Apocalypse lay in the research base for a while, and suddenly thought that he had not seen Peter for a while, so he began to sense their current location based on the contract on them.
"Huh?"
He raised his brows and sensed that Peter were now in First Heaven. He suddenly felt curious in his heart. Did they make an appointment to go to the trial together?
Apocalypse turned over and jumped up from the recliner, and escaped into First Heaven.
Inside Sky Temple, the majestic thousand-meter-long statue sat quietly cross-legged, with the Nine Heavens model suspended in his open hands, and the right hand holding a hundred-meter-high three-color gemstone tree.
Countless miniature galaxies are floating in the space of the temple, rotating slowly following a certain trajectory, and stars of various colors are twinkling, making the entire temple feel like a dream.
On the canopy of the giant tree with blue flesh, gold bones and red tendons, like a condensed gemstone, countless branches are criss-crossed, and countless golden round fruits hang on the branches without leaves. The "king" pattern with a red heart on a blue background shimmers through the peel, and the strokes are bold and public.
Just on a thick branch of the giant tree, the figure of Apocalypse quietly emerged.
Leaning casually against the tree trunk, Apocalypse reached out and picked a fruit, without wiping it off, he opened his mouth and bit it.
Sweet and delicious, thousands of sweet flavors bursting into his throat at the same time, a very weak energy for him turned into a warm current and spread throughout his body, bringing a sense of comfort.
While Apocalypse was enjoying the delicious food of King Fruit, his eyes were staring ahead without focus. His consciousness had fallen into the wilderness below, looking for the figures of Peter.
Under a space formed by two intertwined boulders, on a clean platform built of flat stone slabs slightly off the ground, Norman Osborn leaned weakly against the boulder next to it.
His eye sockets were sunken, his face was thin and shiny, his forehead was sweating, his lips were slightly cracked and peeling, his eyes were tired, and the dark circles under his eyes reflected the bloodshot eyes.
Norman The originally stiff suit now looks wrinkled, covered with dust, and has some white spots like dried sweat stains.
He blinked his eyes hard from time to time, his face looked a little sickly pale, his chapped lips pursed from time to time, and then he stuck out his tongue to lick it.
Then his eyes couldn't help but glance towards another place nearby that was surrounded by stones. There were several large chunks of fat cacti piled inside, and several thin stone slices with obvious signs of impact were lined up. There were also some dark marks left after the cactus juice dried up.
Norman's throat rolled hard, trying hard to suppress the desire to retching. The fragrance of cactus floated along the air, and a certain sticky feeling reminded him of the deep memories of the past few days like a ghost.
"Ugh... ugh!"
Norman felt that his head was dizzy, his nerves were tingling, a strong sense of weakness and exhaustion was impacting his consciousness, and his stomach and intestines were spasming uncontrollably. He hurriedly supported the stone platform and staggered to his feet.
He rushed out of a small space, lay on the ground and retched violently in front of a pothole. His internal organs were throbbing, and the veins on his neck were bulging. His face was red, his eyes were bright red, physiological tears blurred his vision, and long beads of saliva formed at the corners of his mouth.
"Huh... huh... huh..."
After a while, Norman finally came to his senses. He wiped his face casually with his hands, half-straightened his waist with his hands on the ground, and gasped for breath while holding his knees on his palms.
Although his head was still tingling from time to time, Norman felt a little more conscious and no longer as groggy as before.
"It seems that the goddess of luck is looking after me, I finally got through it today!"
After catching his breath a little, Norman didn't care about his embarrassing appearance. Instead, he looked at the darkening sky and smiled happily.
After trying several times, Norman finally stood up completely with his limp body staggering, and slowly walked back to the resting platform. He stared hard and touched the scratches on the boulder next to him with his palms.
"Already have six ways... tomorrow noon... just need to hold on until tomorrow noon, right?"
Norman murmured to himself while stroking the rough scratches, with a look of deep anticipation on his face.
"Gu~"
An inappropriate sound came from Norman's empty stomach, diverting his attention.
Norman couldn't help but look at the place where the cacti were piled up, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and his face was full of tangles.
For him, the most difficult thing during this period is not the increasingly intense feeling of fatigue. As a workaholic, Norman is determined and has slowly adapted to it as time goes by.
The most unbearable thing for him is the cactus that is the only food source designed by Li Ge in a wicked way.
You might say that it would be better if there was a fire source to cook it and eat it, but Li Ge didn't even leave any weeds. In the entire wilderness, cactus was the only plant.
Friends who have eaten cactus know that as long as it is cooked and properly seasoned, cactus is a rare delicacy.
But if it is eaten completely raw, without seasoning, the combination of tough, sticky, and faint grassy smell will be more or less fresh in your memory.
You can try to accept a small amount or once in a while, but Li Ge can be used for seven days with just a wave of your hand.
Eat it every day, every meal, or eat it raw. Later, many people have a shadow of cactus.
Norman is obviously also a victim of cactus, you can tell by looking at his troubled expression.
He stared straight at the pile of cacti, with heaven and man at war in his heart. His dry throat couldn't stop rolling up and down. He didn't know if it was because of the hot air, but strands of sweat slid down his brows and eyes.
His stomach was rumbling, his body was sending out signs of weakness, his lips and teeth were dry, Norman's eyes suddenly froze, and the tempered will finally defeated the resistance.
"There's still one day left, I can't go hungry!"
Walking forward with empty steps, Norman slowly squatted down, picked up the cactus with a piece of stone, and began to scratch it carefully.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of gnawing sounded from the right hand of the statue in the temple. Apocalypse was sitting on the branch of King Fruit Tree, eating King Fruit leisurely.
"That's it!"
"Norman Osborn, the father of Harry, is indeed the original Green Goblin, with great willpower!"
Apocalypse's eyes are still empty. He is observing Norman's every move and commenting casually.
"Peter and several people brought Norman Osborn with them to First Heaven for a trial. I originally thought that only Harry was with him!"
Apocalypse was mumbling, not forgetting to nibble on King Fruit.
The conditions of the three Peter were also displayed one by one in his induction. Each of them relied on Transcendent's physique to survive, but they still had red eyes with dark circles, and they were constantly struggling with the cactus.
"Hahaha... This is indeed my genius idea. Desert treasures like cacti should be able to stay away from most people's dining tables in the future, right?"
Apocalypse's attention was not only on them, but also on other trialists. It was obvious that the cactus was torturing them severely.