Chapter 572 Isn’t it okay if I don’t give you face?
Kent floated on the spot feebly and said angrily: "I am the Saint of the Undead. Do you know that I am the Saint of the Undead? Do you know?"
Nigris asked confusedly: "I know, what's the matter?"
"Do you know why you didn't give me some face? You attacked me without even saying hello. Do you take me seriously? I am a saint and passed out before anyone could see clearly. You are so shameless." Kent was so angry.
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Nigris was stunned, Antony was stunned, Fetidu Luoken and so on were all stunned. Only Ange was not stunned. He was carrying a little angel in one hand and a vuga in the other.
These two bastards were actually able to play together. The little angel asked Wu Ga to 'summon' enemies for her, and let her fight, with the holy light shining, and the bada. It was a real illusion, not a summoning spell.
After hesitating for a long time, Negris asked: "Isn't it okay if I don't give you face?"
"Friend, you are going too far. If you don't look up, you don't give me face. Even if you don't give face to the Immortal Temple, I won't give you face in the future." Kent said.
Nigris was a little stunned: "Did you misunderstand something? Who do you think we are?"
"Humph, I've called Wu Ga here, who do you think you are? Didn't Guster tell you that I am the most petty, vindictive, and face-conscious person? Let me tell you, if Wu Ga hadn't restrained me, you guys
It's definitely not that easy to catch me." Kent said angrily.
Now everyone understood that Kent had misunderstood.
Nigris rolled his eyes, his bad taste aroused, and he quickly called everyone together to whisper.
After understanding what it wanted to do, Anthony rolled his eyes and said, "You are such a naughty guy, I like it."
Everyone came back and gathered around Kent, looking fierce.
Anthony patted his chest, with the holy light flowing from his body, revealing the papal crown, and then said "viciously": "Why do I, the bright pope, give you face?"
Kent was stunned, the Pope of Light?
Seeing his reaction, Anthony couldn't help but ask: "Have you not contacted Gust for a long time?"
"You... how do you know? I haven't contacted Gust for more than a year. When did the Church of Light have a pope?" Kent said absentmindedly.
It was the little angel's turn. The little angel arched his back, popped out six wings, put his two little hands in front of him in a forward posture, and roared like a big cat: "Ouch~"
Her cheeks are bulging and very cute.
Nigris rolled his eyes. He was so cute and not intimidating at all.
It stretched out its hand to call, and a brass book flew up from Ange's body, opened it and turned into a huge book, and smashed it in front of Kent's face.
"Know...the God of Knowledge!?" Kent's entire body became much more solid, and he said with wide eyes in surprise.
"Hey, you know me?" Nigris was surprised.
"Of course I know you. I was your priest when I was alive. I was transferred to the Temple of the Immortal after my death. Oh my God, it's incredible. I actually met you, the omniscient God of Knowledge." Kent couldn't help but drift.
He walked over, condensed his hands, reached into the pages of the book, and held the dragon phantom of Nigris and shook it.
"So that's it. That's such a coincidence. Why was he transferred away later? Can't the undead be my priest?" Negris asked curiously.
Kent said: "That's not true. Isn't this the power of God? There are fewer and fewer people who believe in it. Then I lost my job and had to be transferred. Alas, the Temple of the Immortal is not much better. I guess I will be back soon.
I’m going to lose my job.”
The phantom in the pages of the book made Negris blush deeply and hesitated, not knowing what to say.
"By the way, God of Knowledge, how come you got together with these lackeys of light?" Kent asked in confusion.
"Ouch!" The little angel took an angry step forward and was about to spread his wings, but was picked up by Ange in time.
Kent looked at Ange in shock. Who is this god? He actually treats the Supreme Holy Spirit like a little chicken?
"Haha, I'll tell you who he is later. Just now you said you will be unemployed again soon. What's going on?" Negris asked.
"What else could be going on? Of course it's because the power of God is not obvious. The Immortal God has not performed any miracles in these years. They are all legends passed down by word of mouth. As time goes by, everyone becomes less pious and makes the undead
The Holy Fire is getting weaker every year, and the number of people at the Holy Fire Festival is getting smaller and smaller every year. If this continues, I will be unemployed the day the Holy Fire of the Dead goes out." Kent complained.
"Haha, just in time, look who he is?" Nigris said.
Ange revealed his immortal godhead. The moment his godhead was revealed, at the Holy Fire Festival venue in the distance, the Holy Fire of the Undead soared several feet high.
"No... the Immortal God? Are you the Immortal God?" Kent was shocked. Although his tone was questioning, his heart was certain, because the moment his godhood was revealed, he seemed to hear the call of the Lord God.
This is because he has become an immortal priest for so many years, and has developed a very keen and clear perception of the belief network.
Why is the immortal god here?
"Aren't you in the God Realm? Why are you here?" Kent asked doubtfully.
Talking about people when you see them, and talking about ghosts when you see ghosts. This set of rhetoric has been discussed by everyone.
Nigris laughed: "The Immortal God has unified the divine world and conquered the Church of Light, humans, dwarves, dragons, elves, etc. Now we hear the Immortal King's request for help, so we are here. Take a look again, this
who is it?"
As he spoke, he pointed at Feti, and then he saw Feti revealing his mourning soul and purple gold skeleton.
Everything else can deceive people, but souls and bones cannot deceive people.
"Mourn...Lord of Mourning? Is it Master Locke?" Kent trembled.
Compared to Ange's Immortal God, Feti's Soul of Mourning is actually more terrifying. After all, he serves the Immortal God and will not be afraid of his own god. However, the Lord of Mourning is really scary.
Fetty said angrily: "Do you only know Locke? No, I am Harvey."
Well, good students have learned nothing else but the bad habit of using someone else's name.
"Oh, I have met Mr. Harvey, so you received His Majesty's request for help and came to help. Are you here to save His Majesty?" Kent asked in surprise and joy.
Negris nodded: "However, when we came here, we discovered that you guys don't seem to be very loyal to His Majesty the King, and there are quite a few people who engage in small tricks."
As soon as Nigris finished speaking, Kent said angrily: "I knew that you must be talking about Giant Hand Balu. This guy has a counter-spirit. He must be doing some tricks, right? Take me with you. I
Come with you to teach him a lesson."
Balu the Giant Hand? This way of naming is very familiar. Could it be: "The Balu the Giant Hand you are talking about is the Lord of Mourning?"
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