They all call me the Outer God

One Thousandth Face gave Riya an example of an ascetic in a certain country who had raised his right hand above his head for fifty years since he was three years old, just to ask God to take a look at him and fulfill his wish.

"Do you need me to raise my right hand above my head for fifty years?"

Riya glanced at his right hand. It was reasonable to do so, but he couldn't wait that long.

Of course, One Thousandth Face also rejected this idea.

The corners of its mouth rose more and more, and the color became brighter.

"We don't need to do that, sir."

"Since there was a successful case before, it means that countless people in the world have begun to imitate that case and send asceticism to their respective gods.

But they don't understand that those high gods are just executioners who regard them as ants, and even the extremely occasional response is just because they are annoyed by the power of asceticism and are forced to take action in order to stabilize the source of faith."

The bright red color has begun to glow faintly, and blood-like mucus is oozing out of the surface.

"What we need to do is to replace all their beliefs, so that the gods they believe in can be transformed into the Shining Sun itself, so that they can devote themselves to asceticism and their minds can no longer accommodate anything except the sun."

"Then, we will steal the fruits of their labor-"

"Gather the power of asceticism into the Shining Sun."

"Sounds good."

Riya gave a thumbs up, and then took the mask and began to ask: "But why do we sound like villains when we are doing righteous things?"

"Ah, father, there is no need to care about those details. Some things are more motivated only when you are full of immorality."

It started to call it randomly again, and Riya was too lazy to correct it. He just thought that since the mask could speak, and he would need to use it many times in the next time, he might as well give it a new name first.

However, Riya forgot that he was not good at naming. After he had an idea, a new name appeared on the thousandth side.

Dales.

Dollars.

It was still about money, but Darles seemed to like his new name very much. He kept praising Leah happily, praising him as a god who was loved and respected by everyone in the world.

"Great father, may every inch of your kingdom be built of gold, and may every bit of your flesh and blood be filled with gold."

"Shut up, you are too noisy."

Leah grabbed it in his hand and threw it casually, letting the tentacles in the shadows swallow it. Little Shiwa was probably happy to have a cordial and friendly exchange with the mask.

But right now, Leah had more important things to do. The "one minute" barrier would not last long. Leah could even see cracks in the space within a radius of five meters.

He stared at the cracks that oozed yellow sand for a moment, then glanced at the throne behind him. I don't know what he thought of, then he chuckled and turned to sit down.

The young man's movements were always smooth and graceful. He crossed his legs and sat steadily on the throne that symbolized supreme power. A black cane was casually placed on his legs.

It was also at this time that the cracks that were originally expanding slowly suddenly accelerated. The yellow sand seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and rushed into the cracks frantically. Its speed was no less than that of a rushing water.

Finally, when it reached an unknown valve point, the entire space seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force.

"Boom!!!!"

The loud noise caused by the shattering of the time barrier shook the sky, and even the scorching sun outside the palace was dimmed.

A transparent barrier collapsed like broken glass, and thousands of fragments gleaming with golden light flew everywhere, like falling stars, lighting up this silent and gloomy palace.

At the moment the barrier was broken, the figure of a king holding a scepter slowly emerged. His figure was shrouded in golden light, like a god of war from a myth.

The monarch's pupils slowly shrank to needle-like shapes, flashing cold light as if they could see through all the hypocrisy and fraud in the world.

Beside him, thirteen angels dressed in white clothes gathered around him, holding various artifacts and looking solemn.

However, when their eyes fell on Leah on the throne, they saw the shameless man raised a wine glass from nowhere to them, as if inviting them.

The usurper leaning on his throne against the light was extraordinarily handsome, with three-dimensional features like sculptures, and his skin glowed lightly under the firelight.

But his expression was full of playfulness, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, which instead set off another temperament of himself. It didn't look like a villain ascending the throne, but rather like God's scrutiny of the king.

"So this is your true face. What you said before about being a prophet is all fake."

Tabalf said coldly, and Riya ignored his questioning, drank the wine in the glass, and threw the empty glass to the tentacle beside him, watching it drag the glass back into the shadow.

He did this not to provoke, but he was indeed thirsty, but it was completely different in the eyes of others.

"Speaking of this, isn't it the same for you, the king?"

Riya's fingers tapped the edge of the throne armrest lightly, listening happily to the crisp sound of gold being struck.

"The people of Barkley love you so much, and they also love the gods you created."

Tabalf clenched the scepter in his hand: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"Don't understand? Well then."

Riya held the cane and slowly pointed at the angels of various shapes.

"The mythical creatures I have seen are all contaminated creations. The ones around you I have only seen in historical mythology books or fairy tales. Compared with real mythical creatures, they are too normal."

"And so many angels have not revealed their memes. They have such powerful strength but serve you without rebellion. This is also quite strange."

"So..."

Riya took back the cane: "The only one who can truly reach the level of meme one here is you, the king of Barkley. These angels are also the embodiment of your power. You rely on their protection while letting them absorb the faith of your people to make your position more solid."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but applaud for them.

"Good tricks, no wonder you were able to leave the dreamland at the same time in such a short time, and no wonder you were able to break the barrier built by the power of the Faceless God."

"These angels share your power. In fact, it is easy to completely disintegrate them if you break one of them, and your power is too weak compared to them. I can only guess that your body is somewhere else."

"Then where is it, in the coffin? The pyramid? Or..."

Inside the palace, the dim candlelight flickered, barely illuminating the deep space.

Riya sat on the throne, facing Tabalf, who looked gloomy and inky, and spoke as softly as a whisper.

