Although Jason's mouth has been opened to the extreme, it is unrealistic to swallow the entire rock cube in one gulp.
He can only swallow the entire rock cube in three parts.
Crunch, crunch.
The rock cube smeared with honey is extremely sweet in the mouth, and then it tastes a bit more creamy. If the taste of cream is unforgettable, then the cream added with 'sweet' is full of joy , Jason chewed in big mouthfuls, but unfortunately he couldn't swallow. Although his stomach was extremely strong, he still couldn't digest things like rocks and steel bars.
After chewing it a dozen times, Jason spit out the residue.
The joy of eating delicious food is on his face.
[Swallowing Crime and Punishment, Ark (fragment)!]
[Physical strength, energy, and injuries are recovered to an excess level!]
[Saturation +200!]
[Saturation: 360]
[Excitement of eating +3]
[Eating Excitement: 7]
…
"I died 50 times before?"
Jason suddenly realized that he just died too fast and too many times, too many for Jason to record.
However, the previous satiety of 310 points and the increase of 200 points now, the satiety of 360 points are visible.
Jason once again felt that if he had a tombstone every time he died, it would be a big step forward to circle the earth at a certain distance.
Then, Jason was attracted by [Eating Excitement].
3 points!
This number was one point more than Jason expected.
According to his original calculation, the strange and crazy man was 1 point, and the rock cube was 1 point.
And now it's 3 o'clock.
Is it because the latter digested the former and some wonderful reactions occurred
Or is it 3 points after adding the two together
If it is the former, naturally there is nothing to say, but if it is the latter...
"Accumulate 'food', and then swallow it?"
Jason frowned.
For Jason at this stage, it is not difficult to restrain his 'hunger'.
But that's only for most common foods, and it's quite difficult for 'food' in the real sense.
Not to mention, accumulate 'food'.
Just thinking about that feeling made Jason feel extremely tormented.
However, this did not prevent Jason from preparing to do it.
Because, Jason knew that this was also a process he had to restrain his 'hunger'.
Maybe…
Can I make some jerky
Jason thought silently, and looked at the total number of [Eating Excitement].
7 o'clock!
It takes 8 points to improve [Protection from Evil]!
It's still 1 o'clock!
As long as there is 1 point of [Eating Excitement], he can raise the [Protection from Evil] to the master level!
Master class!
Just looking at the prefix, Jason can guess.
It must be the first level that produces a qualitative change!
Now he is only one point away from this level!
Goal is almost done!
Even Jason couldn't help showing a smile. He stood up and slapped the dust off his body. However, he didn't leave right away. Instead, he went into a nearby house to look for clothes he could wear.
During the battle just now, most of his clothes had already been damaged, the only remaining coverings and a few leather pockets were only protecting his vitals, but he still felt cool while walking.
Tall and muscular, Jason is destined to find it difficult to find clothes that fit him, so he can only choose selectively.
In the end, he found a large pair of overalls in a butcher shop, but he couldn't find a suitable top. He could only choose a leather apron that butchers used when cutting meat.
After rinsing it with water, Jason put the apron on his upper body directly. He glanced at the old blood stains and filth on it. Jason raised his eyebrows. He hoped to wash it again, but time did not allow it!
hum!
On the outskirts of the northwest of Angcheng, a sharp sword intent soared into the sky.
"Have you started yet?"
Sensing such sharpness, Jason took a deep breath, picked up the mask and put it on slowly.
Not 'Night Owl'!
It was Jason's hockey mask that belonged to him.
Avent's sword intent is not only for fighting, but also telling them: the plan is going well, let's start the next step!
After a slight adjustment, the ice hockey mask quickly calmed Jason down. He raised his hand and drew out the machete with a broad blade and short handle. The sharp blade reflected his mask under the moonlight.
Under the moonlight, the hockey mask looked cold, and Jason's eyes were even colder.
He looked at the position where the sword intent was soaring.
He sensed the distortion that was constantly struggling under the sharp sword intent.
Behind the mask came calm, murderous words—
"The world is filthy 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 night owl mask, he was startled immediately.
Immediately, he stopped loudly.
"stop!"
"You blasphemer!"
Accompanied by such words, a white radiance stained with blood appeared in his hands, and this radiance condensed in his hands, turning into a long sword in the breath.
The tip of the sword pointed directly at the 'Night Owl' in front of him.
The holy brilliance immediately enveloped this 'Night Owl', and huge pressure fell from the sky like a mountain peak.
However, for this 'Night Owl', such pressure seemed to be non-existent.
He continued to move forward.
"stop!"
The pope's close minister stopped again with a shout, and then he slashed out with a sword.
The distance between the two sides was more than ten meters, but when the sword was slashed out, a scarlet light shot directly from the white and slightly blood-stained long sword, like sword energy and secret art.
Moreover, the speed is fast.
In the blink of an eye, he came to this 'Night Owl'.
The eyes behind the mask of 'Night Owl' couldn't help squinting at this attack method that looked like sword energy and secret technique.
Snapped!
The scarlet light shattered like porcelain dropped to the ground.
