One pound of meat equals one attribute point

The door in front of the patriarch slowly opened, and as the firelight along the way lit up, he saw an unusually tall figure sitting on a special bench at the end of the hall. There was a mahogany table in front of him, which was also lit by bright red candlelight, and the well-cooked dishes were placed on silver and gold plates.

Although they haven't seen each other for thousands of years, at a glance, they still see that familiar face.

He took a deep breath.

The originally rickety spine straightened up like a javelin.

The long staff in his hand was also put aside by the patriarch.

He strode forward, came to the long table, and met his junior brother's eyes. The atmosphere was a little solemn for a moment, and the sound of burning candles on the dragon pillar was extremely clear in such an environment. The patriarch's eyes were slightly sharp, and just when he was about to speak, he saw Tagaton in front of him gently put down the long chopsticks in his hand, rolled his Adam's apple, and swallowed the hot meat in his mouth.

"Senior brother, I haven't seen you for a long time. I didn't expect you to have aged so much."

A smile appeared on Tajadon's face, he looked up and down the emaciated body of the patriarch, and then he stretched out his hand and said, "Sit down."

Although Tagadon's attitude can be said to be very polite, the patriarch naturally understands that following the other party's instructions will undoubtedly put him at a disadvantage before the negotiation has even begun.

But now that Henos fell into the hands of the enemy, it was equivalent to having his control in the opponent's hands.

The patriarch has no good solution, he can only take it one step at a time.

He was silent for a while, and then sat down in front of Tagaton.

Seeing that he obediently complied with the instructions, Tajiaton showed a smile on his fierce face. In the red light of the candle, he looked even more malicious. He pointed at the dishes placed on the long table, "I'm really happy to know that senior brother is here. These are some meals I carefully prepared. I hope senior brother likes them. Please."

Naturally, the great patriarch had no intention of tasting any food, but Tagaton spread his arms and sat in front of him with a majestic sword.

The same majesty rises from the mountain-like body.

The patriarch was shrouded like a twisted shadow.

Listening to the explosions, screams, and the roar of the planetary engine coming from outside... the patriarch's originally calm mood gradually began to become a little irritable.

He picked up the long chopsticks at hand and saw thin slices of meat on the tray in front of him. The meat is crystal clear and almost light-transmissive. It looks like the sashimi of some rare fish, but the texture of the muscles on it is a bit weird. The patriarch didn't think much. He raised his hand and gently picked up a piece of it before putting it into his mouth.

Tagadun suddenly said, "It will taste more delicious with soy sauce."

He lightly tapped the table in front of him, and with a scraping sound, a stack of blood-colored soy sauce was pushed in front of the patriarch.

Looking at the slightly puzzled look of the patriarch, Tajadon added, "This kind of delicacy may only be found in the entire galaxy, so it's better not to waste it."

"Do I still need to thank you?" The patriarch snorted coldly.

However, he still followed Tajadon's instructions, lightly dipped the thin slices of meat in the soy sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth.

A satisfied smile appeared on Tajadon's face, "How does it taste?"

"Alright."

"This is not possible." Tagaton shook his head, "You need to be more detailed and specific. Tell me what it smells like."

There was a hint of anger on the patriarch's face, but he still said coldly, "The fat on the outside melts in your mouth, but the muscles inside are very chewy and have almost no fishy smell, so it's pretty good."

"Really?" Tagaton stretched out his hand and pushed, "Then try this again."

A stack of mountain-shaped ice pans appeared in front of the patriarch. On top of the cold ice, there were several pieces of meat blanched in red oil. It looks like some kind of cut off internal organs, which reminds the patriarch of things like tripe and pig intestines. The red oil is slightly smeared outwards, and the ice pan below completely blocks the umami flavor inside. .

The patriarch raised his chopsticks and tasted a small piece, then frowned slightly. This time he just swallowed the food without saying anything about how it tasted.

"I'm not here to eat with you. Tell me, where is Henos?"

