In a sense, it's an experiment.

In another person, Barbara was probably going to cry, and this time, as soon as Mark opened her mouth, Barbara's first thought was that her bad luck was transferred to the nobles of the Ice God Cult.

She was a little excited.

"As for us, continue to work overtime to supervise the transformation of the four dreadnoughts. I'm going to build a huge mobile fleet."

"Yes!" All his subordinates agreed in unison.

Mark resigned himself to his fate, after all, the territory on land had long been divided up by the old gods. No matter where he becomes the king of the mountain, he will inevitably provoke a counterattack from the local gods.

On the contrary, the sea between the Bill Empire and the Rite Empire is a theocratic vacuum. In the past, this was the territory of the Ice Goddess, and the Lord of the Storm would not come by default. Nowadays, the world has changed greatly, and it will not expand its territory at will.

Now the goddess of ice and snow is weakened and has no ability to declare ***.

Mark In this area, there are four deep-sea beasts in his hands, plus a demon god general, and they are completely sideways.

When necessary, he can also fight guerrillas, support or harvest everywhere.

The advantage is too great, there is no need for him to give up.

Mark, on his part, was calm after defeating the evil god Samikina. The mortals of the harbor didn't even know that an evil god had visited.

Samikina is worthy of the name "Death Knell".

As a representative of the ancient evil gods who hid after the defeat in the previous war, his attack stimulated quite a few demons.

Just an hour after the accident in the City of Art, something happened in Port Lucived, where Mark had been.

Communications in this era were far less developed than those of the Earth. Unless the oracle was issued directly by the gods, there was no real-time communication other than telegraphs. Even among the Orthodox churches, there is a lack of good real-time communication.

At this point in time, the port of Luchwid did not know that something had happened in the capital of art.

A group of Storm Children are bragging and farting in a warehouse in the port area.

In broad daylight, the local tavern is not open yet, and they don't have to run the boat, so they can only play cards in the warehouse area to kill time.

Suddenly, the Storm War Festival, who took the lead, realized that something was wrong.

For a moment, he thought he had drunk too much last night and had a hangover.

When he came back to his senses, he was shocked to see that the walls of the warehouse had changed from a tin house to an irregular brown cave wall.

The walls of the hard cavern are covered with barnacles one after another, and at first glance they look like beehives.

In each barnacle hole of the "hive", something resembling octopus tentacles popped out like lightning, entangled more than a dozen children of the storm at once.

"Ah! What the hell?"

"Enemy attack!"

"Demons—"

The reaction of these sea warriors who believed in the Lord of the Storm was not unpleasant, and almost at the moment when the vision was born, at least thirty bolts of lightning purple light were pulled out from this thousand-square-meter warehouse.

The twisted razer erupted with terrifying heat and destructive force in the small space, nearly sweeping the barnacles off the walls.

At this moment, a large number of barnacles also appeared under their feet, and many barnacles even pierced the soles of their shoes and pierced deep into the soles of their feet.

The slightest pain would not have been taken to the hearts of the Storm Child, but they panicked when they immediately noticed that barnacles began to grow in every part of their knees, elbows, shoulders, and even knuckles, piercing their flesh and coming out of their bodies.

"O Great Storm Lord! Bless your believers!" The Storm War Sacrifice was the most ruthless, and he directly hit himself with a lightning strike.

As a master of playing with thunder and lightning, he would definitely not be killed by thunder, but the barnacles were finished, and they turned to ashes on the spot, but the pain of the electric shock also spread throughout his body with the disappearance of the barnacles.

However, something even stranger was yet to come, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his jaw.

At the last moment of his life, he saw a hideous lobster emerging from his Adam's apple......

The death of the Storm War Sacrifice symbolizes this

Harbor Storm and the total destruction of the Church's power. Five minutes later, when the warehouse door opened, a group of demonic Storm Child mutants went mad at the innocent dockers.

Constant killing, constant erosion.

Evil forces burrowed into each corpse and turned the newly dead victims into zombie-like things, the only difference being that the zombies seemed to have been in the sea for a long time, and their bodies were full of sea creatures, or hermit crabs, or other messy things.

In less than two hours, the entire port of Lucived fell, and less than two hundred people escaped.

On this day, more than 30 ports or towns in the territory of the Rite Empire were attacked by demons. There are still reports of this, but there are still many towns that have not been reported, but in fact all the soldiers and civilians in the city have been killed.

That night, the capital of art.

The remnants of the Dancing Church, led by a high-ranking priest, set sail on an arriving medium-sized freighter. They will join the Caribbean, where the Goddess of Dance is located.

The remaining three goddesses of art gathered in the Great Sanctuary of Music to discuss countermeasures.

Pei Ting: "Any good news?"

Litchel shook his head, "I asked the goddess of agriculture, and she made it clear that she refused to join this dispute and would not give us refuge."

Although the goddess of agriculture is the object of worship of all peasants, she is not a god who is a god in human form, she is a daughter of the goddess Mother Earth. And the Mother Earth Goddess is an elemental deity.

Elemental beings have always had a transcendent view of mortals. You mortals can believe in me, but I don't bird you, it has nothing to do with you.

The four elemental gods of earth, water, fire, and wind are still very powerful, but they are absolutely neutral in the true sense. Unless they encounter the destruction of the world, they are unlikely to intervene.

Unable to get to this pier, the other two goddesses were obviously a little disappointed.

The Muse spoke, "I have sought the goddess of wealth, and she ...... She also seems to be looking for a backer. And then he gave us a [negative expectation] evaluation."

Pertee and Litchel were speechless.

After a while, Pei Ting continued to ask, "Where's Gad?"

"That guy was badly wounded, and Samikina hit him hard with the first blow." With displeasure written in capital letters on his face, the muse almost gave the word "waste" to Gad.

And what about the god of guardianship?

Guarding a loneliness!

Pei Ting asked a few possible gods in a row, and all she got was negative feedback.

Litcel angrily slapped the tome in his hand on the table, "Did you really treat us as outcasts?"

The Muse hesitated, "I'll ask Barbara."

Strangely, it took a while for Barbara to connect to her divine power.

In the sea of consciousness, Barbara's face was a little red, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans were dripping.

"Uh, Barbara, what are you doing?"

"I, I'm doing soft gymnastics." Barbara gasped.

Muse caught a glimpse of the sheets beneath her, covered in sweat and wrinkles.