Chapter 272 Stealing the Phoenix and Swapping the Devil
A man in gray robe was a little unwilling: "We don't even know the general identity of the intruder. We don't even know whether the intruder is affiliated with an outside god. And that place, that place, is so important!"
"Give up! Since it involves existence at this level, it is not something we can deal with. Report it and leave it to the almighty God of Reincarnation for judgment."
"Yes..." The man in gray robe suppressed the unwillingness in his heart.
Mark quickly tried to contact his fellow villagers, and he succeeded.
[Brother Meimumu, thank you.]
[It's okay. When I lent you something, I took into account the other party's possible counterattack. Unless the other party's level is much higher than mine, there is a high probability that they will find a space that I independently cut off and belongs to a beholder subordinate.
Find a pure collection of resentment. To be honest, I don’t even want to deal with that bastard.】
【Is this okay?】
【fine.】
Gan! I originally thought that my attempt to divert misfortunes to the east was outrageous enough.
This old man is the real old coin. He is playing the plus version of Diversion of Disaster to the East!
While Mark was still embarrassed, he was surprised to find that all the glass mirrors in front of him suddenly shattered.
"Ping ping ping pong!"
Extraordinarily crisp sound.
The exploding space fragments disintegrated in mid-air. This means that the Reincarnation Sect has completely given up monitoring this place.
"Huh?"
When the glass prism in the center of the hall disappeared, revealing the true appearance inside, Mark was stunned.
It took him a lot of effort to figure out what that thing was floating in the middle of the hall.
It was a bunch of stuff that looked like human viscera.
It's like a human being whose skin, bones, flesh, and nerves have been removed, and what's left is a bunch of things that resemble internal organs.
However, every ball of high-purity divine power passed down from childhood to adulthood told Mark that these were not real internal organs, but some kind of energy supply system.
The system also recognized Mark’s judgment and gave the label: [XXXX Altar in XXX World]!
"An altar that maintains the functioning of the world by sacrificing certain beings?"
The next time he took a breath, Mark's face became embarrassed, and he suddenly discovered what the sacrifice was.
On the cubic black jade altars, lifelike figures stand.
If Mark is not too familiar with the Muse on the lower altar because of his short time, he is very familiar with Barbara next to the Muse.
There are various details about Barbara's divine body that are not enough to be told to outsiders. They cannot be understood by just relying on the statue or peeping.
There is no doubt that this belongs to a core clone of hers that has not been recovered.
Even she herself didn't know about this existence.
Mark held his forehead and said to himself: Sure enough, there are many secrets in this weird world that I don't know about.
If she does nothing, she will be subject to the religion of reincarnation.
There is no way Mark could have left such a huge flaw.
Just when he wanted to do something, the system prompt came: [Can the host inject god-level destiny points to modify the target god on the altar? 】
【yes!】
[Excuse me, what does the host want to replace it with?]
[Isn’t it okay to just remove Goddess Barbara without replacing her? 】
[The possibility of a collapse of the world's energy supply system has been detected. Is the host willing to take this risk? 】
mark:????
This world actually depends on sacrificing sacrifices to the gods? Then what is the purpose of mortals becoming gods? For the so-called promotion, and then while enjoying the admiration of thousands of people for thousands of years, they unknowingly become a big consumable!?
Although Mark instinctively felt that this was not necessarily the truth of this world, he could not deny that a chaotic and bloody feeling rushed over his face, making him feel vaguely nauseous.
Replace it!
Must be replaced!
As soon as Mark thought, the system immediately issued the next prompt: [Which local deity does the host want to replace? Please note that its function must be higher than that of the dancing goddess Barbara, and the host must have sufficient understanding of it. 】
Mark blinked, looked at his system records, and said the answer: [Death Knell: Samikina!]
As soon as his words fell, the small world began to vibrate with a roar.
The strange ringing was very complex. One second it was like a bell in the deep mountains and old forests, and the next second it was like a ship whistle close to my ears, very noisy.
An invincible force of resistance came from the altar. For a moment, Mark almost thought that this force was going to come back and cross the space to crush him to death in the main world.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, the dice of fate made a judgment on this behavior.
[The fate backlash made by Samikina was detected. Samikina needed to pass a judgment with a difficulty coefficient of 12. Samikina made a fate throw, and the throwing result was 13...pass...]
Seeing this, Mark became anxious and cursed: "You're passing your sister! You're not allowed to pass."
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Mark himself seemed to have been hit hard by a big hammer, and he vomited blood on the spot.
"puff!"
Forget about vomiting blood, he could clearly feel an even more exaggerated force coming. If he didn't do something, he would lose contact with at least 200 of his clones forever.
not good!
Something must be done.
It's okay to pick up girls, but if you have to reach 40 degrees to pick up girls, it would be a big loss.
In desperation, Mark decided to stud.
[System, these things I have, if you like them, take them. 】
Unexpectedly, and seemingly not so unexpectedly, in the next second, Mark's body clearly saw that the demon general Botis, who had been pulling the boat for him for so long and had worked hard without credit, completely melted.
Yes! It's like setting a winter snowman and melting it into the spring sunshine.
This four-armed bull-headed demon general disappeared silently into the spiritual world.
Mark didn't know that in a secret crack in the outer space of this world, Samikina, who was enjoying the remnant souls of the four gods of art, suddenly showed a horrified look on his face, and he screamed: "
No - how could this happen? Didn't you agree that I would be the first to strike, and then let me become the true god for the next thousand years? How could this happen?"
In the black mist, a pair of yellow beast eyes looked suspicious.
Samikina seemed to have found the real reason: "I understand! I understand! 'The World' wants me to intercept and kill the Art Eight Gods, not even one less! It's the guy named Mark who intercepts the beard! It's all his
wrong!"
Its hoarse voice changed its tone, as if it had just swallowed a thousand needles. It stared at Mark's virtual image with red eyes, gritted its teeth and roared: "You lowly mortal! Wait until I finish absorbing these four souls! I will come to you immediately.
伱!”
Here, after Mark paid enough price, he was finally happy to see that the fate dice changed the number of points for this judgment to [11].
Fail!
As the fate was finalized, the remaining images of the four goddesses of art on the four altars in front of them disappeared, replaced by a larger black altar with a black octopus-like thing floating in the air.