Mark muttered, "In the previous 900 years, there was nothing wrong with that. ”

For the first time, there was a darkness in the fiery red eyes of the muse that did not match his usual enthusiasm: "If the world doesn't need music, then naturally there is no need for the goddess of music." ”

In a word, Mark's heart throbbed hard.

He was convinced—it wasn't that the muse didn't know that the war was coming, but that she was completely ruined.

It's just that the muse is still pretending, and he really uses beautiful music to distract himself. Her best friend, Barbara, the goddess of dance, is completely in a salted fish state and lacks enthusiasm for everything.

With a good choreographer, she will invest her time, but that restless and often anxious look can't even fool mortals.

He had searched through a number of extraordinary classics, and although most of the historical books were unknown, there was still a lot of evidence pointing to the twin goddesses, who seemed to have specially held up the eight gods of art, and even the [Blood Moon Baptism] was also advocated by them.

The eight gods of art are not really trusted guardian gods in the strict sense, and their neutrality is more based on the premise that the good gods such as the twin goddesses are crazy to suppress the evil gods. Otherwise, just relying on those few unreliable neutral gods, such as the God of Battle and the God of Death of the Rest Sect, the Eight Great Arts Gods would have been abolished by the Demon God and the Demon King.

After all, according to the theory of divine ascension, they have fragments of divine power, and even if they are incarnations, they will have one or two fragments. This is a very complementary thing for the Demon God General, and even the Demon God and the Demon King.

The powerful gods of both good and evil tacitly did not touch these famous and well-known guys, but they were at the bottom of the official gods, which is very unreasonable.

Instead, the twin goddesses singled out some outer gods and demigods.

Mark let the words linger in his throat for a few seconds before he finally spoke, "That's ...... Is it serious? ”

"You ......" Muse originally subconsciously wanted to refute Mark, saying that he was troublesome, but the demonic figure of Boutis, who was still standing guard at the port, broke into her memories, and her words changed to her mouth, she squinted her eyes and seemed to smile: "This time, it is too late for the twin goddesses to protect themselves, how can they have time to take care of our poor little gods." We were originally gods in mortal bodies, and we have enjoyed a thousand years of life and the respect of mortals, and we have long been satisfied......"

"Uh......"

"But—" With a long tail note from the Muse, her fiery red shadow turned into a string of scattered fiery red notes.

Yin Lian, Princess Marianne, and Miss Duke Yolanda, who were serving next to her, were immediately stunned - why did the female myth go back without finishing speaking?

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the muse suddenly appeared from the void again and crashed into Mark's arms in a posture of being held by a princess.

This scared Mark.

He almost instinctively kept the goddess incarnation that suddenly jumped out.

You must know that this set of fiery red dresses with a treble clef in front is quite little fabric, and the smooth back of the goddess is exposed to the air.

What no one expected was that the goddess had a pair of lotus arms and actually encircled Mark's neck.

One person, one god, just staring at each other less than ten centimeters away.

Mark was in a rare panic.

Wait a minute!

Isn't this a throw-off?

This is a goddess!

No matter how weak the goddess is, she is also one of the gods of the Orthodox Church!

Muse, what are you doing!?

Mark's body froze instantly.

Countless golden notes flew out of the muse, forming a golden sphere that blocked everything from the divine, spirit, and physical worlds.

Obviously, each other's movements at this moment are extremely ambiguous, but there is a rare seriousness in the beautiful face of the muse: "No god wants to sit back and watch his own destruction. Unfortunately, I searched for 997 years and couldn't find an answer. Maybe...... Will you be a new answer? ”

"I'm just a mortal......"

"Your 'friends' aren't!" After the Muse finished speaking, he stared at him quietly, with an attitude of 'I'll wait to hear your quibble'.

Mark was speechless. Then the big one Boutis is still standing guard in the harbor.

It didn't help him to keep a low profile.

"I'll admit, I'm good friends with them. But I don't have the same status as them, and I can't promise anything. Although Mark believes more in the powerful fellow from the Celestial Empire, he believes in his own power more.

"Alas!" The muse's eyes darkened, she turned her head and said in an ethereal tone, "You know what? How I wish that the outer god who could take me out of this cage was you, not your 'friend'. You are young and handsome, you have the strongest musical talent once in a thousand years, I don't deny my appreciation for you, if I have to choose a partner, it must be you. ”

"And then?" Mark asked rhetorically.

It will always turn out that the 'but' and the 'then' before are nonsense.

"I'm conflicted, I haven't figured it out yet." The muse tilted his head, revealing a contemplative expression, and then forced a smile again: "But among the eight gods of art, there are gods who will do anything to get a ticket to escape this world. With that, the muse disappeared into thin air in a ball of pulsating notes, leaving Mark alone on the couch in a daze.

