"Yes, isn't this a topic between a homeless stray dog and another homeless stray dog?"
Koth finally raised his eyes and stared at the boy in front of him with murky eyes. "Am I not in awe of your former title? Even if you only held it for less than two days! You still received the courtesy of a pharaoh from me.
Or should I say that a priest who has lost his favor ask for more charity from me? "
The hoarse voice was filled with the fury of the immortals, the shapeshifters, and the demon king. "If you want my respect, perhaps you shouldn't have refused the sacrifice of the snake!
Before you were chased out of that chair, you should have died with honor, instead of dragging out an ignoble existence like a stray dog! "
Amon Messiaes's expression twisted.
It was as if there were countless insects crawling underneath. He had such a handsome face, but at the moment, he was as ferocious as a devil. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth.
"Oh, Koosche, you've really broken my heart."
So, the sphinx raised his eyes and stared at the old man in front of him ferociously.
"Likewise." The old man in the wheelchair looked back indifferently. "If you want to walk off this ship with dignity, don't offend my family anymore, Amon Messiaes.
This is the last warning an incompetent elder brother can give you. "
In the silence, neither of them spoke.
There was only the sound of whining in the distance.
After a long time, Amon Messiaes's expression finally calmed down.
"Very well."
He took a step back and said in a cold voice, "Sphinx, let's go."
He turned and left. The orange cat looked at Koth coldly and disappeared into the corridor with him.
The broken restaurant regained its silence.
Amidst the whining and screaming in the distance, the lonely old man stared at the empty soup bowl on the table and the spoon that had once been the only thing left of countless wealth.
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"Respect?"
Imagine that you were once a pharaoh.
The only agent of God in the world, the manifestation of the soul, the unique god of the human world, and all the glory in the world belonged to you … at least the glory of Egypt belonged to you.
Your glory and greatness are everywhere in the vast land of Africa.
In front of you, people bow their heads, lick your toes in awe, and experience the greatness of your divine might and grace.
Until one day, a slut, a whore, suddenly received the favor of those capricious gods, and this favor was even more than what you received.
Then you lose your power, your honor, your strength, and everything else.
He had even almost lost his precious life in the so-called snake worship.
Falling into the dust.
He was expelled from the country and territory that had once proclaimed how great he was. He was forced to wander in the mud and dust, and had no choice but to live in the same room with those lowly people who reeked of stench.
In order to regain power, you have no choice but to sit in the same boat as those sneaky people who were once worthless in front of him.
These were all sacrifices. In order to achieve a goal, in order to become great again, a little sacrifice needed to be made.
If he could get what he wanted, everything he had lost now would be insignificant.
But now, those lowly commoners are actually asking you to 'work together' with them?
Even asking for 'respect' from you?
"Respect? Respect? Respect? "
Amon Messiah strolled in the corridor covered in blood and muttered to himself. It was hard to tell whether his expression was ferocious or mocking. "An old ghost who is about to die of old age dares to mention this word to me? How dare you … "
The wolf who had lost control roared and pounced forward. Then, it was torn apart by the Sphinx's sharp claws.
In the end, it was swallowed into his stomach.
He chewed it into pieces, tasted it, and spat it on the ground in disgust.
"Meow …" The orange cat, who had long lost its intelligence, turned around and made a sorrowful sound to the Pharaoh.
Amon Messiah was stunned for a moment, and his expression became more and more distorted. His guard, his mount, his symbiote, had been reduced to the extent of having to swallow such a damn thing.
Just like him.
They were all losers who had long been abandoned by this world.
"Don't eat these anymore, Sphinx." He bent down and gently picked it up from the ground, stroking its fur. "I promise, my dear, we will rise again."
"Meow!"
The Sphinx meowed, seemingly understanding.
Amon Messiah pursed his lips, continued forward, and returned to his cabin.
As a noble Pharaoh, even the White Crown King would give him preferential treatment. For example, this luxurious guest room was different from the narrow warehouses of other pariahs. It had a wide bed, and a wine cabinet with soft light.
Back in the room, the Sphinx ran to its food bowl and began to chew the fresh meat in it happily.
"Respect …"
Amon Messiah still could not forget the humiliation he had suffered. He drank the wine soaked in wormwood, put the cup back to its original place, and sat on the chair.
"One day, Kostre, one day …" he murmured hoarsely. "You and your bitch will understand what respect is."
"I don't think you will live to see that day."
A hoarse voice sounded.
Amon Messiah suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice. He saw the figure who pushed the door open and entered.
As if he was seriously ill, he staggered forward, and foul-smelling corpse water dripped from his cloak. He reached out and picked up a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet. After breaking the bottle, he poured it into his mouth under the hood.
