The worship of "mother" is the universal existence of many civilizations, many of which motherize and personify the concepts of the world and the earth, which also derives the worship of the mother goddess of the earth in a pan-pluralistic civilization.

To put it simply, civilization has a mother, and even if there is none, they will recognize one, and everyone wants to have a mother. (Sigmund Freud: I really didn't say that this time)

In the pan-multiverse, shouting the mother goddess, God knows how many gods will feel like calling themselves, not to mention those believers who just call their gods "Mom" and "Dad".

The "names" and "titles" of the gods have specific meanings, and false statements can be easily debunked.

In most cases, the followers of these gods refer to the gods themselves by such pronouns as "Mother God", "Great XX", "Mother of Loving Spirits", etc.

Lu Ping'an uses the mother goddess as the title, as long as he doesn't use the precise title of "Mother Tree of Life", he is not worried that it will remind him of Chrissy herself After all, there are too many "mother goddesses" in the multiverse.

You have made an extremely stupid choice, you have completed your own 'blood feast' with a large number of lower life as sacrifices, however, you are not a stable high-dimensional life in yourself, and there are too many life currencies that you simply cannot digest."

The "Mother Goddess" started her "teaching" with a reprimand, and she directly pointed out that Zhao Yan's short-sightedness and greed brought extremely bad consequences and hidden dangers.

In the transcendent world, "name" always has a meaning, and the name of the Blood Feast speaks of their instinct to put other beings on the table.

However, in the living system, blood is the currency of the soul, and absorbing a large amount of "blood food" at will will naturally bring many problems.

In the life system, although "gathering sand into a tower" is a shortcut, it is also the method with the most troubles.

If you are the tallest, most solid tower, the main axis of countless polymers, you will always be able to maintain your "control".

She casually said a few secret techniques, classics, and examples of practical operations, and Zhao Yan knew that she had met a master in the same way.

Immediately, the "righteous sons" became more filial. And Lu Ping'an always looked at everything in front of him and didn't say a word, but Zhao Yan didn't dare to despise him.

After all, the "spiritualization" talent is too easy to use, as long as there is a big guy behind it, the lowest grade is the "ultimate weapon" of a church.

If that person still has a little strength and brains, it's only a matter of time before he easily mixes into a regional bishop. Any opponent who tries to attack that diocese must consider the consequences of the incarnation of the gods personally going down to earth to beat people.

He is the agent of this quasi-god in this area, and he must be careful to deal with it."

At this time, Zhao Yan restrained all his arrogance and regarded Mr. An Nan as an equal or even superior existence to him.

The agent of the gods, or the godly pope with a spiritual physique, may not be able to defeat him, and this is not counting the power he has in his local area.

As a result, Zhao Yan's attitude was better.

"Mother, I don't know what you command, I, Zhao Yan, will do my best, and I will definitely do it for you!"

He vaguely understood everything, it might be the quasi-god and the cultist in front of him, and he crashed into it.

Evil gods and quasi-gods have never been great good people, she took the initiative to find herself, naturally she has a purpose.

But as long as you can remove your own hidden dangers. At this time, Zhao Yan was already planning to give everything in exchange for this opportunity.

"You? You are too weak, it is meaningless, but An Nan said that he saw a talent and introduced you to me. Oh, solve your own problems first, and then you are qualified to serve me. ”

The arrogance of the quasi-god was unmistakable, but Zhao Yan could only try to suppress his ecstasy.

In this way, you can get the benefits first, and then how you say it is your own business.

"I will definitely remember this kindness! Your will is my command! ”

"Oh, remember your words"

He remembered that there was no progress bar that Lu Ping'an didn't know, but was going crazy, so that Lu Ping'an was sure that Zhao Yan probably felt that he had made a lot of money.

Prostitute the knowledge and experience of a deity? Hehe, I guess I'm still doing the benefits in hand, if there is really a fatal task, just turn around and disappear.

