Chapter 224 Blood Net Pupa

The aging moth showed a cruel grin, and the two dark eye sockets seemed to be brewing cunning darkness.

"Hey, little guy, you don't think that two little thieves can distract me, right?"

"Compared to those dispensable appetizers, you are the indispensable and vital main course of this feast!"

"Your extraordinary moth phase seems to contain the ancient sweet flesh and blood, and the secrets of the forest are hidden in it - how can I give up tasting the sweetness in your head!"

The aging moth's torn throat vibrated with hoarse words, and the skinny ghost claws had already tightly grasped the pale moth's knife-holding palm, and the hidden surging moth and cup phase magic power gushed out crazily.

That change and abandonment, that pain and hunger... like a surging sea of ​​blood, it swept towards the pale moth, like a top chef waving all kinds of kitchen utensils, vowing to completely dismember this rare and precious ingredient.

The mottled moth kitchenware easily tore the right palm of the pale moth.

The skin was flawlessly separated from the flesh, which was a thin, crispy and soft pastry.

The thin pastry wrapped the scarlet meat sticks, and the sweet gravy, as fragrant and sweet as red wine, was firmly locked between the pastry and the meat sticks, neither soaking the crispy skin nor affecting the softness and chewiness of the meat sticks.

When this Wellington moth palm fell into the mouth of the aging moth, it was still struggling and twisting wildly, but this panic and panic enriched the taste, as if it still retained its fresh taste when swallowed into the mouth and throat, making the cup chef sweet and intoxicated.

But the cup chef's hunger has not been satisfied because of this. His appetite has been suppressed for too many years, just like Tantalus, who was trapped in hell for deceiving Zeus - his thirst and hunger will never be satisfied until the boulder above his head falls.

The mottled moth kitchenware continued to spread upward along the arm. The hungry appetite was not satisfied by tasting the appetizer, but was stimulated by the unprecedented wonderful taste and became stronger.

The devil of appetite licked the aftertaste left on his lips, his moth wings vibrated with ecstasy, and the endless fire in his stomach burned the ancient moth meat, squeezing out the deep and ancient secrets.

The secret contained the deliciousness that made the moth crazy and intoxicated, making the aging moth feel the chaos of drunkenness rippling in his head.

"So that's it, so that's it! I understand!!!"

The aging moth roared crazily, threw away the useless pale metacarpal bone, used the cleaned finger bones as a throwing weapon, stabbed at the chests of the two attacking black shadows, and stirred the wild heart into a ball of mud with a slight movement.

It ignored the two appetizers that were delivered to its door, and murmured the secret that it had not yet fully understood: "The dead never died..."

"Not enough, not enough, this little flesh and blood is not enough for me to understand this ancient secret!"

"I want more, I need more!!!"

The aging moth suddenly grabbed the retreating pale moth, and the hungry cup chef once again waved the mottled moth kitchen utensils, attacking the strong arms, thick shoulders, soft neck... and the all-important head!

The skin was shattered, the flesh and blood danced wildly, and only the pale bone plate was ruthlessly thrown away and fell on the snow like useless garbage.

The pale moth struggled to flap its wings, but the amplitude and frequency of the vibration of the scaly wings were so weak that it was more like a desperate cry than a struggle.

The yellow and smelly fangs had bitten its carotid artery that flowed with secrets and power, and the sweet and mellow wine poured into the mouth of the aging moth.

The old moth swallowed with big mouthfuls, and dense pink granulations proliferated from the inside of its mouth, extending slender and sharp, like a long flesh tongue, helping it to quickly appreciate the secrets and power in the scarlet wine.

The aging moth vibrated its scaly wings in ecstasy, and the pair of broken and decayed wings gradually detached, and then a new pair of ancient scaly wings protruded from the shoulder blades hideously, and the blood-stained mottled wing bones quickly grew flesh and blood, and the oscillating snow fluttered and drifted like smoke.

Then, two bone blades flashing with fluorescent green cold light pierced into the back of the head and heart of the aging moth, and the sharp blades wrapped in the toxin of abandonment directly smashed into the brain and heart.

These two heavy injuries made the body of the aging moth tremble violently, and the power and knowledge seemed to flow away rapidly along these two gaps.

But what can be done about it? Compared to the blood and flesh in front of me that contain incredible secrets, my meager brain and blood... are simply rotten and useless like garbage!

The skin on its shoulder blades opened up by itself, and its half-formed bone wings fluttered wildly. The wing bones with ferocious edges and corners pierced the chest of the attacking black shadow like sharp blades, and then fluttered away.

The aging moth sucked the sweet secret more and more, but it did not realize that as its blood was lost, it could no longer suppress the young pale moth.

The pale moth, which was originally terrified and stunned, also showed a terrible smile at this moment, buried its head heavily, and ejected its needle-like sharp mouthparts, piercing directly into the newly added gap in the skull.

And the two black shadows that fell backwards finally fell heavily to the ground. The power they had just absorbed was completely exhausted, and the bodies they were living in were already squeezed dry.

The flying black shadows collapsed helplessly, and the faces of the two people were finally revealed. They were the old Leeson and the blacksmith from the town.

The two locals who had tried to stab Watson in the back were met with backlash...but now their facial features were distorted, looking like half-human and half-insect.

They have already felt the expulsion of the waking world and the call of the forest... However, before leaving, they still fluttered their wings slightly, and the message was conveyed with this last power.

"Hehe, Brother Bai Mo, we have successfully completed your mission."

"Thanks to the rib bone blade you left behind and the four powerful delicacies, we were able to complete it so smoothly."

"Next time something fun happens like this, remember to call us!"

The pale moth ignored the message from its friend in the forest. It was greedily absorbing the high-level power. It was engaged in a hungry confrontation with the aging moth...it depends on whether you suck me clean first or I suck it clean first. is you!

On the cliff shrouded in darkness, a silent battle has begun. Countless ugly flesh sprouts proliferate at a terrifying speed, forming a large ball intertwined with a network of scarlet blood, tightly wrapping the two moths, as if they are sealed. The cage is like a cocoon that breeds monsters.

Only the winner can break free from the prison of this blood net, and by then the world will usher in an unprecedented terrifying monster!