One pound of meat equals one attribute point

Henos' eyes were stern, and with unprecedented murderous intent, he swooped down to kill like a seraph bringing judgment.

Golden sparks exploded on the ground, streams of light crisscrossed the ground, and while platinum hair was flying, Henos violently blasted forward with a straight fist.

The warrior wearing the Crown of Slaughter raised his hand to block.

But before he could react, his body flew out.

The golden stream of light poured into his chest like a piranha in the Amazon River, and gnawed away all the internal organs in one breath.

After waiting for some time.

The warrior fell heavily to the ground, leaving only an immobile body.

The other two burly, sword-wielding veterans in black armor, one on the left and one on the right, assumed a judgment posture and staggered forward to kill. The sharp blade shed a dark cold light, and the point of impact was Henos's slender neck. Before the sharp slash fell, Henos already felt like his hair was standing on end.

Even though she is in a bad state now.

But the foundation of the descendant is still there, and the physical body is much harder and stronger than gold and stone.

But each of these veterans can pose a threat to her. Those huge and cruel beheading swords also come with the blessing of the Immortal Sky. Henos must stay vigilant.

She took a deep breath, golden flames burst out from her pupils, and she tried her best to mobilize every bit of power.

It was full of arrogance, like a pure white angel spreading its wings.

Bang!

She spread her hands outward.

The big hand formed by the spirit stretched across the sky and firmly grasped the helmets of the two veterans.

Henos then pulled hard, and huge strength burst out from all over his body.

The two veterans staggered and lost their balance. Their crowned heads collided hard with each other, making a crisp sound like a crushed egg. Hot blood spurted out from the broken chest cavity, which was more than ten meters high. .

"Get out of my way!"

Henos roared again and punched the ground hard.

A translucent shock wave suddenly spread outward and exploded with a golden energy tide.

The dozen or so veterans who were surrounded were pushed away by this terrifying force and fell to the ground in a staggered state. They were a little surprised at the power contained in the girl's body.

At this time, he kept looking up and down, looking for weaknesses in his prey.

But he did not continue to attack rashly.

Henos took a deep breath to relieve the fatigue caused by the intense explosion.

Fiery red beams of light fell one after another, and huge rumbling explosions came from all directions. The scorching wind mixed with the debris after the city was burned, slapped heavily on the face.

The end has arrived.

Henos took a step back and stood in front of his brother, "Are you okay?"

"Yes." Indra's body was charred, and he slowly stood up holding his injured arm, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Next, I will lead you to break out of the siege. Once you leave the siege, you don't need to worry about me anymore. Find the patriarch and tell him what is happening here."

Henos instructed.

She lowered her body like a cheetah and stared in front of her.

Those extremely ferocious black-armored butchers spontaneously spread out to both sides, and a ceremonial corridor appeared between them.

Burnt smoke rose from the dry land, and in the distorted light, a tall and dark figure was walking forward slowly. His body was extremely strong and he was covered in thick snake scale armor. So much so that when looking at it, Henos felt like there was a huge fortress walking forward, and the feeling of oppression was unparalleled.

As he walked closer, the smoke on the battlefield dispersed slightly.

A ferocious face with a black dragon tattoo appeared in Henos's trembling pupils.

Even though it was just their first meeting, she knew what the tattoo meant.

The man in front of him is the commander of the Dark Legion, the greatest traitor in the history of the human race, and one of the chief culprits of the destruction of the Federation - Tagadon.

Tagadon walked closer and stopped more than ten meters away, ignoring the murderous intent on Henos' body.

He looked at the girl for a moment, and finally showed a look of amazement, "I didn't expect that such a theoretical attempt would actually be created by my senior brother. And it was still in such a simple environment. It's incredible. I think He must have put a lot of thought into this matter.”

"It would be a pity if I killed you like this."

Tagadon took off the armor with the giant claws on his right hand, handed it to a veteran beside him, then stretched out his hand forward, making an invitation, "This world is about to end, join us, you will have more In the bright future, I will train you to be an outstanding warrior."

"You're dreaming!" Henos replied simply and neatly, his eyes staring at Tagadon's throat.

"Tsk, tsk." Tagadon sighed softly, "I knew it was like this."

He raised his hand and pressed it down, "Let's do it."

The moment Tagadon issued the order, Henos' vigilance had been raised to the extreme.

But what surprised her was that after receiving the order, those veterans of the war did not make any move, but just looked at her with pity and expectation.

What's going on?

Henos had no time to think too much, because the culprit was right in front of him.

As long as he pierces his throat with the spear in his hand, there may be hope to end the disaster in front of him.

Her muscles were tense, like springs full of power, ready to explode, but suddenly a feeling of weakness came from her abdomen. Henos's body had already flown forward, with a bit of confusion on his face, like a wild goose shot down by a hunting rifle, dragging a long bloody arc in the air.

She looked back with the corner of her eyes.

Indra's face was a little apologetic, but his palms were already stained red with blood.

Bang!

Henos didn't even have time to feel confused.

Then the next moment, a surge of power came from Tagadon.

The latter's momentum stopped immediately, and he knelt on his knees. The ground that had been burned into glass by the fire actually exploded into two pits, and a crisp sound came from the girl's knees. Henos struggled to look up and met Tagadon's smiling face. The two veterans swung the giant swords in their hands and shook them skillfully.

One of them stabbed the girl's heart with a sharp blade, and the broad bronze blade almost cut Henos in half.

The other veteran cut off the girl's head, and blood spurted out from the broken chest, some of which splashed on Tagadon's face.

