The huge wave sweeping the anime world

"Major General Bogart, please manage your men well. If there is any more trouble, the Royal Guards will kill them without mercy."

The captain of the royal guard of the Kingdom of St. John led the guards behind the navy. When he saw Vashto walking against the flow of people, he drew his sword and pointed it at him to stop his foolish behavior.

"No, just let him in, as long as the Navy is willing to report him as missing."

Sivers spoke out to stop the captain of the guards from blocking him. It was like searching for something in vain, but when he turned around, he found that the other party had fallen into the trap of his own accord.

"I believe you should have checked his identity. He is just the son of the traitor Nok. If it weren't for the protection of Admiral Sengoku, I would have killed him myself to commemorate the navy comrades who died in the crusade against the Rocks Pirates."

Bogart nodded. He had noticed Sivers' little tricks when they met at the port. Vashto was the best excuse to break the deadlock.

He deliberately walked in the front, slowed down the pace and angered Vashto, all in order to be able to turn the tables.

"However, you can let Vashto disappear somewhere else. Now the navy soldiers of the G3 branch of the navy are watching you, and it will be difficult for me to write a report."

Sivers understood Bogart's hint and thought that they just needed to change the venue so that the navy soldiers could not see their fight.

"I wonder if Major General Vashto would like to go with me to the auction warehouse to appreciate the art again."

"It's just you and me. Maybe I can find new artistic inspiration from you and make you an eternal art too."

Sivers asked the guards around him to disperse and make way for Vashto to lead to the auction.

"I have always been curious about how Mad Doctor Will became the head of the underground auction house, until I found this photo on him."

"If I'm not seeing things, that short, skinny guy is you. You two are standing too close to each other. At this distance, you're either going to fight or kiss."

Vashto strode towards the auction hall and threw the photo in his arms to Sivers who was following behind him.

"What did you do to him?"

When Sivers saw the photo that Will kept close to him appear in Vashto's hand, he finally began to panic.

As for a "mercenary" like Luo Luoyaer, he could get as much as he wanted as long as he spent money, but Will had special reasons for him and nothing could happen to him.

"It seems that your strength is not as strong as I thought. When you blew up the top of the auction and tried to rescue Luo Luoyaer, I used the dust to gently bite open his throat, kicked his head under a seat in the auction hall, and threw his body behind the auction table."

Vashto turned around and prepared to start fighting with the enemy. He had already walked far enough and the navy soldiers should not be able to see here. There was no need to drag it on any longer.

Watching Vashto lick the blood from the corner of his mouth, anger flashed across Sivers' face, but then turned into a smile.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

"You know what? Deppen accepted my commission in the black market to assassinate you. Unfortunately, she was unlucky and died at the hands of Vice Admiral Garp."

"When I watched the live broadcast of your navy's recruit advancement camp assessment, I saw you bite off the enemy's head with one bite, and I made up my mind to swallow you, a new human who has always been in the beast state, into my stomach."

"Let me tell you straight, the incident with Sal was aimed at you. I wanted to lure you out to sea, and then slowly devour you with the fishing net I prepared, but you caught me by surprise and attacked my auction. However, it was all worth it. I believe your flesh is enough to compensate for all the losses."

As Sivers released the wax from his hand, he explained to Vashto the whole story. He had been planning for so long to eat Vashto, and it would be too boring if he let the other party die in such a confused way, and he would lack the most important satisfaction.

"Two more reasons to kill you. I guarantee you won't have a good piece of meat when you die."

The murderous intent in Washto's eyes became pure and strong. Yueerde's death had always been a pain in his heart. He didn't expect to meet the real culprit who deserved to be tortured here.

"Kill me? Ridiculous, do you know who I am?"

"I am powerful and invincible, high above, and filled with divine light. Although I have committed many evil deeds, no one can bring disaster upon me, and believers who recognize me will give me endless protection. I was born rich and privileged, and I enjoy and happily become the source of sin, which is just a convenient thing I do to reach the pinnacle of art."

Bang!

With the help of shaving, Vashto condensed the armed color domineering on his claws, and with the surging force of splitting the sky, he grabbed towards Sivers' abdomen. Just when he was about to touch the opponent's soft abdominal muscles, wax formed a protective wall to block the attack.

“It’s OK for food to be lively, but it’s not OK to interrupt someone who is talking.”

Sivers was surprised at Vashto's attack speed and he almost succeeded.

"Muscle Coat"

Vashto directly activated his strongest form and turned into a terrifying upright flat-headed beast that was four meters tall.

"You've gotten bigger? Great, I can eat a few more days, hahahahahahahaha"

Sivers' deep blue eyes revealed greed. Ever since he tasted the charm of power, he fell hopelessly in love with eating real human flesh.

He liked to taste the flesh of people while looking at their dying expressions.

The conflict between artistic beauty and primitive desire made him intoxicated and unable to extricate himself.

Many years ago, in order to let more people know about his hobby, he used the pseudonym Hanny and sold "artworks" at the long-standing underground auction in the Kingdom of St. John.

When making his "artworks", he cut off certain parts of them and kept them in a cold storage, and then processed other parts for artistic purposes.

As long as someone buys the "artwork" at the auction, he can go to the warehouse with a pick-up order to get the wax figure and processed meat slices.

He originally thought that such a niche hobby would not be understood by many people, and he was ready to end the sale of "artworks" after several dismal auctions.

But the fact is just the opposite. The auction business of "artworks" became popular. Those nobles took off their usual disguises under the cover of masks and waved banknotes to order such special "artworks" from him.

He was very happy, but not because he made money. As the first heir to the Kingdom of St. John, the thing he had the most was Baileys.

He was happy that he really created a world with the same hobbies. Although the underground auction was always silent and there was no verbal communication between people.

Every time he stood at the highest point of the auction hall and looked at his "fellow Taoists" who were auctioning "artworks" underground, he would always feel a resonance in his heart, and even feel physically satisfied.