Mark said solemnly: "In the past 900 years, there would have been nothing wrong with this."
For the first time in Muse's fiery red eyes, there was a sadness that was inconsistent with his usual enthusiasm: "If the world doesn't need music, then naturally there is no need for the existence of a music goddess."
One sentence made Mark's heart beat violently.
He was convinced - it wasn't that Muse didn't know that the divine war was coming, but that she was completely ruined.
It's just that the muse is still pretending and really uses beautiful music to distract herself. Her best friend Barbara, the dance goddess, is completely in a salty state and lacks enthusiasm for everything.
If there is a good choreographer, she will put in the time, but her restless and often anxious look cannot be deceived even by mortals.
He has looked through a number of extraordinary classics. Although most of the history books are unclear, there is still a lot of evidence pointing to the twin goddesses. They seem to have specially praised the eight gods of art. They even advocated [Blood Moon Baptism].
held.
Strictly speaking, the eight gods of art do not have a truly trustworthy patron saint. Their neutrality is more based on the premise that the twin goddesses and other good gods are madly suppressing the evil gods. Otherwise, they would just rely on those unreliable neutralities.
Gods, such as the god of battle, the god of death of the Parthian sect, and the eight gods of art have long been defeated by the devil and the devil.
After all, according to the theory of divine advancement, they have fragments of divine power, and even their incarnations will have one or two fragments. This is very complementary to the Demon God General, and even the Demon God and Demon King.
The powerful gods on both sides of good and evil have a tacit understanding not to touch these guys who are famous but are at the bottom of the official gods. This is very unreasonable.
On the contrary, the Gemini Goddess specifically selects some foreign gods and demigods to attack.
Mark let the words linger in his throat for several seconds before finally speaking: "Is it so...serious?"
"You..." Muse subconsciously wanted to refute Mark and call him meddlesome, but the modified figure of Botis, who was still standing guard at the port, broke into her memory, and she changed her words as she squinted.
With bright eyes, she half-smiled: "This time, the twin goddesses are too late to protect themselves, so how can they have time to take care of us poor little gods. We were originally mortals who became gods, and have enjoyed a thousand years of life and the respect of mortals.
I am already satisfied..."
"Well……"
"But -" With the muse's drawn-out ending, her fiery red silhouette turned into a string of scattered fiery red notes.
The music goddess disciples Elaine, Princess Marianne and Princess Yolanda who were accompanying them were immediately stunned - why did the goddess go back before she finished speaking?
Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the Muse suddenly appeared from the void again and ran into Mark's arms like a princess.
This time Mark was frightened.
He almost instinctively protected the incarnation of the goddess who suddenly jumped out.
You know, this fiery red skirt with a treble clef in the front had very little fabric, and the goddess's smooth and beautiful back was exposed to the air. As soon as Mark helped her up, he suddenly became distraught.
What no one expected was that the goddess wrapped her arms around Mark's neck.
One person and one god, facing each other with eyes less than ten centimeters apart.
Mark felt a rare moment of panic.
etc!
Is this considered a throw-in?
This is a serious goddess!
No matter how weak the goddess is, she is still one of the gods of the Orthodox Church!
Muse, what are you doing!?
Mark's body froze instantly.
Countless golden notes flew out from the Muse, forming a golden ball, blocking all obstacles from the divine world, the spiritual world and the real world.
It is clear that the actions of each other at this moment are extremely ambiguous, but there is a rare seriousness on Muse's beautiful face: "No god is willing to sit back and watch his own destruction. Unfortunately, I have been searching for 997 years and still can't find the answer. Maybe... you
Will it be a new answer?"
"I'm just a mortal..."
"Not your 'friends'!" After Muse said this, she stared at him quietly, with an attitude of 'I'm waiting to hear your quibbles'.
Mark was speechless. Such a big butis was still standing guard at the port.
It's useless for him to pretend to be low-key.
"I admit that I am good friends with them. But my status with them is not equal, and I cannot promise anything." Although Mark believes more in the powerful fellows from China, he believes more in his own strength.
"Alas!" Muse's eyes dimmed, she turned her head and said in a vague tone: "You know? How I wish that the foreign god who can take me out of this prison is you, not yours."
Friend. You are young and handsome, and you have the strongest musical talent that can only be seen in a thousand years. I do not deny my admiration for you. If I have to choose a partner, it must be you."
"Then what?" Mark asked.
Facts will always prove that everything before ‘but’ and ‘then’ is nonsense.