What? Can gods be so worthless and feel like commodities in the market?

Sell the ferry ticket?

In other words, the amount of information is so large, as long as he is a weak chicken god, is he destined to hit the street? Don't struggle for a moment?

The more you know, the more you doubt.

Mark kept his hands folded in a position like this, stiffly watching the muse disappear from his arms.

When the illusory notes were gone, he saw two musical believers who seemed to have lost their sights.

Yin Lian is the most unacceptable, what did the supreme goddess in her eyes just do? Give Mark a hug?

After Marianne had survived the initial shock, she seemed to have something else in mind, and her aqua blue eyes were full of complicated meanings.

"Alas! There are complex reasons for this, you ...... Forget what you saw tonight. Mark waved his hand and told the two girls to step back.

They are bitter and helpless.

On either side is their nominal teacher, and the other is the goddess whom they have sworn to serve all their lives.

Originally, there could be no reciprocal relationship between a mortal and a god. Believers really can't think of this kind of thing, because even if they think of it, once they are peeped into their hearts by the gods and test their faith, this is an out-and-out blasphemy and a great sin of blasphemy, and the soul will go to purgatory.

There was no need for Mark to tell him this kind of thing, and he didn't dare to say anything about killing them.

Yin Lian left in despair, if she didn't do it, it would have a serious impact on her faith. Instead, Marianne looked like she was looking back in two steps, not knowing what she was thinking.

Mark didn't have the leisure to consider Marianne's feelings.

His mind was even more chaotic.

He has already been in sequence 6, and he thought that as long as he accumulated enough strength to find an unpopular priesthood with no existence to compete for, it was not impossible to mix a god.

Now it seems that his idea was too simple.

If you are a god, you don't necessarily have a good life.

It stands to reason that if he borrows the hands of his fellow villagers and interferes with this divine war, I dare not say that there is a great chance, at least it will greatly increase the chances of victory in the good camp where the twin goddesses are, and it should be able to suppress the great sin and the demon gods of the apocalypse.

He called for the ship of Butisla, and the Muse was in the know.

But why is it that even though a group of strong foreign aid is possible, Muse's thoughts are still so pessimistic?

Can't you continue to bet on the twin goddesses and overturn the evil gods?

Is there anything that binds those weak chicken gods?

Do you have to break free and escape from the 'cage'?

And what is a cage?

There are too many clues, too many tricks, and Mark's head is about to explode.

He didn't even notice Marianne coming and going, as if she had said something to him, and he casually said yes.

It wasn't until the melody of "Ode to Heroes" sounded that Mark noticed Marianne playing the violin in front of him.

This song can be said to be her famous song that stood out from the crowd of music believers and made her look down on by the muse. She also asked Mark, the master of Xibei goods, to 'axe' several times, and Mark always said that he wanted to avoid suspicion, because this is what kind of praise for heroes, this is completely a personality cult for him.

Mark felt uncomfortable listening to this song, as if he was socially dead, publicly executed or something.

Every time I hear it, the only thought is: this is too shameful!

He was distraught and wanted to interrupt Marianne as soon as he heard the tune, but as soon as he looked up and looked at it seriously, he was stupid.

Marianne's costume, ahem, I don't know if I should call it a costume.

She stood sideways at the moment, and could see a large area of smooth beauty that was not much inferior to the muse exposed to the air, and a mesmerizing halo glowed under the incandescent light of the room, which was not particularly bright.

Unlike the usual conservative and strict clothing, this performance costume, which is a bit like a ballet skirt, is an exaggerated deep V that extends to the navel. If it only exposes the skin, then the dress will only look vulgar, but from the neck to the navel, it is completely covered by a double layer of white veil, and the feeling is completely different.

Marianne's own snow-white and crystalline skin is good enough, and after being covered with white veil, there is a sense of holiness that is too pure to be dusty.

The glittering golden dress is paired with a pure white dress, and the combination of the snow-colored skin is simply complementary.

This pure desire, which is mixed with a sense of holiness, makes people feel that even a drop of water will tarnish and destroy this reverie beauty.

It's so pure that it's suffocating, and it's so sweet that people can enjoy it.

But in such a holy and pure beauty, there is also a sense of fanatical worship that overrides it.

The sound of the piano stopped at some point, and Marianne put the [Fairy in the Forest] in the most pious manner, and then leaned over step by step, step by step.

There was a fiery look in his eyes that was pure, as if he was being a martyr.

Mark...... Panic!

"Wait! Marianne, what are you doing here? ”