Being hated by the most powerful god of the time was not a good thing.
Fortunately, the goddess of the night gave him a hand.
This goddess avatar, shrouded in the mist of the night, half-squinted her beautiful phoenix eyes, with a playful look in her black pupils.
"Haha! Mark Destiny, you don't need to be nervous. No matter which god it is, if the descendants of one's family members go to sing praises to other gods, they will definitely be unhappy." The beautiful eyes of the goddess of the night were gleaming, and her smile became even stronger.
: "Of course! If the person you are praising is your good sister, that would be a different matter, right? My good sister!"
"Huh!" The goddess of light snorted again in an upbeat tone.
This time, I finally put someone's mind at ease.
Not to mention the twin goddesses, a certain unconscious guy has almost forgotten that his whole family is believers in the light! He can fool Vivian into saying that he is some kind of carbine*Cthulhu, and the lightness inherited from his body
By operating the Bright Blessing Bloodline, you might be able to hide it from other gods, but you definitely can't hide it from these twin goddesses.
To flatter another god, why not kill him on the spot if it were another god?
The eighteen divine punishments were definitely arranged for him!
Fortunately, after going around for a long time, I was able to digest it internally.
Then it'll be fine.
Mark finally realized that as soon as he played "The Lonely Warrior", he accidentally walked to the gate of hell, and then ended up in front of the gate of God.
Obviously, the goddess of the night is in a very good mood today.
In a secular church, let alone hearing oracles, if you stand in front of the statue of your main god, even if the statue shines, it is the so-called "divine revelation", which is enough to make a certain believer's status rise. At least the regional bishop can arrange it.
superior.
But the goddess of the night just said a lot of words: "During your performance, your identities will be kept strictly confidential. This is a law set by the gods. After the performance, it will be a different matter. Of course, my divine light is protecting you now.
You can safely continue to contact other gods."
Hey!
Is there such a good thing!?
Mark quickly saluted: "Thank you to the goddess of the night for your blessing."
The bright eyes of the goddess of the night glanced around Mark. With just one glance, Mark immediately felt as if all his trump cards were clearly seen.
He believes that this is definitely not an illusion!
His only luck is that the goddess of the night can't see through the dice of fate. As for other things, whether he can guarantee it or not is another matter.
really……
The goddess of the night cast her eyes on the light revolver and crab machete on his waist: "Hey, young man, I didn't expect you to play well!"
sweat!
Sweat profusely!
Waterfall sweat!
Mark was still in shock, and the goddess of light came to finish the job: "What will happen to my bastard family..."
The slim female figure in the golden light ball was obviously angry.
Unexpectedly, the goddess of the night really admired Mark. She flicked her dreamy black long sleeves and stopped her good sister with one hand: "It's no big deal. Believers of knowledge abide by [neutrality], and any power is allowed."
"
Mark was relieved in his heart. The identity of an absolutely neutral knowledge believer was really useful. At least all parties would not show hostility to him immediately.
But the goddess of the night's next words made Mark consider his next policy.
"Of course, I would be happier if you offered this knife as a sacrifice at any night altar." The half-squinted eyes of the goddess of the night were full of anticipation and amusement.
Mark: Who is Basatan? I’m not familiar with him!
After a thousandth of a second of careful consideration, he decided to sell Basatan's token.
Compared with the truly powerful local gods, the spare ingredients that are tied up in tortoise shells in some bullshit corner and waiting for the pot are nothing!
This is how things are in the world. Idiots who don't understand current affairs will be raped in the next second.
The so-called divine grace and divine punishment are the thoughts of the gods.
He dared to say to his face that he wanted to surrender to the evil god. As soon as he walked out of the [Blood Moon Baptism] gate, a wanted order from the orthodox churches around the world would be stuck on his face.
Without hesitation, Mark bowed: "This is just an accident of my exploration of the [Book of the Nether Sea]. If you like it, Goddess of the Night, of course I am willing to give it to you."
"Very good! You will be rewarded accordingly." The eyes of the goddess of night almost narrowed into a line, and the goddess of light beside her nodded slightly.
This level has been passed.
The twin goddesses just floated away, and their graceful spirits disappeared from the sight of the three of them.
Vivian, who was not far from Mark, had an indescribable feeling. There was a mixture of sweetness and bitterness in her mouth, which was extremely contradictory.
Of course, an ordinary transcendent cannot spy on the encrypted communication between a god and another person. This does not prevent her from sensing that the person coming is the clone of the goddess she believes in.
Vivian shouted a little depressed in her heart: Great goddess, I am your most loyal believer!
I'm sorry, the reality is so cruel.