"I'm very conflicted, I haven't thought about it yet." Muse tilted his head, showing a thoughtful expression, and then forced a smile: "But among the eight gods of art, some gods will fight for a ticket to escape from this world.
At any cost." After saying that, the muse turned into a ball of dancing notes and disappeared into the air, leaving Mark alone on the sofa in a daze.
What? Gods can be so worthless and feel like commodities in the market?
Just sell the boat tickets?
By the way, there is so much information. As long as you are a weak chicken god, you are sure that you are destined to fall into the street? Why don't you just struggle?
The more I know, the more doubts I have.
Mark just kept his arms clasped, and watched stiffly as the muse disappeared from his arms.
When the illusory notes disappeared, he saw two music believers whose views were shattered.
Elaine couldn't accept it the most. What did the supreme goddess in her eyes just do? Throw herself into Mark's arms?
After Marianne got over the initial shock, she seemed to have other thoughts, and her aqua blue eyes were full of complex meanings.
"Alas! There are very complicated reasons for this. You... forget what you saw tonight." Mark waved his hand and asked the two women to leave.
They are bitter and helpless.
One on both sides is their nominal teacher, and the other is the aloof goddess they swear to serve for life.
Originally, there is no reciprocal relationship between a mortal and a god. Believers really dare not even think about such a thing, because even if they think about it, once the god peeks into their hearts and tests their faith, this is
It is an out-and-out blasphemous crime, and the soul will be sent to purgatory.
There was no need for Mark to order such a thing, and even if they were beaten to death, they would not dare to say it.
Elaine left in despair. Maybe this would have a serious impact on her faith. On the contrary, Marianne looked back every step she took, wondering what she was thinking.
Mark didn't have the time to consider Marianne's feelings.
His mind was even more confused.
He was already at Sequence 6. He thought that as long as he accumulated enough strength and found an unpopular priesthood with little competition, it would not be impossible to become a god.
Now it seems that his idea is too simple.
Even if you become a god, you may not have a good life.
It stands to reason that if he borrows the help of fellow villagers to interfere with this divine war, I dare not say there is a high chance, but at least it will greatly increase the chance of victory for the good camp where the twin goddesses belong, and they should be able to suppress the evil gods of sin and the apocalypse.
He asked Botis to pull the boat, and Muse knew about it.
But why is Muse still so pessimistic even if a group of strong foreign aid is possible?
Can't we continue to bet on the twin goddesses and overthrow the evil gods?
Is there anything binding those weak gods?
Do you have to break free and escape from the 'cage'?
What is a cage?
There were so many clues and shocking information that Mark’s head almost exploded thinking about it.
He didn't even notice Marianne's departure and return, as if she said something to him, and he casually agreed.
It wasn't until the melody of the song "Ode to the Heroes" sounded that Mark discovered that Marianne was playing the violin in front of him lively.
This song can be said to be the song that made her stand out from the crowd of music believers and make her take a high look at the muse. She also went to Mark, the Xibei master, to "correct" the tune several times, and Mark recommended it every time.
He said that he should avoid suspicion, because this is not praising a hero, it is simply a personal worship of him.
Mark felt uncomfortable listening to this piece of music, as if it was a social death, a public execution or something.
Every time I hear it, my only thought is: This is so shameful!
He was upset and wanted to interrupt Marianne as soon as he heard the music. However, as soon as he raised his head and took a serious look, he was dumbfounded.
Marianne's performance clothes, well, I don't know if I should call them performance clothes.
She was standing sideways at this moment, and she could see that a large piece of her smooth and beautiful back, which was not inferior to the muse, was exposed to the air, glowing with a charming halo under the light of the incandescent lamp in the room, which was not particularly bright.
Different from the conservative clothing in the past, this performance costume that looks a bit like a tutu has an exaggerated deep V that extends all the way to the navel. If it only exposes the skin, then this dress will only look vulgar, but from the neck to the navel
, completely covered by double layers of white gauze, the look and feel is completely different.
Marianne's snow-white and crystal-clear skin was good enough. After being covered with a white gauze, she felt even more pure and holy.
A golden dress paired with a pure white dress, and matched with snow-colored skin, they complement each other perfectly.
This pure desire combined with a sense of holiness makes people feel that even a drop of water will tarnish and destroy this imaginative beauty.
It's so pure that it makes you suffocate, and it's so sweet that you can enjoy it.
But among such holy and pure beauty, there is also a sense of fanatical worship that overrides it.
The sound of the piano stopped at some point. Marianne put down the "Forest Fairy" in the most pious manner, and then came closer step by step.
His eyes were pure and blazing, as if he was a martyr.