Chapter 66 Insipid Aventur!

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

He could only swallow the entire rock cube three times.

Crunch, crunch.

The rock cubes smeared with honey are extremely sweet in the mouth, and then there is an extra creamy taste. If the taste of cream is unforgettable, then the added 'sweet' cream is full of joy , Jason chewed with a big mouth, but unfortunately he couldn't swallow it. Although his stomach was extremely strong, he still couldn't digest things like rocks and steel bars.

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

The joy of eating delicious food appeared on his face.

[Devouring Crime and Punishment, Ark (fragment)! 】

[Physical strength, energy, and excess injuries are restored! 】

[Satisfaction +200! 】

[Satisfaction: 360]

【The excitement of food +3】

【The excitement of eating: 7】

...

"I've died 50 times before?"

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

However, the satiety level of 310 before and now increased by 200 points, the satiety level of 360 points is visible.

Jason felt again that if he had a tombstone every time he died, he would now circle the earth at a certain distance and take a big step forward.

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

3 points!

The number was one point higher than Jason expected.

According to his original estimate, the strange and crazy man was 1 point, and the rock cube was 1 point.

And now it's 3 o'clock.

Because of,

Did the latter digest the former, and some wonderful reaction occurred?

Or after adding the two, it is 3 points?

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

"Accumulate 'food' and swallow it again?"

Jason frowned.

For Jason at this stage, restraining "hunger" is no longer difficult.

But that's just for most ordinary food, and it's still quite difficult for the real 'food'.

Not to mention, hoarding 'food'.

That kind of taste, Jason felt extremely torment just thinking about it.

However, that didn't stop Jason from getting ready to do it.

Because, Jason knows that this is also a process that he must have to restrain his 'starvation'.

Maybe……

Can I make some jerky?

Jason thought silently, and looked at the total number of [The Excitement of Food].

7 o'clock!

It takes 8 points to improve [Protection from Evil]!

1 point left!

As long as he has 1 more [Eating Excitement], he will be able to upgrade [Protection from Evil] to the master level!

Master class!

Just by looking at the prefix, Jason had a guess.

It must be a level of qualitative change!

Now he is only one point away from this level!

Goal is nearing completion!

Even Jason couldn't help showing a smile. He stood up and patted the dust on his body, but instead of leaving immediately, he entered the house next to him to look for clothes to wear.

In the battle just now, most of his clothes had already been damaged, and the only remaining cover and a few leather pockets were just to protect the key points, but he still felt cool when walking.

Tall and sturdy figure is destined to be difficult for Jason to find clothes that fit, and he can only choose selectively.

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

After rinsing with water, Jason put the apron on his upper body and glanced at the old bloodstains and filth on it. Jason raised his brows. He hoped to clean it again, but time did not allow it!

hum!

In the suburbs northwest of Angcheng, a sharp sword intent shot up into the sky.

"Have you started yet?"

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

Not a 'night owl'!

It was his Jason's hockey mask.

Avante's sword intent is not only fighting, but also telling them: the plan is smooth, let's start the next step!

After a little adjustment, the ice hockey mask quickly calmed Jason down. He raised his hand and pulled out a short-handled machete. The sharp blade was imprinted on his mask under the moonlight.

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

He looked at the position where the sword intent was soaring to the sky.

He sensed the twisted struggle under the sharp sword intent.

Indifferent, murderous words resounded from behind the mask—

"The world is dirty again."

...

When the Pope's close minister heard the footsteps, he raised his head subconsciously.

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

Immediately, he shouted loudly.

"stop!"

"You blasphemer!"

With such words, a blood-stained white radiance appeared in his hand, this radiance condensed in his hand, and it turned into a long sword in his breath.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at the 'Ye Owl' in front of him.

The holy brilliance suddenly enveloped the 'night owl', and the enormous pressure was like a mountain peak falling from the sky.

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

He continued to move forward.

"stop!"

The Pope's close minister shouted again, and then, a sword was cut out.

The distance between the two sides was more than ten meters, but when the sword was slashed out, a scarlet ray of light shot out from the white, slightly blood-stained long sword, like sword energy and a secret technique.

And, it's fast.

In the blink of an eye, he came to this 'night owl'.

The eyes behind the 'Ye Owl' mask couldn't help but squinted at the attack that looked like a sword energy and a secret technique.

Snapped!

The scarlet light was like a piece of porcelain that fell to the ground and shattered directly.

A faint smell of blood began to permeate the surroundings.

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

Evante said slowly.

"It's a good sword that can kill you!"

"You can stop one, but what about a hundred?"

