Just by peeking at the scene, the samsara chief priest's breathing became obviously rapid.
If he were on Earth and had an oximeter on his body, he would have found that his blood oxygen concentration quickly fell below 90.
His mind even started to feel a little trance, and he was talking about everything he saw with his spiritual vision.
"I saw distorted starlight that did not belong to our world."
"This is not a power in our world."
"The defenses of the gods are broken."
"That is the power of darkness and chaos."
"The incarnations of the gods on the altar are all intact, with no changes."
"Ah! This is..."
Along with the bishop's final scream, almost all parts of his body began to squirm strangely. Black cracks no more than five centimeters appeared, tearing apart his flesh and blood easily.
The next second, hundreds of yellow round eyes with dull and numb eyes opened. They seemed to be looking at something, and they seemed to be looking at nothing.
A burst of angry, evil and chaotic alien language emanated from the eyeballs.
"Who! Who bound me!?"
If Mei Mumu was here, he would be able to understand this meaning.
For those who believe in reincarnation, this is an obscure curse, or a curse.
Because the words and sentences are so simple and repetitive, it is even impossible to interpret them.
Even so, the terrifying noise of this beholder's subordinates has already caused terrible damage in the Reincarnation Sect.
The terrifying sound with crazy power immediately caused countless members of the Samsara Cult who observed this scene to enjoy the spiritual level of Lingchi - as if a thousand knives were destroying their nerves.
Those who are mentally weak will have their imaginations opened on the spot.
Even those who could withstand the first wave would probably have lost their lives.
The well-dressed reincarnation priests looked as if they had just been fished out of the water. They were all twitching and sweating profusely.
Only the High Priest of Samsara could barely resist: "Damn it! How could that place attract a foreign demon at the level of a main god!?"
The aura of destiny is blinded, and the asymmetry of information makes their speculations farther and farther away from the facts...
Here, Mark took back his clone, and his spirit completely returned to his room on the Caribbean.
There had been a knock on his door for a while.
"Mark, what happened, Botis, he's missing." This was the voice of Muse.
The four goddesses more or less sensed something, but the feeling was too vague, and they were not aware of the changes in their souls. Butis, who had always been the frontman, suddenly disappeared, which made them a little panicked.
Mark's majestic voice came out at exactly this moment.
"It's okay! I used Botis's soul in exchange for an artifact. Suman, from now on, you are my vanguard general." Mark deliberately changed the concept, switching to the [Death Knell] and obtaining the artifact.
Things got mixed up.
"Yes -" the tree god responded angrily in his soul circuit.
After all, the tree god who was once the real god is far more famous than Butis.
When the tree god's huge body of more than 300 meters stood in front of the Caribbean, it really blocked the ship.
After arranging the doormen, Mark turned around and said, "You four, come in."
The four goddesses filed in, with similar uneasiness on their faces, not knowing what had just happened.
Mark made a gesture, and they immediately understood and used magic to completely shield the entire room from the outside world with divine power.
"I just went to the place where the muse said..."
"Found it?" Muse's watery eyes widened, and her pupils, which were faintly twinkling with musical notes, were filled with hope.
"On top of that." Mark smiled and spread his palms. The projections of the four goddesses' soul clones were like figures, slowly rotating clockwise on Mark's palms.
"This is..." The four goddesses were stunned at the same time.
They knew very well that this could not be regarded as part of their soul, and it did not have the power of the soul. However, they could feel a vague connection with themselves.
“This is your [God’s name]!”
They suddenly understood.
Name is actually a very important thing.
It is a unique mark that distinguishes you from any other similar being in the world.
For example, there can be many Barbaras, but the dancing goddess Barbara is unique in a world.
Barbara was so excited that her whole body was trembling slightly. She had suffered so much in so many clones and could not find a way out. She never expected that this almost blind gamble in this main world would actually succeed!
If it weren't for her good sisters watching, she still had the last bit of reserve, she would have really wanted to pounce on him on the spot and have a good play with Mark.
Mark smiled: "We have tickets for departure. But there seems to be two people left unpaid for the boat tickets!"
Litcher held a large pile of manuscript paper, hid his shy face behind the manuscript paper, and hummed in a voice like a mosquito: "Mark, what do you want me to give you?"
Pei Ting over there simply walked out of the painting, um, in the form of a painting...
One day later, in a small group of souls composed of five goddesses.
A strange scene appeared.
In a sense, this is a comparison unique to women.
Dance goddess Barbara showed off a white high-slit dance skirt with red spots on it: "Humph! A few years later, this will be the artifact [blood-stained dance skirt]!"
Not to be outdone, Muse, the goddess of music, took out a stack of music scores, with large patches of red on the black notes: "This is my new song [Bloody Muse]!"
Literary goddess Litcher: "I just wrote a new manuscript [Blood Drinking Sword]!"
Unexpectedly, the last painting goddess Pei Ting is the real heavyweight: "This is the 'Chinese painting' I learned from Mark!"
On the white drawing paper, the branches outlined with ink were lifelike. On the branches that seemed to be blown by the cold wind, red plum blossoms bloomed brightly.
The Lady of the Lake was silent for a long time: "Can I withdraw from the group?"
"No!" the four goddesses said in unison.
Caribbean, it's not that easy to get off the ship.
Time entered midsummer, and just as Mark was swimming leisurely in the swimming pool on the boat, the world situation changed even more.
July 4th, Baot City in the southwest of the Wright Empire.
This majestic city, home to millions of refugees, was built in a concave valley. The peculiar terrain here, coupled with the fortress run by local nobles for many years, barely resisted the attack of the evil group.
And because there are a large number of terraced fields in the valley itself, the refugees can maintain their lives in a casual manner.
It was on this night that countless clouds of black air slowly and silently emerged from the land.
They are like mist at night, they begin to continuously release a large amount of gray-black mist without causing any awareness of their existence.
As soon as the mist dissipated, it immediately disappeared into the valley and into every well.
However, the mist slowly penetrates along the skin and enters the flesh...
One day passed, and the entire valley was reduced to death.