Chapter 180 Who Is the Winner?

Anti stared at the place where the gambler disappeared, and got up and left the office after a long time.

He came to a containment room.

After going through layers of identity verification, the door was opened.

He walked in.

The containment room was dark and damp, and there was disgusting unknown mucus everywhere.

There was a twisted mass of flesh and blood in the corner.

Countless scarlet tentacles were swinging around it, and it was a high-level weird life.

Anti's eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

He just looked at the weird life quietly.

Puff puff.

As the flesh and blood squirmed, an almost crazy voice sounded.

"Teacher!!!"

"I'm hungry!"

Anti shook his head gently, and then sighed.

"Adam, my student."

"I feel sorry for what happened to you."

The twisted flesh fell into silence for a moment.

Then a crazier voice sounded.

"Doctor!"

"Doctor!!!"

This twisted weird life turned out to be Adam who entered the dark prison.

Anti shook his head and said calmly.

"The gambler who caught you told me that you have been completely polluted due to excessive eating."

"Otherwise, I would have made you a god."

"What a pity."

After saying this, he quietly left the containment room.

When the door was 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 be started at any time."

Hearing this, Anti just nodded slightly.

The assistant hesitated for a moment, but still asked curiously.

"Mr. Anti, are you really not going to help Adam regain his sanity?"

Anti's sharp eyes fell on the assistant's face.

The assistant was stared at by this gaze, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

He suddenly thought of the previous assistant of the person in front of him.

Instantly, fear invaded his brain.

Fortunately, Anti didn't care about his words, he just shook his head.

"He is more valuable like this."

Hearing Anti's calm words, the assistant breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

At this moment, he didn't dare to stay here.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and said.

"Mr. Anti, I will continue to work."

Looking at the back of his assistant leaving, Anti sighed again.

"It's really ironic that the gambler gave you this code name."

"Perhaps your fate has already been determined."

…………

In a magnificent church.

A group of clergymen in white robes are doing daily prayers.

The leader is an old man with white hair and a crown on his head.

There are also dazzling gems inlaid on the crown.

After a long time, the prayer ended.

A clergyman trotted to the old man.

He leaned over and whispered in the old man's ear.

"Your Holiness, it has been confirmed that the jailer has completed the sacrifice of Nicolaide."

"This news was sent to us by the jailer."

The Pope's body stiffened, and after a moment he waved his hand to indicate that he knew.

He stood up and raised the Pope's scepter in his hand.

"May God bless us!"

Under his lead, the clergymen behind him all responded with their heads down.

"May God bless us!"

"May God bless us!"

. . . . . .

After completing all the daily rituals, the Pope returned to his bedroom.

At this time, he could no longer control his facial expression.

His body instantly changed into that young look.

His handsome face had a ferocious expression.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Niclade, are you a waste?"

"You actually let a group of humans sacrifice you!"

"Didn't you say you're not afraid of serial number 02-angels?"

At this time, the Pope didn't know that angels were not used to sacrifice Niclade.

The crown on his head turned into a crown of flesh and blood.

Just when he was about to go to R'lyeh to check it out in person.

A voice that was almost like a dream came into his ears.

The Pope was stunned in place.

Intense fear eroded his heart.

The only thing that could frighten him, who had already become a god, was a more powerful god.

The voice was inaudible, like a madman talking to himself.

But the Pope's body froze in place.

After a long time, he knelt on the ground with his knees and said with a pious expression.

"Lord, I understand."

"I will spread faith for you."

When the dream voice disappeared, the Pope breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, a smile appeared on his face.

"Who is the winner?"

"Niklade thought he was the winner, but he didn't even have a chance to revive."

"You who think you are the winner now, I'm afraid you wouldn't expect this result."

After saying that, his body turned back to that old look.

…………

Northern Europe.

In a luxurious winding mountain manor.

A group of wealthy people in black suits knelt down.

Their faces were all sad.

In front of them.

A figure with three heads sat cross-legged on the ground.

His hands were in a flower-holding position, and behind each of his three heads hung a scarlet halo of light.

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 rotten flesh and blood lotus.

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 the underground Buddhist kingdom is about to enter the final stage."

"Some of my Buddha's followers are already doing penance in the completed part."

An old rich man said tremblingly.

He Shang, who was 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 be reciprocated."

As he spoke, he stretched out his finger and gently tapped the old rich man.

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 the other rich 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 squirming.

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 was 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."