Chapter 622

If You Don't Eat It, I Will

Boom!

Dripping flesh and blood shattered in mid-air. That nightmare-like Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, mixed in the red rain, fell powerlessly onto the blood sea tide.

Seeing this scene, the red-robed bishop, who had already dried up like a skeleton wrapped in skin, stayed in place for several seconds before collapsing powerlessly to the ground. His eyes stared blankly at the sky, seeming to have not yet walked out of the shadow from just now.

The red rain fluttered and shattered, and the world fell into a dead silence at this moment.

"...Dead?" Jack of Clubs saw this scene in the distance, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Not dead." Jian Changsheng shrugged calmly. "Just watch, in less than a dozen seconds, he's going to come back."

"The person is entirely blown to pieces, can he still live?"

"Do you understand the gold content of Six of Hearts? Dead or alive, it's all just show effect..."

...

"That monster... finally dead?"

"Just who exactly is he?"

"I don't know, but the two bishops of the Scarlet Heaven Cult seem very afraid of him... If it weren't for him, the ritual would probably have really attracted the 'World-Ending' over."

"So is he friend or foe?"

"The person is dead, does it still matter if he's friend or foe?"

"..."

Several Floating Life Painting members who rushed to the scene rescued their surviving companions in the blood pool. From the corner of their eyes, they still occasionally glanced in the direction where Chen Ling exploded just now, with lingering fear.

"Lord, that bishop is still alive. Do we take him alive or kill him directly?" A Floating Life Painting member came to Yang Muquan's side and pointed at the red-robed bishop whose breath was weak like gossamer in the distance and asked. Two Floating Life Painting members were already approaching there.

"Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost Mockery Abyss... King of No-Phase who Mocks Fate... Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost Mockery Abyss... King of No-Phase who Mocks Fate..."

Even though Chen Ling was dead, the numerous Shadow Centipede offspring didn't stop chanting. They continued to prostrate respectfully in the blood pool, their voices instead becoming more resonant than before!

Yang Muquan was still frowning at that Great Crimson Theatrical Robe at this moment. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed!

"Wait... tell them to come back!!"

The two Floating Life Painting members who were walking over there stopped their movements simultaneously and looked back in puzzlement.

Whoosh——

A breeze blew past, stirring up ripples on the blood sea.

That Great Crimson Theatrical Robe fluttered in the wind. The shattered flesh and blood covering the ground seemed to be guided by something, sweeping under the Theatrical Robe from all directions. Faintly, it actually outlined the flesh and blood contour of a human body!

"This is..."

A look of horror surfaced in everyone's eyes!

[Audience Expectation Value -50]

[Current Expectation Value: 34%]

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[Audience Expectation Value +3]

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The red-robed bishop didn't see this scene.

He propped his hands on the ground, trembling as he climbed up from the blood pool. Exhausting the last bit of strength in his body, he walked towards the distance step by step...

Of course he knew that with his current self, it was absolutely impossible to leave here alive. With his current level of weakness, any Floating Life Painting member could subdue him without using their Divine Path.

The only thing he could do was to find himself a clean and swift way to die... In short, as long as he didn't die at the hands of [Mockery], it was fine!

Their Scarlet Heaven Cult survived in the Gray World, so no one understood Calamities or "World-Ending" better than they did. The red-robed bishop would rather be stomped to death by the [Cessation] Calamity than become a ghost under the hands of the [Mockery] Calamity... Only a very small number of people in this world knew that dying at the hands of the [Mockery] Calamity would result in something more despair-inducing than death itself.

The red-robed bishop knew very well in his heart that it was absolutely impossible for the [Mockery] Calamity to die so easily, so he had to kill himself as soon as possible...

Before it took the stage again.

The red-robed bishop staggered a few steps, and finally saw the Bone-Stripping Knife fallen in the blood pool. A hint of joy flashed across his eyes.

He immediately bent down and picked up this knife. His withered and thin arms gripped the hilt tightly, pointing the blade in reverse towards his own throat. Then he took a deep breath and stabbed forward fiercely!

The next moment, a dry branch hit his Adam's apple, crisply breaking into two pieces.

The red-robed bishop's pupils contracted abruptly!

"Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost Mockery Abyss... King of No-Phase who Mocks Fate... Scarlet Sovereign of the Ghost Mockery Abyss..."

The rising and falling chanting echoed in the red-robed bishop's ears.

He trembled all over and turned his head with difficulty, only to see a young man wearing a Great Crimson Theatrical Robe holding a Bone-Stripping Knife, standing behind him like a ghost.

His body was too clean. His hair, fingertips, skin, and the hem of his Theatrical Robe were not stained with a single trace of blood. Like a vermilion flower that emerges unstained from the mud, he stood quietly in the sighing gale...

"Sorry, my table manners were a bit unsightly just now." The handsome young man smiled slightly,

"However, there is still a little bit of fragrance on your body... the last little bit."

The Bone-Stripping Knife danced at his fingertips, and the next moment, it pierced into the red-robed bishop's chest.

The red-robed bishop's body jerked violently!

Under his extremely horrified gaze, scarlet blood flowed down the blade to the ground. He watched with his own eyes as the edge cut open his flesh little by little, exposing his chest cavity to the air.

A heart holding the last bit of Red Star Aura was beating silently inside.

A clean, slender palm reached into the red-robed bishop's chest cavity, and then slowly stretched out. Deep red jade-like nectar dripped along his fingertips, and a fresh and tender Peach was already gripped in his hand.

Holding the Peach, Chen Ling smiled slightly at the red-robed bishop,

"Are you going to eat it? If you don't eat it, I will..."

The red-robed bishop stared blankly at this scene, his pale lips trembling slightly, unable to utter a single word.

Chen Ling brought the tip of his nose to the Peach and sniffed it gently. This plump Peach should be fully ripe, exuding a faint strange fragrance that drilled into Chen Ling's nasal cavity.

He opened his lips and sucked lightly. This Peach turned into a faint red mist and drilled into the corner of his mouth, swallowed into his stomach.

Intoxication surfaced again in Chen Ling's eyes. He subconsciously licked his lips. Who knows if it was because of the Peach, his lips were increasingly bright red, as if painted with a layer of rouge, carrying a deadly aesthetic appeal.

The red-robed bishop opened his mouth, but could only let out horrified whimpers. After staggering backwards for two steps, he stiffly fell into the blood pool, already lacking breath.

"Thank you for the meal." Chen Ling said with a smile.

Woo woo woo——

The sighing wind blew across the blood sea. Everyone around who saw this scene with their own eyes stayed in place like statues.

Even Jian Changsheng was shocked by the scene of Chen Ling eating the Peach just now. He trembled wanting to say something, then turned around and lowered his head, dry heaving!

Amidst this suffocating silence, a crisp sound rang out from afar.

"Clap clap clap..."

Numerous Shadow Centipede offspring prostrated on the ground, kneeling in the direction of that Great Crimson Theatrical Robe, as if worshiping their "King"... And among them, a young girl attending in full dress was smiling and clapping her fair hands, like an audience member who had just finished watching a gorgeous performance, unstintingly offering applause!

The sighing wind submerged the horror of the audience,

The Theatrical Robe smiled in the silent blood sea,

The Calamities were worshiping,

The female believer was cheering.