However, to the listener, every word uttered from his lips seemed to touch some taboo.

Tabalf's face became more and more gloomy, as if the dark clouds over his head indicated the coming of a storm. In the end, he could no longer suppress the anger and depression in his body.

"Boom————"

An unprecedented pressure swept across like a sandstorm, completely different from the previous peaceful posture. This force carried the horror of antiquity and tyranny.

However, Liya seemed to be out of the matter. He quietly watched the riot of the people in front of him, but another scene appeared in his vision.

Shadows in all directions continued to split and extend outward like slime mold, and the overwhelming dark mist emerged from the shadows.

They were not only darkness, but also the embodiment of despair, with a more cold, desperate, and sticky oppression than divine power, tightly wrapping everyone in the palace.

Countless twisted figures were hidden in the mist, blinking their golden eyes and whispering indescribable words, each of which hit the heart directly, as if the weight of the entire universe was on their shoulders.

Under this oppression, the air in the palace became solidified and breathing became difficult.

The blood on Tabalf's face quickly faded, replaced by a deathly paleness. At this moment, he felt as if he was thrown into an endless ice cave. Not only did his body feel the biting cold, but even his soul was tightly entangled by this despair.

On the walls around him, the ancient reliefs also came to life. They twisted and squirmed, releasing a more bizarre breath, intertwined with the surrounding mist-

Unspeakable monsters were raging, there were cities swallowed by despair, and there were gods singing in a low voice under the starry sky... Every scene made people tremble.

"I forgot to tell you, Mr. Tabalf XV, the existence of angels is indeed terrifying, but you are not the only meme angel here."

As Ria's own strength increased, Sval's own strength was also constantly increasing. With its power, it was easy to suppress an angel whose body was not there.

Before, Ria fought with those "angels" for so long, but she was just pretending to test them because she was confused about their posture, and now there was no need to pretend anymore.

"Killing an angel will attract the attention of the god of relative memes. I won't kill you. Why don't you make a deal with me?"

As Riya said this, he stood up from the throne surrounded by black fog and walked step by step towards Tabalf, who was constantly emitting mixed sand.

He seemed quite surprised by the current situation. Unease and fear gradually enveloped his heart, but he still gritted his teeth: "I should have killed you all at the beginning, Hefeisgetu."

"Do you think I am Hefeisgetu?"

It would be nice if it was true. At least Riya felt that their situation was still happy compared to himself.

However, he did not mean to defend himself, but let the misunderstanding continue to ferment.

"I should also kill all those Hanu. If it weren't for them, there wouldn't be..."

"Since you like to kill so much, why don't I kill you first? The one here is not your real body. I'm sure your [Main Meme] won't say anything if I kill you."

The more Riya thought about it, the more interesting it became. His cane spontaneously transformed into a sword, and then he pointed the tip of the sword at the Pharaoh's heart and stabbed it forward suddenly--

"Puff!!!"

He spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood was blocked by the tentacles when it was about to splash on Riya.

"You will regret it." Tabalf reached out and grasped the blade fiercely. The next second, his body collapsed in vain, and the surrounding Barkley gods turned into yellow sand together.

At this time, Riya also put away the sword, and his eyes looked through the void at a new contract that appeared out of thin air.

[Traded party: Vosette Nigthorn Tabalf]

[Trading content: The other party uses the body and the location of the Death Curse in exchange for a chance to survive]

[Contract initiator: Lia Kelcha]

[Trading is established, praise you! Great Lord of Trade]

"Isn't this what we found?"

Riya waved at the black fog in all directions, and they spontaneously compressed and gathered into a ball of color that was almost rich enough to rival the black hole.

Finally, the "black hole" opened its two round pupils and flew happily to Riya's outstretched hand.

"How does it feel to be scared?"

"Guwu!"

Little Shiwaer puffed up his chest, his face was obviously proud.

As for the mask called Dales... Dales is a piece of rags, and he is not worthy of staying with it and calling Riya father. It has never called Riya that, but all kinds of cats and dogs can come out and pretend to be familiar with Riya.

If the broken mask was not still useful, Little Shiwaer would chop it now.

"Guwu!"

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Little Shiwaer stretched out his tentacles and pierced Riya's neck.

It tore and let the blood splatter all over itself, and then at a certain moment, it finally pulled Riya's head off his body and put it in its arms, which finally made up for some of its lack of security.

And Riya didn't say much, just touched its head and walked with it step by step out of the palace.

Along the way, they met many soldiers, but when those soldiers saw clearly that a headless man was carrying a pitch-black unknown object, and the unknown object was still holding the man's head tightly, bleeding while walking, they were dumbfounded and dared not move.

At this moment, they hoped that they were dead, so they didn't have to see such a horrifying scene in broad daylight, and shouted in their hearts, "Save me, save me."

Dales also appeared on Riya's head at an inopportune moment, but the position where Riya originally placed his head had already changed, so it fell on Riya's arm on his chest as soon as it appeared.

Dales has no eyes, but it is not without vision, so in a blink of an eye, he looked at Riya's head and the "bird" who insisted on holding Riya's head.

In terms of shock, it is definitely not inferior to anyone.

"What are you doing! My father, what on earth are you doing!"

"Nothing to be surprised about, it's just playing, you'll get used to it." Riya said something extraordinary in a gentle tone.

"You dote on this thing so much!?"

"...I think the timing of your appearance may not be very appropriate, and what you said is not very appropriate."

Before Riya finished his reminder, the dark tentacles lifted Darles high, and the owners of those tentacles stared at it with dark eyes.