Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

For a moment, Mark regretted it to death.

It was not a good thing to be loathed by the most powerful gods of the time.

Fortunately, the Evernight Goddess gave him a hand.

This clone of the goddess, shrouded in the mist of the night, half-closed her beautiful phoenix eyes, and there was a playful light in the black pupils.

"Hehe! Mark Destiny, you don't need to be nervous. No matter which god, the descendants of your own family will be unhappy if they go to praise other gods." The beautiful eyes of the goddess of the night flowed, and the smile became stronger : "Of course! If the object of praise is my good sister, then it's a different matter, right, my good sister!"

"Hmph!" The Goddess of Light hummed again and again.

This time, somehow, I put down the heart of someone who mentioned it for a long time.

Not to mention the twin goddesses, some unconscious guy almost forgot that on the surface, his family is believers in the light! He can fool Vivienne into saying that he is a carbine * Cthulhu, and the faint light inherited from his body blesses the bloodline to operate. Maybe he can hide it from other gods, but he can't hide it from the twin goddesses.

For things like flattering other gods, if you change to another god, why don't you beat him to death on the spot?

The eighteen divine punishments are definitely arranged for him!

Fortunately, after going around for a long time, it was still digested by my own god.

That's fine.

Mark finally realized that when he came out of "The Lonely Brave" by accident, he first walked to the gate of hell, and then ran to the gate of the kingdom of God.

Obviously, the goddess of the night is in a very good mood today.

In the churches of the mortal world, let alone hearing the oracle, standing in front of the statue of your own god, even if the statue shines, it is the so-called [divine revelation], which is enough to increase the status of a certain believer, at least the bishop of the area will arrange it superior.

But the Goddess of the Night said a lot of words: "During your performance, your identities will be kept strictly confidential. This is the rule set by the gods. After the performance, it will be another matter. Of course, now my divine light is protecting you. You can rest assured to continue contacting other gods."

what!

There is such a good thing! ?

Mark hurriedly saluted: "Thank you for the blessing of the Evernight Goddess."

The bright eyes of the Goddess of the Night swept Mark around, and with just one glance, Mark suddenly had the feeling that all his cards were clearly seen.

He believes that this is definitely not an illusion!

His only luck is that the Evernight Goddess can't see through the fate dice. As for other things, it's another matter if you can keep it or not.

really……

The Goddess of the Night cast her eyes on the bright revolver and crab machete on his waist: "Hey, young man, I didn't expect you to play well!"

sweat!

sweat!

Waterfall sweat!

Mark was still in shock, and the Goddess of Light came to make up the knife: "What the hell is my bastard family..."

The slender female figure in the golden light group was obviously sullen.

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 force is allowed. "

Mark felt relieved. The identity of an absolutely neutral knowledge believer is really useful, at least all parties will not show hostility to him immediately.

But Goddess of the Night's next sentence made Mark think about his next strategy.

"Of course, if you offer this knife as a sacrifice at any altar of the night, I will be more happy." The half-closed eyes of the goddess of the night are full of anticipation and playfulness.

Mark: Who is Bassatan? Not familiar!

After deliberating for a thousandth of a second, he decided to sell Basatan's token.

Compared with the really powerful local gods, the spare ingredients that were tied to a tortoise shell bound in some shit corner and waited for the pot are nothing!

That's how things are in the world, and an idiot who doesn't know the current affairs will be dismissed in the next second.

The so-called divine favor and divine punishment are just the thoughts of the gods.

He dared to say to his face that he was going to vote for the evil gods, and as soon as he stepped out of the gate of the [Blood Moon Baptism], there must be a wanted warrant from the orthodox churches all over the world 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, I am of course willing to offer it."

"Very good! You will be rewarded accordingly." The eyes of the Goddess of the Night almost narrowed into a line, and the Goddess of Light beside her nodded slightly.

This pass is over.

The twin goddesses just floated away, and the slim spirit body disappeared from the sight of the three of them.

Vivian, who was not far from Mark, had an indescribable feeling, her mouth was full of sweetness and bitterness, and she was extremely contradictory.

Ordinary transcendents, of course, cannot spy on the encrypted communication between a god and another person, which does not prevent her from perceiving that the incoming person is the avatar of the goddess she believes in.

Vivienne yelled a little depressed in her heart: Great goddess, I am your most loyal believer!

Sorry, the reality is so cruel.

She also knew that if it were any Evernight Cultist who was eligible to enter the blood moon baptism, no, this mysterious carbine Cthulhu could fly with anyone, and there was no such thing as immobility.

