One pound of meat equals one attribute point

Seeing his lover, Indra's face was filled with smiles.

He stood up from his position, took a step forward, and skillfully reached out to wrap his arms around Agni's slender waist.

"Crack!"

Agni reached out and slapped it away.

The smile on Indra's face froze slightly and he took back his palm.

At this time, he noticed a gloomy look on Agni's face and realized something was wrong. "What happened?" Indra asked cautiously.

"Let me show you this, it's the message sent back by Vayu." Agni sighed softly and handed Indra a secret letter in his arms.

The latter reached out and took it.

Just after opening it and taking a look, the expression on his face immediately became serious.

"Is the news here true?" Indra asked.

"Of course it is true." Agni said, "Among our brothers, Vayu is the fastest and has the keenest sense of the fluctuations of the Changsheng Heaven. Since it is the message he sent back, it will definitely not be wrong."

"This is a bit difficult..." Indra touched his chin, with a distressed expression on his face.

Although the patriarch ordered not to interfere with matters in the Eastern Continent.

But Indra had something in his heart and was still worried. So he has been sending people to observe in secret. Of course, his methods are quite obscure, and he also borrowed several scientific relics passed down from the Federation era. Although Su Heng's mental power was strong, he didn't notice anything obviously wrong during the process.

What was recorded in the letter sent back by Fayou was the news that Li Hongxiu and others were opening a way forward in the mythical battlefield.

"If we continue according to this process, it is very likely that the war will have already begun before we are ready." Agni looked gentle and reached out to touch Indra's cheek. "Are you ready for the final battle?"

Indra did not answer directly, but said vaguely, "It is best not for such a thing to happen."

Agni sighed and said softly, "You are no longer the reckless person you used to be."

Indra was very free and easy. He shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "We have all changed over thousands of years, and there are more things in this world that are worthy of my concern."

The red light of the setting sun slowly faded away, and a huge darkness enveloped it.

In the dim firelight.

Agni had a gentle smile on her face, but she stopped talking.

Indra lowered his head and walked back and forth in the hall for a few steps, seeming to be thinking about something.

With a few rapid breaths, he finally made up his mind, "We can't sit still and wait for death. Since the Dark Legion has promised to help us, this matter has nothing to do with them. We can use the power of the Dark Legion, so that no matter what happens, Whoever wins or loses, we all reap the benefits.”

"You are seeking skin from a tiger."

Agni glanced around, then lowered her voice and said, "And the more contacts you have, the greater the possibility of being exposed, if the patriarch finds out."

"No!"

Indra interrupted her and said confidently, "The patriarch focuses all his energy on our sister, and he doesn't care about these trivial matters."

"Go and help me protect the law. Next, I have to prepare well. Without further ado, I will contact the Dark Legion now!"

Indra's heroic face was shrouded in darkness.

There was hesitation on Agni's face, but she didn't say anything more and just nodded lightly.

She turned and left, her fiery red back slowly disappearing in the majestic temple.

Indra took a deep breath and looked back.

He first activated the ritual arranged in the temple, and he could see layers of twisted and vivid fonts appearing on the floor under his feet, and spreading outward until they covered the entire room. The moment the ceremony was completed, the entire room seemed to have turned into an independent space, completely isolated from the outside environment.

Get it all done.

Indra's expression was solemn, and he could feel his heartbeat speeding up.

But now that the decision has been made, there will be no hesitation.

And since he made contact with the Dark Legion, there was no possibility of him retreating.

Take out the brass compass for communication and place it on the podium directly in front of you. First, he lit the candle on the brass compass, and then he cut his wrist. Thick blood dripped down, and there was a hissing sound. The whole process lasted for about the time of a cup of tea. Indra probably shed hundreds of milliliters of blood, all of which was absorbed by the brass compass. There was not even the iron smell of blood left in the air.

"laugh!"

A crisp sound was heard from the compass.

Indra then took back his palm, and the wound on it healed quickly.

His face turned slightly pale, and it was obvious that communicating across such a long distance was a huge burden even for him.

The candle placed on the compass lit up the green smoke, curling upwards, but it never dissipated, and became more and more intense as time went by. There was the crackle of miniature lightning in the air, and layers of ice spread against the walls. The power of Changshengtian further invaded, and the scene in front of him was framed and distorted, and occasionally pale ghosts could be seen flashing past.

"Hahaha……"

Finally, there was a deep, malicious smile.

A huge shadow appeared in the clouds on the compass and opened its bloody mouth towards Indra.

He was a burly man, a brutal warlord who conquered the galaxy. He wore heavy armor stained black with blood, and had an innate ferocity on his face.

There wasn't a hair on his head.

A black dragon tattoo spanned the giant's entire cheek from the top of his head to his chin.

In the original Star Sea Federation, such tattoos were a sign of serious crimes and extreme danger.

