The Demon’s Menu

Although Jason's mouth has been opened to the extreme, it is unrealistic to want to swallow the entire rock cube in one bite.

He could only swallow the whole rock cube in three times.

Crunch, crunch.

Rock cubes smeared with honey, the entrance is extremely sweet, and then a bit more creamy taste, if the taste of cream is unforgettable, then the addition of 'sweet' cream is full of joy Jason chewed on it, but he couldn't swallow it. Although his stomach was extremely strong, he couldn't digest things like rocks and steel bars.

After chewing a dozen times, Jason spit out the residue.

The joy of eating delicious food appeared on his face.

[Swallowing Crime and Punishment, Ark (Fragment)! 】

[Recovery of physical strength, energy, and injuries is over! 】

[Fatness +200! 】

[Fatness: 360]

【Excitement of Food + 3】

【Excitement for food: 7】

...

"I died 50 times before?"

Jason suddenly realized that he had just died too fast and had too many times, so much that Jason could not record.

However, the fullness of the previous 310 and the increase of the fullness by 200 points are now visible.

Jason felt again that if he had a tombstone every time he died, he would now take a big step forward around the earth.

Then, Jason was attracted by [Excitement of Food].

3 points!

This number is one more point than Jason expected.

According to his initial estimate, the strangely mad man was 1 point, and the rock cube was 1 point.

And now it is 3 o'clock.

Is it because the latter digested the former and some wonderful reactions occurred?

Or after adding the two, this is 3 o'clock?

If it is the former, there is naturally nothing to say, but the latter ...

"Save 'food', do you swallow it again?"

Jason frowned.

For Jason at this stage, it is not difficult to restrain ‘hunger’.

But that is only for most ordinary foods, and it is still quite difficult for the real "food".

Not to mention, accumulate ‘food’.

That kind of taste, Jason feels extremely tormented by just thinking about it.

However, this does not prevent Jason from preparing to do it.

Because, Jason knows that this is also a process that he has to control ‘hunger’.

Maybe……

Can I make some dried meat?

Jason thought silently, looking at the total number of [Excited Food].

7 o'clock!

It takes 8 points to upgrade [Protect from Evil]!

1 point left!

As long as there is one more [Excitement of Food], he will be able to upgrade [Protect the Evil] to the level of master!

Master level!

Just looking at the prefix, Jason guessed.

It must be a qualitative change!

Now he is only one level away from this level!

The goal is about to be completed!

Even Jason couldn't help but smile. He stood up and flapped the dust on his body, but instead of leaving immediately, he entered the house next to him and looked for wearable clothes.

In the battle just now, most of his clothes have been damaged. Only the remaining shelter and a few leather pockets have only protected the vital points, but he still feels cold when he walks.

The tall, sturdy body doomed Jason to find it difficult to find a fitted suit, and he could only choose it selectively.

In the end, he found a wide suspender in a butcher's shop, but he couldn't find a suitable top. He could only choose a leather apron when the butchers were cutting meat.

After rinsing with water, Jason put the apron directly on his upper body and glanced at the stained old blood and dirt on it. Jason raised a brow. He hoped to wash it again, but time was not allowed!

Hum!

In the suburbs northwest of Angcheng, a sharp sword rose into the sky.

"Has it started?"

Perceiving such sharpness, Jason took a deep breath and he took the mask and put it on slowly.

Not ‘Night Owl’!

It was his ice hockey mask belonging to Jason.

Evant's sword intention is not just fighting, but also telling them: the plan is smooth, start the next step!

After a slight adjustment, the ice hockey mask quickly calmed Jason. He raised his hand and pulled out the wide-blade short-handed chopper. The sharp blade was under the moonlight, and he was wearing his mask.

In the moonlight, the ice hockey mask looked cold, and Jason's eyes were even colder.

He looked at the location where the sword was in the sky.

He sensed the twist that was constantly struggling under the sharp sword.

The indifferent words rang behind the mask, full of murderous words——

"The world is dirty again."

...

After hearing the footsteps, the Pope's near minister raised his head subconsciously.

When he saw the figure in a black cloak and a mask of a night owl, he was immediately taken aback.

Immediately, he stopped loudly.

"stop!"

"You blasphemy!"

Along with such words, a blood-stained white radiance appeared in his hands. The radiance condensed in his hands, and he became a long sword in his breath.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the ‘night owl’ in front of him.

The glorious holiness suddenly enveloped this ‘night owl’, and the huge pressure seemed to fall from the sky like a mountain.

However, to this ‘night owl’, such pressure does not seem to exist.

He continued to move forward.

"stop!"

The Pope's close ministers stopped again, and then, a sword was cut out.

The distance between the two sides is more than ten meters, but when the sword is cut out, the white sword slightly stained with blood, directly emits a scarlet light, as if the sword gas is like a mystery.

Moreover, the speed is fast.

In the blink of an eye, I came to this ‘night owl’.

The eyes behind the mask of ‘Night Owl’ squinted as they looked at the attack that looked like a sword spirit and was like a mystery.

Snapped!

