The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins

Switching from the [Xuanyuan Sword] to the [Sun-shooting Bow], the transition was seamless!

Seeing the girl's bewildered expression, Zhu Haomiao pondered for a moment and shrugged.

"I don't know~"

"..."

"Is it that hard?"

"..."

Seeing the boy's clear and sincere questioning gaze, Amaterasu fell into deep silence.

Seeing that his words rendered the other silent, Zhu Haomiao shrugged helplessly.

"Any last words? If not, I'm going to start now."

The girl just gave him a deep look, calmly closed her eyes.

The next second, two giant snake heads opened their jaws and bit down viciously, greedily chewing and swallowing the two girls.

Crack crunch~

The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed in the snake's mouth, Zhu Haomiao closed his eyes in intoxication, once again savoring the unparalleled sweet and savory taste.

[Gluttony] devoured the Source Quality, [All Attributes] +9

[Gluttony] devoured the Source Quality, [All Attributes] +10

Two consecutive prompts appeared in the [Book of Black], Zhu Haomiao opened his eyes slowly, frantically absorbing the nearly infinite blazing Original Sin, in the depths of his pupils, the divine colors rolled turbulently.

"Roar!"

The shadow of Orochi behind him let out a pained yet joyful roar, the three severed snake necks writhed and grew new heads at a visible speed.

The already massive body continued to swell, instantly surpassing a hundred meters.

The swaying snake heads scanned the surroundings, their greedy and hungry gaze as if they wanted to swallow all life in Han City.

Even across a long distance, all the descenders felt the tangible gaze, an oppressive feeling enveloped the world making them tremble and fall into endless fear.

It was a crushing from the level of life, a powerlessness and despair mortals feel when facing an ancient God Demon!

But just when they were about to collapse, the divine souls of the two girls were repelled out of this plane, Zhu Haomiao exhaled a satisfied breath of turbid air, the unrestrained Orochi behind him gradually lowered its head, retracting its aura.

[Greed]: LV.7→LV.8

[Jealousy]: LV.7→LV.8

[Anger]: LV.8→LV.9

[Gluttony]: LV.6→LV.8

[Lust]: LV.5→LV.8

[Sloth]: LV.6→LV.8

[Pride]: LV.6→LV.8

Looking at the [Book of Black] with its levels of Seven Deadly Sins swelling madly, Zhu Haomiao couldn't help but clasp his hands together, showing devout gratitude.

Thank you, Lord, for your gifts, I hope next time I see you, you will be even plumper and juicier...

No, I hope you are healthy, peaceful, and joyous!

Amen~

Devoutly drawing a cross on his chest, Zhu Haomiao retracted all his energy, and the substantial-looking Orochi slowly dissipated into the air.

Sigh~

With a slow and deep breath, Zhu Haomiao looked down at the hideous sword mark on his chest and abdomen that was still cracking and healing, and pursed his lips in resignation.

The remnant divinity of a high-ranked position will probably take a long time to wear off...

However, there's something more important right now...

Looking up, the boy gazed in the direction of the command center of Han City, and with a measured pace, he gradually made his way forward.

On the multi-layered elastic defensive positions, the descenders from various countries watched the small figure approaching, not daring to make any move.

Everyone knew how terrifying the monster hidden beneath that seemingly harmless exterior was!

Fear, doubt, admiration, fanaticism...

Basking in various complex gazes, Zhu Haomiao passed through unimpeded and stepped into the strictly guarded command center of Han City.

The structure here was identical to the one up north, and the boy, familiar with the place, walked towards the command hall. Everywhere he went, contenders stationed there parted like the sea, not daring to block his path.

Until the entrance of the command hall, Zhu Haomiao saw a young man wearing a badge with a shield-shaped bald eagle.

Under his nervous and trembling gaze, Zhu Haomiao walked up, smiling slightly.

"Once I step in here, it counts as occupying Han City, right?"

Tommy Perez looked at the boy's abyss-black eyes and sighed powerlessly, bowing his head and moving aside respectfully.

"Yes, the honor belongs to you."

Casually glancing at him, Zhu Haomiao strode into the command hall.

At the moment his feet crossed the threshold, all the contenders' Holy Emblems trembled slightly, and an electronic voice, neither male nor female, sounded in their minds.

"Zhu Haomiao, the Chinese contender, has conquered the Han City command center, the Japan faction has failed, the [Battle of Jiawu] has ended."

.........

Forcibly suppressing the increasingly severe Lost reaction, Zhu Haomiao returned to Pyongyang, refusing all celebrations and social engagements, and went straight back to the cruise ship.

In the dining room, Wilson had already prepared an enormous amount of extraordinary food, waiting respectfully for his arrival.

"Squee!"

But the first to greet Zhu Haomiao was a cute ball of fluffy white fur.

However, when the boy's horrendous wound, which almost split him in two, came into view, Diao Chan trembled all over, and a large amount of water quickly filled its bright black eyes.

"It's time to wash, it's time to wash, Shuishui's about to wash again..."

Zhu Haomiao: "..."

Why the heck are you saying again?!

Rolling his eyes at it, Zhu Haomiao went straight into the dining room.

He would have to rest for a long period, just like a snake before hibernation, he must accumulate a vast amount of material nutrition for digestion and absorption before sleeping deeply.

"Squee! Shuishui don't wash~"

Realizing what was happening, Diao Chan whimpered and scampered up Zhu Haomiao's body, licking his wounds.

Zhu Haomiao hadn't had time to stop it before Diao Chan's fur bristled, its pink little tongue being torn by the divine Sword Qi residue on the wound, blood flowing freely.

However, bearing the intense pain, Diao Chan diligently licked the wound, its small tongue being cut repeatedly by the Sword Qi, blood continuously seeping out.

In an instant, a warm sensation spread over the wound, Diao Chan's blood mingling into the wound, the exposed grotesque flesh gradually healing, starting to scab.

Seeing the wound shorten by a centimeter, Zhu Haomiao responded, grabbing Diao Chan by the scruff of the neck, both pained and angry, he growled softly.

"Stop licking, do you have a death wish!"

"Squee~"

Diao Chan curled up its limbs and hung in the air, looking at him with big teary eyes, unaware of what it had done wrong.

"Stop licking, I won't die!"

Seeing this, Zhu Haomiao softened his tone, rubbed its little head, and placed it aside.

This tiny creature, even bled dry, couldn't heal this wound!

Next, the boy sat down grandly at the main position, and a maid immediately brought out the cutlery and poured him fine wine.

But as she turned around, she saw a terrifying snake head as thick as a barrel slide past her face, hungrily lunging at the food on the table.