She and Kang En next to her are just tool people.

However, the loss in her heart is inevitable.

The joint visit of the goddess of night and light even left a thick fog of night to cover Mark, which made most gods give up the idea of ​​contacting Mark.

There is only one existence with six black wings, who chooses to contact Mark with an abnormal head.

Looking at the man in front of him with the black wings of a fallen angel, wearing a black suit, short curly black hair and horns of a goat, Mark instinctively became vigilant.

Seriously, the guy from The Seven Deadly Sins is pretty recognizable.

This guy's face is habitually turned 45 degrees to the sky, and there is that kind of arrogance from the bottom of his heart. If you have seen it, you will never forget it.

"Excuse me, [Arrogance], why do you want me?"

As everyone knows, this man with a soft melon face smiled and shook his head: "No, no, I want to say, compared to the twin goddesses of light and night, they are the [arrogant], and I can at most be a cameo."

Mark couldn't be dealt with now, so he hid in the dark mist of the Evernight Goddess, squinting, staring at each other, looking forward to the following.

"I know very well that there is no one in this world who can bid higher than the two of them. It's just that with your intelligence, I hope you can wait a little longer." [Arrogance]'s words, with a kind of irresistible magic.

Even if you know that there is a high probability that this is a kind of trickery, it is difficult for you to refuse to listen.

"Oh?" Mark was noncommittal.

"Although your Excellency hates reincarnation, because high-ranking people control 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 God Realm The first throne?"

Mark narrowed his eyes and remained silent.

"That's all I have to say, I hope...there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future." [Arrogance] is gone, his performance is so humble, it makes people feel that his [Arrogance] is fake.

Mark knows that arrogance doesn't have to be in the mouth, it can also be in the heart. For example, the man in white who was beaten to the lower level by him before, he thought that other people were idiots in his bones, which was also a kind of arrogance.

This is an out-and-out big devil. He has a million ways to fuck the mark.

Mark looked into the distance, and around the stage where the illusory projection disappeared, the lights in the boxes representing various gods went out.

This proves that their avatars no longer pay attention to this side.

At this time, when he first came to the opera house, the seemingly dull master of ceremonies appeared again.

If the master of ceremonies before was like a repeating machine that was injected with a designated program and could only repeat, now there is obviously a soul of a god in his body.

"Hello! The three gods! Congratulations to the three who passed the [Blood Moon Baptism]! According to the rules set by the gods, you can choose a prize left by the god you believe in. In addition, as the leader, the carbine *gram Mr. Su En, you can still choose two other prizes."

"Anything else?" Mark was surprised.

"Yes! As long as you have voted for your opera [appreciation vote], you can choose any prize from the gods."

Vivien next to her got a light crossbow blessed by the Evernight Goddess, and Conrad got a retractable [Storm Spear] with a powerful thunder snake lingering around it.

When it was Mark's turn, he first opened the gift of the God of Knowledge.

That is a "Encyclopedia of Low-Level Mysteries"!

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.

The high probability is because he only has the profession of [Doctor of Mystery], and other unsuitable gifts are automatically filtered.

There is no choice, in fact, sometimes it is a kind of appropriate.

The cover of the book should be the hide of some kind of powerful beast, with faint lines on the smooth cover.

The cover is dyed dark blue, except for the title in curlicue above, and the ornate chain link border is reminiscent of the outline of a birthday cake.

Mark touched the book, and a faint spiritual energy swayed, as if checking Mark's identity.

He turned the pages of the book smoothly, and as soon as he opened the preface, he immediately saw a line of strong words:

[As long as you understand, I will help you instantly]!

"Hiss!" Mark felt the saliva in his mouth secreting rapidly.

Even if you have to pay a corresponding amount of mental power every time you release a spell, so what?

What could be better than instant spell casting?

This is also very fragrant.

Mark has never been more eager to calm down and study hard than he is now.

He reluctantly closed the pages of the book, and in the next second, more than twenty prizes appeared in his vision at the same time.

First of all, gifts from the evil camp were excluded, and then Mark gave up a violin that kept beating and seemed to want to express himself with a wry smile. It was clearly a gift from the goddess of music, Muse.

It's a pity that Mark, who was eager to improve his strength, was the first to give up other than evil equipment, such impractical things.

All his eyes were attracted by a special gadget.

"this……"

The master of ceremonies smiled: "It is equal to two gifts."