The piece of meat that claimed to be the father of the cat twisted and struggled in the divine light. In the end, it screamed, not as loud as the sound, but as the screams at the level of soul and will, reaching Marceau's mind.

"My child! Give me your flesh and blood!" It screamed so hard and wailed. It reached out and waved at Marceau through the air, and walked towards Marceau step by step. The cat licked the corner of his mouth and finally raised his left hand. A group of silver-infiltrating single-headed bullets in the "Engineering Wonders. The weapon of the Exotic World Destroyer" smashed the head of the flesh and blood monster.

Seeing the headless corpse lying on the ground and watching the body of the big impurity start to ignite spontaneously, Marceau was about to turn around and leave when a huge phantom appeared in front of Marceau, which was even more huge than the big impurity.

"Do you like my gift, Su's descendant?" It laughed, as if satisfied with the fear and vigilance in Marceau's eyes: "This is indeed your father, of course not the body he left in your world. The parrot face once wanted to let your father and his companions sink forever through a blasphemy, but failed."

"Then it is," Marceau finally asked, and the guy seemed to have just used a very 'cheap' projection. Even if Anonymous took action, he would not feel heartbroken if he was destroyed.

"It was a memory he left in our world. In order to obtain it, I lost almost half of my subordinates, the permanent loss. You cat ears are really unreasonable. They are just a compatriot who actually executes purification instructions in thousands of worlds at the same time." At this point, the evil god sighed loudly: "Do you know why I want to let it come to you and lose it for this?"

"Why? Yes, why did it become like this? It was obvious that for the first time I knew that there was such a beautiful world, with so many beautiful souls, and the two happy things overlapped together. These two happiness brought me more happiness, and what I got should have been a time of happiness like a dream, but why did it become like this?" The huge phantom said this and suddenly roared in a ferocious voice: "It's all those bitches on the undead plane! It's me, I first, I was obviously paying attention to this world! Whether it's corruption, blasphemy, or tearing open the gaps between the planes and throwing into the legion, it's obviously my first!!"

The cat tilted his head and looked at the huge illusion that suddenly slipped towards the abyss called "Girls Comics", and retreated unknowingly. But when he thought of this guy talking to himself for so long, there was no reason why he brought his father's soul in another game plane to him.

"Yes, about your father coming here, it's entirely because of the cultists in your plane! They actually wanted to break the seal to summon the fragments of the undead plane! How can such a beautiful world hurt these fragments!" When this huge illusion said this, he also wiped the corners of his eyes. This ugly appearance made Masce curse in his heart that you are shameless. Although the great king of the undead plane also wanted to kill all the living people in the entire plane, at least it has never played with subordinates like this. The first time the opening era is open.

Even players who commit to evil can form legions, but in the Warhammer Century.? You have not even given much such opportunities. From time to time, you cast the players who follow you into a world that hopelessly survived, such as the world ruled by the Seles or the world ruled by the Catman. In such a world, the evil gods never get benefits, let alone those players, the big cat man wears a mass of about four meters of strike armor, and the one-handed power sword is two meters four meters long. The cat man cuts the same amount of chaos like chopping melons and vegetables. The more people, the more they beat them.

To be honest, after the players entered, the evil gods lived a very miserable life. Alas, they were really a few villains who could not stand the pitiful ones: "So now. Those guys have been killed by me, your dream has been realized through my efforts. I don't think it's possible to control this city. The will of the Anonymous has been paid attention to. Evil guy, aren't you still running away?"

"What a guy who doesn't know how to be grateful!" After the evil god said nothing, he didn't say anything, and the illusion disappeared.

Marceau looked around and saw that the light column in the city had disappeared before, which was a symbol of the passage being closed. Marceau didn't know what else these filial sons left by Nurg could do, so he shouldn't be able to make waves.

Thinking of this, Marceau suddenly became very curious again. What kind of person is his father?

Some people may say, look for records. As a player, your father should have some records. In this regard, Marceau can only say that who still remembers this thing? Nurg’s impurities were completely consumables in the Warhammer Century. Among them, Kitten people like to fight Nurg the most, so the number of Kitten people players who become Nurg the most is also the largest number of players who become Nurg. Marceau looked at the web page and was desperate about hundreds of thousands of names. Don’t do more of this kind of abuse and abuse.

Just as I thought of this, the patio of the house was knocked open, and more than ten players who defected to Nurgle rushed out. These guys howled and rushed towards the cat. The cat was stunned and turned around and ran away. At this time, the overall situation was decided. The cat's task was to wait for the matter to finish the hotel and take a shower and then sleep in the girls' rooms, rather than fighting with these stinky guys, and then being despised by the girls' bodies with a strange smell.

At Masce's level, they were thrown away without leaving a street. They jumped over an alley. As soon as Masce got off the ground, his head came out of the patio: "Hey! There is a filial son of Nurcissus here!" Then this large group of players and indigenous people surrounded them from all directions.

The cat immediately raised his hands: "Hey, can you give me a detective of evil?"

"This guy wants to detect evil? Don't you want to be a fool?" Some players asked, but there was still a prairie elf paladin who came to detect evil. Then everyone looked at the white color on Marceau and finally chose to put down the guy in his hand: "Wow, are you determined to pass the firmness, the skeleton-faced kitten?" Some players asked, but more players and indigenous people chose to drill into the rooftop. After confirming Marceau's situation, the few players left behind were about to say, but suddenly one person stopped. He turned his head to look at Marceau: "Are you Marceau?"

"Yes, you know me?"

"I just said your identity in the live broadcast channel." The human paladin said this and signaled to his teammates that there was no problem: "This is Marceau, a great master, the kind you have always wanted to see."

"That's what everyone loves, I still don't like to pretend to be a master." Marceau smiled and was about to leave when the paladin spoke again: "Great, Marceau, I heard you came from the Temple District. I ask you, do you know a Marine guy? It's a grassland elf, my half-sister." He said this, and pulled out a necklace from his neck: "I am a Hishchel, and I followed my father. He asked me to take good care of my sister, but I just threw him in the hotel in the Temple District."

"I don't know." Marceau said the truth: "But if I could ask you, is there anything else?"

"It's okay, thank you." After the human paladin said, he threw a small bag of gold coins into Marceau's arms: "This is work gold. I don't have much to do with it. Throw it into the worship box."

Marceau threw the wallet to the Paladin and continued to move towards the south (to be continued.)
Chapter completed!