I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 494 Fate
For an existence like greed, witnessing the eating behavior of a fellow eater certainly does not cause any physical discomfort, even though the behavior of this fellow is not elegant and seems a bit reckless.

This brought more psychological discomfort. Wolfgang felt offended by the invasion of the territory. He had already confirmed the identity of the other party just by meeting him. They were of the same kind.
Those who are closer than the Seven Deadly Sins, Wolfgang is sure, the person sitting on the throne enjoying the supreme majesty in front of him is also greedy.

Wolfgang could feel that this was a dream-like memory flashback, very fragile, as long as he exerted a little force, it would shatter.

But he didn't do this, and Wolfgang was also very curious about what kind of news this kind of person wanted to leave for him after 500 years, so he chose to wait and see.

"A captive from the Ur Empire, Lugar Sag Si, a priest of the city-state of Mesopota, the inheritor of the bloodline of the hero king Gilgamesh, his ability to summon holy objects and brew undead wine can heal everything in the world Pain, with the effect of the immortal wine, 99 slices of raw rib meat are presented here, and the brains are taken out here, and this delicacy is respectfully presented to you!"

Following the man's somewhat high-pitched voice, four tall, brown-skinned women, wearing the simplest veil, walked in from the door carrying a huge dinner plate.

The huge wooden dinner plate is surrounded by a circle of carefully processed, Zen-thin meat slices, and ice cubes that should not appear in this season are placed under it. A white-skinned human being bound in the center of the plate is kneeling. The posture is in the center of the plate, his hands are nailed to death by copper nails, his hands are clasped together, holding his own brain.

The place where this object should have been placed was filled with boiling hot broth for cooking other ingredients.

"Lugal Sage West? I remember him. It's a pity that this king likes the wine he brews!" The tyrannical king on the throne sighed, and mercilessly began to use the most delicious delicacies on the plate.

Wolfgang stood aside, frowning slightly. According to his personal taste, he would never simply eat this kind of auxiliary ability user that is obviously very useful. It would be too wasteful.

But the king in front of him obviously didn't care. Under Wolfgang's watchful eyes, he ate food that could make his soul live forever. An Mukai, a frost-capable user who makes frost.

It seemed to Wolfgang that the former's greed had just eaten up his kitchen team.

The man who had been passing the dishes was listening to the voices outside the door while observing the somewhat silent greedy king, and suddenly shouted loudly: "The last dish! Dumitev from the God of Greed, for you, The great king of gods, the head of the seven original sins, offer your last loyalty, my stomach, and betrayal, may you be burned by the fire of hatred forever and suffer forever!"

While speaking, the man used a bronze dagger to open his abdominal cavity, cleanly cut off his intestines and esophagus, and pulled out his bulging stomach.

The deformed organ looked abnormal, and as Dumitev lifted it up, blood and gray-black flames of hatred flowed all over the ground, igniting an unknown fuel, and the entire palace began to fade.

Correspondingly, there were violent shouts of killing outside the door, as if thousands of people were fighting outside.

The greedy king didn't care about the sentencing of his valet, he just moved his huge body, walked up to Dumitev, took the other's last offering like a gift, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Have they all come?" The king turned and walked back to his throne to do his job again, letting the gray-black flames burn his body: "Are they all dead?"

"That's right, they're all here, the Sumerians, the Amorites, the Assyrians, and the Akkadians are all here." Dumitev, who should have died, braced his broken body and replied with a smile : "That's right, they are all dead, you are the last one, the flame that I swallowed in your hand is the last gift of Rage, it is used to destroy your enchantment that maintains God's Domain! Great God King, your era is over up"

"Hahaha!" Greedy on the throne seemed to have heard some funny joke: "We are immortal, time is just reincarnation, just wait, we will come back eventually, it's just a game"

Rumble!
As the scene in the illusion collapsed, Wolfgang returned to reality. The yellow sand covered the ground below the bones. dream.

Wolfgang stared at the other party's remains for a long time, thinking about the meaning of the last few words of the other party. As the party who was invaded, he now has a kind of PTSD sensitivity to words like players and games.

But behind him, the irascible man was impatient to wait. The bronze door weighing more than ten tons was pushed open by a certain rage with one hand, and its inertia brought the door to slam into the rock wall. Mine followed the chance of making trouble.

The light from modern technology instantly illuminated the God Realm that was once ruled by a tyrannical king, and the man stood in front of the light with a trace of lingering anger, looked at greed and asked loudly: "Live too long, dementia? "

Thinking of the greedy ending of his predecessor in the previous environment, and looking at the current rage, Wolfgang even had a sense of time reincarnation, a sense of fate with constant fate, and looked at Tang Ji with complicated eyes.

If it is him, I am afraid that he can indeed do such a thing and end that era with his own hands.
"It is indeed the tomb of the previous greedy man. This is his skeleton." Wolfgang took a step aside, avoiding Tangy's sight, and gave up the skeleton.

"Let me see!" Wu Qianying slapped away Wang Zhengdao and Mikkelsen who were standing in front of her, and squeezed past Tang Ji, ignoring greed, and standing directly in front of the skeleton, her face full of excitement : "Quick! Tell all the nerds from the origin group to come over and shovel this place back to me as a whole!"

Wang Zhengdao looked around and found that several people nearby were looking at him. He sighed as if appointed, turned around and disappeared to pull people.

God knows if he will be able to bring such a heavy thing back to the Lost Mountain base. Dr. Wu obviously wants to challenge the limit of his carrying capacity.

Quan Zhe, the achievement explorer who was standing beside him, was looking at all this with a natural look, his face was full of gossip, as if he was thinking about who this woman is.

