Mark fishing aboard the Caribbean.

It's common sense that sea fishing is easy to produce big fish!

Mark fished in the sea this time, and caught a beautiful big fish that was less than 100 catties.

Being able to catch such a beautiful fish is definitely a guide of fate.

I have to admit that this fish is really quite tossing, twisting left and right like dancing, and it feels like his 40-caliber fishing rod is almost about to break.

This is not to blame him, he fished a lot in the small pond, the first time he fished in the sea, he was indeed a little careless, and he was actually walking the fish insufficiently, and the fish was still very energetic and wanted to copy the fish ashore.

In general, even if the fish is tired of walking and is pulled to the shore, it will struggle, so walk the fish patiently.

Pay attention to the angle of the rod when copying fish; Some people like to fly fish ashore, flying fish into the protection, to tell the truth "no steel diamond don't do that porcelain work", how about their own pole, what hardness, how much weight to fish, how tough, at least you should know in your own heart, take a 5h pole to play flying, can fly up that is lucky, play flying at least more than 6h.

Mark relied on the hardness of his fishing rod to reach 10H, and it was hard at the beginning.

In fact, in about five minutes, he got the fish out of the water, and tried to forcibly copy it, but failed many times.

The first time he walked this god-level big fish, Mark's method was wrong and he lacked experience, so he was almost eaten by the big fish.

Fortunately, he adjusted his strategy in time, first covering the big fish with a net made of red rope, tying it like a turtle's shell, and then repeatedly exerting its energy. After 40 minutes of walking the fish, he saw that the fish's eyes were misty and his mouth kept opening and closing, so he launched a final continuous attack and copied the fish ashore in one fell swoop.

Seeing the beautiful fish lying on the two-meter-wide chopping board, looking like he was tossing and turning, he felt so proud in his heart.

"Hahahaha! Fishing is never an air force!" Mark yelled proudly.

If you catch such a god-level fish, you must put it in your own pool, and then let the Caribbean go around the world and show it in reincarnation.

Otherwise, how can it be worthy of his toil and waiting?

Anyway, Mark was satisfied.

In order to experience the thrill of fishing repeatedly, the hateful Mark put this hundred-pound fish in that pool and actually caught it again.

At dinner, Mark was smiling and eating everything deliciously.

It was Marianne and the other women next to him who had a little grievance.

Alas, the world is like this, a man goes out fishing, and a fishing is three hours, who is not angry!

However, in the face of fishing elders, once this kind of god-level big fish is missed, it is a matter of regret for a lifetime, and they dare not touch Mark's moldy head.

After the meal, when Mark put his arm around them and said that he would compensate them, the women's faces were a little better.

After dinner, Mark had a small meeting for the first time in a long time, and in addition to Barbara, there were also Helena, Rosalyn, Marianne, Conrad, Wren, Hans and other backbones.

"The following is the top secret ...... of the divine realm" With this as the opening line, Mark tells Barbara's outrageous path to becoming a god.

This kind of secret of the divine realm, everyone was stunned when they heard it, and their hearts were shocked, and they inevitably gave birth to a kind of "Is this a secret that I can hear?" illusions.

This kind of truth can be described as the difference between heaven and earth compared with the propaganda slogans of the major churches that have spared no effort to proclaim how their gods are glorious and upright, what has destroyed many evil spirits, and what has moved the laws of heaven and earth with true art.

In the past, this kind of talk could not be mentioned, and it was a proper blasphemy.

Oh, that big wavy girl sitting next to Mark is the goddess of dance?

That's fine.

After Mark finished speaking, after mobilizing the thinking ability of all the backbones, he crossed his fingers and clenched his fists against his chin: "Tell me your opinion."

Rosalyn was the first to raise her hand, boldly: "This operation is like ...... Make up the numbers."

"Go on."

After glancing at Goddess Barbara, who was slightly embarrassed but didn't react much, Rosalyn carefully chose the wording: "I know there is

Some aristocrats like to leave their own businesses that are not suitable for direct control to be taken care of by some simple-minded men."

Speaking of which, several people understood.

There are always some elders who like to push some silly and sweet girls out of the front desk, and if something happens, they will sacrifice the girls to the sky.

It's just that I didn't expect that the divine realm would also play this set.

"It's a bureau." Mark qualitated it.

Goddess Barbara's facial muscles twitched subtly, "At least, I have lived nine hundred years more and enjoyed the honor of mortals for thousands of years."

In this world, except for the belief in certain fixed gods, the lifespan of the extraordinary is not much different from that of mortals.

"How many of you are like that?" Mark asked.

"Hmm."

Behind every gift of fate is a price code.

There is no suspense, the strongest gods in this bureau are definitely those who know, and they will not reveal the true content of [Judgment Day] at will.

Barbara also knows that it's probably time to pay the bills.

She approached Mark and tried to get out of trouble with the power of the gods, which was in a sense a debt.

"Is there any explanation of what the price you have to pay for becoming gods?"

Barbara shook her head.

Mark stopped talking, his index finger tapping lightly on the tabletop, his eyes wandering over the faces of his men.

Then Helena spoke, "Could it be that their presence is enough?"

"Huh?"

"It's like some kind of tool, or catalyst in a chemical reaction, it doesn't have to be used, but with it, it can be done."

Mark nodded in agreement with Helena's inference, and instead said to Barbara, "You're the weakest of the weak gods, aren't you?"

"Yes......" The dancing goddess blushed.

"I have read many texts in order to ascend to the extraordinary sequence of the god of knowledge. I found that only a few churches, such as the Wheel *** and the Sabbatical Church, have left behind descriptions of the great achievements of their Lord God thousands of years ago. Most of the church's canon dates back to the last millennial war. In other words, most of the gods now are new gods that are no more than a thousand years old."

Mark said this, and the hearts of all those present thumped.

He continued, "I have a guess that if the Divine War is a ritual that must be held, will there be a rule such as 'How many gods of different levels must be sacrificed in the Divine War once every thousand years?'"

Mark's voice fell, and everyone present, whether it was a god or a mortal, shuddered at the same time.

The object of the sacrifice is not necessarily a specific god, but there must be so many gods to be sacrificed.

Isn't it very reasonable that the gods of art, as the weakest gods with the most powerful powers, were killed by the evil gods of chaos?

On the other hand, if you can't even get together the number of weak chickens, the festival will ask for so many kills. Then don't think about the ceremony being successful.

Well, that's spooky just to think about.

What a blasphemy!?