The dark black horns are faintly carved with the lines and traces of time, and the blood-stained mane and the black-haired nose look no different from an old bull.

The eyelids were closed tightly and the hair was vigorous, but just below the neck, they suddenly turned into a human body.

The neck and the bull's head seem to have been stitched together, and black-purple silk threads are faintly visible on it. Charles unconsciously thought of the stitching monsters of the Overworld.

Relatively speaking, however, the Stitch Monster was not as special as this cow is now.

A simple minotaur is naturally nothing to care about, but if you change to a minotaur possessed by a god, then it will be very interesting.

Leaving aside the gods of the Overworld, the gods Charles encountered were completely different from the omnipotent, groundbreaking gods he had originally thought. Aside from some special abilities, they're just powerful creatures.

Right now, it's one.

Although it may not have been born for less than a thousand years, it will still inevitably be slaughtered.

……

This was a room on the second floor of the Witch Academy, and the Minotaur was lying quietly on the floor of the room, and after a few glances, Charles reached out his left hand and gently touched the Minotaur's forehead.

The invisible and unique power is born from the fingers, and the effect is strong on the bull's head, or the hidden alternative existence in the minotaur's body.

I saw that on the rough cheeks of this bull's head, a hazy trance was born, as if a second face had faintly appeared.

The traces of the second face became more and more obvious as Charles kept touching his fingers, but it seemed that Odin's methods were very strange, and even if he was about to be expelled from his body, he showed no signs of awakening.

What ended up in Charles' hands was a silver-bordered card depicting a translucent minotaur.

【Sleeping Roya】

……

[Formed by the convergence of human beliefs, born at least 2,000 years]

……

[It is one of the highest deities worshipped in voodoo]

……

What to do with him.

Looking down at the card, Charles thought.

In fact, if it is possible, he has the idea of killing this kind of local god to see what he can gain, but if you think about it carefully, this kind of soul nature existence, killing it is estimated that it is only some knowledge-type things, and it is not necessarily useful.

"Besides, I don't seem to have any way to directly erase a special soul...... With purification? ”

Thinking of this, he really experimented, but unfortunately, the card with the gods didn't react much, which proved that the things in it didn't belong to the real dark category.

After thinking for a moment, Charles raised his right hand, and a large black and white tome appeared.

Flipping through the book, the pages of monster records dazzled Charles. It's just that every page shows that it is hatching.

"How long has it been since the last hatching?"

He didn't remember much, but when he thought about it, it didn't seem to be a few days.

Charles was unimpressed. For this hatching speed, he is not so urgent.

After turning the book to a blank page, he placed the card in his hand on it, and saw that the card seemed to melt into the page, and lines of text appeared on the page.

The nature of the Book of Roots meant that the Charr could use whatever was hatched for his own use, so he had little to hesitate about even if it was a deity that the faith gathered.

It's just that when he saw this text and the pattern surrounded by it, he was a little stunned.

It wasn't the image of the god Loya in the card, but a black horse wrapped in flames.

And the following transcript also has nothing to do with voodoo -

Dothrakma God

Skilled in killing and dying, the source of faith among the Dothraki people

Theocratic Scope: Sea of Dothrak

Abilities: Unknown.

It depends on the number of beliefs

Have 983701 name of believer.

Incubating.

……

What's going on?

Charles frowned, originally thinking that the fusion gods would give birth to new gods in another world, but now it seems that the Book of Roots does not treat this kind of god at all.

Why this shift took place is not clear to Shire.

But it's not very important, he just wants a thug. It doesn't matter what form the thug is.

Looking at the line of words that were hatching, Charles closed the book.

It then dissipated spontaneously.

"In the future, if there is such a god, I will directly integrate all of them into the Book of Roots, but I will see what will appear."

Thinking so, he looked at the minotaur lying beside him with a slightly heaving chest, and he didn't do anything else. Instead, he got up and walked out the door.

Although the pagan gods seemed to be in good shape, the charr was still sure to deal with them - because he had a lot of souls in store.

However, for the next plan, Charles still needs to do a lot of things and experiments, such as whether the Shadow Rope can trap teleportation, such as how strong the trap is.

All of this requires Casidio's help.

……

In New Orleans, in an abandoned repair shop on the outskirts of New Orleans, a group of people are hiding behind rippling water.

From the outside, it was an empty, quiet wasteland, and there was no special magic or the gods behind it, even though they were noisy now.

"Damn Zeus, if it weren't for your betrayal, how would we have been played like this?"

Sitting on a chair, Odin in white hair looked at the middle-aged black suit not far away with disgust on his face.

"You are always like this, in the words of the East, there is not enough success, and there is more than failure!"

"Each other, each other." The middle-aged man in a black suit, who was also sitting on a chair, hugged his chest, and fought back in a crepe but not like that: "This is called gathering like things, and gods gathering in groups." ”

"Why didn't you send someone to watch us before you betrayed us?"

"Then why didn't you take this into account when you teamed up to calculate me?"

"I ......"

"You ......"

……

Baldell watched all this quietly, his face helpless.

As the god of light of the Nordic faction, of course he is on the side of Odin's father, but he is not so satisfied with the fact that he is still mixed up with Zeus and Zeus.

Of course, what is even more dissatisfied is that Odin did not ask the other gods for their opinions at all, and made the decision on his own.

This other god was not referring to those of them, but to the Hindu goddess Kali, one of the three chiefs.

Turning his head to look at the brown-skinned beautiful woman beside him, he found that she was also looking at him, so Baldell hid his dissatisfaction and smiled gently: "Kali, do you want to rest for a while, I will call you if there is something." ”

Kali pursed her lips, and looked at Baldell with a gaze that seemed to be full of love.

But in reality it was just nonsense - the gods didn't need to sleep at all.

……

At this moment, an hour after the loot was stolen, the gods did not honestly wait for tomorrow, but ran straight here.

No one was stupid, and they could easily guess that since the thief would have such an arrangement, he would definitely set a trap or something here.

So instead of going to the appointment tomorrow, it's better to squat here now, and when you find out that someone is coming, you can do it directly.

These special species, who have lived for thousands of years, have no idea of following the rules of others.

Unfortunately, however, when the afterglow of the night had fallen, the morning light had bloomed, and the light had dispelled the darkness, the one they had been waiting for did not appear.

The gods gradually sensed that something was wrong. It's just that out of the unwillingness of their hearts, they did not leave, but chose to continue to wait.

So early morning, morning, noon, afternoon. The sun rises in the east, streaks across the sky, and sets again in the west until the sunset reappears.

"Damn, we've been tricked!"

Bardell heard Zeus's angry roar in his ears, which gave him an inexplicable sense of pleasure.

But the lover next to him was also trembling and very angry, and it didn't feel so good.

"Don't worry, Jiali, I will definitely catch that thief to relieve your anger!"

He said so surely, and was about to hold her to comfort her, when the noisy voices of his fellow citizens suddenly fell silent.

This made his heart tighten, and then he found that at the door of the repair shop, a note appeared quietly at some point, and was slowly drifting down.

Relying on his vision as a god, Baldell could clearly see a passage written on it—

Waverly Hill Sanatorium, see you and leave it.