The wine dripped from the corner of his mouth or from the hole in his abdomen. It mixed with the rancid liquid and dripped onto the soft carpet, dyeing a large gray stain.
"How dare you!"
Amon Messiah's eyes widened. Without his instructions, the Sphinx jumped up and tore the madman who dared to trespass the Pharaoh's bedroom into pieces.
The broken limbs fell to the ground, and maggots surged in the rotting flesh.
But then, the Sphinx's expression changed.
As if in extreme pain, it convulsed in pain and suddenly opened its mouth to vomit, but nothing came out. It could only scream in pain.
The sound of chewing could be heard coming from the stomach.
Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch …
The crazy beast endured the intense pain and rolled violently, turning the entire luxurious room into a mess. But not long after, it stopped moving.
Only the skin on its abdomen slowly bulged.
It was torn apart from the inside out.
A ferocious face that had been corroded to the bone was revealed.
"This head … can't be used anymore …"
The ferocious face grinned at the Pharaoh. In front of his chest, a large mouth slowly opened and greedily gnawed at the Sphinx's limbs. Inch by inch, the Sphinx's blood, which contained a thin amount of divinity, corroded his body with a sizzling sound.
It ate happily and enjoyed its dinner.
It let out a hoarse moan in the intense pain, and then swallowed happily.
And the three different heads stared blankly at the stiff Pharaoh.
"What the hell is this …"
At that moment, Amon Messiah let out a groan of despair.
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Yin Yan, 20 years old, intern inspector of the Astronomy Association.
He liked singing, dancing, and R … probably.
Maybe he didn't like any of them, who knew?
Anyway, the only thing Huai Shi knew was that when he fought, he really looked like a noob … What was it again?
In short, noob was right!
"In E-Sports, noobs are the original sin!"
Huai Shi flew up and kicked the knife in his hand away. Then, he swung his axe and chopped down on his head. In an instant, bone and flesh separated, and one of Yin Yan's arms flew into the air.
Two seconds ago, when Ai Qing gave the order, the traitor Huai Shi, who was already prepared, launched a backstab.
Don't ask why.
If you ask, you're a traitor.
He raised his hand and fired three arrows in succession.
At such a close distance, within ten steps, the silver arrows would arrive in an instant, but Yin Yan was actually able to dodge …
He really was a traitor!
Huai Shi was furious. You're exposed now, aren't you? If you didn't have a guilty conscience, why would you be so wary of me!
Even if he dodged, there was no chance. Even if he dodged the two arrows at the back, he couldn't dodge the first one. It directly pierced through his chest, leaving a scorched mark.
Yin Yan rolled on the ground and screamed in pain. Then, he turned invisible and disappeared without a trace. Then, Huai Shi saw a charred scar floating in the air, charging straight at him.
Then, the tragic scene just now happened.
It was a complete beating.
Even without relying on the skills and experience in Van Helsing's memory, Huai Shi was beaten back to his original form, and he could still easily make 81 poses with this thing.
"Speaking of which, why did you want to cut him?" Huai Shi asked belatedly.
"Because he has a guilty conscience."
Ai Qing sneered. "Ignoring the flaws in other words, this brother of mine, if he had any good things since he was young, he would definitely hide them well … How could he share them?"
"What if I cut the wrong person?"
"Then I'll cut the wrong person." Ai Qing said coldly, "Anyway, I'm going to cut him down anyway. It's just a little earlier. We won't lose out if we can get the crew list."
Eh! Why are all of you tactical players so dirty!
Huai Shi sighed in his heart and became even more ruthless. After swinging his axe, his left hand pulled out a dagger from his waist and rushed forward with a horizontal sweep. Yin Yan rolled on the ground and crawled into the corridor.
"F * ck, how long are you going to watch!"
Following Yin Yan's scream, hoarse whispers and roars suddenly sounded in the quiet corridor and the quiet rooms on both sides. Dozens of Rampagers in wolf form rushed out from behind the fragile door panels and rushed toward Huai Shi!
"You want to run after offending the demon hunters?!"
Huai Shi raised his hand and fired three more crossbow bolts. It was unknown whether they hit their targets, but a wolf form was already rushing toward him.
"Get lost!"
The axe fell and chopped a dog's head into pieces. Huai Shi kicked the ghost that was still alive and kicking to the side. Then, another Rampager pounced on him.
In the blink of an eye, the corridor was filled with people.
They were all opponents!
"Die!"
Huai Shi held a dagger in his left hand and an axe in his right. With a roar, he turned around and ran.
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