The scarlet light was like porcelain falling to the ground, and it shattered directly.

A faint **** smell began to permeate around.

"With too much external force, your sword ... is not sincere enough."

Avent said slowly.

"It's a good sword to kill you!"

"You can stop one, but one hundred?"

The Pope snarled, and the sword in his hand waved again.

As he said, as he wielded his sword, mixed with a rich **** smell, hundreds of scarlet lights appeared, and in this scarlet light, a twisted face loomed.

They stared at Avent.

The eyes are bitter, full of hate and killing.

Ordinary people shudder as long as they are watched.

Avent was calm.

Moreover, there are leisurely observations of these scarlet lights.

After a while, the ‘Jiansheng’ nodded.

"It turns out this way."

"Sacrifice of life and distortion of soul ... Sure enough, it is the usual practice of the 'Temple'."

Said Avent.

"What if you find it?"

"You are now surrounded by hundreds of" death "!"

The Pope Jinchen sneered.

His forehead was dripping with sweat. Obviously, the use of hundreds of "death" was a considerable burden for him.

"'Quiet'?"

Evant froze when he heard the name, and shook his head.

Although there is no word, the look has already expressed his thoughts.

Not worthy!

In front of him, there is a mixture of sword qi, secret art, and other attack methods.

"Humph!"

The Pope sneered coldly, and no longer spoke.

Hundreds of sword qis that he thought were 'desperate' rushed to Avent with a sharp howl of innocent souls.

The invisible howling spread out, and the birds that were frightened in the distance fell to the ground one by one without a sound. The worms deep underground were also stiff.

A predatory resemblance appeared on ‘Death’.

Their scarlet light dazzled more and more.

And the Pope's immediate ministers are also in this category of plunder.

The face, which was still quite full, shrivelled at a rate visible to the naked eye.

However, he didn't care.

He is going to watch Avent die!

Hundreds of ‘Quiet’ will surely kill Avent!

The Pope is very determined.

then--

Pappa!

A hundred shots of "Death" in front of Event flew, and one after another shattered.

The broken sound seemed to slapped one by one in the face of the Pope.

Not only does it hurt, but it also makes him incredible.

"impossible!"

"Master Pope said!"

"As long as a hundred ways of" death ", you will be able to kill you!"

The pope snarled.

"He is right."

"Hundred Dao's" Death "can indeed kill me, but only me before."

"Now me?"

"It's a little bit worse."

"but……"

Aventus said in the same tone, but he stopped before the words were finished.

He adjusted his posture slightly and looked at the pope in front of him.

The other party who had just been emotional now became silent at this time, the breath was even more obscure, and a trace of distortion that did not belong to the world appeared on the other party.

Snapped!

At the position where the other party was standing, the ground underneath shattered.

Not broken in the traditional sense.

It is similar to a mirror being smashed, except for cracks.

Or……

The space is broken.

"Hey, a good offering."

"I feel you ... delicious."

The Pope's near minister spoke.

The voice could not be said to be male or female, nor could it be distinguished as holy or filthy.

Only a little twisted.

Standing on the broken earth, this twist began to grow rapidly, as if to infect the whole world.

Evant looked at this scene without stinging his praise.

"It turns out this way."

"Actually relying on the conditions in front of me to complete the" descendant "!"

"It's amazing!"

But there are praises, but no more surprises.

Ever since he appeared here, Event had roughly guessed what he would encounter, not to mention Aedmond's reminder.

The cooperation between Lawrence and the 'Temple' must be a win-win!

Only ‘win-win’ will ‘temple’ take action!

So please be careful!

because……

They may have prepared a real killer.

Recalling Ed Demon's words in his mind, Avent took a slow breath, just as slowly as his tone before, slowly.

Then he walked towards the ‘God’ in front.

His voice became clear.

"The gods are already dusk."

"Dawn belongs to mortals."

Looking at Avent, who was approaching, the so-called "God" smiled.

"How can a mortal spend a long night without the guidance of the gods?"

"come on!"

"come on!"

"Return to our arms!"

"Let us guide you to a real" paradise "."

With that said, he used the body of the Pope's immediate minister to open his arms, as if welcoming Avent.

Avent also smiled.

"So, the‘ night owl ’appeared!"

"‘ Night Owl ’spread its wings at night!"

"Under the wings of the" Night Owl "... all are sheltered by mortals!"

Qiang!

As soon as the voice fell, Avente's long sword came out of the sheath.

There is no Jianqi, and there is nothing earth-shattering.

It's just a mediocre sword ~ ​​www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Then, take the sword back to the sheath.

An ordinary swordsman can do it for a year, and even, when he is sheathing, he can pull out a beautiful sword flower, which deserves a good deal.

That so-called ‘divine spirit’ can instantly swallow thousands of such swordsmen.

But now, all he has left is to bow his head.

Watching his broken body.

The earth has healed.

He is broken.

"What swordsmanship is this?"

He hesitated and surprised.

Aventus calmly and intonation still slowly said what he believed and believed, a sword that should appear——

"Cross cut."