I'm also trying to survive today [Western Fantasy]

Chapter 141 Devour

"Are you ready to offer your sacrifices?" The Goddess of West Asia raised his mouth slightly, and looked at the crowd below with a slightly playful look.

The bearded leader nodded silently, and then placed the treasures he had prepared on the altar.

They hadn't harvested a few days ago, but they were lucky enough to catch a white tiger cub on the last day. This cub was probably abandoned by its parents. When it was brought back, it was skinny and bony. He took his last breath. Thanks to Julian’s advanced healing potion, this little tiger’s life was saved. Therefore, it was very close to Julian. Abel couldn’t help complaining in his heart. You little heartless one, I worked so hard to bring you up from the trap...

The little tiger is still very young, and it is not very eye-catching on the altar. At first glance, I thought it was a kitten, but a tiger is a tiger, even if it is just a cub, it does not lack the aura of roaring mountains and forests. I wonder if I felt it on the altar. What, this little tiger raised its head, and let out a slightly immature growl towards the place where God West Asia was.

"It's interesting." The God of West Asia sneered, didn't say whether the sacrifices they offered passed the test, and turned to pay attention to the other people.

Through the screen next to the God of West Asia, Julian could clearly see the scene of other people offering sacrifices.

As Abel said, most of them chose living sacrifices, and the targets were men and women. Those people were tied to the altar and tortured and killed in some unimaginable ways.

Julian couldn't help turning his face away, and suppressed the churning of his stomach. This disgusting cruelty made him feel murderous, this kind of god shouldn't exist!

Julian also noticed that a few people who came with them were also among the group of people, but compared to those who did it, their faces were very ugly, and they obviously couldn't accept this result.

The God of West Asia smiled, and there was a kind of condescending arrogance in his eyes. In his eyes, all the people in front of him were like his dolls, controlled by him, watching these people gradually become what he wanted Look, this feeling is simply incomparably wonderful.

Julian felt chills in his heart, because he also saw that when some people tortured and killed those "sacrifices", they had the same smiles on their faces as the Gods of West Asia. This kind of way of not brainwashing but better than brainwashing makes people shudder.

After watching everyone's sacrifice process, it was finally time for the God of West Asia to make a decision. His fingers swiped across the screens one by one. Whenever his fingers pointed in their direction, those people couldn't help but their hearts beat faster. Fear of being chosen as a victim of this competition.

"You still have you, the way you sacrificed is very creative." The two groups pointed at by the God of West Asia were overjoyed, and they felt that they would definitely not lose this competition, but they did not expect the God of West Asia to continue: "It's a pity The most important thing is...you guys are very creative, I have seen it before, so...you are the first and second from the bottom respectively."

When he said these words, the God of West Asia had an obvious expression of gloating, as if he was very happy with this result.

"No..." The faces of the group of people turned pale immediately, but before they could plead for mercy, God West Asia twisted his fingers, and their bodies shattered into pieces as if weathered.

The rest of them gasped and couldn't help looking at God West Asia with horrified eyes.

The God of West Asia smiled maliciously, and his fingers were also moving back and forth across several screens. Every time he pointed to a certain screen, the people there would stop breathing nervously, as if they would suffocate to death in the next second.

"This countdown is No. 3..." West Asia God said softly, his fingers flashed in front of Julian and the others, and then stopped at the next door under the tense eyes of several people. "It's you. Although your sacrifice is very creative, it's too disgusting."

The God of West Asia was as willful as ever, and with a twist of his fingers, the man turned into fly ash.

Julian's eyes flickered, and he lowered his eyelids slowly. Among these people, except for Abel and Owen, I am afraid that no one would notice that the seemingly random choice of the God of West Asia was actually purposeful. The three chosen by him Among the gang, at least two-thirds showed smiles similar to those of the God of West Asia during the massacre just now.

It is not difficult to know from Owen's mouth that it takes a lot of time to completely shape a person's soul into what he wants. Those people just now may have some charm of the West Asian God, but they are the same as him Still a long way to go!

Julian lowered his head, thinking quickly in his mind why the God of West Asia would do this?

The final conclusion is that the God of West Asia is in a hurry!

He guessed that the God of West Asia must have limitations in controlling so many people, such as those four dining tables!

If God of West Asia needs it, why doesn't he increase the number of tables?Unless - he can't do it!

If the number of people that the God of West Asia can control is limited, then it is understandable that he is eager for quick success. With so many people coming in this time, the God of West Asia just wants to take this opportunity to collect all the souls he needs at once. It took time, in order to attract as many people as possible, he had to devour the souls of those who had already achieved certain results, so as to make room for newcomers.

Julian felt that if he guessed correctly, the God of West Asia would definitely add members to the previously vacated table when he went back this time, just like they did back then.

This time the game ended like this, Julian and the others passed the level smoothly, and then returned to the restaurant.

Julian noticed that there was one less table in the restaurant, and although the God of West Asia was still sitting at the top of the crowd with that joking expression, he was sensitively aware that the God of West Asia seemed to have a little... …weak?

Could it be... he needs to consume a lot of energy when devouring the soul?

"System, do you feel it?" He asked the system in a low voice.

"Yes." The system gave an affirmative answer.

Yes!This West Asian god is much worse than those strong men in ancient times. He is just a combination of divine thoughts and energy. How can he not pay a little price if he wants to devour a complete soul?

There is no better opportunity than now!

Julian quickly winked at Owen and Abel, then stood up, and said loudly, "Your Excellency, God of West Asia, I have something to offer you."

"Huh?" West Asia looked over with a smile that was not a smile, and neither reprimanded nor rejected Julian's actions.

The people at the tables next to him were stunned by Julian's actions. When they recovered, many of them cursed a sycophant in their hearts, and then secretly annoyed, why didn't they think of this trick before!

