"Ah! Those monsters are so disgusting, I won't eat today." Zhao Han said distressedly.
Her colorful parrot only glanced at the battlefield and was contaminated by those tentacles, mouthparts, and eyes.
Even with the alien filter, the psychological disgust still lingers.
"Oh, what a pity. I also made barbecued baby octopus today, and the tentacles are very fragrant." Xiao Huan added fuel to the fire.
Although she didn't speak, she watched it from beginning to end, so she naturally knew why Zhao Han said such things.
"I..." Zhao Han thought about the appearance of the octopus, his internal organs were tumbling, and he immediately ran to the bathroom.
"Hahaha, you're too weak. Look at me. I'm going to feast on grilled octopus today. All the tentacles, eyes, and mouthparts will be added to my luxurious lunch!" Xiao Huan laughed wildly with his arms akimbo, and ran into the kitchen.
After a while, dozens of plates of grilled octopus were served.
"Does such a young child have to cook?" Wu's mother was a guest in the living room. Seeing this, she was a little surprised.
"Children should be educated from an early age." Ouyang Ling was not surprised.
"You educate me really well." Mother Wu said sincerely.
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After dozens of days of struggle, Sandro finally found a big demon.
The colorful parrot spread its wings, and then the demons disappeared, and a dark red boot appeared on the spot, revealing nobility and luxury.
"Wait, there seems to be nothing wrong with the boots, but the problem is why there is only one?" Sandro picked up the boots and asked doubtfully.
"If you want another one, you have to find another archangel." The colorful parrot continued.
"Pah, pah, pah!"
Of course it couldn't be the colorful parrot that was being hit, Sandro was hitting himself in the face.
How could he, a puppet soldier who had been raised up, dare to attack colorful parrots?
"Teacher Shan, don't be like this," the colorful parrot said quickly, "These are all rules."
Da Mao just watched expressionlessly, after all, Wen Rensheng didn't have the time to be here every day.
After slapping himself a dozen times, Sandro stopped.
"My surname is not Shan, my full name is Sandru..."
Of course he didn't tell his real name.
"Oh...Teacher." The colorful parrot corrected immediately.
Sandro left bitterly.
He doesn't hate this colorful parrot, he understands that it is God's arrangement behind it.
As for why the gods arranged this, he only knew that the other party was taking pleasure in it in the name of training heroes, watching the mortals struggle under their arrangements, and finally had to succumb to fate.
Just like in ancient times, the immortal hero Tanan wanted to stop Gru and avoid the encounter between the Doomsday Blade and the Ice Sword, but failed in the end.
Damn God, you all deserve to go to hell!
Even if I restore the ancient glory, I will not let you restore your divine status!
He thought fiercely.
Archangels are much harder to find than archdevils.
Fortunately, Erwin did something before, that is, after digging up the ultimate treasure, he built a miraculous building and then transformed a human village into a human castle.
Then the seeds of the god's bloodline were sown there.
He led his undead soldiers and captured the castle without hesitation, and threw all Erwin's heirs, wives and concubines into the undead converter, transforming them into ghosts and vampires.
Erwin went crazy.
Only then did he understand what Big Cat once said when he was bored -
When fate gives you a super gift, it has already given this super gift and secretly marked its price.
Countless of his wives and concubines died before his eyes, leaving only countless children.
There was only one reason for his death. He was indulged in pleasure and did not accumulate funds and resources to recruit all the necessary troops.
If there is no advantage in numbers, they will naturally be completely defeated when facing vampires and bone dragons that can defeat humans.
His magic is of little use. Undead consume very little magic. They are naturally immune to hypnosis, blindness, madness...these are mental spells that can instantly change the situation of the battle.
"Asshole, don't you want to be called an Archangel? I can give it to you. Why don't you tell me? Why do you want to attack my castle directly?" He was locked in a cage and yelled crazily.
When Erwin learned the truth behind the attack on his castle, he was completely furious.
"Why should I waste my time discussing it with you when I can get it easily?" Sandro said condescendingly.
In fact, the most fundamental reason is that he believes that this fallen humanoid seeder has lost the glory of a hero and insulted the word "hero".
He must eliminate such people.
First mentally, then physically, expel the opponent from the hero team.
This will prevent people from using contemptuous words when mentioning heroes.
"Heroes are just like us, or even more powerful than us in some aspects."
Erwin's mind was empty. He stood in the cage, not knowing what to say, let alone what to do.
Regret and regret were like the most powerful snakes, entangled in his heart.
Does he still have a chance to redeem himself?
His beloved wives and concubines all turned into ghosts and vampires, and their cold and evil eyes seemed to be mocking him.
He remembered the big cat's roar at him before leaving.
There was also his lack of care, and the dozen or so hands that pulled him back.
You deserve it.
This is retribution.
He forgot that in this world, if you want to survive, you always need to do your best!
If you relax and slack off, a demon will emerge from a corner and trample you severely!
Trampling, oppressing, insulting, ridiculing, using the most vicious, despicable, and most uncomfortable methods to manipulate you, kill you, and exploit you!
It's a pity that people are so forgetful that they forget the pain after the scars are healed, and they always repeat such things countless times.
He is one of them.
Thinking of this, he slapped himself hard in the face.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
Tears flow down, blood flows down, and finally skin and flesh...
On this day, Erwin died.
On this day, Erwin lived again.
He became the lowest, ugliest, and humblest skeleton.
Sandro seemed satisfied with this state of affairs, and after imposing a soul contract, he was happy to take the humble skeleton with him.
Because this is his certificate of honor.
He defeated the first revived hero, and he was number one.
Several years passed before there was only one archangel in the castle.
This is much harder to get than the big devil.
Sandro led his troops and found the colorful parrot again.
He also had the skeleton Erwin beside him, and despair and regret were still lingering in the other person's dim eye sockets.
"Well, this is another Death Boot." The colorful parrot said generously.
Then a second dark red boot appeared.
Sandro happily took the boots, and then asked, "Where is the vampire cloak?"
"You want to exchange it for a skull dragon, a giant beast, a hydra, and a black dragon." The colorful parrot said this.
"Oh." Sandro didn't get angry, he just left calmly.
The skeleton next to him walked a little slower.
Because it saw the big cat squatting at the feet of the colorful parrot.
The other party was looking at all this indifferently, as if he no longer remembered it.
That is the being that gives it the gift of destiny, and the being that sets the price for its gift of destiny.
With this thought in mind, the skeleton left.
It doesn't resent the big cat because it has no qualifications.
It's all your own fault.
After all, there is still Erwin's kind side in its essence, and it is not capable of such shameless things as venting its anger on others.
Although doing that will make it feel a little better.
