From the moment the pillar of light fell, a voice echoed in Marceau's ears, and the cat cub knew that it was the whisper of the evil god, and players with high perception could hear it, this was an identification that was not an appraisal - if the player decided to respond to his temptation, then he would be corrupted, and depending on the evil god, the player who was tempted would also have different 'alienation', and in the end, not to mention acquaintances, even many players themselves could not recognize their new form. Of course, this is risky, you accept the power of the evil god, the entire continent will be your enemy, whether it is the eastern continent or the western continent, from north to south, to the sky and the earth, there are very few organizations and individuals who can meet you and face each other, and if the invasion of the player is unfortunately prevented, then as a tempted foreigner, the stake cast, fiery glue and silver-plated steel nails are the last memories of their alienated life.

Moreover, whether it is New Eden or the Eastern Continent, almost all player groups will not tolerate the appearance of such a 'traitor' under their banner - the players who invested in the undead plane in the first open era finally counterattacked the undead lord, which can be regarded as an independence from its control, and can also be pulled with the high-sounding handwriting of 'change the world from the source with blood and fire', and follow the evil gods? These four madmen are not as easy to deceive as the undead, and there have been times when entire warbands have tried to gain power by deceiving evil gods, only to have everyone in the entire warband lose their roles - and the thought of their target being Tzeentch makes Marceau feel like his intelligence is running out for a moment.

'Son of Sue, why are you on this side, come here, lovely boy, come to Daddy. ’

Although Ben Meow has no father since he was a child, he has not ** to the sad point of recognizing a pervert as a father. The kitten directly cut off this communication, but the next second, a new communication channel was established, and the kitten had to roll its eyes - this is the sadness of high perception, the guy with low perception is naturally stupid, and he can't even hear the evil god's small advertisements on the whole channel. Naturally, there are no such troubles. And a little monster like Marceau, who perceives 30, has to face an almost endless exchange of consciousness - just like in the Warhammer Century, when the psionics gain psionic energy from the abyss, the abyss is also 'calling' the psionics all the time, in that world, any failure of identification is equivalent to death, and here, active depravity is even more deadly.

Leaving this inexplicable call aside, Marceau replaced the 'Sophie's guerrilla heart' and jumped over the gap between the houses after Mo Whispering. The semi-undead cat cub is already a little unable to distinguish the smell of food in the air, but any toxins and the smell of the lower plane are simply unforgettable memories for Marceau, the smell from the lower plane in the air is getting stronger and stronger, it seems that the big demon is really an eternal plague source that can walk, Marceau doesn't know how many people will lose their lives in the end, he only knows that the head of the group in front of him has begun to be a little unsteady, and her breathing has begun to be disordered. I slipped under my feet as I climbed over the roof - something I couldn't have imagined before.

"Damn, I like...... Sick?"

Ultimately. At the length of the rope in front of her, Mo Whisper, who was a little pale, stopped her and began to breathe heavily, but then the epidemic would enter her lungs more quickly, and Marceau could only take out a bottle of antidote and pour it into her - fortunately, she was prepared, even if she was semi-undead and ignored the toxin. This potion Marceau will prepare a bottle anyway.

After drinking the potion, Mo Qingyu's face looked a little better, but it was only 'a little better', and as the concentration of the epidemic in the air began to increase, the antidote potion that Mo Qingyu drank was rapidly losing its effect. A simple antidote potion could not deal with this 'supernatural' epidemic, and listening to the whispers and roars of the filial sons of Nagi from the streets, Marceau finally chose to pick up Mo Qingyu and walked onto the rope.

The older young woman first subconsciously gave Marceau an elbow blow to the neck, and then seemed to think of her and his current situation, and whispered sorry, the big sister simply buried herself in Marceau's arms and let the kitten pass through the rope to the other side.

Marceau squatted down and put Mo Qingyu on the ground, the big sister raised her head, Marceau could already see that Mo Qingyu's face had begun to turn a little blue, she looked at Marceau: "Damn, I heard the whisper, Marceau, give me the gun ......" Speaking of this, Mo Qingyu was silent for a moment, and then shook his head vigorously: "No, no, no, you keep it for yourself, look at me, Marceau, if I start to transform into a nebule crumb...... Kill me with a silver-seeping bullet, the bullet has to go through the skull, I don't want to be a filial son of Nurgle, do you understand?"

"Sister Mo, I'll take you away. With that, Marceau turned around and carried Mo Qingyu onto his back, and the kitten turned out a piece of rope from the bag and used it to wrap Mo Qingyu around his back.

