Chapter 224 Chrysalis of the Blood Web

Chapter 224 Chrysalis of the Blood Web

The aging moth showed a cruel smile, and the two dark eyes seemed to be brewing with cunning darkness.

"Hey, little guy, you don't think that just two thieves can distract me, do you?"

"Compared to those dispensable appetizers, you are the indispensable and vital main meal of this feast!"

"Your unusual moth-like appearance seems to contain ancient sweet flesh and blood, hiding secrets related to the woodland - how could I give up tasting the sweetness inside your skull!"

The torn throat of the aging moth vibrated with hoarse words, and the skinny ghost claws had tightly grasped the palm of the pale moth holding the knife, and the invisible surging moth and cup phase mana spurted out crazily.

The change and abandonment, the pain and hunger... are like surging waves of blood sweeping towards the pale moth, like a top chef waving all kinds of kitchen utensils, vowing to completely use this rare and precious ingredient. dismemberment.

The mottled moth kitchen utensils easily tore the pale moth's right palm into pieces.

The skin is flawlessly separated from the flesh, making it a thin yet crispy and soft puff pastry.

Thin slices of pastry wrap the scarlet meat fillets. The fragrant and mellow sweet gravy like red wine is firmly locked between the pastry and meat fillets. It will neither soak the crispy skin nor affect the texture of the meat fillets. Tender and chewy.

When this Wellington moth's palm fell into the mouth of the aging moth, it was still struggling and twisting wildly, but its frightened panic only enriched the layers of taste, just like when it was swallowed into the mouth and swallowed into the throat. It still maintains a fresh taste, making the chef of the cup enjoy it and be intoxicated.

The Cup Chef's thirst has not yet been satiated, his appetite has been suppressed for too many years, like Tantalus who was trapped in hell for deceiving Zeus - his thirst and hunger will never be satisfied, Until the boulder above his head fell.

The mottled moth kitchen utensils are still spreading up the arms, and the hungry appetite is not satisfied by tasting the appetizers. Instead, it is stimulated by the unprecedented wonderful taste and becomes stronger.

The evil ghost of appetite licked the aftertaste remaining on its lips, its moth wings vibrated ecstatically, and the endless fire in its stomach burned the ancient moth meat and squeezed out the deep ancient secrets.

The secret contained a delicacy that made the moth crazy and intoxicated, making the aging moth feel the chaos of drunkenness surging in his head.

"That's it, that's it! I understand!!!"

The Aging Moth roared crazily, shook off the useless pale metacarpal bones, and used the clean finger bones as a throwing weapon, stabbing the chests of the two black figures that were attacking, and the slightest movement would stir up the wild heart. Mud.

It ignored the two appetizers that were brought to the door and murmured the incomplete secret: "The dead never die..."

"Not enough, not enough. This bit of flesh and blood is not enough for me to understand this ancient secret!"

"I need more, I need more!!!"

The Aging Moth suddenly grabbed the retreating Pale Moth, and the hungry Cup Chef once again waved the mottled Moth kitchen utensils, attacking the strong arms, thick shoulders, soft neck... and that vital part. Important head!

The coverings were shattered, flesh and blood danced wildly, and only the pale skeleton of the dinner plate was ruthlessly thrown away, falling to the snow like useless garbage.

The pale moth struggled to flap its wings, but the amplitude and frequency of the vibration of its scales were so weak that it was more like a cry of despair than a struggle.

The yellowed and rancid fangs have bitten into its carotid artery, which flows with secrets and power, and the sweet and mellow wine is poured into the mouth of the aging moth.

The old moth swallowed in large mouthfuls. Densely packed pink granules proliferated from the inside of the mouth, extending long, thin and sharp, like long tongues of flesh, helping him to quickly appreciate the secrets and power in the scarlet wine liquid.

The aging moth vibrated its scale wings with joy. The pair of broken and decayed wings gradually detached, and a new pair of ancient scale wings protruded ferociously from the shoulder blades. The blood-stained mottled wing bones quickly grew bloody flesh and vibrated the snow. Flying and drifting like smoke.

Then, two bone blades flashing with green light pierced into the back of the aging moth's head and heart, and the sharp blades wrapped with discarded toxins directly penetrated into the brain and heart.

These two heavy injuries caused the Aging Moth's body to tremble violently, and strength and knowledge seemed to flow rapidly along these two gaps.

But so what? Compared to the blood and flesh in front of me that contain incredible secrets, my meager brains and blood... are simply rotten and useless like garbage!

The skin on the shoulder blades on its back opened on its own, and the half-formed bone wings flapped wildly. The wings with ferocious edges pierced the chest of the incoming black figure like sharp blades, and then flew out with a flutter.

The aging moth sucked in the sweet secret more and more, but it failed to realize that with the loss of its own blood, it could no longer suppress the young pale moth.

And the pale moth, which was originally frightened and stunned, now showed a terrifying smile, buried its head heavily, popped out its needle-sharp mouthparts, and pierced the newly added gap in the skull.

And the two black shadows that fell back and flew out finally landed heavily. The power they had just drawn had been completely exhausted, and the bodies they housed had been drained and dried up.

The flying black shadow was limp and powerless, and the faces of the two people were finally revealed. They were none other than Old Lison and the blacksmith in the town.

The two locals who had tried to stab Watson in the back were met with backlash...but now their facial features were distorted, looking like half-human and half-insect.

They have already felt the expulsion of the waking world and the call of the forest... However, before leaving, they still fluttered their wings slightly, and the message was conveyed with this last power.

"Hehe, Brother Bai Mo, we have successfully completed your mission."

"Thanks to the rib bone blade you left behind and the four powerful delicacies, we were able to complete it so smoothly."

"Next time something fun happens like this, remember to call us!"

The pale moth ignored the message from its friend in the forest. It was greedily absorbing the high-level power. It was engaged in a hungry confrontation with the aging moth...it depends on whether you suck me clean first or I suck it clean first. is you!

On the cliff shrouded in darkness, a silent battle has begun. Countless ugly flesh sprouts proliferate at a terrifying speed, forming a large ball intertwined with a network of scarlet blood, tightly wrapping the two moths, as if they are sealed. The cage is like a cocoon that breeds monsters.

Only the winner can break free from the prison of this blood web, and by then the world will usher in an unprecedented terrifying monster!