She also knew that if it were any Dark Night cultist who was qualified to enter the baptism of the blood moon, no, this mysterious carbine *Cthulhu could fly with anyone, and there was no situation where it could not be carried.
She and Conn next to her are just tools.
However, the loss in her heart was unavoidable.
The joint visit of the goddesses of night and light even left a thick fog of night covering Mark, which made most gods give up the idea of contacting Mark.
There was only one being with six black wings who chose to contact Mark with an unusual determination.
Looking at the man in front of him with the black wings of a fallen angel, wearing a black suit, short black curly hair and goat horns, Mark instinctively became wary.
To be honest, the Seven Deadly Sins guy is pretty easy to recognize.
This guy's face is habitually turned upward at 45 degrees, and he also has that kind of arrogance that comes from the bottom of his heart. Once you see him, you will never forget him.
"Excuse me [Arrogance], what do you want from me?"
As everyone knows, this man with a soft oval face smiled and shook his head: "No, no, no, I want to say that compared with the twin goddesses of light and night, they are the [arrogant] ones. I can only be considered a guest star."
Mark couldn't stand it any more now. He hid in the night mist of the goddess of the night, squinting and staring at the other person, looking forward to what was going to happen next.
"I know very well that no one in the world can offer a higher price than the two of them. But with your wisdom, I hope you can wait a little." [Arrogance]'s words have a kind of irresistibility.
magic.
Even if you know that this is most likely a trick, it's hard for you to refuse to listen.
"Oh?" Mark was noncommittal.
"Although Your Excellency hates reincarnation, because those in high positions control the structure of the entire world, no one can deny that a thousand years is a 'reincarnation'. In the upcoming unprecedented changes, the twin goddesses can still guard this divine world.
The throne of number one?”
Mark narrowed his eyes and remained silent.
"That's all, I hope... there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future." [Arrogance] left, and his performance was so humble that people felt that his [Arrogance] was fake.
Mark knows that arrogance does not have to be expressed in words, but can also be in the heart. For example, the man in white who was beaten to the lower level by him before believed that other people were idiots, which was also a kind of arrogance.
This man is an out-and-out devil. He has a million ways to trick Mark.
Mark looked into the distance, and around the stage where the illusory projection disappeared, the lights in the boxes representing various gods were extinguished.
This proves that their clones no longer pay attention to this side.
At this time, when I first arrived at the opera house, the seemingly dull emcee appeared again.
If the previous emcee was like a repeater that was injected with a designated program and could only repeat, now he obviously has the soul of a divine servant in his body.
"Hello! Three favored ones! Congratulations to the three of you for passing the [Blood Moon Baptism]! According to the rules set by the gods, you can choose a prize left by the gods you believe in. In addition, as the leader, the carbine*gram
Mr. Suen, you can also choose two other prizes."
"Is there any extra?" Mark was surprised.
"Yes! You can choose any prize from a god who has voted [approval] for your opera."
Next to her, Vivian received a light crossbow blessed by the goddess of the night, while Conrad received a retractable [Storm Spear] surrounded by powerful thunder snakes.
It was Mark's turn. He first opened the gift from the God of Knowledge.
That's a "Encyclopedia of Low-Level Occult Arts"!
In fact, there are many gifts from the God of Knowledge. When Mark clicked on the illusory grid, the only thing left was this book.
Most likely, it is because he only has the profession of [Doctor of Occultism], which automatically filters out other inappropriate gifts.
I don’t have a choice, but sometimes it’s appropriate.
The cover of the book should be the skin of some powerful beast, with faint lines on the smooth cover.
The cover is dyed dark blue, and in addition to the cursive book title on it, the gorgeous hookwork on the edge is reminiscent of the hook on a birthday cake.
Mark touched the book, and a faint spiritual energy spread out, as if he was checking Mark's identity.
He turned the pages of the book smoothly. As soon as he opened the preface, he immediately saw a line of words about "Bunker":
[As long as you understand, I will help you instantly]!
"Hiss!" Mark felt that the saliva in his mouth was secreting rapidly.
Even if you have to expend corresponding mental power every time you release a spell, so what?
What's more exciting than instant spell casting?
This is too fragrant.
Mark has never been more eager to calm down and study hard than he is now.
He reluctantly closed the page, and in the next second, more than twenty prizes appeared in his field of vision at the same time.
First, he eliminated the gifts from the evil camp, and then Mark smiled bitterly and gave up a violin that was constantly beating and seemed to want to express himself. It was clearly a gift from the goddess of music, Muse.
Unfortunately, Mark, who was eager to improve his strength, was the first to give up on other than evil equipment, such impractical gadgets.