A faint smell of blood began to permeate the surroundings.
"With the help of too much external force, your sword...is not sincere enough."
Avent said slowly.
"It's a good sword that can kill you!"
"You can block 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, hundreds of scarlet rays of light appeared, mixed with a strong smell of blood, and, in the scarlet rays of light, distorted faces loomed.
They stare at Avant.
The eyes are resentful, full of hatred and killing intent.
Ordinary people will shudder as long as they are watched.
Avent is calm and composed.
Moreover, he still has the leisure to observe these scarlet rays of light.
After a moment, the 'jugger master' nodded.
"So that's how it is."
"Sacrificing lives and distorting souls... Sure enough, this is the consistent practice of the 'temple'."
Avent said.
"So what if you find out?"
"You are now surrounded by hundreds of 'nihilation'!"
The pope's close minister sneered.
His forehead was dripping with sweat, obviously, using hundreds of 'Nirience' was quite a burden for him.
"'Death'?"
Avent was taken aback when he heard the name, then shook his head.
Although there were no words, the eyes had already expressed his thoughts.
Not worthy!
The attack method in front of him is a mixture of sword energy, secret art and other products, which is not worthy of being called 'Nirvana'.
"snort!"
The pope's close minister snorted coldly and stopped talking.
Hundreds of sword qi, which he thought were 'quiet', rushed towards Avent with bursts of sharp howls from unjust souls.
An invisible howl spread out, and the frightened birds in the distance fell to the ground one by one without making a sound, and the insects that were hiding deep in the ground were also stiff.
A breath similar to plunder appeared in the 'nihilation'.
Their scarlet light became more and more dazzling.
And the pope's close ministers are also in the scope of such plunder.
The originally plump face was drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, he didn't care.
He wants to watch Avent die!
Baidao'Niril' must be able to kill Avent!
The pope's confidants are very firm.
Then-
Clap clap!
The hundreds of 'Nirvana' that flew to Avent's body were shattered one after the other.
The shattering sound was like slaps in the face of the pope's close ministers one after another.
Not only did it hurt, but it made him unbelievable.
"impossible!"
"The Pope has said it!"
"As long as Baidao's 'Nirvana', it will definitely kill you!"
The pope's close minister roared.
"He was right."
"Baidao'Ni Mie' can indeed kill me, but it's just me before."
"Me now?"
"It's a little bit worse."
"but… "
Avant spoke with the same tone, but before he finished speaking, he stopped.
He slightly adjusted his standing posture, and looked at the Pope's closest ministers in front of him.
The other party, who was still emotional just now, became silent at this time, and his breath was even more obscure, and a trace of distortion that did not belong to the world appeared on the other party's body.
Snapped!
Where the opponent was standing, the ground beneath his feet was broken.
Not broken in the traditional sense.
It's similar to a mirror being smashed, except for cracks.
Or…
The space is broken.
"Hey, nice offering."
"I feel you... delicious."
The pope's closest minister spoke.
It was impossible to tell whether the voice was male or female, or whether it was holy or dirty.
There is only one twist.
Standing on the broken ground, this distortion began to grow rapidly, as if it was going to infect the whole world.
Avent looked at this scene, not stingy with his praise.
"So that's how it is."
"Relying on these conditions in front of me, I actually completed the 'sentence'!"
"It's amazing!"
However, there is admiration, but there is no more surprise.
Ever since he appeared here, Avant had roughly guessed what he would encounter, not to mention Edmond's reminder.
The cooperation between Lawrence and the 'Sanctuary' must be a win-win situation!
Only 'win-win', 'temple' will make a move!
So please be careful!
because…
They may well have a real killer weapon ready.
Recalling Edmond's words in his mind, Avant took a breath slowly, just as he slowed down his tone before, slowly.
Then, he stepped towards the 'God' in front of him.
His voice became clear.
"The gods are already dusk."
"Dawn belongs to mortals."
Seeing Avant approaching, the so-called 'God' smiled.
"Without the guidance of the gods, how can mortals survive the long night?"
"bring it on!"
"bring it on!"
"Return to our embrace!"
"Let us guide you to the real 'paradise'."
As he spoke, he borrowed the body of the pope's close minister and opened his arms, as if to welcome Avent.
Avent laughed too.
"So, 'Night Owl' appeared!"
"'Night owl' spreads its wings at night!"
"Under the wings of 'Night Owl'...all are sheltered by mortals!"
Clang!
As soon as the words fell, Avent's long sword was unsheathed.
There is no sword energy, let alone anything earth-shattering.
It's just an ordinary slash with a sword.
Then, put the sword back into its sheath.
An ordinary swordsman can do it after practicing for a year, and even pull out a beautiful sword flower when sheathing, which deserves all the applause.
That so-called 'god' can swallow thousands of such swordsmen in an instant.
But now, all he has left is to bow his head.
Look at his broken body.
The earth healed.
He is broken.
"What kind of sword technique is this?"
He hesitated, surprised.
Avant calmly, with a still tone of voice, said what he thought, firmly believed, and the sword that should appear—
"Horizontal cut."