After becoming the leader of the Dark Legion, Tagadon had ten thousand ways to remove this shameful tattoo from his body.

But he did not do this. During the thousands of years of war, those who dared to laugh at him were sent to hell by his own hands. Today, tattoos of a similar style have become an honor among the Dark Legion. Only the most powerful, powerful, domineering and inhumane warriors are qualified to have them tattooed on their bodies as laurel wreaths.

Tagadon's huge body leaned forward, and its bloody eyes stayed on Indra's face.

After seeing a touch of imperceptible fear on the face of the son of God, the smile on Tagaton's face became even more wanton.

"How is the great patriarch's health now?" Tagaton said.

"He is very good." Indra replied, "Although I have not fought with others for many years, I can feel the amazing power contained in his body."

"That's good, that's really great." Tagaton said with a ferocious smile, "Only strong prey can bring me enough joy. Imagine that I bite his throat, and my limbs struggle violently, but the pupils are He had no choice but to let go. The hot blood spurted out from the beginning, and then slowly fell bit by bit, and his lifeline was about to end. "

Tajadon's voice was ups and downs, and the expression on his face was intoxicated. He looked like a poet tasting a cup of wine that had been buried for thousands of years.

Finally recovered from the self-absorption.

Tagaton's eyes fell on Indra again, "Look at your frightened look. Come on, my cowardly and selfish child, tell me why you came to me this time."

"Some unexpected things happened to the plan." Indra recounted the recent events in a concise manner.

Tagaton raised his eyebrows and asked with interest, "He's just an uncivilized native. He can't even solve such a small role. Now I have some doubts about whether working with you is a good choice."

After being provoked and humiliated one after another, a look of sullenness flashed across Indra's face.

But after meeting Tagadon's abyss-like bottomless pupils, he slowly lowered his head as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

"That's not what you call aboriginal."

Indra said, "Two of my brothers fell in his hands, and even the patriarch did not choose to attack him directly."

"He is still as weak as ever, no wonder he accomplishes nothing." Tagaton sneered.

However, Indra's words finally succeeded in making him feel a little more interested, "Okay, okay, now that you have said it like this... well, give me the accurate coordinates, and I'll leave this matter to you." Let me handle it, and I can take this opportunity to solve some of my little troubles."

"Little trouble?" Indra was a little curious.

But I didn’t have time to ask more questions.

After he conveyed the message sent back by Vayu, with a buzzing sound, Tagaton's huge body slowly disappeared into the hazy mist.

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The flagship of the Dark Legion, the Heartless Killing.

Tagadon sat on his throne and waved his hand to disperse the torrent of chaos accumulated in the hall.

In front of him was a huge gladiatorial arena, decorated with various cruel instruments of torture, high-speed rotating gears, ups and downs of spikes, atomic flames shooting straight upwards, etc. Thousands of slaves knelt down around the arena. There was a large area of ​​darkness, and a faint sound of sobbing could be heard from inside.

Not so long ago.

A chapter of the Dark Legion destroyed a Federation-era refugee ship.

These slaves were the trophies of their operation, and their former compatriots were used as toys for wanton killing and fun.

Two burly figures were fighting in the central arena.

One of them had a red body and a mechanical chain hanging from his head. The buzzing steel needle inside seemed to penetrate directly through the skull and penetrate into the cerebral cortex. As a result, its owner always maintains a kind of morbid madness. Even if his hands and feet are cut off, he will not feel pain. He just indulges in the endless killing, just like the infected zombies in the doomsday movies.

The other person looked much normal, with fair skin and a childlike look on his face. Although he looks very young, he is already a very skilled warrior in his movements.

Judging from the clothes on his body, the boy was obviously one of those refugees.

The arena is covered with a dark green energy light curtain, which can suppress the physical fitness of the two people to the same level.

The lights of swords and the clanging sounds of swords and clangs kept coming from the arena. Even among the Dark Legion, there was rarely such an evenly matched battle. For a moment, everyone around them held their breath.

finally--

The two passed each other again.

The young man found a flaw and stabbed out the sword in his hand.

The landing point was the opponent's heart, but the gladiator turned sideways and transferred the damage to his shoulders.

The blade of the sword was dull and embedded in the bone, making a tooth-piercing crunching sound, and hot blood spurted out.

Normal people would definitely panic when they are attacked like this. The young man showed joy on his face and stepped back, about to slowly expand his advantage and chop off his opponent's head.

However, what he didn't expect was.

laugh!

After being injured, the gladiator did not flinch.

Instead, he suddenly rushed forward, bursting out with great power, letting the long sword pass through his body.

The two men's foreheads hit each other fiercely, blood splashed, and their eyes met. The boy's face was panicked, while the gladiator's pupils were full of madness.

He roared wildly.