Julian held his breath, stood up slowly, took out a box from his arms, and walked slowly towards the God of West Asia.

The sound of his footsteps was very harsh in the quiet room, and every step seemed to be stepping on someone else's heart, making everyone nervous.

At this moment, everyone is paying attention to Julian, whether he can successfully dedicate things to the God of West Asia.

There was a faint smile on Julian's face. Holding the box in both hands, he walked steadily with every step. He knew that he only had one chance. If he failed, his little life might not be saved.

The God of West Asia just looked at him quietly like that, the smile on the corner of his mouth was ironic no matter how he looked at it, he didn't seem to worry about what Julian would do, obviously he had absolute confidence in his own strength.

Julian lowered his eyes slowly, he was betting on the other party's self-confidence, as long as there is more of this thing, it will become arrogant, and this is his chance.

In the end, Julian won the bet, and the God of West Asia may have seen through his malicious intentions, but because of his self-confidence, he did not kill him from a distance.

Julian finally approached the God of West Asia, and offered the box with both hands, God of West Asia laughed suddenly: "You are so interesting, I want to see what exactly you gave me."

As he said that, he opened the box without hesitation, Julian's heart was beating violently, and he watched the God of Western Asia provocatively take out the bottle of potion, and then—the potion bottle exploded.

"Do it!" Julian roared, and the voice didn't seem to come from his own throat.

Owen and Abel were already prepared, and they moved their hands together when the God of West Asia took out the bottle.

The mist produced by the bursting of the bottle instantly enveloped the God of West Asia, God of West Asia did not expect that a bottle of potion could do such tricks, and was sprayed all over his face by surprise.

What's more unlucky is that he never thought that Julian would be so lucky to find such a thing as bini grass. This bini was also a very rare monster in ancient times. Who would have thought that it would happen in the small world he raised There happened to be such a one?

After being sprayed all over his face with the potion made from bini grass, the God of West Asia was undoubtedly hit. The effect of the potion was not as good as Julian imagined. The God of West Asia had indeed fallen into a strange state of lethargy. But his own defense was not completely let go, Owen and Abel's attacks could not cause him any damage at all.

"Wait until I... wake up... you... will all die!" God West Asia said these words intermittently before falling into a deep sleep.

The rest of the people were stunned by the sudden change, but after hearing this sentence, they came to their senses. They looked at each other and rushed towards the God of West Asia in unison. The pressure exerted on them by the God of Western Asia finally broke out, and they no longer want to live that kind of life like ants!

"Just keep him under control!" Julian yelled quickly when he saw that the crowd's attacks couldn't cause any damage to God West Asia.

Everyone was taken aback and looked at each other, but hesitated whether to listen to him or not.

"Listen to me! I have a trump card to deal with him!!" Julian couldn't explain it, he could only be vague, but he didn't expect his statement to be agreed by other people.

After all, he was the one who took out the potion that could stun the God of West Asia. It is not unbelievable to say that he has a way to kill the God of West Asia.

In this way, in order to prevent the God of West Asia from making any changes, Abel and Owen joined forces to firmly suppress the God of West Asia. Julian followed the system's instructions and tightly held the arm of the God of West Asia.

"Get ready to start." The system reminded lightly.

Julian was still wondering why the system had to say such a word, and felt a heat flow from the body of the Western God into his body, and then went straight to the top of his head along the veins.

In an instant, he felt as if his brain was about to explode, as if something wanted to penetrate into his mind and stir his brain into a pot of porridge.

"Hold on," the system instructed.

Julian really wants to yell, why don't you insist on one, let me see!

The system said indifferently: "We are absorbing a god now, even if there is a ray of remnants left behind, he is still a god. If you want to devour a god, how can you not pay a price? I don't need to tell you the truth of seeking wealth and insurance, right?"

Julian's face twitched in pain: "...You can do it, I just want to know how long this will hurt!"

"It won't be long. Believe me, as long as you persevere, what you can get will definitely exceed your expectations." The system remained calm.

After hearing the system's answer, Julian was not happy at all. Not only was he unhappy, but he also wanted to scold others. He was in pain and wanted to roll all over the floor, but he didn't know what was going on. He couldn't move, so he could only bear the weight A sharp pain.

Owen, who didn't know what happened, saw that Julian, who had been fine, suddenly fell down. Not only did he fall down, but the skin all over his body exploded, and blood flowed out.

"Julian!" Owen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he let out a cry.

Julian was about to go crazy in pain, but when he heard Owen's weeping, his mind suddenly calmed down.

No... no, I can't die!

Owen is so promiscuous, if he dies, wouldn't it be cheaper for others?

As long as he thinks that after he is gone, another man will sleep with Owen, Julian finds it unbearable, even for this he has to persevere!

Julian, who was lying on the ground bleeding, opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed Owen's arm, and said sadly: "You are mine when you are alive, and my ghost when you die. If you dare to speak to other men/ Lang, I won't let you go even if I die!"

Owen: ...

Owen's almost crying expression froze on his face at once, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing. If Julian's situation was not so miserable at this time, he might have murderous intentions.

He didn't dare to turn his head to look at the expressions of other people, he felt that all his life's face was lost today!

"Say! You won't flirt with other men!" But at this moment, Julian didn't stop, grabbing his hand and insisting that he swear that he would spend the rest of his life with him, even if he died, he would not change his mind.

Owen gritted his teeth. Seeing that he was seriously injured, he—— nodded, as if he had fooled this fool who was no longer clear-headed.

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Huh... The 4000-word chapter finally got the God of West Asia done.

System: ... hiccup!Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

I don't know what the hell is 20 bottles; 2 bottles of blue cherry;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!