Chapter 1260: God's Flesh

"Liu Shun!"

Zhao Yin shouted, and Liu Shun came jogging from the wooden house in the distance.

"boss!"

"Go and put all those aliens and human traitors in slavery chains for me." Zhao Yin ordered.

He was too lazy to do such trivial things himself.

"Good boss!"

Liu Shun immediately took the space bracelet that contained the slavery chains and walked towards the cornfield.

Zhu Yao here was still extracting blood essence. The second one was a top-level demigod Stoneback. After taking out more than a hundred drops of blood essence, his life level dropped to the bottom line of demigod.

The third one was just a primary demigod bull-headed creature. It couldn't hold on after only 20 drops of blood essence. Zhu Yao had no choice but to stop...

Until Zhu Yao extracted the essence and blood of all the demigods to the maximum extent possible, filling dozens of small bottles.

Liu Shun also signed slavery chain contracts for two thousand silver-armored traitors and two thousand aliens.

Liu Shun knew what to do without Zhao Yin's instructions.

He immediately brought the slaves towards Zhu Yao and Zhao Yin.

Zhu Yao grabbed a silver-armored traitor by the collar and threw him directly into the Longevity Prison.

"Eat it!"

A group of demigods whose life levels have dropped have been starving and thirsty for a long time and are in urgent need of flesh and blood nourishment.

In an instant, they all pounced on him. The silver-armored traitor's life level was only SS level, and he had no power to resist, so he was torn into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, even the spilled blood was licked clean by the alien demigods...

At this moment, all the silver-armored traitors and aliens changed their expressions drastically.

There was no mercy on Zhu Yao's face. He grabbed the next silver-armored traitor and threw him in again.

Zhu Yao's basic attributes were not high, but with Liu Shun's cooperation, whenever she caught a silver-armored traitor, Liu Shun would immediately ignite the opponent's soul, making it impossible for the silver-armored traitor to use his extraordinary power...

Within a minute, Zhu Yao threw the eighteen silver-armored traitors into the Longevity Prison.

Every time a silver-armored traitor fell into the prison of immortality, the demigod aliens did not kill him and then eat him.

In fact, they didn't have time to kill because all the demigods and alien races were fighting for it.

Those who are quick will get the food, those who are slow will get nothing.

The living silver-armored traitor watched helplessly as his hands and feet were bitten off by the aliens, and his chest and abdomen were cut open by the aliens' sharp claws...

They watched themselves being eaten bit by bit, and the only thing they could do was to howl like wild beasts.

Qinglang and Baiwei stood there, both with bloodshot eyes.

Several girls were also attracted by this scene, and even Song Xiaodao, who was on the other side of the pond, looked over.

Even though they were all used to seeing blood, this scene still frightened all the girls.

Song Xiaodao, Ning Yue and others performed even better.

In the distance, in front of the invisible tent, Wang Chunhua, who was cooking delicious food, covered her eyes and dared not to look at all.

Even though ancient humans were barbaric, they had never seen such a cruel and brutal scene.

At this moment, even Zhao Yin didn't know that a trace of fear suddenly arose in Wang Chunhua's heart towards him.

But everyone understands that these silver-armored traitors deserve to die!

Human warriors are supposed to protect the human race.

But they betrayed, joined forces with alien races, and killed their former comrades...

Countless generations of human slaves and the lives of billions of human beings will be brought to an irretrievable end.

"Sir, please spare my life!"

Finally, someone in silver armor collapsed, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to beg for mercy in the direction of Zhao Yin.

The next moment, Liu Shun ignited his soul, and the silver-armored man fell to the ground, rolling and wailing...

Soon, the demigod aliens in the Longevity Prison devoured more than five hundred silver-armored traitors.

They seemed to be finally full and needed time to digest.

However, Zhao Yin frowned, feeling that the flesh and blood of more than 500 people might not be enough to restore much blood and essence to the 23 demigods.

The consumption of flesh and blood was greater than he had imagined.

"In the future, I will capture more and more demigods. If I want to feed them alive for a long time and extract their blood, I will have to capture more living food!"

Zhao Yin murmured, looked at Liu Shun, and ordered: "After feeding the living food here, feed those yellow-armored traitors as well!"

When Guan Xing fled, he left behind many yellow-armored traitors.

"Yes! Boss!" Liu Shun agreed respectfully.

Zhao Yin ignored him and looked at Zhu Dan: "What other materials do you need?"

"Boss, the materials for refining three kinds of replenishing pills have now been gathered. These living creatures cannot be used, but the flesh and blood of the quasi-gods and demigods you killed earlier can probably be used to refine 20,000 pills of each kind." Zhu Dan said.

"Refine as much material as you have."

After Zhao Yin finished speaking, he took Qinglang and Bai Wei and turned to leave.

When I returned to the invisible tent, I saw Wang Chunhua sitting outside the tent from afar.

She found a stove and non-stick pan set from somewhere.

Something was cooking in the pot, and the lid was closed in time. The hot steam emanating from the gaps along the edge of the pot also emitted a glow of light.

The aroma of the food was a stronger fragrance than Zhao Yin had ever encountered before. It spread in the air. Zhao Yin took a breath and felt relaxed all over.

Zhao Yin hadn't noticed before that the animals in the distance all looked uneasy, and even the little monkey had greed in its dark eyes.

"Wang Chunhua, what are you cooking?" Zhao Yin was shocked.

At this time, there was not only Wang Chunhua sitting by the stove, but also Zhou Lili, Ning Yue and Jiang Xiner.

"Zhao Yin, Sister Chunhua said she would treat us to a big dinner!"

Several girls stood up and Jiang Xiner said with a smile.

"Master!"

At this moment, a black shadow whooshed out from the cornfield and suddenly hugged Zhao Yin's legs.

"grandfather……!"

The corpse demon Zhang Jie pointed at Wang Chunhua's pot, his mouth full of saliva, and he kept swallowing.

"Wait, eat later!"

Zhao Yin patted the corpse demon Zhang Jie on the head and comforted him briefly, then walked forward, raised his hand and gestured for the girls to sit down.

"Zhao Yin, I cooked a big white goose. Isn't it delicious?" Wang Chunhua seemed very satisfied with her masterpiece.

"Big white goose?"

Zhao Yin was distracted for a moment, he remembered clearly that the two quasi-god-level angels and all the demigod-level angels were now in his hands.

Among the remaining alien slaves, there are also dozens of angels, but their meat is so delicious.

At this time, Wang Chunhua lifted the non-stick pan and stirred the pan with an iron spoon.

Suddenly, white rays of light burst out, covering the sunlight from the sky.

The rich fragrance reached its peak in an instant, and Zhao Yin couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

In the distance, Song Xiaodao and Zhou Dandan immediately flew over here.

The animals in the cornfield let out low growls, as if they couldn't suppress their appetite.

Zhao Yin remembered that the last time the beasts behaved in this way, it was Yuan Baoer who made steamed fish.

Wang Chunhua fished out a piece of snow-white meat from the pot and took a bite: "Well, it's cooked."

The huge vitality seemed to render the non-stick pan and the stove, and the two dead objects seemed to come alive.

Zhao Yin finally thought of something, and his mind suddenly buzzed.

“Is this the meat of the gods?”