He twitched and opened his bloody mouth, biting his opponent's face fiercely.

"Swish!" With a crisp sound, the boy's entire face was torn off, and the dark red flesh under the skin was exposed.

The bloody scene aroused the ferocity of the onlookers. The boy stretched out his hands and screamed in fear, while the slaves kneeling on the ground sobbed and trembled, and the old man reached out to cover the child's eyes. The gladiator rolled his tongue and swallowed the entire face in his mouth, and the smile on his face became more bloodthirsty.

He rushed forward.

Taking advantage of the panic caused by the loss of vision, he cut off the opponent's two arms.

Then he raised his hand and lifted the boy's body, which had been cut into a human stick, and swam around the duel field quickly. Then he cheered and threw it into the fast rotating gear trap.

Puff!

After his physical fitness was forcibly suppressed, he had no way to resist.

With a scream, the bloody body exploded like a firecracker, and blood and flesh were sprayed everywhere.

This completely ignited the atmosphere of the arena, and the wild howls like beasts came one after another.

On the throne.

Tagaton stretched out his hand to support his head and licked his lips.

If it were usual, such a show would more or less arouse his interest.

But now he felt a little bored. He waved his hand and asked the servants to clear the gladiators and slaves present, and then issued another order.

The crowd dispersed.

Soon, only the buzzing sound of mechanical rotation was left on the huge bridge.

Not long after, footsteps came from the darkness. A giant with a leather jacket on his lower body, naked upper body, and scarlet chains wrapped around him walked slowly on the blood plasma on the ground. He sniffed the air and could smell the fear and fresh blood in the hall.

Knowing that he had missed a good show, the giant's face suddenly showed a disappointed expression.

But he didn't say much.

He just took a step forward and knelt respectfully in front of Tagaton, "My lord, you are looking for me."

Tagaton slowly stood up from the throne, looked forward, and showed his signature smile on his face. He said in a negotiating tone, "Oh, my dear Kane, I have a difficult task to give you here. No one here is more suitable than you. I plan to entrust it to you. What do you think?"

"I am your loyal hound, my lord." Kane replied in a muffled voice, "Just tell me, no matter what, I will do it for you."

"Really?" Tagaton nodded slightly, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"In that case, don't let me down."

Swish!

He stretched out his hand and pointed forward.

A black halo suddenly fell into Tagadon's forehead.

...

After receiving the information from Tagadon, Kane slowly stood up, and his huge body stepped on the floor, so that the deck forged from black steel under his feet was slightly concave.

He lowered his head, bent slightly, left the hall, and came to the rusty corridor outside.

The exhaust fan was turning monotonously.

Apart from bringing some old creaking sounds, it was completely unable to play its original role.

The light from the stars also rose and fell with the rotation of the exhaust fan.

"My lord!" A big hand suddenly stretched out from the side and grabbed Kane's trouser leg. The latter stopped and lowered his head. The gladiator with steel nails hammered on his head was sitting in the corner, panting violently. The corridor was very quiet, so the creaking sound of the nails in his head could be heard. Once this thing is installed, it cannot be turned off. You will be tortured by it for the rest of your life, and you can only get a moment of peace when you die.

Looking at the coagulated blood on Tariq's body, Kane smiled, "It seems that you have enjoyed a delicious blood meal. It's a pity that I couldn't share your joy on the spot."

"Did that damn coward give you a task?" Tariq said.

"Yeah." Kane nodded.

"Bah!" Tariq showed a fierce expression on his face, spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and then stepped on it hard, as if he was stepping on Tagaton's soft face, "We paid so much, but the spoils were taken away by him. What qualifications does he have to touch our things, and now he is swaggering to assign us tasks!?"

Kane shrugged his shoulders, "He is better than us, it's that simple."

"Then we just let him do whatever he wants?" Tariq panted violently, and then sneezed, and the coagulated blood in his nostrils sprayed out.

Dark red blood flowed along his teeth like a stream, but he smiled instead, feeling much more relaxed.

"No, it's not manipulation, it's forbearance." Kane's mouth twitched, and the corridor that could accommodate several people side by side was blocked by him alone, with only a little light scattered through his shoulders. Tariq had to slightly move back, and Kane's voice came, "And I have already felt the call. It won't be long. When I take a step further in the blood river, we can get rid of the chain he tied around our necks, but not now."

Hearing Kane's answer, Tariq's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Go ahead, gather all our brothers first, and then discuss the next plan." Kane stepped through the gate of the training ground and disappeared in the light. Thinking of the location provided on the coordinates, his heart was also hot. Traveling such a long distance is of course risky, but once successful, the rewards are amazing.

Thinking of this, Kane's mood became more and more hot, and he could hardly suppress the violent and bloodthirsty desire.

I sorted out my thoughts and updated a little later, sorry;

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