Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 157 - 157 100 Who Dares to Ascend to the Deer Platform to Battle with My Ten Thousand Enemies_1

157: Chapter 100 Who Dares to Ascend to the Deer Platform, to Battle with My Ten Thousand Enemies?_1 157: Chapter 100 Who Dares to Ascend to the Deer Platform, to Battle with My Ten Thousand Enemies?_1 At the Star Plucking Palace, atop the platform, the atmosphere congealed as if a massive rock was pressing down on everyone, making it hard to breathe.

Wang Mingfu felt the king was seriously ill.

I’m fine even if you demand my wife!

I would definitely not refuse, but the heart…

This thing…

We all have only one.

If I give it to you, how would I even live?

“Another of these instant-death rule contaminations!”

Guo Zheng had a massive headache, for this divine taboo game was extremely dangerous, any moment of carelessness could lead to immediate death.

“…”

Lv Yingxi didn’t know how to respond, offering a heart meant certain death.

If it were an arm or a leg, she absolutely would have chopped it off without hesitation and given it to the king.

She believed that as long as she was alive, there was hope.

So, she had already prepared herself for disability.

However, what the other party demanded was more than she could offer.

The king, seated aloft in the tower, was of a volatile temperament and lacked patience.

It did not wait for Lv Yingxi’s response anymore and growled fiercely with a ferocious expression.

“Our majesty is ill, and you must prove your loyalty by cutting out your heart and offering it up.

This is the greatest honor!”

The king finished shouting, and the armed soldiers standing around the platform immediately struck the ground with their bronze spears, chanting loudly.

“Great disrespect!” “Great disrespect!” “Great disrespect!”

“Condemned to death!” “Condemned to death!” “Condemned to death!”

A murderous aura surged about on the platform.

“God Lin, lend me your royal sword.

I’ll go and kill the king!”

Lv Yingxi was ready to risk everything.

Since death was inevitable, she might as well try to kill the king.

“Sorry!”

Lin Baici shook his head.

The royal sword was his trump card; he wouldn’t use it lightly even himself, let alone give it to Lv Yingxi.

If she died, the royal sword would surely be taken by the king.

“God Lin, I’m begging you!”

Lv Yingxi pleaded, “Otherwise, a torch will do.

I can pretend to accept the king’s demand and then seize the chance to get close and assassinate it!”

[She’s too naive, this little sweet treat has no chance to get close to the king.

Once she agrees, she’s nothing but fish on the chopping board.]

In order to prove her determination, Lv Yingxi shouted at the king, “Please allow me to extract my heart myself and present it to the king!”

“Hmph, at least you’re sensible!”

The king’s expression cleared slightly.

“God Lin, I…”

Just as Lv Yingxi was about to continue pleading with Lin Baici, her heart suddenly throbbed violently.

Thud!

The instant palpitations and pain contorted Lv Yingxi’s face completely; her body convulsed, she lost her balance, and with a bang, her head slammed onto the desk.

Thud!

Thud!

Lv Yingxi’s heart was beating furiously, like a whitebait straining against the hook or a wild dog straining at the leash, eager to bite at anyone!

“Ah!”

Lv Yingxi, her right hand clutching her left chest in pain, fell to the ground, convulsing and writhing.

Her chest puffed up with a large bulge and then quickly deflated.

After several such cycles, it burst open with a bang.

Bang!

Lv Yingxi lay on the ground, beneath her a pool of blood that quickly spread.

The crowd was stunned into silence.

Lv Yingxi’s body writhed for a few seconds, then her mouth was forced open, and a heart with four legs crawled out.

After pausing briefly to identify its direction, it scurried with haste toward the northern loft.

“Holy shit!”

Gu Rongjie was paralyzed, swearing bluntly.

The others were equally horrified.

The four limbs of the heart, similar to scorpion legs, though short, moved with incredible speed.

It rushed up the steps and leaped onto the king’s desk, leaving behind a trail of blood that faded from thick to thin.

Dazzling!

Gore!

Snap!

The king grabbed the heart with one hand, thrust it into his mouth, and began to gnaw on it raw.

Crunch!

Crunch!

Dull red chunks of flesh oozed out from between the teeth, sliding over the lips, and falling onto the king’s chest, the desk, and the ground.

“Ugh!”

Hua Yue Yu covered her mouth, feeling the urge to vomit.

Many turned their eyes away, unable to watch any longer!

Legs turned to jelly in fright!

Tang Zhiqian, holding a tribute of wine, glanced at Lv Yingxi’s corpse, then closed his eyes in agony.

Feeling utterly powerless, his frustration and distress were overwhelming.

“Throw it down to feed the dogs!”

The king, his mouth smeared with blood, casually ordered.

Two soldiers nearby hastened over, one grabbing the head and the other the feet, lifting Lv Yingxi’s corpse.

They walked to the edge of the platform and threw her down.

Gurgle!

Du Xin swallowed nervously, looking around.

The people in Tang Zhiqian’s circle were almost completely wiped out.

She was scared, terrified, but then a sense of equilibrium suddenly returned to her heart.

After all, these people lived in luxury without having to worry about food and clothing, especially Tang Zhiqian, Xue Zhao, and Lv Yingxi.

Even if they squandered money without restraint, they wouldn’t be able to exhaust the wealth they inherited in three lifetimes, but now, they still had to die just the same.

Oh, Brother Tang isn’t dead, but he became a eunuch.

All of a sudden, Du Xin’s mindset stabilized; she would try her best to survive, and should she truly fail, it wouldn’t matter anymore—after all, they had lost much more than she ever would.

After the king dealt with Lv Yingxi and guzzled several large gulps of liquor, it turned its gaze towards Wang Mingfu’s side.

“Our majesty is ill, would you be willing to offer your heart to serve as a medicinal catalyst, to alleviate our majesty’s suffering?”

Swish!

Wang Mingfu and the others were scared stiff, goosebumps instantly covered their bodies.

Soon, they realized the king was addressing Zhao Tong.

With a sigh of relief, they relaxed.

“Is…

is it me…

you’re asking?”

Zhao Tong’s ensemble was in disarray, her high heels gone, her feet dirty, her stockings thoroughly laddered and ripped at many places.

Sweat glued her hair to her cheeks, giving her a haggard and disheveled appearance.