Alien Executioner

In an atmosphere that was about to explode, he slowly opened his mouth, and his voice spread throughout the hall through the microphone beside his mouth:

"It's been a long time since we last met. All of you ugly adults who make people sick the moment you see me, welcome to come once again and attend the annual 'Feast of Crows'. Oh, and of course, there are also unfamiliar faces, the new alien nobles who are invited for the first time."

The auctioneer let out a strange chuckle, then bent down, bowed, and began to introduce himself to the upstart.

"I'm sure some of you are already very familiar with me. Please wait a moment while I introduce myself to you newcomers. My name is..."

"I know who you are! You are 'Auctioneer' Gene!" the boy in the fifth row interrupted.

The young man who was speaking looked a little immature, as if he had just reached adulthood. He was wearing a tailor-made black suit, and the wolf-fang medal on his chest revealed his identity. He was an upstart from the Mossonton family in the fourth district.

The young man stretched out his hand and casually played with his shoulder-length golden hair, his emerald eyes filled with disdain.

"There's no need to waste time, right?" The young man spread his hands and sneered.

For the inexperienced Mosundun, following his family's arrangement to attend the "Crow Feast" was mainly for socializing. He didn't mind being high-profile at the right time to attract other people's attention and improve his own evaluation.

Dart on the second floor had a grim look in his eyes. He hated unruly guests, but because of the mysterious old man next to him, he would have taken punitive measures immediately.

"Interesting." The old man spoke, very interested in what was happening.

"He's a member of the Mossonton family in District 4. He just became S-rank not long ago, so it's inevitable that he's a little arrogant." Dart raised the glass of red wine and brought it to his lips. The crazy smell of blood filled his nose.

The old man didn't say anything else, as if his purpose of coming here was to watch the farce quietly.

The auctioneer on the stage narrowed his eyes, and behind the creepy and awkward half mask, it was impossible to tell whether he was smiling or angry.

"very good."

The auctioneer raised his head slightly, and his eyes flashed with terrible murderous intent under the light.

"Give my regards to your grandfather."

"My grandfather? He died a long time ago." The boy was a little confused.

"I know, hehe, of course I know. Do you want to know how your grandfather died? Hehe."

"What do you mean?"

"Your grandfather was cut into pieces one by one. I hope your father told you, hehe."

The auctioneer continued to make strange noises and played with the dagger in his hand.

"I hate people who don't follow the rules, and your grandfather is the first example—"

The next second, the handsome boy shuddered, his eyes widened, and he wanted to say something.

Blood gushed out and his entire body, along with his clothes, were cut into pieces.

The upstarts around were stained with blood, but they dared not express their dissatisfaction and maintained an expressionless demeanor.

The VIPs in the front row were already used to this.

The auctioneer bowed gracefully again and glanced at everyone apologetically.

"I'm so sorry, let's start over."

Chapter 245 A Feast for Crows (V)

The atmosphere in the hall froze to freezing point in an instant, and the upstarts were so depressed that they couldn't breathe.

They appear calm on the surface, but are actually restless, and the masks on their faces conceal their inner fear.

Among the new alien species this year, the young man from the Mosundun family is a dazzling new star in social life, and the family behind him has a considerable foundation in the fourth district. Before entering the third district and coming to Green Algae City, they actually knew each other. The alien circle is not big, and everyone knows the people who are in the limelight, and the young new nobles are all led by this young master Mosundun.

As a young S-class alien who has just reached adulthood, Master Moshenton is undoubtedly outstanding. Even if he has no outstanding combat record at present, it cannot be denied that everyone is wary of the power behind him.

Even though he was very proud and never minded showing off his high profile in social events, even if people were very dissatisfied with this young master, they could only keep it in their hearts, otherwise they might incur crazy revenge from the Mossington family.

The Mossonton family is a long-established alien force in the Fourth District, and has produced at least three super aliens.

And it was with such an identity that the arrogant Master Mosundun was brutally cut into pieces. The process happened so quickly that no one could see clearly what happened.

The seats were covered in blood and flesh, with only the red emblem of Mossington on the ground intact.

