I Am Not the Supreme God

　　 Canglan Continent.

　　 The steam engine and the beginning of medieval art are the main keynotes of this continent.

　　 Because Tangchuan has poured a lot of resources here in the past few days, the development of the Blue Continent has always been in a state of vigorous recovery.

　　 This continent is composed of more than a dozen kingdoms, and there has not yet been an emperor that dominates the world like the Eagle Empire.

　　 Too fast development speed will inevitably lead to an end, that is, the actual material, form of entertainment, and the eruption of cultural ideas have formed a fault.

　　 There is a huge gap between the rich and the poor in this continent, and the rich and powerful people can enjoy everything they can enjoy.

　　 But not like later generations, similar to mobile phones, film and television works, etc., rich entertainment products, resulting in the spiritual pursuit of the nobles, after repeated extreme enjoyment, entered a state of emptiness and decadence.

　　 In this situation, an organization called the "Mystery Church" has gained ground for breeding.

　　 From the formation of a certain nobleman to the infestation of most kingdoms, this organization only took two years.

　　 Although it has not been officially recognized by the major kingdoms, it has attracted countless aristocrats who are curious and lack ideological pursuits to join.

　　 And the gods worshipped by their church are surprisingly non-mainstream, with their own fear and secret indescribable things.

　　 What its body is, naturally needless to say, it is surprisingly the three pieces of flesh that Tang Chuan put in that day, and it has grown into a young body.

　　 This is something Tang Chuan did not expect.

　　 He put in the meat at the beginning, just to test whether the human beings he created would be more prone to spur belief in the gods after seeing this kind of scary thing.

　　 But I didn't want to develop so fast, I didn't pay attention to it for most of the day, and this mysterious church had already revived vigorously.

In the initial stage, when the meat loaf was still a juvenile body, because of its own panic properties, there was indeed a wave of waves in the blue continent. The original lively night world was also because some people had seen it, those incomplete horror. Things have become extremely deserted.

　　 Almost no one dared to travel in the dark night, and the strange whispers from the distance of the thick black night made human beings who saw this kind of thing have a genetic fear.

　　 But, a few years have passed.

　　 The nobles found that the human beings who had vaguely seen the shape of the indescribable horror did not face bad luck.

　　 On the contrary, many people have received a lot of praise for daring to look directly at fear through the gaps in the curtains in the dark.

　　Since the **** who brought humans uncontrollable fear did not mean to target humans, but never took humans to heart, and even occasionally, by coincidence, helped a certain mortal who was oppressed.

　　 So at the time when the spirit was lacking, it was logical that there were primitive pioneers, that is, the first generation of magic sticks.

　　 They set up a mysterious church, in an attempt to call the gods and look directly at the gods with places, costumes and rituals that fit the style of the horror **** as much as possible.

　　……

　　 Kingdom of Venus.

　　 A strange castle that exists in the countryside on the border of the wilderness, high above the cliff, and built by black stones as a whole.

　　 There are often mysterious people in hoods and black robes coming in and out of here.

　　 From under their black robes, the luxurious clothes occasionally revealed that these people are all rich nobles.

　　 There are only aristocrats with empty spirits, who will take the path of curiosity, the earliest belief in the **** of horrors from the heart.

　　 The common people still can't eat enough, the house is not sheltered from the wind, and they can't melt into the circle of the nobles. Naturally, they will only have a sense of fear from the beginning to the end of the strange whispers in the dark.

　　 Inside the castle.

　　 Or call it a church.

　　 Under the lingering rhyme of the sky and dusk, dozens of believers with hoods and faces gathered here.

　　 Around them, there are embossed pillars, and the brazier on the pillars is braving the raging fire. From time to time, a spark is exploded. The lump of grease inside is made of bio-oil.

　　 Under the dim flame, the figure of the man in the hood and black robe was stretched infinitely and reflected on the wall, which looked extremely strange.

　　 At this moment, there is a godfather with weird pictures and texts printed on the chest of a black robe, and a godfather with a twisted mask, on the altar, is organizing the believers to pray sincerely.

　　"&*#……"

　　The sound of their prayers does not belong to the language of this continent. Perhaps even they themselves don’t know what it means.

