One pound of meat equals one attribute point.

Chapter 519 Doomsday
Henos's eyes were stern and filled with unprecedented murderous intent. He swooped down like a Seraph bringing judgment.

Golden sparks exploded on the ground, lights flashed everywhere, and platinum hair flew around. Henos threw a violent straight punch forward.

The warrior wearing the Crown of Slaughter raised his hand to block.

But before he could react, his body had already flown out.

The golden light poured into his chest like piranhas in the Amazon River, and ate up all his internal organs in a single breath.

After waiting for a while.

The warrior fell heavily to the ground, and only a motionless shell remained.

The other two burly, black-armored sword-wielding veterans came forward in a staggered manner, one on the left and one on the right, in a posture of judgment. The sharp swords shed a dark cold light, and the landing point was Henos's slender neck. Before the fierce slash fell, Henos already felt his hair stand on end.

Even though she is not in good condition now.

But the foundation of the Adventer is still there, and the hardness and strength of his body far exceeds that of gold and stone.

But each of these veterans can pose a threat to her. Those huge and cruel beheading swords also carry the blessing of Eternal Heaven. Henos must remain vigilant.

She took a deep breath, golden flames burst out from her pupils, and she tried her best to mobilize every bit of strength.

It was so majestic, as if a pure white angel had spread its wings.

boom!
She stretched her hands outward.

A huge hand formed by spirit and energy spanned the sky and grabbed the helmets of the two veterans.

Henos then pulled hard, and tremendous strength burst out from his whole body.

The two veterans staggered and lost their balance. Their heads with crowns collided fiercely with each other, making a crisp sound like crushing eggs. Hot blood spurted out from the broken chest cavities, splashing a distance of more than ten meters.

"Get out of my way!"

Henos roared again and punched the ground hard.

A translucent shock wave suddenly spread outward and exploded a golden energy tide.

The dozen or so veteran soldiers who surrounded her were pushed back by this terrifying force and fell to the ground in a staggering manner. For a moment, they were somewhat surprised at the power contained in the girl's body.

At this time, he kept looking up and down, looking for weaknesses in his prey.

However, he did not launch any more rash attacks.

Henos took a deep breath to relieve the fatigue brought by the intense outburst.

Beams of fiery red light fell one after another, and huge rumbling sounds came from all directions. The scorching wind mixed with the debris of the burning city hit people's faces heavily.

The end has arrived.

Henos took a step back and stood in front of his brother, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Indra's body was charred black. He slowly stood up, covering his injured arm, with a complicated expression on his face.

"Next, I will lead you to break out. Once you are out of the encirclement, don't worry about me anymore. Find the chief and tell him what is happening here."

Henos instructed.

She lowered her center of gravity like a cheetah and stared at what was in front of her.

Those extremely ferocious black-armored butchers spontaneously dispersed to both sides at this time, and a ceremonial corridor appeared between them.

Smoke rose from the dry land, and in the distorted light, a burly dark figure was walking forward slowly. He was extremely strong, and was wearing heavy snake-scale armor. When Henos looked over, he felt like a huge fortress was moving forward, and the sense of oppression was unparalleled.

As he got closer, the smoke from the battlefield dissipated slightly.

A ferocious face with a black dragon tattoo appeared in Henos's trembling pupils.

Even though it was just their first meeting, she knew what the tattoo meant.

The man in front of him was the commander of the Dark Legion, the greatest traitor in the history of the human race, and one of the main culprits for the downfall of the Federation - Tagadon.

Tagaton walked closer, stopped more than ten meters away, and ignored the murderous intent on Henos's face.

He looked at the girl briefly, and finally revealed a look of amazement, "I didn't expect that such a theoretical attempt would actually be created by my senior brother. Moreover, it was created in such a simple environment. It's incredible. I think he must have spent a lot of thought on this matter."

"It would be a pity if I killed you like this."

Tagadon took off the armor with the giant claws on his right hand and handed it to an old soldier beside him. Then he stretched out his hand and made an invitation, "This world is about to end. Join us. You will have a brighter future. I will train you to be an outstanding warrior."

"You're dreaming!" Henos answered simply, his eyes fixed on Tagadon's throat.

"Tsk tsk." Tagaton sighed softly, "I knew it was like this."

He raised his hand and pressed it down, "Do it."

The moment Tagadon gave the order, Henos's vigilance had been raised to the extreme.
But what surprised her was that after receiving the order, those veterans did not make any move, but just looked at her with pity and expectation in their eyes.

what 's wrong?
Henos had no time to think because the culprit was right in front of him.

As long as he could stab the spear into his throat, there might be hope of ending the disaster.

Her muscles were tense, like springs full of power, ready to explode, but suddenly a feeling of weakness came from her abdomen. Henos's body had already flown forward, with a look of bewilderment on his face, like a wild goose shot down by a shotgun, dragging a long bloody arc in the air.

She looked back out of the corner of her eye.

Indra had a look of apology on his face, but his palms were already stained red with blood.

boom!
Henos didn't even have time to feel confused.

In the next instant, a surge of power spread out from Tagaton's body.

The latter stopped her charge and fell to her knees. The ground, which had been burned into glass by the fire, actually exploded into two pits. There was also a crisp sound from the girl's knees. Henos struggled to raise his head and met Tagadon's smiling face. The two veterans swung their giant swords and skillfully shook them into a sword flower.

One of them thrust his blade into the girl's heart, and the broad bronze blade nearly cut Henos in half.

Another veteran cut off the girl's head, and blood spurted out from the broken chest, some of which splashed on Tagaton's face.

The latter stuck out his tongue and licked it.

