Anti stared at the place where Gambler disappeared, and after a long time he got up and left the office.
He came to a place Containment Room.
After going through layers of identity verification, the door was opened.
He just walked in.
Containment Room is dark and humid, filled with disgusting unknown mucus.
There is a twisted mass of flesh and blood tissue in the corner of the wall.
Countless scarlet tentacles were swinging around it, and it was a high-ranking Weird Life.
Anti's eyes were as sharp as an eagle.
He just looked at the Weird Life quietly.
Puff puff puff.
As the flesh and blood squirmed, an almost crazy voice sounded.
"Teacher!!!"
"I'm hungry!"
Anti shook his head slightly, and then sighed.
"Adam, my student."
"I feel sorry for what happened to you."
The twisted mass of flesh fell into silence for a moment.
Then more crazy sounds sounded.
"Doctor!"
"Doctor!!!"
This twisted Weird Life turned out to be Adam that entered Dark Prison.
Anti shook his head and said calmly.
"Gambler, who captured you, told me that you were completely contaminated due to excessive eating."
"Otherwise I would still plan to make you a god."
"What a shame."
After saying this, he silently exited Containment Room.
After the door is completely closed.
A new Assistant trotted to Anti's side.
"Mr. Anti, the preparations for the gods' experiment have been completed and the experiment can begin at any time."
Hearing this, Anti just nodded slightly.
Assistant hesitated for a moment, then asked curiously.
"Mr. Anti, are you really not going to help Adam regain his sanity?"
Anti's sharp gaze fell on Assistant's face.
Assistant was stared at by this gaze, and beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
He suddenly thought of the previous person in front of him, Assistant.
In an instant, fear invaded his brain.
Fortunately, Anti didn't pay attention to his words, he just shook his head.
"This way he has greater value."
Hearing Anti's calm words, Assistant breathed a sigh of relief quietly in his heart.
At this moment he no longer dared to stay here.
Thinking of this, he lowered his head and said.
"Mr. Anti, I will continue my work."
Looking at the back of Assistant leaving, Anti sighed again.
"The code name Gambler gave you is really ironic."
"Perhaps your fate has already been decided."
In a splendid church.
A group of clergymen wearing white robes were praying daily.
The leader was an old man with gray hair and a crown on his head.
The crown is also inlaid with brilliant gems.
After a long time, the prayer ended.
A priest trotted to the old man's side.
He whispered in the old man's ear.
"Your Majesty Pope, it has been confirmed that Prison Warden has completed the sacrifice to Niclade."
"This news came to us from Prison Warden."
Pope's body froze, and after a moment he waved his hand to indicate that he understood.
He stood up and held high the Pope scepter in his hand.
"May God bless us!"
Under his leadership, the clergymen behind them all buried their heads and responded.
"May God bless us!"
"May God bless us!"
After completing all the daily rituals, Pope returned to his bedroom.
At this time, he could no longer control his facial expressions.
His body instantly transformed into that youthful appearance.
His handsome face had a ferocious expression.
"Damn it! Damn it!"
"Niclade Are you a waste?"
"You can actually let a group of humans sacrifice you!"
"Didn't you say you're not afraid of the serial number 02-Angel?"
At this time, Pope did not know that Angel was not used in the sacrifice of Niclade.
The crown on his head became a crown of flesh and blood.
Just when he was about to go to R'lyeh to check it out in person.
A sound that was almost like talking in sleep reached his ears.
Pope was stunned on the spot.
Intense fear eroded his heart.
The only thing that can scare him, who has become a god, is a more powerful god.
The voice couldn't tell what it was saying, it sounded like a madman talking to himself.
But Pope's body froze in place.
After a long time, he knelt on the ground and said with a pious expression.
"Lord, I understand."
"I will spread the faith for you."
When the muttering in his sleep disappeared, Pope breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately a smile appeared on his face.
"Who is the winner?"
"Niclade thought he was the winner, but in the end he didn't even have the chance to be resurrected."
"You who think you are the winner now probably wouldn't have thought of this result."
After saying that, his body returned to his old appearance.
Northern Europe.
In a luxurious winding mountain Manor.
A group of rich men in black suits knelt down.
There was a look of sorrow on their faces.
in front of them.
A figure with three heads sat cross-legged on the ground.
His hands were in the shape of a flower, and a scarlet crown of light hung behind each of his three heads.
The two heads on the shoulders were extremely rotten.
Only the middle head appears normal.
He was wearing a custom-made black suit, and beneath him was a lotus flower of rotting flesh and blood.
There was a look of compassion on his face.
This person is He Shang who has disappeared for a long time.
"Holy Lord, the construction of underground Buddha Land is about to enter the final stage."
"Some of my followers are already doing penance in the completed part."
An old rich man said in a trembling voice.
He Shang, sitting cross-legged on the flesh and blood lotus, listened quietly to the words of the old rich man.
After a long time, he spoke softly.
"Yes, you did a good job."
"Your contributions to the Buddha will surely be reciprocated."
As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and tapped the old rich man lightly.
At the same time, the scarlet light crown behind his head flickered.
The next moment, the old rich man's body began to squirm crazily.
When other wealthy people around saw this scene, their eyes turned red.
It can be seen from their expressions that they are envious of the old rich man.
A long time passed.
The rich man's body finally stopped moving.
A swollen ball of rotten flesh was left in place.
The meat ball slowly stretched out its fat head.
Two bloated arms were placed on his extremely deformed and bloated belly.
He had a rich smile on his face and a prominent forehead.
He Shang's voice is ethereal.
"Given the Dharma title Hundred Treasures, he is in charge of wealth."
At the same time, the other wealthy people hurriedly bent down and kowtowed.
"I have seen the Hundred Treasures Bodhisattva."