Compared with the huge damage caused by the "stealing clergy" feature to God, its gain on itself is not very outstanding.

At least it is not very effective for Tang Sen now.

After all, what can be stolen is just a clergy, and it is random. If the stolen priesthood that has nothing to do with Tang Sen himself, it may not only not produce divinity, but this clergy will also disappear directly.

The best use of this one-time feature should be to steal the priesthood of a certain priesthood that is highly overlapping with oneself after one has become a god, so that one can take the opportunity to completely plunder the influence of the priesthood.

"But... I'm afraid I can't wait that long."

Tang Sen remembered the indescribable god who was eyeing him.

"This characteristic is a timely help. For such an existence, it should be very uncomfortable to lose the divine nature of a priest."

At least, I only have a certain ability to counter that god.

"Then...it's time to go to a new world."

Tang Sen did not plan to change his plan. He has not been long since he left Feilun. Before he went back, choosing to open up a new world of heaven is the way to maximize his interests.

Or when it comes to the missing princess, I regret that I never have the chance to meet this legendary most beautiful person again.

"I hope the unknown heavens can bring me some surprises."

Only a few oil lamps were lit in the room, except for a closed door, there were any windows and vents, so the bloody smell was disgusting... Che Jian looked at the source of the bloody smell except the chopping board.

Did Che Jian ask which meat is bad and which meat is bad? That's a bad distinction.

I picked up the pig-killing knife, "Bad meat...is all bad meat..."

"He woke up?" My voice was hoarse and high, and my tone seemed to be chatting about daily life: "He is too lucky to start everything in his sleep."

Tang Sen asked a few more details, but the butcher obviously had some knowledge. I just knew a few more information.

For example, I live in a village surrounded by trees, and the village has a name, but I can see the nearby castle, and the owner of the castle is not the king who ruled that territory.

It is necessary to waste time.

The butcher seemed to hear the movement from Tang Sen and turned his head.

For example, I attacked Tang Sen on the nearby road, added the slaves I bought from others, and sold them to the castle before they were broken.

"Where is that?" Tang Sen just asked a question if he was acting rashly, but I shook my head slowly and said, "Forget it, change the method."

"Gate name? Country?"

Then, the dead butcher's fingers suddenly moved, and dense granulations grew on the port of my neck. The granulations were pulled and extended, like red ropes, especially connected to the broken head.

I was wearing a dirty set of trousers under my body, but I still didn't see that it was originally a trouser. It seemed to be a garment made by folding a piece of coarse cloth and cutting a hole in the center of the fold. The upper body was a pair of white trousers, barefoot.

"Kill the meat and sell it..."

But if you want to know more about that world, you may have to go to the inner world to get less information.

"From the clothing, the level of civilization in that world is low, even more primitive than the Pirates of the Caribbean... was it medieval?"

Tang Sen narrowed his eyes slightly.

Tang Sen could feel the fall and barbarity of that world from the other party's words. For the butcher, killing or cannibalizing seems to be a strange thing.

I rubbed the pig-killing knife under my pants and said, "Is it because I am too worried about it. Your knife is sharpened very slowly and it starts as soon as it is started."

My upper half of my face was completely covered by my thick beard, and my hair was messy and even covered my eyes. Only in the gap could I see the fierce light outside my blue eyes, and the nose that looked small due to the contrast of hair.

"Nicolas." The butcher replied lively: "You are a butcher."

Did I lie? The knife is really sharp and my technique is very sophisticated. So a head rolled directly to the ground, and the blood poured my naked, greasy lower body like a fountain.

"Segovia!" The butcher quickly replied: "There is Segovia, a territory ruled by a tiny king."

However, since it was ruled by the king, my subsequent observations were obviously wrong. The world was still in a very declining feudal system.

"Of course." The butcher raised the shiny pig-killing knife that I had polished, and waved it firmly towards his neck.

The butcher was naked, his tendons were covered in oily sweat, and his upper body was wearing thick wide-leg pants.

"The bad ones are sold to the market, and the bad ones are sent to the outside of the castle." The butcher replied: "The nobles are willing to give a bad price..."

There were no rows of shelves next to the brick wall, and there were bloody raw meat hanging below. Half of the pig's head was passed through the nostrils by an iron hook, and half of the arm was hanging next to it.

Before the nauseating squirming sound, the head returned to the under neck.

"He-" the butcher was startled, but it was very slow, and my expression became blurred.

......

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The floor room was restored, and there was no blood flowing cooing sound... The sound was very slow and turned into a slight whisper.

Che Jian stood up, and the ropes on his hands and feet were broken without any obstacles.

The butcher showed a puzzled expression and hesitated for a moment: "Your floor room?"

"Is that a special person?" Tang Sen said high and asked, "Who is he?"

A greasy, blood-stained rope trapped his hands and feet.

"Butcher?" Che Jian glanced at the suspicious meat under the shelf.

"A butcher."

It's human hand.

"Where is outside?"

The butcher stood up and staggered back to the table.

The rhythmic sound of friction continued to repeat in Tang Sen's ears. Tang Sen opened his eyes and saw himself lying under the hot ground.

There was no strong smell of blood around.

I withdrew my gaze and looked at myself with my head high.

Che Jian first looked at the source of the sound, and saw a short and strong figure standing in the dim room. Behind me was a dark red table. Under the table was a thick chopping board with no traces of knife marks. Next to it was a whetstone, and a shiny pig-killing knife was scratched under the whetstone without rhythm.

Tang Sen looked at me again, turned around and opened the door of the floor room, and went down the stairs.

Che Jian frowned and thought for a moment, confirming that he had never heard of that place name.

"So, he hasn't used it yet. Can't he bother doing it himself?"
Chapter completed!