The Pope's close minister let out a low growl, and swung the sword in his hand again.

Just as he said, as he swung his sword, mixed with a strong smell of blood, hundreds of scarlet rays of light appeared, and in this scarlet rays of light, one after another distorted faces were looming.

They stared at Avent.

His eyes were full of hatred and murderous intent.

Ordinary people shudder as long as they are watched.

Evante is calm.

Moreover, there is still time to observe these scarlet rays of light.

After a moment, the 'Juggernaut' nodded.

"So it is."

"Sacrificing lives and distorting souls... Sure enough, it's the consistent practice of the 'Temple'."

Avont said.

"What if you found out?"

"You are now surrounded by hundreds of 'silence'!"

The Pope's close minister sneered.

His forehead was dripping with sweat, and it was obvious that using hundreds of 'Silence' would be quite a burden for him.

"'Silence'?"

Avante was stunned when he heard the name, and then shook his head.

Although there are no words, the eyes have already expressed their thoughts.

Not worthy!

The attack methods that are mixed with products such as sword energy and secret techniques in front of them are not worthy of being called 'silence'.

"Humph!"

The Pope's close minister snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Hundreds of sword qi that he believed to be 'silent' rushed towards Avente with the sharp howls of grievances.

Invisible howls spread out, and the birds that were frightened in the distance fell to the ground one by one, without a sound, and the insects hidden deep in the ground were also stiff.

An aura similar to plunder appeared on 'Silence'.

Their scarlet light became more and more dazzling.

And the Pope's close ministers are also within the scope of such plunder.

The originally full face was shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye.

However, he didn't care.

He's going to watch Avent die!

Baidao 'Silence' will definitely be able to kill Avante!

The Pope's closest ministers are firm.

Then--

clap clap clap!

The flying shot hit the hundred 'silence' in front of Avante, and one after another shattered.

The shattering sound was like one slap after another on the face of the Pope's close ministers.

Not only was it painful, but it made him unbelievable.

"impossible!"

"The Pope said it!"

"As long as Baidao's 'Silence', it will definitely be able to kill you!"

The Pope's close minister roared.

"He was right."

"Bai Dao 'Silence' can indeed kill me, but it's just me before."

"Me now?"

"It's a little bit worse."

"but……"

Avonte spoke in a constant tone, but before he finished speaking, he stopped.

He slightly adjusted his stance and looked at the Pope's close ministers in front of him.

The other party who was still emotional just now became silent at this time, the breath was even more obscure, and a sense of distortion that did not belong to the human world appeared on the other party's body.

Snapped!

Where the opponent was standing, the ground beneath his feet shattered.

Not broken in the traditional sense.

But it is similar to the mirror being smashed, except for one after another crack.

Or……

The space is broken.

"Hey, nice offering."

"I feel that you are... delicious."

The Pope's close minister spoke up.

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

Just a twist.

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

Evante looked at this scene and did not stingy with his praise.

"So it is."

"Actually, relying on these conditions in front of me, I have completed the 'seance'!"

"It's amazing!"

But there is admiration, but no more surprise.

From the time he appeared here, Avent had roughly guessed what he would encounter, not to mention Edmond's reminder.

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

Only 'win-win', 'Temple' will take action!

So please be careful!

because……

They may well have prepared the real killer.

Recalling Eddmond's words in his mind, Avante took a slow breath, just as he slowed down his tone before, slowly.

Then, he walked towards the 'God' in front of him.

His voice became clear.

"The gods are already dusk."

"Dawn belongs to mortals."

Looking at Avante who was approaching, the so-called 'God' smiled.

"Without the guidance of the gods, how can mortals survive the long dark night?"

"bring it on!"

"bring it on!"

"Return to our arms!"

"Let us guide you to the true 'paradise'."

As he said that, he borrowed the body of the Pope's close minister and opened his arms, as if to welcome Avante.

Evante laughed too.

"So, 'Ye Owl' appeared!"

"'Night Owl' spreads its wings at night!"

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

Clang!

As soon as the voice fell, Avonte's long sword was unsheathed.

There is no sword energy, and there is nothing earth-shattering.

It's just an ordinary slash.

Then, put the sword back into its sheath.

An ordinary swordsman can do it after a year of practice, and he can even pull out a beautiful sword flower when he is scabbard, which deserves a lot of prizes.

That so-called 'god' can devour thousands of such swordsmen in an instant.

But now, all he had left was to bow his head.

Look at his broken body.

The earth is healed.

He is broken.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

He hesitated and wondered.

Avante calmly and with the same tone of voice said what he thought, what he believed in, the sword that should have appeared——

"Cut across."