They all call me an Outer God.

Lost is dead.

The blood from his fall stained the ground red, as well as the gold coin that fell from his body.

However, rather than Lost's death, people's attention was focused on the blood-stained gold coin. After a second of silence, someone immediately reacted and rushed up to pick up the gold coin.

But the next second, someone put a gun to his head from behind.

"Look...what's behind you?"

"..." Under the threat of death, the person who picked up the gold coin could only pass it to the next person, but soon, the new holder of the gold coin was also pressed against the carotid artery from behind, as if the cold blade would penetrate into it in the next moment.

"Look behind you again?"

If Lost had not died, perhaps few people would have thought of snatching the gold coins. But now he is dead, and he had demonstrated the uses of gold coins to the fullest before. If anyone did not become greedy at this time, they would be considered crazy.

Those people were like wild beasts smelling blood. Under the temptation of wealth, they revealed the brutal and ugly side of capitalists. Lost's body was ruthlessly trampled, and blood seeped everywhere along with the footprints.

At this moment, Bowen in the stands finally stood up from his seat, then gently stroked the neck and chin of the lady in his arms, his eyes becoming more gentle.

"The negative emotions I collected this time are even more perfect than I imagined. It's time to invite Him to taste this delicacy specially prepared for Him."

"My great Lord God... the star of judgment that created a new world..."

Bowen recited the prayer that belonged exclusively to the Star of Disaster. The entire underground of the golf course had already been set up with various nodes of the sacrificial array for the believers here to sacrifice their evil thoughts to the gods.

"Star of judgment, harbinger of silence, forerunner of wandering songs!
"Millions of people follow your music into destruction, and the world continues your pace and sinks and collapses!"

"I only wish that the Death Star will rise forever!"

"Praise the disaster star!"

As soon as Bowen finished speaking, the semicircular dome of the conference hall automatically opened outwards like a flower, and the people inside were like flower stamens bathing in the light of the "sun".

Strands of blood oozed out from the corpse, swirling, extending, chasing and playing, eventually forming intricate patterns and symbols. Above the sky, a scarlet sun hung in the center, dim and without light, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was not the sun at all.

The star was dull and its surface was covered with rusty grooves. A huge lake formed the shape of an eye on its surface, looking down at the earth empty and lonely.

"Death Star Projection?"

Among the moving stamens of the flower, Swar raised his head and stared grimly at the image above his head. This time, it was just as he said, just a projection and did not possess much consciousness of the disaster star itself.

Perhaps his original consciousness discovered that the trapped sun had escaped, and he had no time to manage these things at the moment.

Therefore, the arrival of this projection was just a summons to come and find food.

He moved.

Starting from Him, the halos surrounding His body turned into substance like centipedes, and continued to entwine intricately downwards like blood dripping from a star, and their target was the poor "stamens" in the auction hall.

"Om——"

Everyone lost their minds at this moment. The evil desires in their hearts were infinitely magnified at this moment, and the sounds of fighting continued.

Seeing these usually hypocritical beasts in human form finally tear off their disguises and want to tear their own kind into pieces, the visual impact brought by this is definitely a feast.

Sval slowly raised his head and looked upwards: the bloody tentacles from the Death Star were getting closer and closer to this side.

He looked down: it was blood, everyone's hands and soles were covered with blood, the sticky flesh was trampled and trampled everywhere. The finale item on the auction table was still quietly in place. At this moment, Shiwa reached out and covered the ears of the minor beside him.

The tentacles came closer and closer, bringing with them the most chaotic and crazy mumbling as they swarmed.

At first, people will feel dizzy, and then they will only feel that they hear the roar of bees mixed with the screams of whales, but if they listen more carefully, they will find that those mixed sounds are actually composed of strange languages ​​that are chanted rapidly and unclearly.

People cannot understand their ramblings, but ramblings follow closely behind.

People try to avoid the mumbling by covering their ears, but the mumbling has already penetrated into their minds and souls.

In just a short while, black blood oozed out of the ears of countless people.

The tentacles coming for food are only a step away.

Three hundred meters.

The pain on people's faces disappeared. They were filled with smiles and began to pull up the hands of their companions on the ground, helping them up and brushing the dust off their bodies.

Two hundred meters.

He didn't care whether the person he pulled up was dead or alive.

One hundred meters.

The tentacles have arrived.

Everyone stood straight, facing the direction of the Death Star and smiling. They chanted loudly to welcome His arrival.

Each of them smiled brightly, and then the facial features melted away cleanly like chili oil.

They shouted its name towards the source of the tentacles.

“Praise your coming, praise—the Lord of Trade!!!!!!!!!”

The movement of the tentacles suddenly stopped.

And it was at this moment that the gray ball, which had been quietly lying on the ground, suddenly rioted. Its body expanded almost infinitely, and its dark tentacles with pupil patterns suddenly wrapped around the tentacles of the Death Star like poisonous snakes that had been hiding for a long time.

They pulled them downwards so that they could not escape, and then, more and more gray tentacles surged upwards frantically in the direction of the tentacles. The tentacles they touched turned gray and lost all color in an instant, and this gray trend continued to rise.

Up, up, and up again.

It was a mistake for the projection of the disaster star to come and look for food. He probably never expected that his own hunting would make him the food of others.

At the bottom, the people who had lost their faces and reason shouted the name of the Lord of Trade, immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.

Sullivan witnessed this scene and couldn't believe his eyes. He stepped back and wanted to curl himself up in a corner: "What's going on? Why did a huge sun appear in the sky? What's going on with those gray monsters!?"

"Not a monster."

Schwar was facing him with his back to the light. As Sullivan was curled up, when he looked at Schwar he could only see his eyes looking down at him. His figure was infinitely dimmed, with only his pair of golden pupils faintly shining.

"That's my father."

(End of this chapter)