An illusory fog of plague stagnated in the air a hundred meters above the coastline on the west side of the island, and a pair of swaying yellow-green aura eyes suddenly appeared in the fog.
It is the Plague Demon General - Gordon.
Until this moment, it still hid its true identity very well, staring at the sea in front of it in amazement.
Two huge waterspouts fifty meters high were like decorative columns, hovering meekly next to the white cruise ship in the far distance.
Such a huge amount of water movement did not cause any big waves beside the ship.
The sea responded to Mark Destiny's call and surrendered meekly at his feet.
Under the water, it is impossible to tell what is hidden.
Is it a terrifying undercurrent that swallows everything? Or is it an incomparably powerful deep-sea behemoth?
Gordon didn't know, after all, that was not his area of expertise.
The terror of known things often has a limit, but the terror brought by the "unknown" can be infinite.
The other party is clearly trying to cause trouble!
But this Mark is not an ordinary person. From the bottomless abyss to hell, his evil reputation echoes in every corner.
There is no one among the seven demon kings and four demon gods that he has not killed and dare not take action against.
Recently, with the support of a group of mysterious foreign gods, they robbed and kidnapped the war demon general Botis. Oh, that guy was still pulling the boat in front of him, so that's okay.
Mark is not of the lawful good camp, but he is the first person to kill evil.
How can Gordon not be afraid of such a person?
If the boss changes, Gordon might just bite the bullet and go ahead. But the Plague Demon is the one who dislikes direct combat the least among all the evil gods. What he likes to do most is to find other people's lairs and spread the plague silently, in one fell swoop.
Even other people's nests have been removed.
Just like today's Howling Island, the underlying rock and soil of the entire island has been corroded, leaving the five nature gods who exist based on this land with nowhere to escape.
But why...this damn Mark ran out again?
"Mark Destiny! Are you determined to go against our bottomless abyss!?" Gordon can use the tiger's skin as a banner, and his fierce voice is accompanied by an absurdly evil spiritual power.
Coming over, even the Muse standing at the front couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.
The muse almost stopped singing.
Mark's left hand rests on Muse's shoulder, which represents encouragement.
Muse felt a majestic mysterious power spread throughout her divine body. Suddenly, she had the courage again: They talked about theirs, and I sang mine!
She continued to sing "forest songs" in a calm tone that was not high-pitched, seducing those powerful forest people.
It's interesting that at this moment, her singing sounds like it has been reduced to background BGM.
Mark turned to Gordon and curled his lips from a distance: "Stop pretending here! You are just a demon general, you can't even represent the plague demon, and you have the nerve to involve the entire bottomless abyss!?"
Ge Dun shrank its theoretical neck. It was not a sign of weakness. Anyway, it was just a lie. If it didn't work, it wouldn't lose anything.
"Then what does your current behavior mean?"
"Nothing? I just had nothing to do, wandering around with a few goddesses, and suddenly found some good materials that can be used to build ships. I'm just happy to see you." Mark said, and Barbara next to him came up to him very respectfully.
Bird leaned against Mark snugly, letting Mark use his retracted left hand to caress her flexible waist.
In fact, both parties did not believe a single punctuation mark of what the other said.
Who knows? You humans have not used wooden boats for a long time.
This is clearly...
Come to cheat! Come to rob! Come to sneak attack!
The target of the Plague Demon is not just the Five Gods of Nature? The ancient tree elders under the Tree God are also the target of the Plague Demon. Their strength is no less than that of the followers of the Great Church.
Once the corrosion is successful, it will be the strongest vanguard for the Plague Demon to set foot in the main world.
Mark suddenly intervened and wanted to snatch away these ancient tree elders. Gordon went crazy. He couldn't imagine how cruelly he would be dealt with if he couldn't complete the task entrusted by his master.
"Hmph! I don't care! As long as you dare to set foot on Howling Island, you will follow in the footsteps of the tree god! I'll see how confident you are to resist the corrosive power that my lord has accumulated for five hundred years!" Hidden Gordon's words
From the huge plague mist, a turbid yellow light suddenly shot out, drawing a clear dividing line between the sea and the beach of the island.
This boundary is aimed at Mark. The fluctuations in divine power of him and the goddesses on the ship have been locked. As long as they dare to step into Linfeng Island, they will receive the most terrifying 'gift'!
Gordon did everything it could, but to his surprise, the other party still calculated all of its reactions.
"Follow the plan." Mark raised the corner of his mouth.
On the bow deck, the painting goddess Pei Ting, who was hiding in the picture frame, stretched out a slender arm from the picture, waved the brush, and suddenly painted the world with a cluster of beautiful oil paint - like a rainbow of magical oil paint.
Swinging open, the sea in front of her meekly accepted her colors, and the entire sea area became a huge canvas.
Green water, green mountains, and blooming flowers.
Everything is tempting the most primitive impulses in the hearts of those tree people.
Even they know in their hearts that there is no green land in front of them.
These gods and humans of unknown origin in front of us may be just like how humans began the Age of Discovery hundreds of years ago, cutting down towering oak trees, cutting them into pieces, and making them into wooden boats... But they are too painful.
ah!
There is rotten soil under their feet, and even if they don't move, they feel like they are stepping in a pool of strong acid.
It may not be heaven on one side, but it's definitely hell below.
How to choose?
At this moment, Litcher, the goddess of literature, stepped forward, picked up the manuscript in her hand, and started reading loudly.
"We have no intention of destroying! But with your help, I will definitely take away the seeds of the forest for you, and when the spring comes, we will open up a new forest..." The goddess of literature spoke a beautiful vision.
.
Singing can stimulate hearing.
Pictures can stimulate vision.
Words can stir the imagination.
The three art goddesses did not necessarily have such seductive power. When Mark poured more than five million destiny points into it, what the three goddesses created was a "future" that was a bit narrow, but sufficiently tempting.
Even though humans and the gods of nature have had an essential conflict for a long time, compared to being completely destroyed and reduced to the minions of the devil and transformed into monsters and demons, it seems that Mark is still more decent!
"Woo——"
The tree god made his decision, and a long-lasting whistling sound echoed throughout the Lingfeng Island.
"Woo--" Countless tree men who were still able to move responded to the orders of their ancestors and the gods they believed in. They endured the corrosion brought by the earth under their feet, took broad steps, and headed towards the country step by step.