The patio of the next house behind him was pushed open, and the filial sons who made the cats disgust just by looking at them came out, and they howled over the gaps between the houses, and then watched the cat cubs cross the street with their flying claws, and went directly to the top of the bell tower on the other side, Marceau, who looked at the few players on the top of the bell tower. The fellows were helpless, the gnome sat against the wall, his face completely blackened, his chest soaked with black blood, the steppe elves beside him curled into a ball, the priest girl did not seem to be purified, but her other teammate was different-the warrior had staggered to his feet, his rotting body pounced on Marceau, but Marceau was soon broken in the head with a musket.

Too late to burn the bodies of the gnomes and prairie elves, Marceau jumped on the guardrail of the bell tower and confirmed that there was a rope leading to a three-story building in the south, so the cat cub took out the flare gun that the aborigines had given him before, fired a signal flare at the south side, and then reached back and took out the pickaxe from the tool bag on Mo Whisper's waist, grabbed the pickaxe handles on both sides of the pickaxe and slid directly down the rope, and when approaching the building, Marceau let go of the hand that was gripping the tip of the pickaxe, and then drove the pickaxe into the gap between the stones the moment it touched the building wall。

With his legs kicking on the top of the ledge of the wall, the kitten grabbed the guardrail and climbed up with all his might.

"Sister Mo, are you okay? Marceau asked as he ran to the other end of the building, reloading his flare gun.

"Marceau, I've been tested again. The answer from behind made Marceau feel the urgency of time more and more: "This time the difficulty ...... 14, it should be ...... next time 16, only more...... Many. ”

"Hold on, Sister Mo. Jumping on the guardrail, Marceau once again fired a signal flare, this time finally answered, a griffin flew over Marceau's head, the cat cub quickly put down Mo Qingyu, took out a bottle of holy water from her waist, and fed it into Mo Qingyu's mouth - maybe next time Sister Mo will not be able to pass the identification, but at least she should not become a rotten body after drinking the holy water, which is very important, so she will be so insistent before.

Then Marceau turned Mo Whisper around and tied her up with a rope, and at this time the griffin flew back, and its knight reduced its speed: "Are you still alive?"

"If you want to do it, but my friend is dying, please bring him back to the temple area, we are on a reconnaissance mission, we have witnessed the arrival of the Great Demon of Nurgle, and there is a wound in Fasher between the planes that seems to be difficult to heal for a while. Marceau finished speaking in one breath, and then tied a dead knot to the rope tied by Mo Qingyu: "My physique makes me immune to the epidemic, but my teammates can't, you take it with you, and go before you are also infected by the epidemic." After Marceau finished speaking, the griffin finally approached the roof at the knight's command, and it grabbed Mo Whisper, and then the griffin began to rise into the air.

Marceau watched as the knight and its griffin vanished into the southern night sky with Mo whispering, and then turned to give way to the sneak attack of Nagle, a player, it ...... It seems to be a guy who is actively degenerate, as I said before, the price of active depravity is always very high, but for Sanren, it is the time to cut an account, because this halfling thief misses a blow and immediately disappears into thin air - forcibly sneaking, Marceau blinked, and found that it was difficult to detect it, and the eyes of the cat cub could not detect such a monster in the outer plane - after all, it was not the same power system.

After all, as a believer in Nurgle, this guy is completely different from ordinary people, Marceau put a sacred weapon on the pickaxe in his hand, and then the cat cub with two ear movements first a dagger that crouched down and let go straight to the head, and then a dagger that rolled to turn the stab into a poke, got up, and looked at the thief who once again faded into darkness, the cat cub waved the pickaxe in his hand, and at the same time his ears kept turning, and finally the cat cub turned around, and the axe rolled on his tail slashed through the air...... It was empty, but the kitten cub was not surprised, the illusion technique could do this, he turned around and used the pickaxe to pull away the dagger that stabbed him, and then in the next second, the pickaxe was nailed into the belly of the halfling with a backhand, and then Marceau kicked the knee-down of the left leg of the Nagle, and then pulled out the pickaxe from the belly of the halfling in front of him, the thief seemed to want to fight back, so the next second the cat cub nailed the pickaxe in his hand into the head of the newborn filial son, and the divine damage directly turned its brain into a vaporized confined space, and when Marceau pulled the pickaxe from his head, the divine flame erupted from the wound。

Pushing down the corpse, Marceau listened to the many footsteps coming from downstairs, and then chose to run away without hesitation. Don't make trouble, this world is so dangerous, why do you have to choose to face danger every time? (To be continued.) )