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Chapter 77 Banquet Invitation
creak... creak...

It was the sound of teeth crunching bones.

The old king was sitting on a reinforced special wooden chair, enjoying this special lunch intently.

The figure of Zechariah IX was too large and bloated, and the silver dinner plate the size of a human head was no more than half the length of the king's palm.

He was like a huge mountain of meat piled up in front of the dining table, and the silver knife and fork seemed like two small toothpicks in his hands.

Every movement of his extremely fat arms was extremely difficult and slow, but even so, the old king's dining etiquette was still meticulous.

He held the handle of the knife and fork with his index finger and thumb, and patiently cut the screaming small pieces of meat on the dinner plate. After a while, his silver-white delicate knife and fork became blood red.

Dozens of royal attendants in tuxedos stood beside the king respectfully, ready to serve the aging king at any time.

But what is frightening is that all the attendants, no matter male or female, have no ears, eyes or tongue. Their organs seem to have been gouged out with sharp knives, and their eyelids and lips are sewn with fine silk thread...

Golden tentacles swayed slightly above their heads.

At this moment, there were faint but extremely angry and desperate screams echoing on the entire table, and a faint light burst out from the plate in front of the king.

"You're no king...you're a monster..."

The light was like a small mirror, and then, with a soft sound, the blood-red table knife in the king's right hand was broken under the collision of the tiny light.

"Give me back my... family..."

There was a hint of crying in that looming voice, but the king's expression remained unchanged.

An attendant who was closest to him immediately stepped forward and raised the tray in his hand. There were brand new knives and forks inside.

It seems that the damage of the king's knife and fork is a very common thing.

The next moment, the king's fork pierced the spine of one of the pieces of meat on the dinner plate, and then Zecharia IX picked up a brand new table knife and cut the piece of meat in half neatly.

The small sound disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the king stuffed the piece of meat into his mouth and continued to chew, but this time, his expression finally changed slightly, and the old king laughed. The quality of this piece of food seemed to make him very satisfied.

Ka... Zecharia IX seems to have bitten something hard.

He frowned, then spat out a small round object.

It was a broken and deformed pocket watch. It rolled to the ground and spread out. One side was just an ordinary dial, and the other side was a small photo.

In the photo, it seems to be a scene of a family of three embracing each other, but their faces are also distorted and blurred with the shattered pocket watch at this moment.

Soon, the plate in front of the king became empty, and the lunch was over.

"Not enough...not enough...I'm still hungry..."

An old voice squeezed out from the fat and huge body, the king put down the knife, and greedily licked his blood-stained thick lips.

"I can't wait... I can't wait... My Lord Pope, how long is it until that banquet starts... I'm getting hungry, no matter how much flesh and blood I eat, it's not enough..."

The aged king posed his eager questions to the empty seats on the other side of the table.

"As the supreme king of the Sapphire Kingdom, you have to maintain the minimum patience, Zecharia IX."

Accompanied by an ethereal chuckle, a little bit of golden starlight was outlined from the opposite side of the dining table out of thin air, and the bright holy brilliance gathered together, turning into a faceless figure.

The figure formed by the rays of light seemed to be only the size of a normal adult. He was dressed in a golden robe, but his face was dark and chaotic. Occasionally, a little bit of starlight would flash through the darkness.

Compared with the huge king on the other side of the table, his figure was like a weak child.

But at this moment, all the attendants fell to their knees on the ground, and the golden tentacles above their heads swayed obediently, as if they saw some supreme existence.

Even the old king lowered his head: "I'm very sorry... His Excellency the Pope... I was too impatient..."

"It's okay, after all, such an important day will only appear at the moment when the century changes."

The stars on the pope's face shone brightly, and the inhuman, ethereal voice seemed to flow into the ears of Zecharia IX from all directions.

"We have sent a sincere invitation to a history recorder, and the new star apostle will soon be driven by your minister to the capital of the Holy Emperor..."

"At that time, the giant dragon will spread its wings, and the mythical creatures born from the abyss will personally open the door of history for you..."

"We will tear off his wings, and then repaint the glorious history that only belongs to you..."

"You will bathe in the blood of the giant dragon in the ritual, and then completely cast off the shackles of the mysterious weight, and have the qualifications to change history..."

The pope opened his arms: "Once our ceremony of enshrining the starry sky is successfully completed, at the moment when the present banquet and the historical banquet are completely connected and intertwined, you will, like the kings of all ages, move from the boring present to the present. Into eternal history, to obtain eternal life surrounded by glory!"

The king's breathing gradually became heavy, and Zecharia IX's eyes revealed a light of extreme desire.

Yeah...he's seen...he's seen...

Just decades ago, he slaughtered his brothers and sisters with his own hands, and the moment he took over the scepter from his father and became the Ninth King, what he saw with his own eyes...

It was a grand banquet jointly created by the six kings hidden in the history of Savore!
That is the real kingdom of heaven, and that is the destination he deserves as a king...

Famous chefs of all ages have produced an endless stream of inexhaustible delicacies, famous musicians will always sing intoxicating sounds of nature on stage, and forever young glamorous dancers will tirelessly spin on the stage .

All desires can be fully realized in that wonderful land, and kings will never stop enjoying themselves under the service of people until the end of time.

The old king, who was like a mountain of meat, was completely stretched out on the chair, as if he had fallen into the imagining of the future, Zecharia IX grinned wildly at the corners of his wrinkled mouth.

"Seeing that you are so satisfied with the gift of the great starry sky, I am relieved."

On the other side, looking at the king's expression, the pope seemed to chuckle, and then, the stars on his face flickered frantically: "Then, let the king's invitation begin to spread..."

"The supreme starry sky is watching all the creatures in the world, and everything will eventually return to the embrace of the starry sky..."

Dense eyeballs surged out of the Pope's dark and hazy face like a black tide. They let out strange screams and frantic ravings, and then a strange change occurred in the Pope's sight.

They turned into invitations that were extremely exquisite and covered with gilt patterns on all sides.

Yeah, that's the ticket to despair.

(End of this chapter)