Bujand's team was on the second floor of Building B.W., while most of the Ferry Bureau's combat teams were on the third floor.
The terrifying aura that seeped through the ceiling was felt by every telekinesis user in the B.W. building.
In a luxurious room, Bujand and his teammates were looking at the ceiling in silence.
Many puzzled and confused looks gradually appeared on their faces.
They sensed danger from the aura, but they didn't know what was happening on the upper floor.
"Is this the succession battle?"
Paristone looked at Bujand, who was sipping wine, as if Bujand, who had been on the second floor all this time, knew what was going on.
On the other hand, the other people in the room also shifted their gazes to Bi Yang De, as if they wanted to get an answer.
"Don't worry about it."
Bujand didn't answer Paristone's question. Instead, he told them not to worry about it.
Perriston nodded slightly. Since Bi Yang De had said so, it meant that this aura would not affect them. Or rather, it would not threaten them.
That was all he needed to know.
The others calmed down after hearing Bujand's words.
Bujand put down his wine glass. The woman next to him saw this and skillfully poured wine for Bujand.
"It doesn't matter who survives."
Bujand looked down at the clear wine in his glass.
He and Kajen cooperated because they both needed something.
He needed Kajen's influence in a big country to deter the V5 from attacking, while Kajen needed his influence as the son of Nitro.
Therefore, the outcome of the succession battle had nothing to do with him at all.
This ship would eventually arrive at the imaginary continent, and from there, they would depart to the Dark Continent.
"But I hope you will be the one who survives."
Bujand finished the wine in his glass in one gulp.
The "you" he was thinking of was the Twice Cooked Pork that he had a partnership with.
.....
On the first floor.
The psychokinesis flames in front of the thirteen coffins were burning fiercely all the time.
Inside the coffins, the faces of the princes were deeply enshrouded in white smoke, their expressions extremely serene.
His face was pale, his hands were pale, and his telekinetic flames were pale.
The color of death …
On the ground covered with strange patterns, blood spilled like ink to the left and right to form a pair of wings. In the middle of the wings, Bnehamin knelt with his head lowered, buried deep in his chest.
Tick tock.
Strands of blood slid down his face and gathered at his chin. Then, like a faucet that could not be turned off, it dripped to the ground drop by drop.
Twice Cooked Pork was standing a few meters in front of him.
At this moment, Twice Cooked Pork looked at Bnehamin, who was kneeling on the ground with his head deeply buried. He said, "I'm very sorry, but I'm also very relieved."
Bnehamin's lowered head moved slightly. Soon after, he raised his head with great difficulty, only to see that his eyes had become bloody holes and his eyeballs were nowhere to be seen.
He stared at the Twice Cooked Pork with a pair of empty and blood-filled eyes. His blood-stained mouth opened slightly, and he could only let out a low whimper.
This was because, his throat was also torn open with a bloody hole, and blood was gurgling out.
He could not see anything and could not speak.
However, Bnehamin could imagine Twice Cooked Pork's expression at this moment.
That must be … the calmness of not being affected by anything external.
He failed, but he could not blame anyone.
He could only blame himself for not being able to do it.
This was Bnehamin's true thought before he died. Before his strength finally ran out, what remained in his mind, other than his unwillingness, was the overwhelming power displayed by Twice Cooked Pork.
"I've been utterly defeated."
Bnehamin slowly lowered his head.
His remaining strength was not enough to support him to hold his head up.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, the sound of a hard shell being chewed was heard, followed by the sound of flesh being chewed.
Bnehamin knew that it was the sound of his [Dead Lips] being swallowed by Twice Cooked Pork's [Broodmother].
"It's over, my … unstarted … journey …"
The sound in his ears slowly became ethereal, as if it was a sound that was gradually fading away.
The last trace of strength was ruthlessly drained away.
Bnehamin died, kneeling to death.
Twice Cooked Pork's gaze moved away from Bnehamin and fell on the Broodmother behind him.
"Crack, crack …"
The Broodmother's several pairs of appendages caught the remaining half of Dead Lips' body. She opened her mouth full of sharp teeth and bit off the hard shell and flesh of Dead Lips bit by bit.
Twice Cooked Pork did not interrupt the Broodmother's devouring. He moved Bnehamin's body to the last coffin.
Compared to the other thirteen princes' calm faces, Bnehamin's appearance was very tragic.
Twice Cooked Pork had no time to tidy up Bnehamin's body at the last step.
The translucent glass cover on the coffin slowly closed.
Twice Cooked Pork looked at Bnehamin's face, which was blurred by the cold air, and said lightly, "As my best son, you've done a good job."
"Whoosh!"
The circular pattern at the bottom of the coffin suddenly burst into a raging psychokinesis flame, which was stronger than the flame of the other princes. They were not at the same level at all.
Twice Cooked Pork looked at the psychokinesis flame that bloomed after Bnehamin's death. His eyes flashed and he said solemnly, "You are all indispensable cornerstones of Kajen. Very good, very good."
After that, Twice Cooked Pork turned around and walked to the Broodmother.
At this time, the Broodmother had eaten Dead Lips' body, leaving only one foot.
Perhaps because she saw Twice Cooked Pork walking over, she did not even chew and stuffed the foot into her stomach.
Twice Cooked Pork glanced at her and then walked straight to the center of the device where the strange patterns converged.
The Broodmother turned into psychokinesis and returned to Twice Cooked Pork's body.
Twice Cooked Pork came to the front of the device with a trace of expectation on his fat face.
He could have as many children as he wanted.
"Whoosh!"
The door of the device suddenly opened and white smoke came out.
Twice Cooked Pork stepped through the white smoke and walked into the device.
Then, the door that had just opened closed slowly.
The entire room fell silent at this moment, and the atmosphere became strange.
14 coffins, 14 corpses, and 14 psychokinesis flames.
The device in the center of the room did not make any sound, but the bottom of the device was filled with white smoke.
Suddenly, the psychokinesis flame that burned on the circular pattern shrunk in the blink of an eye like a deflated balloon. Then, as if being sucked into a small hole on the floor, the psychokinesis flame flowed from all directions to the device in the center of the room along the pattern on the floor.
Not long after, all of the psychokinesis flames passed through the lines and entered the instrument.
However, the device still did not make any sound. The whole room was dead silent.
Five minutes later, the door of the device suddenly opened.
In the white smoke, Twice Cooked Pork walked out.
His appearance and figure hadn't changed much, but the aura he exuded had reached an astonishing level.
What kind of magnanimity would it be if ten people, or even twenty, gathered together?
At the same time, the Broodmother appeared behind Twice Cooked Pork. Her appearance had changed drastically and she exuded a terrifying aura.
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