If Mark wanted to answer, it would be enough through Albert in front of him.
Mark didn't answer. He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked through the glass at the outskirts of the port.
There, a small-scale battle was going on.
Hundreds of evil spirits without eyes tried to enter the port of San Marino, but they triggered the war monument just five kilometers away from the city wall of the port city.
Now, the [Boliva Reincarnation Knights] led by Barak are stopping these evil spirits.
The exaggerated elemental secrets ignited the bodies of many demons, causing them to jump around in the open fields like moving torches.
This is a battle without any suspense.
Reflected on the floor-to-ceiling glass was Mark's face illuminated by the cold flames.
He knew very well that an invisible hand stretched out and personally ignited the flames of destruction in this world. This fire would not stop until enough existence was destroyed.
No wonder the religion of reincarnation is so popular, because it uses thousands of years as a cycle to destroy the world again and again.
Regardless of race, regardless of existence...
He seemed to be able to see the mysterious being who controlled the destruction grinning wantonly among the charred corpses and annihilated souls everywhere.
Mark shook his head, and he could see the undisguised disappointment in Albert's eyes.
"Uncle Albert, the twin goddesses have been blinded by the desperate situation in front of them. In fact, even if they are given ten times more troops, they cannot save the current situation."
"How...how do you say this?"
Mark expressed his inference: "This is a game created by a group of old foxes. Although I don't know the whole truth, I can probably guess that to achieve a certain goal, a batch of sacrifices need to be sacrificed every thousand years."
Gods, and a vast number of souls.”
When Albert heard this, his eyes widened: "Are the twin goddesses on this sacrifice list?"
"No! To be precise, they are already on the altar. Have you seen the sacrifices on the altar, and can they still jump out on their own?"
Hearing this, Albert almost stopped breathing. After a while, he asked in a trembling voice: "Is there any way..."
"Muse." Mark snapped his fingers handsomely.
That frivolous voice felt like she was calling her own maid instead of calling a superior goddess.
When Albert heard it, he almost doubted his ears. A second later, the pious Bishop of Light began to doubt his eyes.
In the living room, a string of staff notes appeared out of thin air, and as a big treble clef appeared, the graceful muse jumped out across the space.
When the fiery red shawl long hair flew into the air, even if the camps were different, Albert still marveled at the beauty of the goddess.
Just as the bishop subconsciously caressed his chest and saluted, Mark naturally pulled the muse's wrist and pulled the goddess into his arms.
In Albert's opinion, this is undoubtedly a kind of blasphemy.
Unexpectedly, the muse was stunned for a moment, her face flushed, but she didn't refuse. She was hugged by Mark in front of Albert, and her slender waist was also hugged.
Ah! The goddess herself agrees! That’s okay, it’s not blasphemy.
While Albert silently thought about his sins, he was also impressed by the boldness of this descendant of Destiny.
This is the goddess!
"Uncle Albert, I'm not showing off that I conquered the goddess."
Muse and Albert rolled their eyes at the same time: No! You are just...
"I asked the Muse to come out to tell you another thing. Now you try to call the name of the Muse."
After Mark finished speaking, Albert blinked and did as he was told.
"The great Lord of Music - the recorder and disseminator of all music in the world..." In fact, when calling this, Albert already felt that something was wrong.
Theoretically, any name in the world that praises a certain deity must be sensed by that deity. In fact, there is a premise here. The more powerful extraordinary people utter the name of a deity, the stronger the deity's induction will be.
This is why the prayers of fanatics or spiritually powerful bishops are more likely to receive responses from gods.
Albert's strength is top-notch among many churches, second only to Mark's grandfather's level. Logically speaking, his call should enter the soul channel unique to that god.
However, what Albert felt was nothingness.
No! To be more precise, this communication loop directly to the goddess of music simply disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Muse endured someone's downward claws and said to Albert seriously: "Mark used a certain method to remove the [God Names] of our four art goddesses from this world. Now we are still theoretically
Gods, but we should be considered [outer gods]."
As soon as she finished speaking, Albert's pupils suddenly dilated, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"No, wait a moment, let me think about it. This, if you give up the [God's Name] in this world, it is equivalent to being removed from the God Realm. At the same time, giving up the [Priesthood] also means that the gods cannot obtain divine power from believers.
Uh, supplement of mental power. This is not what it should be..."
"Should we downgrade, fall to Sequence 2, and become a demigod?" Muse took up his words, but shook his head with a smile: "Mark found a place for us to supply divine power."
Muse said no more.
This is top secret: Mark went very far and found them a distant planet that spanned countless universes. On that planet called [Azeroth], the art-loving humans there believed in the four of them.
She didn't even know if they were real humans. She only knew that her divine rank was now stable.
The power of faith over there is intermittent, which is better than nothing. This allows their angels to be better preserved, and they dare to use their power at non-critical times without being constrained.
In a sense, the current Mark has clearly not become a god, but he is doing something similar to a god king.
This is what they are puzzled about.
They were puzzled, and Albert couldn't understand even more, because this subverted the world's theory of gods. He opened and closed his mouth slightly, but unfortunately he saw that the eldest son of the Destiny family had no intention of further explanation. He could only retreat.
Ask for the next best thing.
"In case the twin goddesses are really defeated..."
Mark took a naughty sip of Muse, turned to Albert and said: "For the sake of our good relationship, if it really comes to that point, if I have the ability, I wouldn't mind giving them a hand. But the ticket
No negotiation on price!”
Albert tried hard to control his expression and prevent himself from grinning.