In the minds of Ernacillin, as well as most people, and in various official doctrines, the image of the gods is solemn and unrecognizable.

Ernacillic treated the gods as he had initially treated psionic powers, interested, willing to understand but distant.

But in his recent contact with the deity person, either indirectly or directly, he felt that the deity was not just a solemn and similar image in doctrine and legend.

Like the one he came into contact with indirectly, he regarded him as a demon retinue organization god, the demon ancestor.

Eneracillin felt that he had a very bad character, and the other party, apparently knowing that his purpose was not pure, looked at him and even told God to make him his dependent. As a result, Eneracillin has no way to collect information on the organization, and so far, all the information he has collected is something that can be noticed by everyone at the grassroots level of the organization.

And the god in front of him who he came into direct contact with, the manager of the water. This person's character is obviously much better, gentle and friendly, and there is some girlish liveliness, which does not give people a sense of oppression and fear at all.

At this moment, the god in the blue and gold dress smiled gently, and his soft and ethereal voice reached Enacylin's ears: "Don't you have anything to say when you see the real god?"

"Well, there are. He felt so close to Enacillicline that he couldn't think of how to communicate with him.

"Don't be so inhibited. He smiled softly, "I've been asleep for a long time, and I wish someone could talk to me." ”

"You've slept for a long time, too?" said Ernacillin's eyes widened slightly, and his tone rose slightly—he suddenly thought of someone he hadn't been able to contact since he entered the ruins.

"Uh, I mean, I have a friend who also claims to have slept for a long time. Sensing that his reaction might have been a little abrupt, Enercillin hastened to explain.

"It doesn't matter. Seletya's tone was still gentle and friendly, and her tone was calm, "Actually, I've always wanted to say that you have ...... on your body."

He blinked, "There's an aura about you that I'm familiar with, like some old friend. ”

Friends?

Enacillirin raised an eyebrow without a trace.

"Wait. Selethea frowned suddenly, "Like, it's not just the breath of an old friend." ”

The way he looked at Enacyrin suddenly became meaningful. After looking at him carefully, Seletea hooked her lips again and chuckled, and the words she said seemed to Enacillin to be quite nonsensical: "It seems that there must have been a drastic change outside." ”

"Forget it, don't talk about it. You...... Whose family members are they? There is a lot of high-ranking personality on his body. His gaze revealed a curiosity, "Don't worry, nothing is good in this place I'm in, but when it comes to shielding the perception of higher Beings, as long as they don't come in person, then they can't sense what's going on in here anyway, just like I definitely can't perceive everything in the outside world." ”

Selethea's tone was very determined, because it was this that caused him to lose contact with the outside world completely, and he could only rely on his unconscious call to find someone with high spirituality to see if he could help him.

But many times, after passing through a large number of layered spaces, only people of a little spiritual level can hear it, but such people are only one for so many years.

His words reassured Ernacillin, he was indeed a dependant of a certain god, but he should be terrified of this dependent, if it wasn't for Minnuo's help to shield it, he was afraid that he would immediately find an excuse to go back to the association to see if he could use some ritual to ask for the help of the true god.

"Hmm...... Well, I don't want to, but I'm a member of a god, but I'm not a believer in Him. ”

"Well, is there such a thing?" said Seletea, holding up the edge of the coffin, as she sat up straighter, "I remember that they like to find dependents among their followers, so that they can tell me who he is?"

"Of course, He is the Lord of the demonic followers, the Demonic Ancestors. Ernacillin nodded, had no intention of concealing it, and answered truthfully.

"Demon?" Seletea's expression suddenly became a little strange, "Do you know his name?

"There were no such gods in my time before I slebered, but there weren't many who could claim to be the ancestors of demons, and maybe I knew them. The corners of Seletea's lips curled in a light and soft arc, and she looked at Enacillin seriously and peacefully.

"I don't know the name, I haven't heard of the authority, and I ...... way of doing things It is said that there is a response to the needs of believers, and they will often give oracles to believers. And ......" Ernacillin pushed down his glasses, searching for all the information he knew, "Well, I personally think that this person's personality seems to have some bad taste. ”

"Bad taste?" Celethea tilted her head and looked at him thoughtfully, presumably thinking that bad taste was a word that was difficult to associate with the gods.

"Well, this undercover agent who knowingly chose me, an undercover agent sent by a hostile force, as a dependent. "Ernacillin is actually a little panicked and helpless now.

He thought that the god sent an oracle for the believers to deal with him, and he also thought that the god directly used authority to deal with him. But he just didn't expect that the god would actually look at him and treat him as a dependent, which was a bad feeling.

PS: Change it first and then change it.