The VIPs in the front row smiled. These experienced foxes didn't mind watching a good show in the middle of the show.

"Yes, I am Gene, the host of the 'Feast of Crows' for thirty years, Gene Shoggoth."

The auctioneer spread his arms in a hugging gesture and spoke rapidly, revealing a sense of obsession that was about to go crazy.

"Gene! Do you know who just died?" an elder in the front row roared.

The elder sat in the second row. In this theater, the seats were not compact, but separated by very obvious areas. Each area symbolized a force. There were also several waiters standing where the old man sat.

It is not difficult to hear the anger in the old man's roar. He and the waiter behind him both have the same medal on their chests.

That is the blue fox that symbolizes cunning and pursuit of profit, and it also comes from the List family in the fourth district.

"I brought this child here." The old man said angrily, "You should know! Mosundun has always had close cooperation with our family!"

"Of course, I know the difference between fox and wolf very well." The auctioneer smiled indifferently, "But didn't you tell him the rules? I think with your cautious style, Count Lister, you must have reminded him."

"Children who have just come out into the world need to have some tolerance for this." The old man gritted his teeth.

"Sorry, there is no need to tolerate the ignorant behavior of the weak." The auctioneer spread his hands.

"you!"

"Have you ever thought about the consequences of doing this?" a middle-aged man continued.

"The revenge of the Mossington family?" The auctioneer poked the mask on his face with his finger and smiled sinisterly.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t thought about it, and I’m not worried at all. That’s how A Feast for Crows works. I will only be afraid if the Lord of Moshonton, who has been lying in the manor for more than ten years, appears in front of me.”

"Let me explain, Mr. Auctioneer." The girl at another table said coldly, "One fifth of the people present here are from the Fourth District. In other words, we are all partners of the Mossundon family. When necessary, we will all ask for an explanation."

"What's the explanation?" The auctioneer pretended to be surprised.

"Blood debt must be paid with blood. You have gone too far."

"Is it that serious?" The auctioneer was stunned for a moment, and just when everyone was trying to judge whether he regretted it or not, he burst into laughter.

"It's really interesting. This year's new alien elites are really... courageous, especially you. Since the death of Master Naya, do you think you can act recklessly in the third district?"

"Let me remind you, Mr. Gene," a young man said calmly, "you are not from District 3."

"Yes, I was born in District Two." The auctioneer's tone gradually became flat.

He nonchalantly played with the dagger in his hand, lowered his head, and no longer looked at the upstart.

For the new rich, they felt that this was a shame and tried to use words to describe a reason so that the theater would make concessions.

The "show" is suspended at the beginning, due to the violent death of Master Mossington and the new rich in District 4 trying to seek justice for him.

On the second floor, Dart raised his eyebrows at the old man and smiled: ⑵

“It doesn’t happen often, but when it does I don’t stop it because it’s fun, isn’t it?”

"Jiu Ye" just nodded slightly and did not express his own opinion.

Behind him stood a total of 23 masked super aliens, each corresponding to a letter.

The three missing letters are "C", "Q" and the last "V".

Dart tasted the blood and kept observing the reactions of the group.

Below, the auctioneer was constantly being criticized by the upstarts, but he showed no signs of nervousness or admitting his mistakes.

He narrowed his eyes to maintain his smile, and when he opened them slightly, his eyes flashed with murderous intent again.

"What do you want?"

"I think it would be better for the Mosundon family to handle this matter personally." The girl was relatively rational.

"He must die with us!" the young man pointed out angrily, obviously a companion of Master Moshenton.

"I'm happy to do that, my fellow nouveau riche," the auctioneer chuckled, "but can we discuss this after the performance is over? If the performance is delayed, the adults who are secretly watching will be unhappy."

"You..." The young man was about to speak, but the butler beside him held his shoulders.

"Master, that's it." The experienced butler sensed something was wrong and quickly stepped forward to remind him.

"What? White is dead, and you want me to do this?" The boy expressed his dissatisfaction with resentment on his face.

"Be careful not to cause trouble."

"Why should I be afraid?" His voice was noticeably softer.

"I didn't see clearly how he killed Master White." The butler finally said.

