Chapter 52 The evil god! Let’s take a look! (Please give me some recommendation votes)
"ah!"
A soldier never tires of deceit.
In fact, this was more of an out-of-control attempt by Mark.
He actually didn't have any confidence in defrauding Bissatan.
The only thing that made him unwilling was the fate dice. If Barsatan was really a giant pit in all realms, then it shouldn't be 20 points, but should be 1 point.
Being able to come out of [Book of Nether Sea] proves in disguise that this guy is definitely not the most unlucky one.
Interestingly, Basatan's panicked tone convinced Mark that his guess was correct.
He decided to add fuel to the fire.
"From the first time I saw the sealing chain on your body, I felt strange. It doesn't need to be tied like this to bind you. It's more like an aesthetic, or a habit, like staying in the fish market in my hometown.
The hairy crabs sold are the same..."
This is not a scam.
Bundling is an art.
Can the method of tying crabs using the famous tortoise shells be the same as tying crabs with water plants in the ordinary market?
Even if you don’t say it, you still don’t think it. The more Mark talks about it, the more he feels that his reasoning is correct.
Sure enough, the next second, Basatan's phantom appeared in front of Mark out of thin air. The big eye on the carapace on its back was bulging, and the bloodshot eyes became thicker.
"Asshole! I knew you were not simple!" The big crab cursed and threw out the remains of the evil demon: "Here, this is your share."
The evil demon that was so arrogant just now is now a dead demon.
The huge bull's head was snapped off by the giant crab's pincers, as was the lower body, leaving only the headless upper body.
"I still want to..."
"Stop it! It's impossible for me to be your permanent helper. I can do it occasionally, but my frequent cross-border attacks will definitely be discovered, and I will be dead by then. You push me hard, and I can only
Surrendered to the master." Basatan's tone was soft but firm.
Mark immediately stopped his somewhat ambitious delusions and smiled: "Huh? Then how often do you mean 'occasionally'?"
"Five years! No... uh, two years! Once a year at most! I'm not going to lie to you, the space barrier in your broken world is too thick and I can't break it without using a lot of force. If I use too much force, the remaining space energy here will be destroyed.
It would be too big again. This time it was the idiot who opened the hole for me first, so I could get in so easily."
Mark pretended to think about it, looked very reluctant, and finally agreed: "Okay."
Basatan breathed a sigh of relief: "Then I'm leaving."
"etc!"
"What happened again?"
"Help me chop this thing into pieces, at least to the point where my light magic circle can break it down. By the way, help me isolate it from the possibility of being detected. Well, you also need to keep it fresh."
Are these demands excessive?
It's a bit excessive.
Basatan did as he was told, and its phantom used its pliers to cut the demon's body into eighteen pieces, then spit out bubbles and wrapped the pieces of demon meat inside.
Mark felt it, and apart from what he could see visually, those pieces of meat seemed to not exist at all, whether it was smell, mental fluctuations, or soul perception.
"Is there anything else? I'll leave if nothing happens. Don't call me for a year." The big crab hurriedly ran away.
"Wait a minute! You made this place a mess, and if you don't stop it, wouldn't it mean that the entire Orthodox Church in the Wright Empire would know that a small-scale evil god summoning ceremony was carried out here?"
Not to mention summoning the evil god, even a random demon general would be enough to make the Church of Light and Night in the entire San Casaao region go crazy and send out a bunch of inquisitors.
Now the entire island is covered with the evil spirit's unique spiritual flames. If Basatan doesn't clean up, Mark will not be able to escape even if he sails away.
"I know, I know!" Big Crab Futtiduo felt aggrieved.
This is its destiny as a dog.
I pulled it myself and ate it myself.
Letting the evil god restore everything to its original state would be too difficult for him.
Brother Xie Shen has his own understanding of how to clean it.
Basatan asked Mark to pack his things, and after returning to his boat, he saw the claws of an illusory crab dozens of meters long waving back and forth violently.
In a huge rumbling sound, the mangroves on the seaside and the small islands emerging from the water were directly wiped off the entire chart.
What's even more amazing is that when it forcibly sucked away all the spiritual energy in this sea area, the sea area with a radius of one kilometer suddenly became extremely clear. The last step was that Basatan roared.
