Everyone was busy from the afternoon until dark, and they barely managed to keep the house safe enough to live in.

Lynch was also driven by Joan of Arc to take a bath, and after washing away the filth on his face, the whole person was also a little refreshed.

After dinner, everyone sat down around the table where the candles were lit.

Xiao Hei stood on the table and nodded to Li Feng, signaling that he could start.

Li Feng immediately took out the solar mobile phone delivered by Chu Yunxuan, clicked on the live broadcast room, and pointed the screen at Xiao Hei.

"Hello everyone, we're meeting again!" Xiao Hei said hello to the sailors in the live broadcast room, and then motioned for Li Feng to take his mobile phone around.

"As you can see, I have left the Demon Realm, and now we are in a human village called Saya. ”

As soon as he said this, the live broadcast room was instantly full of sorrow.

But these they howl at them, and Xiao Hei broadcasts his own without any interference.

The screen is focused on Lynch.

"Now I have another follower, he's a Westerner, and I want everyone to help me think of his name. ”

The live broadcast room was still wailing for Xiao Hei leaving the Demon Village, but Xiao Hei didn't even bother to pay attention to them.

Its gaze was locked on the barrage that kept drifting above the screen, hoping to get some useful information alive.

"This kid should be a Westerner, or he will be called Achilles, the god of war. ”

Agathius was a hero in Greek mythology who had soaked in the waters of the River Styx, possessing an immortal body, and Little Black silently wrote down this name.

Someone spoke, and the attention of the sailors slowly recovered from the grief of losing the Majin beauty and joined the discussion.

"What defeated Achilles, I, Hector, was the first to disagree. ”

"It's my Odysseus to come out!"

"Shut up Odysseus, you thin man!"

"This kid is very thin, if it's a magician, Agthius"

"Why do you think of Western myths and stories when you think of magicians?

Oriental immortals?

Xiao Hei's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly asked Lynch, "What is your magic talent?"

Lynch was looking at his image on the phone screen in a daze, and when he heard Xiao Hei asking, he hurriedly said, "Fire." ”

"Fire, his attribute is fire!" Xiao Hei said loudly into the live broadcast room.

Knowing Lynch's attributes, one by one the sailors immediately turned on their brains.

"Among the ancient immortals, the fire ancestor must be the fire god Zhu Rong!"

Zhu Rong: The strongest god of fire!

Xiao Hei hurriedly looked at Lynch: "I promise you to be named Fire God Zhurong!"

After waiting for a moment, Lynch didn't change.

No!

Xiao Hei looked at the phone screen with some confusion: "The name Zhurong is not good, change it." ”

"Vermilion Bird, one of the four holy beasts of the East, has superior strength!"

Xiao Hei nodded and looked at Lynch: "I promise you to be Suzaku." ”

After waiting for a moment, Lynch still didn't respond.

....

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Xiao Hei looked at the barrage floating above the screen, and was a little breathless: "I promise you to be named Li Er (Lao Tzu, Taishang Laojun), Zhang Shan (Lord of the Stove), Red Boy, Hulu Siwa, ......"

Lynch stared blankly at Blackie.

....

Is it not a mobile phone problem?

Could it be that I was placed by the Chu River again?

Xiao Hei wanted to scold his mother.

"Xiao Hei, could this be a racial issue? Why don't you take a Westerner's name?" Li Feng suggested.

Now, Xiao Hei has completely given up.

Coincidentally, a Westerner's name floated over the barrage.

"Hepistus, I promise you the name Hepistus!"

A breeze crept into the house silently along the open window, just when Blackie thought that this time the name would also fail.

A gentle breeze glowed red and swirled around Lynch.

Just when everyone noticed the changes around Lynch.

Boom!

A spiraling fire tornado rose into the sky, enveloping Lynch's body.

Everyone was taken aback by the fire and hurriedly retreated to dodge.

Even Matz, who was friends with Lynch, did not dare to touch the scorching flames easily.

"Help! I don't want to die. Lynch, who had been hit by the mutation, shouted in panic.

His body was red from the fire.

The burning, suffocating sensation made him feel like he was dying.

"Lord Black, please save Lynch. Metz hurriedly knelt down at Blackie.

What can Xiao Hei do?

Lynch's naming process is completely different from the others, and there is no basis for reference.

Xiao Hei swallowed his saliva: "Li Feng, what was that name just now?"

"Hezhestus, the ancient Greek god of fire and forging. Li Feng's eyes were fixed on the pillar of fire, he felt that this fire tornado was very dangerous, if it hadn't caused effective damage to this fire tornado, I am afraid that it would have fled with Xiao Hei a long time ago.

Metz didn't wait for Blackie's reply, but suddenly heard a heavy sound of striking iron.

The sound of the iron seemed to hit his heart, and with each blow, his heart beat with it.

Turning his head, he saw a figure in the fire tornado, and he didn't know when the shadow of an iron hammer appeared in his hand.

The hammer slammed into the void, but there was a clearly visible thud.

Attracted by the sound, the villagers of Saya Village slowly walked out of their homes and quickly ran towards the small wooden house that glowed red.

"A miracle! ”

Joan of Arc looked excitedly at the figure inside the fire tornado, and the scene in front of her could only be described as a miracle!

And it was the Black Lord that it believed in that caused this miracle.

Sure enough, there was nothing wrong with her choice.

As the percussion continued, a small fiery red orb slowly appeared in front of the figure, and the red light emitted by the orb even surpassed the fire tornado, becoming the only bright spot between heaven and earth.

Bang!

The door slammed open, and the villagers huddled together and fell in.

The group stumbled close to the fire tornado, but they were too afraid of the fire tornado in the room to get too close.

Slowly, one, two, three villagers .... He knelt down towards the firespout, folded his hands, and prayed to him like a pilgrim.

Bechard nudged Joan of Arc and nodded to her.

Joan of Arc responded with a smile.

Although this fire tornado was not as powerful as it could be easily made by an ordinary magician, it was a rare spectacle for these ordinary villagers in front of them.

If this is used as propaganda, with Saya as a stronghold, radiating all around, the Demon Cult can soon develop.