The young man was stunned, looked up in disbelief, and stared at the butler for a few seconds.

"You mean... even you didn't see it clearly?"

"No." The butler confirmed, "He is not an ordinary super alien. It is best to let the Mosenton family handle this matter personally. There is no need for us to seek justice for this. It is best not to make enemies with the theater, because the adults sitting in the front row... are obviously powerful upper-class people in the local area. They may be more willing to provide help to the theater."

After hearing this, the boy looked up at the front row, feeling unwilling, and then shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relieved.

This is true. The deceased Master Mosundun was an alien from the fourth district. In the eyes of the local upper-class aliens in the third district, he is not even an ant.

They were apparently regulars at the theater and may have even established a significant cooperative relationship with it.

Then the auctioneer smiled and clapped his hands, and no one knew why he was clapping.

"We have wasted enough time. Please forgive me, adults, so I won't waste any more time."

He turned around and pulled open the second layer of red curtain behind him.

The performance skipped the host's time at the beginning and went straight to the part that everyone was most excited and eager for.

Two waiters in red came out pushing a rolling iron cage. Inside the cage were a pair of young siblings curled up.

Looking at the child who was covered in scars and had completely lost his composure due to abuse and torture, the aliens cheered instantly.

Chapter 246 A Feast for Crows (VI)

"It's really disgusting. No matter what era you are from, you can't hide your ignorance and lowliness." The old man looked indifferent.

The aliens in the audience were cheering for the delicious smell of the young child. The brother and sister in the cage had haggard faces and dull eyes. They had obviously suffered unimaginable torture and were trembling under the roars of a group of monsters in the dark.

This is the ugliest side of A Feast for Crows, as the usually high-class, elegant aliens drop their disguises and scream like hungry crows in chaos.

Dart sensed the mysterious old man's displeasure, and also detected a hint of truth in his tone.

"These guys are really trying too hard to cater to human society." He raised his glass to indicate.

This time, the old man unexpectedly clinked glasses with Dart, but did not drink the blood in the glass.

There was always a kind of disgust towards the crazy actions of aliens in his eyes, which did not seem like an alien.

Dart rolled his eyes and spoke before the old man could speak:

"If the aliens are not crazy, can they still be considered aliens? We are supposed to worship flesh and blood and enjoy chaos."

As soon as he finished speaking, the auctioneer on the stage tightened the dagger in his hand, quickened his movements, reached his right hand into the cage, and slowly stabbed the boy's cheek.

As the blood spurted out, the upper-class aliens in the front row became excited.

There was even an old lady with a rather unique body shape who looked ferociously excited, holding a towel in her hand and yelling:

"This smell... delicious! Delicious! Delicious! I want to buy him! I'm determined to eat this child!"

"Please be patient, Master Appraiser." The auctioneer was very satisfied with the old lady's reaction.

"Ten million!" the woman couldn't help but scream.

"It truly lives up to its notoriety." The auctioneer on the stage sighed in a low voice and continued with his actions.

As the boy cried out in pain, the dagger kept cutting into his flesh. He could not help but struggle in agony, holding the cage with his feet and slapping the hand holding the dagger with his weak hands.

But this kind of resistance is meaningless. It cannot stop the dagger from penetrating deeper into the flesh. The most delicious and tender scent diffuses in the blood, spreading throughout the hall, driving up the emotions of most of the aliens.

This is called acting, and the boy is doing his part in torture!

The girl looked at the bloody scene in despair, her pupils constantly shrinking and her lips trembling.

On the second floor, Dart was also immersed in the wonderful breath from the child. He took a deep breath, spread his hands and sighed:

“What a perfect performance.”

"It smells delicious." The old man smiled, his taste buds being stimulated.

For alien species, young children are always the most perfect and best food. The same is true for Deagaus who is living in Jiu Ye. He should hate these lowly alien species. In his eyes, these inferior creatures with part of the blood of the Shang Group are dirty, but he has to praise them.

At least when it comes to choosing food, the aliens still have a unique vision.

Shang never feeds on alien species, and it is impossible for anyone to do so. The monsters that travel through history books also have a special liking for human cubs.