The strange soul sound spread far away, and there seemed to be a commotion on the sea horizon. Some large things were coming over, which were probably some kind of sea creatures.
Mark and Helena who woke up were stunned by all this.
"Okay, Basatan. See you in a year. Of course, if my life is in danger, I will call you."
When the great evil god of iron bones heard that he was treated as a tool crab that could "come and go as soon as he was called", he was filled with anger that could not be vented, and finally turned into a word that shocked the world.
"roll--"
The wind and waves subsided, and amid the faint roar of the engine in the stern cabin reaching the deck, the [Mechanical Ascension] was moving away from the coastline at its maximum speed.
Until now, the three women still had a sense of disbelief.
"Are you really enslaving an evil god?" Helena's voice sounded like she was talking in her sleep.
"Well, it's not slavery, I just happened to make use of it." Mark raised his forehead, and he didn't know how to explain it. Could he tell them that this evil god was probably a pet that some powerful person in the Celestial Dynasty had captured and tamed?
His hometown is so far away that it feels a bit strange.
Now it seems that it is not that far away.
This makes Mark feel a little conflicted and a little hopeful. It seems that there is still hope of finding a way home?
Mark ran away, and the stall he left behind really scared a lot of big shots.
Over the past thousand years, a number of orthodox churches have built a complete early warning mechanism.
Astrologers, space warlocks, spiritual wanderers... a group of extraordinary people join forces to monitor the world, making some powerful evil spirits unable to hide.
Maybe the little guy can escape surveillance, but big spatial fluctuations cannot be hidden.
"It is possible that a demon general has descended into the real world!" The news spread throughout the entire Wright Empire within half an hour.
The major churches felt like they were facing a formidable enemy. In just forty minutes, the first batch of scouts arrived by boat.
Within three hours, a mixed fleet composed of thirty large and small ships, with the War Festival of the Church of Storms as the core, the judges of the Church of Light and Night, and powerful men from other sects arrived at the scene.
Considering the technology of this era, it is extremely fast.
But, everyone got nothing.
On a 120-meter-long large iron-clad battleship, Barbarov, the senior war priest of the Church of Storms, shouted loudly to the senior leaders of other churches.
His big bald head, rough beard, and thick chest hair, coupled with his burly body, are quite oppressive in the eyes of everyone: "I also ride a horse, I don't know why! Yes, there used to be a bird in this place.
A shabby little island that doesn’t take a shit, a shabby place where even the fishermen don’t want to rest. But so what?”
Bright Bishop Nadal reminded: "But this island is gone now."
Babarov waved his hand and pointed at the big guys moving on the water at the far end: "Don't you see those damn sickle crabs? These things can demolish your beach house in an hour."
The sickle crab is a relatively common hermit crab in this world and has nothing to do with evil or supernatural beings.
What is most often mentioned is that they are very aggressive. This kind of hermit crab has pliers as sharp as a sickle. Its trunk alone can grow to one meter long and wide and half a meter thick. When they are angry, they can easily break through
Opening the side of a wooden boat is also very effective against wooden boats covered with iron sheets.
In other words, a ship whose hull is made of fine steel can basically be immune to attacks by these big guys.
Under the watchful eyes of a group of powerful church men, these sickle crabs were building a nest on the remaining foundation stone of the original island. They brandished their nearly one-meter-long large pliers and unscrupulously pulled out the relics of the mangrove forest from the bottom of the water——
Branches, rocks and sand were used to create large nests that looked a bit like beehives.
This is the habit of sickle crabs.
Other church powerhouses have cast suspicious eyes on the Church of Light and Night, as well as the Church of Glory Warriors. It was the monitors of these two churches who first discovered it.
Now, they are not sure.
Babarov ordered rudely: "Let's break up! The sea is the territory of our church. Even if something happens, our church will be responsible. Since we haven't found any devils or demons running around, it has nothing to do with you."
After the Millennium War, the major churches signed a series of non-aggression clauses.
Since the Church of Storms has made such a decision, the others can only follow it.
The fleet that had gathered together scattered in all directions.
On the ship, Bishop Nadal turned to look at a shadow in the bridge, and finally saw an exquisite and graceful figure emerging from the shadow.
"Ms. Punisher, what do you think?"
"The Demon General did exist, but someone simply wiped it out and wiped away almost all traces." A sharp light flashed on the woman's glasses.