　　 This is a certain pioneer who has been chasing and encountering the **** of horror three times. From their obscure whispers, the most repetitive syllable is selected.

　　 After several years of filling and revision, this kind of whisper has been vaguely divided into one or two points under the prayers of a group of people, the smell of the original sound coming from the dark night.

　　 If this scene were seen by civilians, it would definitely be frightened to a few days.

　　 However, these nobles, behind their twisted masks, are faces with extreme enthusiasm.

　　 "Cut Roca!"

　　 The priest on the altar suddenly opened his arms and uttered such a syllable.

　　 After hearing this, the believers who prayed silently below all raised up and cast them, opening their arms and repeating the same syllables.

　　 Their common gaze is not on the priest, but on the altar. The twisted knot is still squirming, about the shape and size of the meat.

　　 This weird piece of meat has perennial activity, but it is definitely not any known substance in this world.

　　 I heard that it was a certain pioneer who was bestowed on the way to chase the God of Mystery.

　　 "Cut Roca!"

　　 "Cut Roca!"

　　 The fanatical voice concealed the evening wind blowing by hunting outside the house.

Behind Father 　　, there were two waiters who introduced a lot of incomprehensible things.

　　Some are treasures regarded as treasures by human beings, some are poisons that can be seen in the throat of blood, and some are strange biological specimens.

Father 　　 stepped forward, took out a silver dagger, and separated his palm.

　　 The blood dripped down, and on these sacrifices, blood blossoms bloomed.

　　 "Cut Roca, Moga!"

　　 The fanatical voices of the followers turned again, again and again, repeating obscure syllables fanatically.

　　Hullah~

　　 Suddenly, a black wind blew outside the window, and the window frame was swept by the wind, hitting the black wall, like rain.

　　 However, the believers who perceive this situation have no fear, but become more and more fanatical.

　　Hoo~

　　 A dark shadow invaded the church.

　　Only some people who have seen this kind of thing, under some kind of "high-dimensional radiation", can slightly see the appearance of this kind of thing.

　　 But in the eyes of the believers who first saw the advent of God's Mansion, this was a dark shadow that kept changing.

In the eyes of the priest, he saw not only a corner of the church, but even vaguely through the roof, he saw the indescribable, towering sky, the main body was piled up with sarcoma, and the lower body had six pairs of different lengths and different shapes. The tentacles of the god's body.

　　 The priest who saw this scene hurriedly raised his hand to organize the believers not to move rashly and continue to pray fervently!

　　 After all, the number of successful calls to gods ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ even with the bonus of god-given things, the probability is 12%!

　　 This is an extremely rare situation!

The priest finally spoke human words. He raised his hands enthusiastically and said: "Great and horrified God of horror, thank you for coming, and bestowing you a pious servant, looking straight at your honor, please accept our sacrifice , And give us a wonderful syllable of the gods!"

　　The God of Secret Terror: "@#￥%……"

　　A dark shadow flashed from above the sacrifices.

　　 The offerings disappeared.

　　 The dark shadow also faded away in the frenetic prayers.

No one knows that the Secret Terrorist God just had the obscure words, just complaining: the bugs are noisy, and these useless garbage, I don’t need it anymore, no matter how noisy it is, next time you want to kill them all" "Clean up"?

After 　　 dissipated in the sky, the Secret Terrorist God looked at the sacrifices and felt that they were all useless garbage.

　　 I don’t feel like I used to be. After I mature, I don’t need to eat this garbage anymore.

　　 And those annoying bugs still stuff themselves with trash from time to time.

　　 If it weren't for occasional things that were a bit useful, they could barely be used as snacks, so he wouldn't pass by those churches by the way.

　　 I just crushed the **** and threw it to an unknown place.

　　 The God of Mystery Fear floats and leaves in a dimension that mortals cannot see.

　　 Those devout believers below were all so excited that they couldn't help themselves, and even cried with joy.

　　 They bow down sincerely, tears streaming down their faces.

　　 "The **** responded to us!"

　　 "The **** has rewarded us with the syllable of the god!"

　　 "He accepted our sacrifice!"

　　 "Thank the gods for the gift!"

　　 "We will be you, a devout believer forever!"