The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 1083 The arrogance of the heart
The last traces of the world's afterglow sink into the horizon.

Night is coming.

On the wasteland in front of the dry well, the entire 2.5-dimensional "landscape painting" rippled, spreading out a circle of faint spatial ripples, and then began to merge with the three-dimensional world.

Wang Zikai was unharmed and "walked" out of the landscape painting. He came to Gao Xinxin's side in two or three steps. He raised his head with her and looked at the night sky where the tengu had escaped.

The night wind in the darkness became sad and bleak. After nearly half a minute of silence, Wang Zikai took off his coat and threw it to Gao Xinxin aside.

Gao Xinxin took the big coat, zipped it up, and wrapped it around her petite body, covering it all the way to the top of her knees. Then, the silver-white scales on Gao Xinxin's body slowly faded away, returning to her pure white skin.

"Why let them go? With your speed, you can definitely catch up." Wang Zikai put one hand in his bag, his voice did not change much, but there was a hint of disdain and indifference.

Gao Xinxin curled her lips and said, "I'm not you. There are so many of them, and I might not be able to defeat them if I catch up."

"Just wait for a while. Waiting for me to come out and kill them is not a joke."

Gao Xinxin lightly shrugged: "Aren't you my brother's good brother? How do I know who you are looking for..."

"brush--"

Gao Xinxin didn't react at all. Wang Zikai's hand had already caught Gao Xinxin's small neck and lifted her off the ground.

In Wang Zikai's eyes, Gao Xinxin was as light as a piece of clothing, and his neck was as fragile as a bubble pole.

"Jealous, do I look like a fool? Do you think I don't know that you let Gao Yang go on purpose?"

Gao Xinxin was lifted up by Wang Zikai like a piece of fish on a chopping board, but she showed no fear, with a hint of sad teasing in her smile.

"Arrogance, why are you talking about me? Aren't you also letting yourself off the hook?"

The sullenness on Wang Zikai's face disintegrated little by little. He let go of Gao Xinxin's neck. Gao Xinxin did not fall to the ground, but slowly fell in a floating posture.

Three seconds of silence.

"Damn it, what the hell is this?" Wang Zikai cursed in a low voice.

"Wow!"

Gao Xinxin also covered her face and started crying without any warning.

Wang Zikai was a little stunned. He hesitated for two seconds, took a step forward, held Gao Xinxin in his arms, touched her head with one hand, and patted her back lightly with the other.

"Okay, don't cry. It's a dead beast. What are you talking about?"

Gao Xinxin trembled all over and burst into tears: "Wang Zikai, must I, we, kill Gao Yang..."

"Asking knowingly," Wang Zikai said.

Gao Xinxin suddenly stopped crying. She raised her head, her eyes were dark, and her sad tears instantly turned into blazing flames: "In this case, I will kill him with my own hands!"

Wang Zikai's eyes were cold: "Gao Xinxin, Brother Kai can promise you anything, but not this matter. Gao Yang, let me kill you."

"do not want!"

Gao Xinxin pushed Wang Zikai away hard, took two steps back, and wiped the tears on his face carelessly: "Gao Yang is mine! No one is allowed to snatch it from me! Neither can you!"

"Gao Xinxin, don't make trouble." Wang Zikai lowered his face and said, "My patience is limited."

"I don't care! Gao Yang is mine! No one can take him away!"

Gao Xinxin's body grew scales again. She angrily took off her coat and threw it at Wang Zikai: "Give it back! Who cares about your dirty clothes!"

"high……"

"null--"

Before Wang Zikai could say anything, Gao Xinxin flew away, leaving only the broken ground and a strong wind that ruffled Wang Zikai's blond hair.

Wang Zikai smiled bitterly and sighed slightly.

The blond boy put his hands in his pockets and walked casually to the dry well in the center of the wasteland.

He stepped on the edge of the well, took a look inside, and let out a "tsk" in disgust. "bass--"

Three bone spurs shot out from the back of Wang Zikai's right hand. He scratched his left palm and let the bright red blood drip into the dry well.

In less than ten seconds, the wound on his left palm healed.

"Buzzing—"

Wang Zikai turned and left, and at the same time, the earth trembled.

"Ka-ka-ka-"

Then, the ground with the dry well as the center began to crack, spreading to all directions, like a big earthquake.

"null--"

A few seconds later, a bloody mist broke through the dry well, like an erupting red oil field, splashing red paint on the dark blue night.

"Boom boom-"

More blood mist solidified into stone turned into sharp red spines and rushed out of the surface to build a huge palace. This palace was gloomy and dilapidated, like a brand new ruin.

Wang Zikai didn't know when to stop. The ground under his feet continued to rise, and soon a 49-story high platform was built, just like the throne platform of ancient emperors.

On the high platform stands a throne made of solidified blood mist. Behind the throne is a huge thing made of blood mist. It is an abstract heart, with two atria beating powerfully and evilly, and the blood vessels at the bottom are intertwined, like an old tree. It's like a root that has penetrated into the entire platform.

From a distance, it looks like a huge fruit has grown on the high platform.

There are also three blood thrones on the left and right sides under the steps of the throne. Each throne is equipped with some behemoths made of blood mist.

Behind the first throne on the left, six slender, gorgeous blood-colored wings grow. They look both soft and sharp, harmless and evil. They stretch towards the sky, as if they are tickling it. One second almost punctured it.

Around the second throne on the left, there are countless large and small crimson vertical eyes floating around, like countless broken red lenses.One of the huge, gloomy vertical eyes was suspended above the throne, staring eagerly. The other eyes also moved rapidly, looking here and there, busy monitoring everything.

The third throne on the left is surrounded by a "giant python" covered with blood-colored scales. However, this giant python has no head. In fact, it is a tail, like a hibernating python, slowly squirming and emitting A cold and lazy atmosphere.

Surrounding the first throne on the right are countless horns rising from the ground. These horns are curved and have different shapes. The shapes of various animal horns can be seen.The horn behind the seat is the largest. It is a unicorn's spiral horn. It shoots straight into the sky. It looks hard and sharp, and it is constantly bleeding "blood".

The second throne on the right is completely wrapped in a bloody mouth covered with craggy fangs. The fangs are constantly dripping with bright red "blood", like a large amount of saliva secreted by extreme hunger.

At the foot of the third throne on the right, there is a pool of thick and sticky "blood". The pool of blood is rolling restlessly, constantly creating a large number of blood bubbles. They just flew up for a while and then burst with a "pop" and returned to the pool of blood. middle.If you look closely, you will find that these tumbling pools of blood look like countless abstract men and women, mingling with each other and having wild sex.

The six thrones began to react with their respective owners, calling for their arrival. They are:
Jealousy of Wings.

The greed of the eyes.

Tail of laziness.

The Anger of the Horns.

Gluttony of teeth.

The lust of blood.

Soon, the six dead beasts will come to join together unconditionally - this is the first order issued by the "Arrogance of the Heart" after awakening, and it must not be disobeyed.

A hint of tiredness flashed across Wang Zikai's eyes. He took two steps forward, turned around and sat on his own throne.

He leaned back against the cold chair, leaning forward, holding his face with one hand, and took out a small rectangular gift box from his trouser pocket with the other hand, playing with it in his hand.

"Puff-"

"Puff-"

"Puff-"

The giant heart behind the throne beats lonely and powerfully, like the pulse of the world and the countdown to the end.

(End of this chapter)