The slightly sweet and fishy taste of rust lingers between the lips and tongue.

Just like savoring a mellow wine, Tagaton had a look of aftertaste on his face.

"Well done." He said to Indra who was walking in front of him.

Indra's eyes fell on Henos, with a blank look on his face, which turned into a relieved pleasure after a while. He was once jealous of his sister for taking away the grace that should have belonged to him, but from now on, it will never happen again. No matter how outstanding a creature is, everything is over after death.

The former angel is now nothing more than a piece of meat chopped into three pieces.

Indra carefully stepped over the pool of Henos' blood, as if it were a pool of mud mixed with animal feces.

"Don't forget what you promised to give me." Indra raised his head and looked into Tagaton's eyes.

There were slight wrinkles at the corners of Tagadon's eyes, but they narrowed as he smiled. "Of course, I always keep my promises. We are completing a great cause. When this is over, you will receive the honor you deserve, not a single cent less."

He reached out and patted Indra's shoulder.

Then he stretched out his hand, and the two of them held it tightly, their palms filled with Henos' sticky blood.

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Western Continent, Holy Mountain.

The patriarch stood in the empty garden with a cane in his hand.

Through the open door, one could see the sky outside was red, with huge meteorites dropping from the sky from time to time, dragging long flames. Vibrations continued to come, the ground was slightly heaving, the air was filled with lingering gunpowder smoke, and faint screams lingered in the ears.

The patriarch sighed softly and tapped his cane on the light brown flagstone beside the garden. Two fully armed guards were half-kneeling in front of him.

Like a child who has made a mistake, his broad body kept shaking.

The patriarch's pupils were deeply sunken and his face showed unprecedented fatigue. He had always been a fighter who would never give up, but now he seemed to have finally been defeated.

"Where is Henos?" After a period of silence, the patriarch repeated, "Where is my daughter?"

The guard's voice was already filled with tears. "I...we don't know either. We saw His Highness reading in the garden before, but in the blink of an eye, he disappeared out of thin air. Forgive us, Patriarch. We really don't know what happened."

"is it?"

The chieftain nodded gently. "She can leave without anyone noticing, only if she wants to do so."

"In that case, it's none of your business." The patriarch waved his hand gently.

The two guards immediately showed a look of relief on their faces, "Thank you, Great Elder!"

They forgive sins.

While slowly standing up from the ground, he bowed and backed away.

Not long after the two guards left, the descender Vayu with green hair hurriedly ran in from the corridor outside.

"Great Patriarch!" he said anxiously, "I just received a message from the Dark Legion. They hope to invite you to meet them."

"anything else?"

Vayu hesitated for a moment before speaking, "They also said that Henos's sister is in their hands. I hope you will consider their request seriously."

"How is this possible? They must be lying to you."

As one of the most trusted heirs, Vayu knew the peculiarities of Henos's physique.

Even if we put aside the characteristics of being soulless, Henos' strength is undoubtedly the strongest among all the second-generation adventers.

It is not surprising that Vayu made such a judgment.

But the chief knew that this matter was not that simple. Tagadon was a dangerous person, but he always kept his promises, so he was able to gather such a powerful force after the fall of the Federation. Since he said so, he must be somewhat sure. Besides this result, the chief could not think of any other possibility.

He nodded gently, "I understand."

Fayou seemed to have heard something from the chieftain, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. "Clan leader, you don't really want to go to the meeting, do you? You absolutely cannot do this, this is clearly a trap. The monster Tagaton is too dangerous, we should leave this planet as soon as possible while we still have a chance, maybe we can still find a way out."

The patriarch looked at him calmly. Although his body was old and hunched, and his face was full of fatigue, there was still a mountain-like majesty in his pupils as vast as the ocean.

Vayu's straight head slowly drooped as if his throat was strangled.

"Hernos is not only my offspring, but also my hope. If she is not here, it will be meaningless even if we return to our home planet."

"You should understand this matter." The patriarch said calmly.

"Yes……"

Vayu's voice seemed to be squeezed out from his throat.

"Go and get ready for battle." The patriarch waved his hand and watched Fayou leave.

Then his body dissipated like a phantom, and when he reappeared, the patriarch had crossed mountains and rivers and came to a captured fortress monastery. Although it was a captured area, there were no traces of war left on the towering walls. It was obvious that after the Dark Legion arrived, the soldiers in the fortress gave up resistance.

Even a worse case scenario.

Before the real war began, these people had already colluded with the Dark Legion.

Although such a thing was not beyond the expectations of the patriarch, when the reality was laid out before him, his heart was still filled with bitterness.

The patriarch straightened his collar and walked towards the depths of the monastery with an expressionless face.

Several veterans of thousands of battles were waiting in front of a temple deep in the monastery.

Each of these veterans was unruly and violent, but they were very cautious in front of the patriarch. The higher their cultivation, the sharper their mental power, and the more intuitive they were from hundreds of battles, the more they could sense the endless power in the patriarch's old body, like a blazing star.

"The commander-in-chief has already prepared a banquet inside, please come in." The warrior wearing the Crown of Slaughter walked forward, and the door behind him slowly opened.

The patriarch took a deep breath.

Then without any hesitation, he stepped into the temple in front of him.

It was like a real cold darkness that instantly enveloped his body.

Bang bang bang!
Followed by a series of muffled sounds.

Flames exploded on the pillars on both sides, and candles as thick as an adult's arm were lit, and the flickering flames dispelled the darkness. At the end of the long table sat a warrior in casual clothes, and on the long table in front of the warrior were neatly decorated dishes, which faintly exuded a familiar fragrance.

(End of this chapter)