The distant city of glory.
The dungeon is actually the most magical place in the world.
The three people who originally had a complicated relationship formed a strange balance in this dark underground.
The blond young man and the old man with dark green eyes were each lying comfortably on a huge soft sofa. In the middle of the two sofas, there was a small bookcase from the Pope's study.
Of course, what is placed on the desk is not various documents and books, but a huge and delicious plate of roast goose and several bottles of wine collected by the Pope.
The wine is full-bodied and deep, as honest as healthy blood, making the lips of the two people tasting the wine a little scarlet.
In the open space in the room in front of them, a huge naked flesh monster was rolling and squirming.
Whenever there is a creative growth method that goes against the blind spots of human vision and thinking, this wriggling monster will always give an impromptu demonstration to the two observing adults.
Myrobalan has a rather strong taste, so I watched it with great interest.
The face of the three-faced old man became more and more gloomy. He had a deep understanding of the chaotic, divided and dangerous monster in front of him. Isn't he such a monster himself?
But the greedy ones suppressed all this and reached a temporary balance with the other two carrier individuals with different general directions.
Therefore, when the Pope saw the disgusting pool of flesh rolling in front of him, he felt a little embarrassed and humiliated.
He glanced at the blond young man hatefully, every eye full of malice:
"You are a devil. Lord God, you are so merciful and almighty. Why do you have such a bad tolerant person?"
"Everything is disillusionment. Tolerant, such a fusion is inhumane. Because of your wishes, you have blasphemed the Lord God!"
"So what? As long as it prevents us from becoming Him, it doesn't matter to me no matter how ugly it looks!"
Three pieces of information from different angles were thrown into Myrobalan's consciousness.
Myrobalan’s smile is very bright:
"Haha, it's so interesting and wonderful. Dear Pope, you are very experienced and have the right to speak. Why don't you analyze for me the president's mental journey at this moment?"
The three-eyed old man had no time to fight back at this moment, and his fused Compassionate let out a lament:
"God Lord, please send down the wrath and thunder! This abominable carrier is blaspheming itself!"
Myrobalan laughed violently, almost crying:
"Hahaha……"
a few days ago.
The keen Angus' execution ability is remarkable. Once he decided to carry out the wishes of the two adults, he immediately focused on the attachment, persistence, magnanimity and passion.
As for reincarnations and geniuses, even Lord Myrobalan and Lord Pope don't know where they are. Naturally, he is also at a loss. Even if he relies on his identity as a keen person, he cannot find them.
After careful analysis, Angus felt that among the four carriers, the attachment one should be the weakest, so he set off immediately.
In a coastal town thousands of kilometers south of the City of Glory, I found my lover.
In the imagination of Myrobalan, Gregory and Angus, the attached person should be a weak and weak little woman.
But things were so magical. When they saw the attached person, they were all dumbfounded.
That one was a young man who looked very simple and sincere. He also had good abilities as a wood spirit mage, and he was already at the mid-to-late stage.
The young man looked at the fat and bald former president with some astonishment and doubts in his heart.
He felt that this person looked familiar, so he searched his memory and remembered that this person was the former president. He came alone and met him unexpectedly in the grove by the sea.
What's more, based on his knowledge, even the president who is out of office will have corresponding security forces around him, but this fat bald man appears here alone, which is weird!
And, the most horrifying thing is that when he looked at me, his eyes were filled with astonishment, as if he were looking at a plate of steak!
This look was both familiar and disgusting to the young man. He turned around and left, but still carrying a bloody thing wrapped in linen.
The fat man didn't take it seriously and followed the young man unhurriedly.
The young man frowned, but he felt that this wretched fat man's ability was not necessarily better than his own, so he didn't care.
Soon, the young man returned to the villa on the beach.
Immediately, he found that the fat man had also followed.
What's even more outrageous is that he climbed over the fence and entered his room.
The young man sneered:
"Since you are here uninvited, don't leave."
Angus' fat face also smiled broadly, seemingly turning a blind eye to the few skeletons sitting beside the bed, in the corner, and under the dressing table in the room.
Angus found a chair and sat down at random, glanced at the skeletons, smiled and threw out the message:
"I finally understand what an attachment is. It turns out that you attach to them in this way. Where is their muscle tissue?"
