Roland's mood was certainly a little excited.

After all, this is also a kind of acknowledgment, acknowledging that you have good character, acknowledging that you are capable, and even more admitting that you have a high ceiling in the future.

But Roland only thought for two seconds before refusing. He shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know how to offer my faith to the gods. ”

The angel stood for a few seconds, and a strange expression appeared on her holy white face: "Why, this is an invitation from my Lord, you shouldn't feel honored, right?" ”

"It's an honor." Roland sighed, "But that doesn't mean I'm going to believe in a god. ”

"Don't want to believe in gods?" The angel shook her head helplessly, and just this small action caused a wave of waves: "Occasionally, such a magician appears. Then I would like to ask, what is a god in your eyes? ”

"More powerful beings, so powerful that we can't understand them for the time being."

The angel smiled: "Temporarily incomprehensible? In other words, when you reach the strength, will you try to understand? ”

Roland nodded.

After hearing this, the angel slowly floated down and stood on the ground, no longer looking down at Roland, and at the same time dissipated the pale white light.

"He is worthy of being the disciple of the goddess Mithra." The angel said gently, "How about we become God's favorites in another way?" ”

Divine Favorite...... A person who is favored by the gods, in essence, a holy warrior like Shuk, is a god favorite.

But Roland shook his head.

Shuk is different from ordinary people, he is too handsome, and the opposite sex has a high tolerance for him, even if he occasionally does something inappropriate, women will not think of him.

But Roland is self-aware, and his charm is very average.

Besides, the gods are essentially in a 'weak' position, and it feels like the gods are raising kittens and puppies.

Of course, some pets can become cat owners because of their outstanding appearance, but Roland doesn't think that his crotch appearance can also get the same treatment as Shuke.

He knew that the average paladin was trembling and cautious, praying sincerely to the goddess every day, and taking time to read the teachings in an effort to read and understand them thoroughly.

But Shuk, the holy warrior, rode around on a red dragon every day, doing tasks from time to time, paying little attention to doctrine and even less praying. But he was the most advanced of all the paladins.

Every time a few friends get together, Shuck will always proudly brag about what beautiful attractions he has visited and what wonders he has seen.

It's obviously a combat player.,But it's hard to play the feeling of a landscape party.。

Roland has never been jealous of Shuke's opposite-sex relationship, but he has never had the luxury of being like him.

People are different, other people's success, other people's lifestyle, you may not be able to replicate it.

So Roland was not interested in the matter of the Divine Favor.

In Roland's opinion, the goddess of life most of the time wants to raise a puppy, or rather, a puppy with only fangs, who can occasionally help her bite and occasionally tease her, so as to have fun.

Roland was reluctant to be a puppy.

Pretending to bow his head and think about it for a while, Roland finally raised his head slowly and said, "I'm sorry, I'm not qualified to be a god. ”

Although it is said that it is not qualified, it is a clear refusal.

The angel was clever enough to hear what Roland meant.

She seemed a little annoyed, but not a more negative annoyance, but more like an irritation of herself.

As she was in a bad mood, the two pairs of white wings behind her seemed to dim.

In the end, she sighed helplessly, glanced at Roland a little aggrieved, and didn't speak, Park soared her wings and flew straight into the sky, and it didn't take long for her to disappear.

Only a few white feathers fell.

Roland subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and then found that it was just an illusion, and the feather passed through Roland's palm, slowly becoming transparent and disappearing.

Retracting his palm, Roland took a deep breath and smelled a bitter fragrance.

It's a bit like a green apple.

The angel was gone, and Roland felt a little tired, so he sat down on the grass and opened the forum again.

He wanted to figure out what the green aura was for before, and what was happening in Winter Wind City now.

The previous live broadcast room was still live, and the broadcaster seemed to have left the previous place and ran to the vicinity of the Temple of Life.

"Look at the players of the Silver Wing Guild and the Jialan Temple Guild...... On their faces, they all have black leaf marks. ”

The slightly obscene voice of the broadcaster was very excited: "It seems that the halo is a sign for them...... Wait, the Templars of the Cult of Light are here. ”

In the live broadcast room, a large number of white-armored Templars poured in from the city gates, and they were divided into several groups, most of whom went to clean up the ruins and rescue the civilians under the ruins.

And there is also a strong group of heavily armored knights who have begun to hunt down those players with black leaf marks on their faces.

As long as you see it, you rush forward like a mad dog, relying on the advantage of being outnumbered and equipped, and directly chopping players with marks on their faces into meat sauce.

Wait until they are resurrected and then chop up.

In the end, two or three hundred players were blocked near the resurrection point of the Temple of Life, and they couldn't run away at all.

Surrounded by thousands of white-armored knights.

Although all of the Templars wore helmets and could not see their expressions, judging by their unhesitating slashing movements, they showed no mercy or forgiveness for these players who had leaf marks on their faces.

Filled with angry indifference.

The video in the live broadcast room showed a very bloody picture.

The corpses of the players were piled up on top of each other, and they were about to block the entrance to the temple. The mosaic flows like a small ditch, and there are dozens of them.

The air was filled with a strong smell of rust.

The players in charge of the live stream were also surrounded, trembling with fright, and even the live stream was vibrating slightly, but all the Templars ignored him when they looked at his face and saw that he had no black leaf marks on his face.

Roland withdrew directly and sent a message in the guild chat world: "That black leaf mark, will it disappear after the player dies a few times?" Or will it disappear when the time comes? ”

"No!" Shuk quickly replied: "This group is finished. It was the divine punishment of the God of Life Cult, and the leaf mark would follow them for the rest of their lives. And anyone who kills someone who is marked with a black leaf will not be considered malicious homicide. ”

Roland was quite surprised, the Silver Wing Guild and the Jialan Temple Guild seemed to be finished.

Then he asked, "What about the gold mines?" ”

"For the time being, it will be protected and managed by our Sect of Light, and it will be returned to the local city lord when the matter is over...... heirs. The local city lord's family is too pitiful, all the soldiers were killed, and he was also killed, if it weren't for his wife and children hiding in the secret passage and escaping for their lives, they might be wiped out by the Jialan Temple Guild. ”

Roland sighed, it turned out that he was still a little proud of his identity as a player.

But now that he saw the tragic situation in Winterwind City, and heard what happened to the city lord's family, he suddenly felt that the players didn't seem to be much better than the natives of this world.

If you see enough benefits, you will kill people and set fires, and do all kinds of evil.

This group of people is not eligible to play this game again!