1627: Chapter 1623: Nightmare 1627: Chapter 1623: Nightmare “Delicious, really delicious!”
“Fresh flesh…
this is what it feels like to be alive.”
“Much better than the rotten fish in the sea.”
The once magnificent hall has now turned into a bloody dining room.
The once high and mighty council mbers have now beco delicacies on the table.
“Eat, why aren’t you eating?”
And the once high and mighty Princess, this ti, is rarely enjoying the “Princess” treatnt…
On the plates is “human,” and in the dining seat is the forr “human Princess,” now a Fishman matron.
She opened her mouth, trying to take a bite, but tears ca out without her knowing.
“Haha, look at her crying!”
“Is she regretting or afraid?”
“Eat quickly, or we’ll eat you!”
And the exotic guests with a taste for malice are just waiting for this mont.
They also know that this kind of reticence and crocodile tears are no different, delicious…
“Delicious, tasty…”
Once again, the filthy Fishman Princess, with her mouth full of sharp teeth, weeps while heartily eating.
And what she says “delicious” is not an exaggeration…
her current taste buds are relaying back the flavor of delicious fresh food.
“…How can it be so delicious.”
As she speaks and eats, her tears stop, and drool runs from her mouth.
Her greedy eyes turn towards other people’s plates…
then she is slapped to the ground and rolls around lanting.
The surrounding lords have also lost interest, this toy has beco numb, it seems ti to find a new one…
What they want is a pitiful soul struggling in a new body, not sothing greedy and completely unscrupulous.
“…How about we go catch so guerrilla fighters and mbers of the resistance army next?”
“Let the children have so fun, but don’t be too greedy.”
“Uh, let’s try to catch a few from the sea…”
The greedy lords crave more playthings.
In a corner, the Fishman Leader, similar to a whale, eats the most.
To be precise, the flesh of a truckload is only enough for him to finish in a few bites, as if eating bread.
Their so frantic attack on Sakura Island, much of it was for this taste of Blood Food…
In fact, most of them no longer need to feed, but for them it’s a form of enjoynt, and due to the many dangers in this sea, many have been enduring for a very long ti.
Now, the survivors of Sakura Island are not enough for them to divide and eat…
Princess Yizi’s dream was impossible from the start.
What they need is not a colonial Kingdom, but an entire flesh Ranch.
In fact, in a certain area, they have already started to breed “Flesh People,” accelerating the reproduction of low-intellect flesh humans under the drive of extraordinary power.
This is true desecration and the cause of rage for several human Quasi-Gods.
“…The taste of flesh uncorrupted by pollutants, truly delicious.”
“Soft, mushy brain flavor, tasty…”
Savage words are but praise from these Beasts enjoying their feast, as if humans dining in a high-end restaurant.
These lord-level creatures follow the Big Shot because here lies the most abundant flesh reserves…
When the island fell, too many Life forms failed to evacuate.
What annoys them, it seems, is that the performance of the Joker during als has beco more and more boring.
So begin to complain, so make more demands, and so even propose to take so “Flesh People” out to set up a Beast arena…
So of them look at the Fishman Princess with malice, as if pondering her status in Beast Chess, whether she’ll be the hunted Beast or the foul-slling, treacherous betrayer of her own kind.
As they talk, they grow excited, and to them, this long expedition is their life; incessantly seeking new entertainnt is their happiest ti…
“…I’m so hungry.”
Suddenly, a Quasi-God Creature that had been silent spoke up.
His eyes, as big as a small car, swept around.
The “amount” that was usually enough to satisfy his hunger felt insufficient this ti.
“I’m so hungry.”
He reached out his hand subconsciously, slapped twice at random, and killed two Fishn…
then tossed them into his mouth like peanuts and chewed them up in one bite.
His gaze continued to sweep around, slightly hesitant…
In the next mont, his appetite surged, and he snatched away another Fishman Leader’s plate, gulping it down in just two bites.
But still, it wasn’t enough.
After so thought, his gaze landed on a Fishman Leader.
Seemingly, quite delicious?
“….” He fell silent, closed his eyes, and went into a deep sleep.
He still had his sanity; a Quasi-God’s reasoning wasn’t so easily clouded by desires…
it’s just that most of the ti, they had no intention of restraining their desires.
As he slept deeply, others’ voices grew louder.
Soon, the flesh was devoured cleanly…
and yet, the hunger didn’t subside.
“…Brother, you sll so good.”
Unconsciously, a lord took a deep sniff of his own “brother”…
then to his delight, he found that his forcefulness had gone too far, having swallowed his “brother’s” head, leaving a headless corpse spewing blood.
Thus, he joyfully resud his feast.
But before he could take a few more bites…
a stronger lord drove him away.
Hunger is the most fundantal instinct of life forms, the material need to maintain the survival of a life.
The “hunger” of the Extraordinary is also an instinct to live on…
Ordinary matter provides them with extrely limited nutrition, only “high-level pollutants” can fill them up.
“Snap!”
Suddenly, a Fishman wiped his cheek, and beneath where his right eye used to be, another munching eye had appeared.
“…..You’re laughing at !”
With a fierce punch, he struck another Fishman.
His “eye” saw it, the one across that was mocking him.
“I’m facing away from you, how can I laugh at you!
Just say it if you want my at!”
Two Fishman Leaders fought like this…
Such things were common, but this ti, the fight seed more vicious, ignited with true fury.
“Muda’s face on the back of his head is laughing at Suer…”
Utterly incomprehensible words, yet they were reality, as another mouth had grown on the back of that Fishman Leader’s head, not only ridiculing the other’s foolishness but also spitting Fishman curses.
“….Haha, the at is mine now.”
And their unattended plates were Divide and Eated by others.
More and more Fishman Leaders developed strange appendages, but even more bizarre was their acceptance of it all as normal.
Only Princess Yizi, with her soul and body out of sync, seed unaffected, watching everything unfold with a face full of terror.
So Fishn grew eyes all over their bodies, so suddenly had arms growing from their backs, extending downwards for support.
A nightmarish scene beco reality, Princess Yizi curled up into a ball, her face full of fear and unease.
Was she really unaffected?
In fact, she had eaten a lot, one of the first to start.
She just didn’t dare to move, trying her best to shrink into a ball, to avoid becoming a al for others.
Suddenly, she couldn’t catch her breath, widened her eyes, as if she had seen so Devil…
In the next instant, she looked down sharply, only to see the eyes that were peering at her.
It was a human face, a familiar face, belonging to herself.
“Princess Yizi” climbed up from her belly, and what brought about the suffocation was those once-familiar “human hands”, now strangling her own throat.
“Traitor to the Kingdom!
A betrayer…” Words full of hatred, ca out from her own “face.”
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