The things of white prostitution are always the sweetest, Zhao Yan listened attentively to the suggestions and experiences of the big cat, and became more and more excited and grateful to Lu Ping'an on the side, and he was also very happy.

He was also an eye-opener. The lower limit of life, especially the life system on the side of the evil god, is low enough, and many "methods" completely challenge the limits of imagination and morality.

However, most of the methods taught by Big Cat are probably unusable by Zhao Yan now.

It's not that the big cat is cheating him, but that the simple life system needs "materials", and in this overly orderly environment, the accidental disappearance of a homeless man may arouse the vigilance of the sheriff, and to make up for a rule-level defect, the "materials" needed are not one or two.

But when Lu Ping'an left with Zhao Yan, he was already a "Brother Annan", Lu Ping'an had to work very hard not to laugh on the spot.

So, he left with his "younger brother", and gave him a sum of money to let him live in a hotel well, and at this critical point in time, he would cause less trouble.

Hearing Lu Ping'an say this, Zhao Yan looked clear and hurriedly agreed, he was sure that Mr. An Nan in front of him was going to do something big.

But in fact, Lu Ping'an just needs to weave the net and tie it tighter and tighter, and he needs the unlucky guy in front of him to fall deeper and deeper.

"Okay, good, let's get rich together and make our career bigger together."

In Zhao Yan's eyes, it is the high-level of the cult, who has unknowingly controlled the city and flaunted his achievements.

The previous disharmony, those things that vaguely felt wrong, seem to have been answered. This big guy who can communicate directly with the quasi-god is strange if he doesn't have some secret means.

At this time, Lu Ping'an also began his own "harvesting procedure".

"Is this thing for sale?"

Lu Ping'an pointed to a giant stone statue at the top of a city wall.

It leans directly against the edge of the huge gate of the city wall, like a part of a mountain.

Lu Ping'an originally thought it was just a decoration, but later got acquainted with the local sheriff and learned that this was the city's "war machine".

When necessary, this stone statue, which is taller than the city walls, can be transformed into a war golem. Considering the strength of the local golems, this thing should be pretty scary.

This is clearly a weapon of war in the region, used to deal with special circumstances.

I'm going to make a big slide with this as the theme, don't you think it will be fun to slide down from such a tall stone statue?"

Interesting? War machine as an ornament?

"Besides, if you put such a big thing on my manor and hang up the signboard, I'm afraid the whole city will see my museum."

Even though he has become a big man in the city, he is still obsessed with the original intention of "museum", and it seems that he has not changed at all.

Sell a country's heavy army as scrap metal and open a theme park for people? This sounds like a ridiculous idea, but even in this extremely peaceful world, it seems extremely absurd.

It's just that

"Wow, that's a big sign."

But he really became.

Mr. Anan once again showed what it means to have hands and eyes to the sky.

The "War Statue", which was supposed to have more than three hundred years of service, was supposed to have more than three hundred years of service, and directly declared that it was "seriously wounded and incurable", and then applied for the creation of a new one. According to the process, it may be obtained in about 70 years.

And all of this is naturally in the news. As Mr. Annan's new theme park, the "water army soft advertisement"!

"Sure enough, this is Mr. Annan."

"Does he like museums so much, there's no need to be famous with strange things, who doesn't know this city, who is more or less favored by him?"

And all this, in front of the eyes of other citizens, is so taken for granted.

The only one who felt surprised or even frightened was the "extremely evil man" Zhao Yan.

"What the hell is he trying to do? What's going to happen in this city?! ”

And Zhao Yan, who knew that Mr. An Nan was a cultist, was a little uneasy and hesitant when he saw that the mountain-high war machine had turned into a ridiculous slide base.

He, a thug, was worried about the future of the city.

It's not that he was kind enough to change sex, but that he was worried that he would be dragged into the water by his new mother and carried the pot.

But at this time, what can he say if he asks for the other party.

"Hopefully, don't go too far, don't destroy the city."

Ironically, the former city slaughterer was praying for all the safety of the city in a foreign land.

(End of chapter)