The patriarch stared into Tagadon's eyes, "I know what your purpose is. Give me Henos and I will leave this world immediately. Otherwise, we can fight to the death. Even if you win in the end, There will be heavy losses, and all the hard work accumulated over the years will be wasted.”

Facing the threat from the great clan leader, Tagadon shook his head in disappointment. He picked up a few pieces of meat and put them in his mouth, then swallowed them with blood-red wine.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, senior brother, you still have such a bad impression of me." Tagaton put down his wine glass, shook his head slightly, and then laughed out loud.

"Betrayed the sect, killed our teacher, cut off the last hope of human rejuvenation, burned hundreds of colonies over thousands of years, and slaughtered hundreds of millions of people for personal gain. There is no such evil person like you before, you How can I have a good impression of you when such sins are punished by everyone?"

The patriarch's face was cold, and his eyes were as sharp as an unsheathed sword.

Tagadon turned a blind eye to the ferocity revealed in the patriarch's eyes, and just said calmly, "Brother, you are wrong. I do not deny these accusations you made against me, but I do this out of the justice I insist on. If Rules are created for exploitation, so chaos must represent justice.”

"You said that I burned the planet and slaughtered the people for thousands of years after the Federation was destroyed. But why don't you think about who ruthlessly left the people and soldiers of the Federation behind when the war broke out, carrying away the last supplies? Aren’t you the ones who claim to be the last hope of mankind?”

"As for betraying the sect and killing our teacher..."

Tajadon sneered, stretched out his index finger and gently touched the fierce black dragon tattoo on his face, "When he personally sent me to that prison, the friendship between our master and apprentice was completely severed. Revenge is the oldest, purest and most bloody act of justice in the world, and it is the cornerstone of all law and morality.”

"He sent me to hell, and I did the same atrocities to him. It's just that he wasn't as strong as me and couldn't survive that purgatory."

"Is that because you made a mistake? You violated a taboo and tried to integrate the power of immortality into the human bloodline?" the patriarch said.

"mistake!?"

Tagaton burst into laughter, and a wave of frenzied vigor shot out of him.

The bowls and chopsticks on the long table in front of them clinked, the whole hall shook violently, and rapid and heavy footsteps came from all directions. But Tagadun just raised his hand and the footsteps disappeared all together. Tagadun took a deep breath and leaned back on the chair. The expression on his face slowly calmed down, and then he revealed a smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't control my temper just now and made you laugh."

"If you really think I did something wrong, then how did these children you created come to be? I see some shadows of my past achievements in them."

The patriarch was speechless for a moment.

"What's wrong is not that I touched a taboo, but that I came from a humble background. In that era, people were separated by invisible barriers. If you want to take a step forward, you must have been built by the predecessors. Dykes. Of course, the whole world was like that back then, so I don't hate you for that.

After all...if it weren't for you, I would have been burned in the fire instead of being sent to the Mirror Prison. "

"This is what I regret most in my life." The patriarch said.

Tajadon's rough face was shrouded in shadow, and he said slowly, "In this world, the strong enslave the weak, do whatever they want, take away everything from them, and hinder progress. They are the source of ignorance and ignorance, so they Damn it. But the weak clearly know that they are being enslaved but do not resist, living for the petty profits sprinkled between the fingers of those in high positions.

They are not only victims, but they are also accomplices of those evil people. They pass on the suffering from generation to generation, and they deserve to die.

So everything I did was necessary.

I am not the destroyer of human civilization, but the purifier. Let the galaxy burn. When this monstrous fire of karma burns everything away, new hope will be born in the scorched earth. "

As he said these words, Tajadon's voice rose involuntarily, and some ancient and dark aura rose behind him.

The patriarch saw the silk threads tied to his body and shook his head in pain, "You have gone too far in the trial of Changshengtian and have been controlled by those beings. You are just a puppet manipulated by them. You are a pawn used by Changshengtian to corrode the universe. You are self-righteous, pitiful and pathetic, just like when I first met you."

"If you want to gain power, you must pay a price. The important thing is that from beginning to end, I have always acted according to my heart." Tagaton shook his head, disapproving of the patriarch's statement.

