One pound of meat equals one attribute point.

Chapter 520 Food
The door in front of the patriarch slowly opened, and as the lights along the way lit up one after another, a burly figure appeared at the end of the hall, sitting on a specially made bench. In front of him was a mahogany table with bright red candles lit on it, and well-cooked dishes were placed on silver and gold plates.

Although we haven't seen each other for thousands of years, at first glance, it's still that familiar face.

He took a deep breath.

The originally hunched spine straightened up like a javelin.

The long staff in the patriarch's hand was also placed aside.

He strode forward, came to the long table, and met his fellow apprentice's eyes. The atmosphere was a little solemn for a moment, and the sound of the candles burning on the Panlong Pillar was surprisingly clear in such an environment. The patriarch's eyes were slightly stern, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Tagadon in front of him gently put down the long chopsticks in his hand, his Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed the hot meat in his mouth.

"Brother, we haven't seen each other for a long time. I didn't expect that you have aged so much."

Tagaton smiled, looked up and down at the emaciated figure of the great patriarch, and then pointed with his finger, "Sit down."

Although Tagaton's attitude could be said to be very polite, the patriarch naturally understood that if he followed the other party's instructions, he would undoubtedly be at a disadvantage before the negotiation even began.

But now Henos has fallen into the hands of the enemy, which is equivalent to the enemy having his handle in his hands.

The patriarch didn't have any good solution and could only take things one step at a time.

He was silent for a moment, then sat down in front of Tagaton.

Seeing that he did as he was told, Tagadon smiled on his fierce face, which looked even more malicious in the red light of the candle. He pointed at the dishes on the long table and said, "I am so happy to know that you are here. Here are some food I prepared carefully. I hope you like it. Please."

The patriarch naturally had no interest in tasting the food, but Tagaton sat in front of him with his arms outstretched.

The same majesty rises from the body as big as a mountain.

It was as if a twisted shadow enveloped the patriarch.

Listening to the explosions, screams, and the roar of the planetary engines coming from outside... the patriarch's originally calm mood gradually began to become a little irritated.

He picked up the long chopsticks beside him. On the tray in front of him were thin slices of meat. The meat was crystal clear, almost transparent, and looked like sashimi of some rare fish, but the texture of the muscle on it was a little strange. The patriarch didn't think much about it, raised his hand and gently picked up a piece of it, and was about to put it in his mouth.

Tagaton suddenly said, "It will taste even better with soy sauce."

He tapped the table in front of him lightly, and with a friction sound, a stack of blood-colored soy sauce was pushed in front of the patriarch.

Looking at the patriarch's slightly puzzled look, Tagadon said, "This kind of delicacy may only be found in the entire galaxy, so it's better not to waste it."

"Do I have to thank you for anything?" The patriarch snorted coldly.

However, he still followed Tagaton's instructions, dipped the thin slice of meat lightly in the soy sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Tagaton showed a satisfied smile on his face, "How does it taste?"

"It's okay."

"That won't do." Tagadon shook his head. "You need to be more specific. Tell me what it smells like."

The patriarch's face was slightly angry, but he still said coldly, "The fat on the outside melts in your mouth, but the muscle inside is very chewy and has almost no fishy smell. It's pretty good."

"Really?" Tagadon stretched out his hand and pushed, "Then try this."

A mountain-shaped ice jar appeared in front of the chieftain. On the cold ice were several pieces of meat that had been scalded with red oil. They looked like the cut pieces of some kind of internal organs, reminding the chieftain of things like tripe and pig intestines. The red oil was slightly seeping outward, while the ice jar below completely sealed the delicious taste inside.

The patriarch picked up his chopsticks, tasted a small piece, then frowned slightly. This time he just swallowed the food without saying anything about the taste.

"I'm not here to have dinner with you. Tell me, where is Henos?"