The young man smiled faintly, unwrapped the bloody package in his hand, revealed the inexplicable blood-stained meat inside, and threw it on the ground in front of the fat man:
“I will bring back their flesh and blood bit by bit and marinate them with thyme and rosemary.
During the roasting process, sage is used to enhance the aroma, sliced and garnished with parsley leaves, and served with red wine. It is very delicious. Of course, it can also be garnished with mint or dill later, and the flavor will be different. "
The fat man nodded and had some questions:
"Won't they die after taking the flesh?"
The young man smiled and shook his head:
"No, no, I am a pretty good wood spirit mage. I am very knowledgeable about the supply of vitality... In the end, when they really can't support it, I will peel off the remaining things, leaving the skeleton, and me. Stay together forever.”
Immediately, he looked at the fat bald man with a somewhat ashamed expression:
"I have two apologies to tell you in advance.
First, my orientation in that aspect is normal, so you will not gain my love.
Second, I still lack experience in handling meat with a fat content exceeding a certain proportion. You will have to forgive my lack of experience later. "
The awakened keen one sensed that Master Myrobalan and Master Gregor were already nearby, so he was not worried that he was not the young man's opponent:
"It's okay, but I still have one last bit of curiosity. Is your anti-human perversion a natural perversion, or is it a vicious atrocity caused by acquired emotional frustration?"
The young man's face darkened.
He did not answer Angus' curiosity, but was ready to deal with this hateful fat man.
Vigorous wood spiritual power began to linger around, countless vines transformed and formed, and the entire room instantly turned into a dark tree cave in the forest.
However, before he could use his offensive wood spirit ability, he saw the fat man shoot out a black light curtain.
A vortex formed, and all the wood spiritual power collapsed. The young man screamed and was shattered into countless fragments by the rotating black light curtain vortex, which turned into energy and merged with the bald fat man.
…
When things calmed down, Angus became taller and less fat. More importantly, his baldness disappeared and his long, fine hair fell down to the back of his head.
Who hasn’t been young and handsome?
Angus endured the severe pain all over his body, and the muscles on his face were trembling randomly, but he began to touch the top of his head and cheeks. He felt that he had unprecedented strength and vitality!
Although he was a little confused, he still looked at everything in the room with nostalgia and was extremely reluctant to let go.
Then he saw the blond young man suddenly appear, laughing, and a burst of flames popped up, turning the entire room into a furnace wrapped in red and black flames.
Myrobalan's long golden hair was flying in the flames, but it was not damaged at all. He looked at the gloomy three-faced old man with a smile:
"Betrayer, do you believe my sincerity?"
Until that moment, Gregory didn't really believe that Harile really wanted to maintain a stable relationship with three ends.
The two figures slowly disappeared, no longer caring about Angus's next goal.
Angus, who came out of the flames, laughed and looked at the persistent, generous and passionate people.
Yes, Master Myrobalan is really right. We Angsa White Demons have innate sins and hobbies towards cannibalism!
Angus felt an inexplicable power and excitement, which was more exciting than being president back then.
Of course, he also had a very regretful feeling. Of the thirty-six carriers, there were not many left, and there were only three known carriers hidden.
If he had been awakened earlier, or if he had awakened like the Pope, he would have swallowed more and become stronger.
Time waits for no one, seize the day.
In the next few days, Angus worked hard to swallow up the persistent man who was practicing hard in a remote country, the generous man who was a philanthropist in a country, and a very famous poet and passionate man in the Federation. .
With Angus' talent and understanding, swallowing four carriers may be his limit, and losing control is inevitable.
At the moment when he finally devoured the passionate one, Myrobalan and Lord Gregory took him into the underground dungeon of the Glory Cathedral in time.
The two adults used their powerful original control to restrain this out-of-control monster here, allowing him to continuously deform, split and condense.
In the beginning, they actually threw Angus into the Origin Spirit World. Based on Myrobalan and Gregorian's experience, as long as the other party sleeps in the Origin Spirit World for a period of time, they will always merge. After all, they are just five The fusion of the carrier should not be difficult.
However, the situation left them a little confused.
This guy was so chaotic in the world of source spirits. Not only did he not fall asleep, but the chaotic mental powers also brought some other energy into the energy body, making him lose control even more.
The blond young man finally got tired of laughing and drank the red wine in his glass.
He looked with disdain at the pile of meat on the ground that was screaming, wailing, and struggling silently, with a tired look on his face:
"I can't believe I'm still fucking a monster nanny!"