The latter licked it with his tongue.

The slightly sweet smell of rust lingered between his lips and tongue.

Just like tasting a mellow wine, Tagadon showed a look of aftertaste on his face.

"Well done."

He said to Indra who was walking in front of him.

Indra's eyes fell on Henos, with a blank look on his face, and after a while, it turned into a relieved pleasure. He was jealous that his sister had taken away the grace that should have belonged to him, but he would never do that again. No matter how outstanding the creation was, everything was over after death.

The former angel was now just a piece of meat cut into three pieces.

Indra stepped carefully over the pool of Henos' blood, as if it was a pool of mud mixed with animal feces.

"Don't forget what you promised me." Indra raised his head and looked into Tagadon's eyes.

Tagadon had fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and now he narrowed his eyes with a smile on his lips, "Of course, I always keep my promises. We are completing a great cause. When this is over, the glory that should be given to you will not be reduced by a single cent."

He reached out and patted Indra's shoulder.

Then he reached forward and the two held each other tightly, with their palms full of Henos' sticky blood.

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Western Continent, Holy Mountain.

The patriarch stood in the empty garden with a cane in his hand.

Through the open door, you can see a red sky outside, and from time to time huge meteorites dragged long flames from the sky. The vibrations continued, the ground was slightly undulating, the air was filled with lingering gunpowder smoke, and faint screams lingered in the ears.

The patriarch sighed softly, and his cane hit the light brown stone slab beside the garden. Two fully armed guards were half-kneeling in front of him.

Like a child who had made a mistake, his broad body kept shaking.

The patriarch's pupils were deeply sunken, and his face was exhausted as never before. He had always been a fighter who would not give up, but now he seemed to have finally been defeated.

"Where is Henos?" After a period of silence, the chief asked repeatedly, "Where is my daughter?"

The guard's voice was already crying, "I... we don't know either. We saw His Highness reading in the garden before, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared out of thin air. Forgive us, Chief Patriarch, we really don't know what happened."

"Really?"

The chief nodded gently, "She can leave without knowing it, only if she wants to do so."

"In that case, it's none of your business." The chief waved his hand gently.

The two guards immediately showed a relieved expression on their faces, "Thank you, Chief Elder!"

They forgave him.

They slowly stood up from the ground, bowed and retreated.

Not long after the two guards left, the descender Vayu with green hair hurriedly ran in from the corridor outside.

"Grand Patriarch!" He said anxiously, "I just received a message from the Dark Legion. They hope to invite you to meet them."

"What else?"

Fayou hesitated for a moment before speaking, "They also said that Henos's sister is in their hands. I hope you will consider their request carefully."

"How is this possible? They must have lied to you."

As one of the most trusted descendants, Fayou knew the special nature of Henos's physique.

Even if the characteristics of the soulless are put aside, Henos's strength is the strongest among the second-generation adventers.

It is not surprising that Fayou made such a judgment.

But the Grand Patriarch knew that this matter was not that simple. Tagaton was a dangerous person, but he always kept his promises, so he could still gather such a powerful force after the fall of the Federation. Since he said so, he must have some confidence. And apart from this result, the Grand Patriarch could not think of any other possibilities.

He nodded gently, "I know."

Vayou seemed to have heard something from the chieftain, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. "Clan leader, you don't really want to go to the meeting, do you? You absolutely can't do this. This is obviously a trap. The monster Tagadon is too dangerous. We should leave this planet as soon as possible while we still have a chance. Maybe we can still fight our way out."

The chieftain looked at him calmly. Although his body was old and hunched, and his face was full of fatigue, his eyes were still as majestic as a mountain.

Vayou seemed to be strangled by the throat, and his straight head slowly drooped.

"Henos is not only the offspring I created, but also a hope. If she is not here, it will be meaningless even if we return to the mother planet."

"You should understand this." The chieftain said calmly.

"Yes..."

Vayou's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat.

"Go, be ready for battle." The chieftain waved his hand and watched Vayou leave.

Then his body dissipated like a phantom, and when he reappeared, the patriarch had crossed mountains and rivers and came to a captured fortress monastery. Although it was a captured area, there was no trace of war on the towering walls. Obviously, after the arrival of the Dark Army, the soldiers in the fortress gave up resistance.

Even worse.

Before the real war began, these people had colluded with the Dark Army.

Although such a thing was not beyond the expectations of the patriarch, when the reality was laid out nakedly in front of him, his heart was still full of bitterness.

The patriarch adjusted his collar, and then walked towards the depths of the monastery with an expressionless face.

Several veterans of ten thousand battles were waiting in front of the temple deep in the monastery.

Each of these veterans was unruly and had an innate brutality, but they were very cautious in front of the patriarch. The higher the level of cultivation, the sharper the mental power, and the more intuitive the intuition brought by hundreds of battles, the more they can sense the endless power like a blazing star in the old body of the great patriarch.

"The great commander has already set up a banquet inside, please." The warrior wearing the crown of slaughter walked forward, and the door behind him slowly opened.

The great patriarch took a deep breath.

Then without any hesitation, he stepped into the palace in front of him.

The cold darkness, like a substance, immediately enveloped his body.

Bang bang bang!

With a series of muffled sounds.

A burst of flames exploded on the pillars on both sides, and candles as thick as an adult's arm were lit, and the swaying flames dispelled the darkness. At the end of the long table sat a warrior in ordinary clothes, and on the long table in front of the warrior were neatly decorated dishes, with a familiar fragrance faintly emitting from them.