"I heard that you players are divided into many types?" Annie tapped Quan Zhe's shoulder lightly, and gave him a charming look: "Talk to me?"

As the real behind-the-scenes man behind the player, Makarian is naturally clear about what happened in the ruins. Quan Zhe must first report what happened inside to him before he can get the system rewards.

So taking advantage of the fact that the most difficult of the Seven Deadly Sins were all exploring in the ruins, Makarian gave priority to throwing those difficult paladin players into the world with the lowest proportion.

Like Chaos Demon players, Paladin players are rare in number, and most of them need to show strong xenophobia in three or four consecutive worlds before they can be judged as Paladin players by the company.

But one thing is for sure, these players are not newbies, they all have a lot of game experience, and they are proud to fight against other players.

Moreover, the company stipulates that the pioneers cannot actively disclose the personal information of Paladin-type players, as well as the time of arrival, and they naturally have secret permissions.

JHSD-114 is the first batch of paladin players to enter this world. The first thing he did after entering this world was to control his own body to "surrender himself" and serve his sentence in the central prison.

Not to mention how desperate Arnis Langel was when he woke up, the prisoners in the outer ring who gave up their own hope of escape in order to help him escape are a big problem.

At that time, they pointed to Anis, who seemed to have some influence outside, to expose the evil system of the central prison, attract the attention of the media and the public, and improve their living conditions.

Unexpectedly, after the bastard escaped, he actually developed Stockholm symptoms and came back by himself.

Arnis Langel didn't know what that damned descendant did when he was descended, but every time he woke up, the prisoners around him looked at him with malicious intent.

No one could live in peace under such circumstances. If it wasn't for the Central Prison, Arnis Langel wouldn't be able to get through even one night.

But here, even the prisoners in the outer ring don't seem to challenge the death line drawn by the warden.

Those weird plants have proved countless times that they can hear and see everything. They know everything and are everywhere.

The prisoners could only use cold violence against Anis Langel, and no one wanted to make a deal with him, or even communicate with him.

Unless Arnis Langel went to the Central District to work hard for a whole day, in exchange for two meals and a good night's sleep, as long as he was still in the Outer Ring District, he would not even think about eating or sleeping. Someone would deliberately Hit him, when the traded food falls on the floor, and then he is deliberately stepped on a few times, and someone will shout beside him at night, waking him up.

As a blue-clothed bishop of the Adventist Sect, Arnis Langel felt that his dignity did not allow him to live like a farmer in Central.

But the dreamer seems to have completely different values. Every time Anis wakes up, he finds himself awakening in the safe zone of Central, with a smell of sawdust in his mouth and a sore back.

What made him even more desperate was that the name Arnis Langel was rising rapidly on the ranking list that symbolized shame in the Central District. Judging from the current speed, he would probably be awarded the honorary farmer in a short time. of the title.

The strange eyes from the inmates and the increasingly friendly expressions of the prison guards made Anis feel that he was about to collapse.

Even though he joined the Adventist Sect as a speculator, at least he had a preconceived impression of the existence of the Adventist in his heart.

Arnis Langel once believed that the descendants would eventually completely destroy the existing human order and establish a new order. At that time, human beings would become endangered within a few centuries, just like the previous generation of federal aborigines. Animals, only those who cooperate and surrender have a chance to survive.

But now, the law-abiding descendant in his body subverted Anis's three views, and he finally couldn't bear it. He wanted to break the teachings of the descendant sect and communicate directly with that descendant.

On the land in front of him, Anis wrote a confession with thousands of words with his fingers, vaguely expressing his identity, his beliefs, his incomprehension of the behavior of the descendant, and the predicament he is facing now. , I hope that the other party can understand the problems they are facing, and of course they still don’t understand.
Just relying on Anis Langel alone, he might never guess in his life that there are such strange things as paladins among the players.

Fortunately, JHSD-114 is placed in the background of DND, and [-]% of it can be classified as chaotic neutral to chaotic good. Complaints of inappropriate behavior by the player group were written on the floor in the same way.

The amount of text is so large that it has worn out Anis Langer's index and middle fingers. When Arnis Langer woke up, the four fingers of both hands were burning and painful, but these were not as good as his Distressed.

Not to mention the impact of this dialogue on the values ​​​​of both parties, the innocent wooden stick not far away can make Arnis Langer feel sad for a whole year
You have written more than 8000 characters with your fingers, and the dermis of the writing has been worn away. Have you ever thought of replacing it with something like a wooden stick?

Also, I am the backbone of the Adventist sect who is anti-human and anti-social. How can He De be descended by a Holy Mother of the Third World like you? Are you not uncomfortable?
Even if you want to nourish the human beings in this world, do you have to come back to the central prison to shine and glow?

Anis Langer, who was devastated, had only one thought in his mind, which I don't understand!I don't understand!

Also incomprehensible, there is also the health-preserving druid Mikkelsen in the office of the inner ring area, who drinks ginseng and goji berries in water. He has observed the special individual Arnis Langel through the surrounding green plants for three days Time, the opponent's fine-grained performance is not enough to describe the player's consciousness, he looks more like a ghost upper body.

In particular, Mikkelsen recorded the exchange of letters between the two sides through the soil. If this thing is released, it is likely that the Church of the Adventists will suffer a fatal blow from a Tangji-style raid. It is really interesting.

After three days of observation, Mikkelsen was able to confirm that the player who descended on Anis Langel was indeed different from other players.

He has shown an extraordinary respect for this world order, and even specific individuals, no matter good or evil, and is even willing to replace the body to atone for his previous illegal behavior.

To be fair, Mikkelsen has never seen such a person in his life, so he plans to meet this player.

(End of this chapter)