favor! "

The hoarse voice was full of wind and thunder, which was the wrath of immortals, shapeshifters, and demon kings: "If you want to gain my respect, maybe you shouldn't refuse the snake sacrifice!

Before you get kicked out of that unheated chair, you should die with honor, not live like a wild dog! "

Amonomesses' expression was distorted.

It was as if there were countless worms crawling underneath, obviously such a beautiful face, but at the moment it was ferociously like a ghost, gritted its teeth, and squeezed out a sound from between the teeth.

"Oh Koscher, you really break my heart."

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

"To 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 anymore, Amonmesses.

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

In the silence, neither of them spoke.

Only the sound of wailing from afar.

After a long time, Amonmeses' expression finally calmed down.

"very good."

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

He turned and left, the orange cat gave Kosche a cold look, and disappeared into the corridor with him.

Silence returned to the shattered dining room.

Amidst the wailing and screams from afar, the lonely old man stared at the empty soup bowl on the table, and the only remaining soup spoon among the countless wealth.

"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 honor in the world belongs to you...at least the honor of Egypt belongs to you.

Your glory and greatness are proclaimed everywhere in the vast land of Africa.

In front of you, everyone bowed their heads, licked your toes in awe, and experienced the greatness of God's power and grace.

Until one day, suddenly a slut, a bitch got the favor of those capricious gods, and this favor was even more than you got.

Then you lose power, you lose honor, you lose strength and everything.

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

fall into the dust.

Banished from the land and realm that once proclaimed your greatness, wandering in the muck and dust, forced to share a room with stinking pariahs.

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

These are sacrifices, small sacrifices that need to be made in order to achieve the goal and to be great again.

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

But now, those untouchables actually ask you to "help each other" with them?

Even asking for 'respect' from you?

"Respect? Respect? Respect?"

Amomeses was walking in the blood-stained corridor, talking to himself, with a hideous expression or a mocking expression: "An old ghost who is about to die of old age, dare to mention this word to me? How dare..."

The out-of-control wolf-turner roared, rushed forward, and then fell apart under the sharp claws of the Sphinx.

Finally, it was swallowed into the stomach.

Chewed it into pieces, tasted it, and spat it out on the ground in disgust.

"Meow..." The orange cat, which had already lost its wits, turned its head and uttered a sad voice to the Pharaoh.

Amonmeses was stunned for a moment, and his expression became more and more distorted immediately - his guard, his mount, and his symbiote were reduced to the point where he wanted to devour such a ghost.

as same as him.

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

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

"Meow!"

The Sphinx yelled, half understanding.

Amonomesses pursed his lips, continued forward, and returned to his cabin.

As a noble pharaoh, even the white crown king will give preferential treatment, such as this gorgeous guest room, which is different from the narrow warehouses of other pariahs, with a wide bed and a wine cabinet with soft lights.

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

"respect……"

Still obsessed with the humiliation he had suffered, Amonomesses drank the absinthe-soaked wine, put the cup back in place roughly, and sat on the chair.

"One day, Koscher, one day..." he murmured hoarsely, "You and that bitch of yours will understand what respect is."

"I don't think you'll ever see that day."

There was a hoarse voice.

Amomesis suddenly raised his head, looked in the direction of the sound, and saw the figure pushing the door.

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

The wine liquid fell from the corner of the mouth or the hole in the abdomen, mixed with the rancid liquid, and dripped on the soft carpet, smearing a large gray trace.

"Bold!"

Amomeses' eyes widened. Without his order, the Sphinx jumped up and tore the fanatics who dared to offend the Pharaoh's bedroom into pieces with his mouth open.

Broken limbs fell to the ground, and maggots surged in the already decayed flesh and blood.

But then, the Sphinx's expression changed.

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

In the sound of chewing from the stomach sac.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch...

Enduring severe pain, the crazy giant rolled violently, turning the entire gorgeous room into a mess. But after a while, it stopped moving.

Only the skin on the abdomen slowly bulges.

Torn from the inside out.

A ferocious face that had been corroded out of the skull was revealed.

"This head... can't be used anymore..."

That ferocious face grinned grinningly at the Pharaoh, and on his chest, a big mouth slowly opened, greedily gnawing at the limbs of the Sphinx, inch by inch, even with thin divinity His blood corroded his body and hissed.

Enjoy your meal and enjoy your dinner.

He groaned hoarsely in the severe pain, and swallowed in pleasure.

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

"What the hell is this..."

At that moment, Amonomesses groaned in despair.

Yin Yan, twenty years old, a trainee examiner of the Astronomical Association.

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

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

Anyway, the only thing Huai Shi knows is that he really looks like a dish when fighting... What's the matter?

In short, the food is right!

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

Huai Shi flew up, kicked the knife in his hand away, and then swung the ax to strike at his head. In an instant, the flesh and blood were separated, and Yin Yan's arm flew into the air.

Two seconds before, when Ai Qing gave the order, Huai Shi, who had been prepared for a long time, launched a backstab.

Don't ask why.

The question is twenty-five.

Raising the hand is a triple-mounted magic-breaking crossbow.

At such a short distance, within ten steps, the silver crossbow arrows would arrive instantly, but Yin Yan was able to react by dodging...

He turned out to be really a 25-year-old boy!

Seeing this, Huai Shi was furious: Is it exposed now? If you have no ghosts in your heart, you bastard, how could you be so wary of me!

Even if you dodge, there is no chance. Even if you dodge the two rear crossbow arrows, you will not be able to dodge the front one at all. It passed through the chest directly, leaving a burning scorched mark.

Yin Yan rolled over on the ground, screamed in pain, and disappeared without a trace. Then Huai Shi saw a scorched scar floating in mid-air, rushing straight towards her.

Then, the tragic scene just happened.

It's just a slap.

Even without relying on the skills and experience in Fan Helsing's memory, Huai Shi was beaten back to her original shape, and she could still easily put this thing into eighty-one tricks.

"Speaking of which, why did you kill him?" Huai Shi asked belatedly.

"Because he has ghosts in his heart."

Ai Qing sneered: "Leaving aside the flaws in other words, my younger brother, since childhood, has any good things, which he absolutely hides... How can there be any reason to share them?"

"What if I make a mistake?"

"Then it's a mistake." Ai Qing said coldly: "Anyway, he's always going to be hacked to death. It's nothing more than a little bit in advance. We can get the crew list at a loss."

Alas! You guys who play tactics are so dirty!

Huai Shi felt emotional in her heart, and her attack became even more ruthless. After swung down with the axe, her left hand pulled out a short knife from her waist, and swept forward. Yin Yan writhed in embarrassment, tumbling and crawling towards the corridor.

"Damn it, when will you see it!"

Following the screams of Yin Yan, in the silent corridor, hoarse murmurs and growls suddenly sounded from the quiet rooms on both sides. Dozens of wolf-like out-of-control people rushed out from behind the fragile door panel and rushed towards Huai Shi !

"I want to run after offending the witcher!"

Huai Shi raised her hand, and fired three more crossbow arrows. She didn't know if they hit the target, but a wolf-turned man rushed toward her.

"Go away!"

The ax fell, smashing a dog's head into pieces, Huai Shi kicked the kick that was still alive and kicking to the side, and then another out-of-control person rushed up.

In an instant, the corridor was filled with black heads.

All opponents!

"Die!"

Huai Shi held a knife in her left hand and an ax in her right hand, let out an angry roar, and then... turned around and ran away.

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