The chieftain stared into Tagadon's eyes. "I know what your purpose is. Give me Henos and I will leave this world immediately. Otherwise, we can fight to the death. Even if you win in the end, you will suffer heavy losses. All the hard work accumulated over the years will be burned to ashes."

Facing the threat from the patriarch, Tagadon shook his head in disappointment. He picked up a few pieces of meat and put them in his mouth, then swallowed them with the blood-red wine.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, you still have such a bad impression of me, senior brother." Tagaton put down his wine glass, shook his head gently, and then laughed out loud.

"You betrayed your master, killed our teacher, cut off the last hope of human revival, burned hundreds of thousands of colonies over thousands of years, and slaughtered hundreds of millions of people for your own selfish interests. There has never been a wicked person like you before, and everyone deserves to punish you for your crimes. How can I have a good impression of you..."

The patriarch had a cold expression and his eyes were as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath.

Tagadon turned a blind eye to the fierceness in the eyes of the patriarch and said calmly, "Brother, you are wrong. I do not deny your accusations against me, but I do this out of the justice I uphold. If the birth of rules is for exploitation, then chaos must represent justice."

"You said that I burned planets and slaughtered civilians during the millennia of the Federation's demise. But why don't you think about who ruthlessly abandoned the people and soldiers of the Federation when the war broke out, and fled with the last supplies. Wasn't it you refugees who claimed to be the last hope of mankind?"

"As for betraying our master and killing our teacher..."

Tagadon sneered and gently stroked the fierce black dragon tattoo on his face with his index finger. "When he personally sent me to that prison, the relationship between us as master and disciple was completely severed. Revenge is the oldest, purest, and bloodiest act of justice in this world. It is the cornerstone of all laws and morals."

"He sent me to hell, and I did the same atrocities to him. It's just that he wasn't as strong as me and didn't survive that purgatory."

“That’s because you made a mistake. You touched the taboo and tried to integrate the power of Changshengtian into the human bloodline?” said the patriarch.

"mistake!?"

Tagadon suddenly laughed loudly, and a raging spirit suddenly washed away from him.

The dishes and chopsticks on the long table in front of him jingled, the whole hall shook violently, and hurried and heavy footsteps came from all directions. But Tagadon just raised his hand and waved, and the footsteps disappeared. Tagadon took a deep breath, leaned back in his chair, and the expression on his face slowly calmed down, and then he smiled, "Sorry, I didn't control my temper just now, and made you laugh."

"If you really think I did something wrong, then how did you create these children? I see some shadows of my past achievements in them."

The patriarch was speechless for a moment.

"It's not that I violated the taboo, but because I was born in a humble family. In that era, people were separated by invisible barriers. If you want to take a step forward, you have to build a dam high up by your predecessors. Of course, the whole world was like this at that time, so I don't hate you for this matter.

After all...if it weren't for you, I would have been burned at the stake instead of being sent to the Mirror Prison."

"This is exactly what I regret most in my life." said the chief. Tagaton's rough face was shrouded in shadows, and he said slowly, "In this world, the strong enslave the weak, act recklessly, take away everything from them, and hinder progress. They are the source of ignorance and stupidity, so they deserve to die. The weak know that they are enslaved but do not resist, and live a miserable life for the petty gains that fall between the fingers of the high-ranking officials.

They are both victims and accomplices of the evil people, passing on the suffering from generation to generation. They deserve to die.

So everything I did was necessary.

I am not the destroyer of human civilization, but the purifier. Let the galaxy burn. When this raging fire burns everything to ashes, new hope will be born in the scorched earth. "

As he spoke these words, Tagadon's voice rose unconsciously, and an ancient and dark aura rose behind him.

The chief saw the silk threads tied to him and shook his head in pain. "You have gone too deep into the trial of Changshengtian and have been controlled by those beings. You are just a puppet controlled by them, a chess piece used by Changshengtian to erode the universe. You are self-righteous, pathetic and miserable, just like when I first saw you."