"I have no intention of continuing to argue with you. These things are meaningless."

laugh!

With the sharp scraping sound of the seat on the floor.

The patriarch suddenly stood up from his position. He stared into Tagadon's eyes, with a hint of determination in his voice, "Give Henos back to me, and I won't care about what happens next. You can lead your rebels to do whatever you want in this world, otherwise, let's have a battle and let me see how much progress you have made in these thousands of years."

"You are still as proud as before, but this is just right. This kind of battle is interesting, isn't it?" Tagaton said with a smile.

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Looking at the smile on his face, the patriarch suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart, as if something hot had been cut open from his chest and thrown away.

He looked pale and couldn't help but repeat in a low voice, "Henos..."

The smile on Tajadon's face could not be concealed. He disappeared from the bench and appeared behind the patriarch, leaning forward and leaning against his ear, "Didn't I already give it to you?"

He held the palm of the patriarch's hand, picked up the chopsticks placed aside, and stretched them towards the sliced ​​meat on the table.

Snap!

The chief clan leader violently shook Tagadon's palm away.

He looked at the neatly arranged and exquisitely presented dishes on the dining table.

Suddenly, I felt waves of severe dizziness, my eyes were spinning, my stomach was twitching, and acid water mixed with undigested meat poured into my throat.

"Wow!"

A mouthful of sour and smelly gastric juice was spit out directly onto the table.

"Tsk, tsk." Tagaton shook his head, with a false expression of disappointment on his face, "It's a pity that such a good thing was wasted like this."

"Come out, Indra."

Tajadon raised his head slightly and looked towards the darkness at the end of the hall.

"Click", with the sound of the door opening, Indra slowly walked forward holding a golden dinner plate. He stood still in front of the patriarch, looking at the frightened and desperate look on his father's face. Indra trembled all over, and a layer of fine goosebumps appeared on his indigo skin. The feeling of getting revenge was so good that it gave him a feeling of ascension to heaven.

And his father...

He had never seen the patriarch so weak. He looked like a real old man who had lost his child.

Indra's heart was full of pleasure and cruelty, and he couldn't help but think again, "Damn old man, I didn't see your expression like this when Agni was burned alive."

Tajadon nodded slightly, with an reserved expression on his face, just like a director who saw that the drama he arranged was about to reach its climax.

"I always keep my promises, senior brother. Since you dare to come, then I will return your daughter to you."

Uh-huh!

Indra suddenly opened the red silk covering the tray.

Long golden hair, pale skin, and three-dimensional facial features are inlaid with a pair of bright eyes, but those eyes will never smile or cry again.

He was just dull and empty, looking at each other gently with the patriarch.

Bang!

The patriarch took a step back as if he was electrocuted, and then took another step back. The benches behind him were knocked to the ground by him. The expression on his face was somewhere between fierce and painful. It seemed that the familiar taste was still lingering in his lips and teeth... Finally, when he saw the messy dinner plates and overturned pieces of meat on the table, the patriarch closed his eyes in pain.

When he stretched again.

The patriarch is no longer ordinary, and there is only a dazzling golden light in his pupils.

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The next battle is no longer an area that Indra can understand.

At the moment when the war broke out.

Indra had already been thrown away by the violent force, and the last sight he saw was the tens of thousands of rays of light erupting from the patriarch's body, and the broad and dark figure of Tagaton. Strong beams of light flashed from the shoulder of the commander of the Dark Legion, and the surrounding buildings, soldiers, and even the carefully constructed formations collapsed silently.

The surging energy torrent decomposes matter into its most original state, and everything visible to the naked eye is annihilated.

Immediately afterwards Indra lost consciousness in severe pain.

There was a moment of panic in his heart.

He knew that the patriarch was very strong, but he never thought that he was so powerful.

There was even some worry about whether Tagaton would die in the hands of this old monster.

Fortunately, such a thing did not happen. After Indra woke up from his coma, the battle had come to an end.