Chapter 927: Integration

The place where Biyangde's team is located is the 2nd floor of the B.W, and most of the combat teams of the Transit Bureau are located on the 3rd floor of the B.W.

The terrifying aura seeping through the ceiling made every person with the ability to think in B.W feel it.

In a luxurious room, Biyangde and his teammates were silently looking at the ceiling.

Many puzzled, puzzled, and strange eyes were slowly revealed.

From that breath, they felt the danger, but they didn't know what happened on the upper floor.

"Is it a battle of succession?"

Pariston looked at Billand who was drinking a small drink, as if Billard who had been staying on the second floor would know what happened.

On the other hand, the other people in the room also shifted their gazes to Bi Yangde, as if they wanted to get an answer.

"Don't worry about it, don't care about it."

Biyangde did not answer Pariston's question, but let them leave it alone.

Paristone nodded slightly when he heard the words. Since Biyangde said so, it means that this breath will not affect them, or in other words, it will not threaten them.

It is enough for him to know this.

When the others heard Bi Yangde's words, their moods stabilized.

Biyangde put down the small wine glass, and the woman beside him saw this and skillfully poured the wine for Biyangde.

"It doesn't matter who survives."

Bi Yangde looked down at the clear liquid in the glass.

He cooperated with Ka Jin, but each had what he needed.

He needs the influence of Kajin, a big country that can make V5 be wary, and what Kajin needs is his appeal as the son of Netero.

Therefore, the final outcome of the succession battle has nothing to do with him.

The ship will eventually reach the imaginary continent, and from there they will eventually set off for the dark continent.

"However, I hope you are the one who survives."

Bi Yangde drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

The "you" in his heart is the twice-cooked meat with which he has a cooperative relationship.

.........

No. B.W, 1st floor.

The flames of thought power at the front of the thirteen coffins were burning fiercely all the time.

In the coffin, the faces of the princes were deeply immersed in the white smoke, and their faces were extremely serene.

Pale face, pale hands, pale flames of thought power.

the color of death...

On the ground covered with strange patterns, blood poured out a pair of wings to the left and right sides like splashed ink, and in the middle of the wings, Benjamin knelt on his knees, with his head hanging down, buried deep in his chest.

tick.

Strands of blood slid down his face, gathered at his chin, and then fell to the ground drop by drop like a faucet that could not be turned off tightly.

The twice-cooked pork was standing a few meters in front of him.

At this moment, Twice Cooked Rou looked at Benjamin, who was kneeling on the ground with his head deeply buried, and said, "I'm sorry, but I'm also very relieved."

Benjamin's drooping head moved slightly, and then he raised his head with difficulty, only to see that his eyes were bloody holes, and his eyes didn't know where to go.

He stared at the twice-cooked pork with a pair of empty eyes full of blood,

With the blood-stained mouth slightly opened, only a low whining sound could be made.

Because, a blood hole was ripped out of his throat, and blood was gurgling.

Can't see, can't speak.

However, Benjamin could imagine Twice Cooked Rou's expression at the moment.

That must be... a calmness that is not disturbed by any external objects.

Failed, but no one to blame.

What I want to blame is only my own lack of ability.

This was Benjamin's real thought when he was about to die. Before his strength finally passed away, it remained in his mind. Apart from unwillingness, it was the overwhelming power displayed by twice-cooked pork.

"It's a complete failure."

Benjamin lowered his head slowly.

The strength he had left was no longer enough to support him to hold his head up.

"Click!"

Suddenly there was the sound of the hard shell being crushed, followed by the sound of the flesh being chewed.

Benjamin knew that it was the sound of his [Dead Lip] being swallowed by the [Spider Mother] of twice-cooked meat.

"It's over here, my... journey that hasn't started yet..."

The voice heard by the ear gradually became ethereal, as if it was gradually going away.

The last sliver of strength was ruthlessly lost.

Benjamin was dead, dead on his knees.

Twice Cooked Rou's eyes moved away from Benjamin, and fell on the Spider Mother behind him.

Click, click...

The spider mother's several pairs of arthropods grasped the dead lip with only half of her body left, her mouth full of sharp teeth opened left and right, biting off the hard shell and flesh of the dead lip one by one.

The twice-cooked meat did not disturb the spider mother's devouring, and moved Benjamin's body to the last coffin.

Compared with the serene faces of the other thirteen princes, Benjamin's appearance was very tragic.

Having reached the last step, Twice Cooked Rou didn't have the time to sort out Benjamin's remains.

The translucent glass lid on the coffin was slowly closed.

Twice Cooked Rou looked at Benjamin's face blurred by the cold air, and said calmly: "As my best son, you have done a good job."

call out!

The circular pattern on the front part of the bottom of the coffin suddenly burst into a raging flame of thought power, which was stronger than that of other princes, and the two were not at the same level at all.

Twice-cooked meat shifted his gaze to the flame of thought power that bloomed behind Benjamin's death, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and said solemnly: "You are all Kajin's indispensable cornerstones, very good, very good."

After finishing speaking, the twice-cooked meat turned around and walked towards the spider mother.

At this time, the spider mother had already eaten the corpse of the dead lip, leaving only one sole of her foot.

Perhaps it was because of the twice-cooked pork coming over, it stuffed the soles of its feet into its stomach without even chewing.

Twice-cooked meat glanced at it, and then went straight to the central instrument where the strange lines gathered together.

The spider mother turned into thoughts and returned to the body of the twice-cooked meat.

Twice-cooked pork came to the instrument, and there was a hint of expectation on the fat face.

Heirs can have as many children as they want.

call!

The door of the instrument opened suddenly, and white smoke came out.

The twice-cooked pork stepped through the white smoke and walked into the instrument.

Then, the double doors that had just been opened slowly closed again.

The whole room fell silent at this moment, and the atmosphere became weird.

Fourteen coffins, fourteen corpses, and fourteen flames of thought power.

The instrument located in the center of the room did not make any sound, but the bottom was filled with lingering white smoke.

Suddenly, the flames of thought power burning out of thin air on the circular lines seemed to be deflated balloons, shrunk in the blink of an eye, and then seemed to be sucked in by a small hole in the ground, following the lines on the floor, converging towards it from all directions. The instrument in the center of the room.

Soon after, all the psychic flames passed through the lines and penetrated into the instrument.

However, there was still no sound from the instrument, and there was only deathly silence in the entire room.

Five minutes later, the door of the instrument suddenly opened.

The twice-cooked pork came out of the white smoke.

His appearance and figure didn't change much, but the aura that surged on his body reached an astonishing level.

Ten people, or the combined strength of twenty people?

At the same time, the spider mother emerged from the back of the cooked flesh, but her appearance changed drastically, exuding a terrifying aura.

"The little mice down there are quite lively."