If it were anyone else, Barbara would probably cry. This time, when Mark spoke, the first thing Barbara thought of was that her bad luck was transferred to the nobles of the Ice and Snow Cult.
She was a little excited.
"As for us, we will continue to work overtime to supervise the transformation of the four dreadnoughts. I want to form a huge mobile fleet."
"Yes!" All the subordinates agreed in unison.
Mark accepted his fate. After all, the territory on land had long been carved up by a group of old gods. No matter where he became the king of the mountain, he would definitely trigger a counterattack from the local gods.
On the contrary, the sea between the Bill Empire and the Wright Empire is a vacuum zone of divine authority. In the past, this was the territory of the Ice and Snow Goddess, and the Storm Lord would not come over by default. Nowadays, the world has changed greatly, and he will not expand his territory at will.
Now the Ice and Snow Goddess is weak and unable to assert her sovereignty.
Mark was in this area with a boat, four deep-sea behemoths, and a demon general, and he was walking completely sideways.
When necessary, he can also fight guerrillas, support or harvest everywhere.
The advantage was too great and there was no need for him to give up.
On Mark's side, everything was calm after repelling the evil god Samikina. The mortals at the port didn't even know that the evil god had visited.
Samikina deserves the name "Death Knell".
As a representative of the ancient evil gods who hid after their defeat in the previous war, his actions stimulated quite a few evil spirits.
Just an hour after the incident in the Capital of Art, an incident occurred in the Lucivid Port where Mark had been.
Communication in this era is far less developed than on Earth. Unless the gods directly issue oracles, there is no real-time communication except telegrams. Even orthodox churches lack good real-time communication.
At this time, Lucivid Port had no idea that something was going on in the city of art.
A group of Storm Sons were bragging and spanking in a warehouse in the port area.
It was broad daylight, and the local tavern was not open yet. They didn't have to run a boat, so they could only kill time by playing cards in the warehouse area.
Suddenly, Storm War Festival, who was taking the lead, realized something was wrong.
For a moment, he thought he drank too much last night and was still hungover.
When he came back to his senses, he was shocked to see that the wall of the warehouse had changed from a tin room to an irregular brown cave rock wall.
The hard inner wall of the cave is covered with barnacles one after another, which look as dense as a honeycomb at first glance.
From every barnacle hole in the 'honeycomb', things like octopus tentacles popped up like lightning, entangling more than a dozen Sons of Storm at once.
"Ah! What the hell?"
"Enemy attack!"
"Evil——"
The reaction of these sea warriors who believed in the Lord of Storms was not unpleasant. Almost at the moment when the vision occurred, at least thirty purple lights of lightning were pulled out from the 1,000-square-meter warehouse.
The twisted Razer erupted with terrifying heat and destructive power in a small space, sweeping away almost all the barnacles on the wall.
At this moment, a large number of barnacles also appeared under their feet, and many barnacles even pierced the soles of their shoes and penetrated deeply into the soles of their feet.
A little pain would not be taken seriously by the Sons of Storm, but they immediately discovered that barnacles began to grow on every joint of their knees, elbows, shoulders and even knuckles, and when their flesh and blood burst out of their bodies, they began to grow.
, they were completely panicked.
"Great Lord of Storms! Please protect your believers!" The Storm War Festival was the most cruel, and he directly struck himself with a lightning strike.
As a master of lightning, he himself would definitely not be struck to death by lightning, but the barnacles were gone and turned into ashes on the spot, but the pain of the electric shock also spread throughout his body as the barnacles disappeared.
However, something even weirder happened later. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his jaw area.
What he saw at the last moment of his life was a ferocious lobster emerging from his Adam's apple...
The death of the Storm Warriors symbolized the complete annihilation of the Church of Storms in this port. Five minutes later, when the door of the warehouse opened, a group of Storm Son mutants who had turned into demons went crazy towards the innocent dock workers.
Constant killing, constant erosion.
The evil force got into every corpse, turning these newly deceased victims into zombie-like things. The only difference was that the zombies seemed to have been soaked in the sea for a long time, and their bodies were covered with marine life.
, or hermit crabs, or other random things.
In less than two hours, the entire port of Lucivid fell, with less than two hundred people escaping.
On this day, more than 30 ports or towns in the territory of the Wright Empire were attacked by demons. This was reported, but it is unknown how many towns were not reported but in fact all soldiers and civilians were killed.
That night, the city of art.
The remnants of the Dance Church, led by the high-ranking priests, set sail on an incoming medium-sized cargo ship. They will meet up with the Caribbean where the Dance Goddess is.
The remaining three goddesses of art gathered in the Music Cathedral to discuss countermeasures.
Pei Ting: "Is there any good news?"
Litcher shook his head: "I asked the goddess of agriculture, and she made it clear that she refused to join this dispute and would not give us shelter."
Although the goddess of agriculture is worshiped by all farmers, she is not a deity deified as a human being. She is a daughter of the Mother Goddess of the Earth. The Mother Goddess of the Earth is an elemental deity.
Elemental creatures have always had a detached view of mortals. You mortals can believe in me, but whether I love you or not has nothing to do with you.
The four elemental gods of earth, water, fire and wind are still very powerful, but they are absolutely neutral in the true sense. Unless they encounter the situation of world destruction, they will not take action.
The other two goddesses were obviously a little disappointed that they couldn't get to the pier.
Muse spoke: "I have looked for the goddess of wealth, and she...she seems to be looking for a backer too. Then she gave us a [negative expectation value] evaluation."
Peiting and Litcher were speechless.
After a while, Peiting continued to ask: "Where is Gad?"
"That guy was seriously injured. Samikina hit him hard with the first blow." Muse's face was full of dissatisfaction, and he almost sent the word "trash" to Gad.
What about the guardian god?
Protected a lonely person!
Peiting asked several possible names of gods, but received negative feedback.
Litchell angrily slapped the tome at hand on the table: "Do you really think that we are abandoned?"
Muse hesitated for a moment: "Let me ask Barbara."
It was a little strange that it took Barbara a while to connect to her divine circuit.
In the sea of consciousness, Barbara's face was a little red, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans were dripping.
"Uh, Barbara, what are you doing?"
"I, I'm doing calisthenics." Barbara gasped.
The muse caught a glimpse of the sheets beneath her covered with sweat stains and wrinkles.