"You have to pay a price to gain power. What's important is that I have always acted according to my heart." Tagaton shook his head, disagreeing with the patriarch's statement.

"I don't want to continue arguing with you about this. It's meaningless."

laugh!
With the sharp sound of the seat rubbing against the floor.

The chieftain stood up from his seat, staring into Tagadon's eyes, and said with a resolute voice, "Give Henos back to me, and I won't be in charge of what happens next. You can do whatever you want with your rebels in this world, or else, let's have a showdown. Let me see how much progress you have made in the past few thousand years."

"You are still as proud as before, but this is just right. This kind of battle is interesting, isn't it?" Tagaton said with a smile.

Looking at the smile on his face, the patriarch suddenly felt an empty feeling in his heart, as if something hot was being cut open from his chest and thrown away.

His face turned pale, and he couldn't help but repeat in a low voice, "Hernos..."

It was hard to hide the smile on Tagaton's face. He disappeared from the bench and appeared behind the patriarch. He leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Didn't I give it to you?"

He held the patriarch's hand, picked up the chopsticks placed aside, and reached for the cut meat on the table.

Snapped!
The patriarch violently shook off Tagadon's hand.

He looked at the neatly arranged and exquisitely presented dishes on the dining table.

Suddenly, I felt severe dizziness, the world was spinning in front of my eyes, my stomach was twitching, and acid mixed with undigested meat rushed into my throat.

"Wow!"

He spat a large mouthful of sour and smelly gastric juice directly onto the table.

"Tsk tsk." Tagaton shook his head, a fake look of disappointment on his face. "It's a pity that such a good thing is wasted like this."

"Come out, Indra."

Tagaton raised his head slightly and looked towards the darkness at the end of the hall.

"Click", the door opened with a sound, and Indra slowly walked forward holding a golden plate. He stood in front of the patriarch, looking at the terrified and desperate expression on his father's face, Indra trembled all over, and a layer of fine goose bumps appeared on his indigo skin. The feeling of revenge was so wonderful that it gave him a kind of pleasure like ascending to heaven.

And my father...

He had never seen the patriarch so weak. He looked like a real old man who had lost his child.

Indra's heart was filled with pleasure and viciousness. He couldn't help but think again, "Damn old thing, when Agni was burned alive, I didn't see your expression like this."

Tagaton nodded slightly, with a reserved expression on his face, just like a director who sees that the drama he has arranged is about to reach its climax.

"I always keep my promises, Brother. Since you dare to come, I will return your daughter to you."

Swish!
Indra suddenly lifted the red silk covering the tray.

Long golden hair, pale skin, and three-dimensional facial features were set with a pair of bright and charming eyes, but those eyes would never smile or cry again.

He just stared blankly and blankly at the patriarch.

boom!
The patriarch took a step back as if he had received an electric shock, and then took another step back, knocking over the bench behind him. The expression on his face was between fierceness and pain. He seemed to still be savoring the familiar taste between his lips and teeth... Finally, when he saw the messy dinner plates and the spilled meat on the table, the patriarch closed his eyes in pain.

When he stretched it out again.

The patriarch was no longer an ordinary person, and only dazzling golden light like stars remained in his pupils.

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The battle that followed was no longer something Indra could understand.

At the moment the war broke out.

Indra was already blown away by the violent force, and the last thing he saw was the brilliant light bursting from the patriarch's body and Tagadon's broad, dark back. Beams of strong light flashed from the shoulders of the commander of the Dark Legion, and the surrounding buildings, soldiers, and even those carefully constructed formations collapsed silently.

The surging energy torrent decomposes matter into its most original state, and everything visible to the naked eye is annihilated.

Then Indra lost consciousness in severe pain.

There was a moment of fear in his heart.

He knew that the patriarch was very powerful, but he never thought he was so powerful.

Some even worried that Tagaton might die at the hands of this old monster.

Fortunately, this did not happen. When Indra woke up from his coma, the battle was over.

(End of this chapter)