Several gods with similar attributes are grouped together, which is generally called "god system".

The muses, the eight gods of art, together are the [art gods].

Don't look at the fact that there are only five gods of the wind, in terms of combat power, any one of them can beat the four gods of art.

Because, the gods of the wind are also known as the Fauvists.

Most of the time, even if the ideas don't agree, the orthodox gods can't be guilty of hitting the five of them, after all, the Fauvist guys don't speak human words, but more importantly, they can fight, and they are stinky and hard.

The three goddesses are simply numb.

What if you say that you can be blessed by doing some unjust work? It's rare that the old lady has adjusted the lower limit of discipline, why are you Mark suddenly so serious?

Seeing that they were hesitating, Barbara, who was standing beside Mark, was anxious and hurriedly looked at her.

When the Muse saw this, he gritted his teeth and let go: "Everything is according to Mark's command."

The muse took the lead, and they had no room to retreat, maybe they would be kicked out in the next second.

The two of them followed suit.

"Good!" Mark clapped his palms: "For my own family, I will never let them die casually. If you say that it is a test, you will not be given a mortal game. If all goes well, it's just a fire-fighting operation."

Words such as "smooth", "chestnut in the fire", and the gods of the wind have already made the hearts of the three goddesses tremble. It's a pity that they don't have a choice, so they can only hope for Mark's temperament.

Mark continued, "I know that in the eyes of the other gods, your divine powers are of little use. It's different with me, and I need your complete cooperation......

With that, Mark deliberately threw the dice of fate in front of them, and threw the dice behind them between the cheeks of the two goddesses, Muse and Litchel.

He wanted to see if the dice of fate could be detected by them.

Answer, let Mark really surprise.

They can't see it!

Obviously, what is tied to the dice is the thread of their fate!

After the four goddesses took refuge in Mark, the god-level fate point in Mark's hand came to 6,000 points. Originally, there were only 1,000 for each goddess, but after collecting all the four goddesses, the system defaulted to Mark's control of the art god system and added 2,000 more to Mark.

This time he threw it, and Mark Hao threw 2,000 god-level fate points into it.

This is a new function given by the system, and the essence is to bet to see if you can bet on something god-level.

Oh! Praise be to fate! It's [18] points!

This time, maybe you can [Soul Joy]?

With the three unfamiliar goddesses, Mark is not sure of winning, 18 o'clock, a little exciting, but the difficulty is just right.

In front of the three goddesses, Mark did his homework.

Muse was a little dumbfounded, not expecting that she would also have a day when she was assigned a track. If it weren't for the elegance of the song, a classic for an ethereal voice, she would have thought Mark was singing in a bar.

It's about the same with Litchel, and Mark asks her to write a custom little essay.

Petten wanted to paint a picture of Mark's imagination......

After sending the three goddesses to work, all of Mark's men moved. Although, according to his own words, it is to go for a walk and pick up some "rags" to come back.

It's a pity that someone doesn't have a lot of pressure on his current situation, he said it lightly, and when Ren and Hank heard it, their nerves immediately tensed to the extreme.

What? What?

To dispatch all the goddesses and all the more than 500 angels under their command?

To dispatch all the main battleships and tugboats?

This, this, isn't this a divine war?

No matter how Mark "casually talks", saying that there is no big risk, and decompressing them, these guys can't listen to a word behind them.

A momentum that is ready to do a big job.

"My lord, what about the shipyard in the port of San Marino?" Old man Yin Wanov was a little nervous.

"Oh,

The shipyard here is still usable, and when I go back and pick up the garbage, I need the help of the Mechanics to make some changes."

Yin Wanov was entrusted by someone, and when he heard this, he immediately felt much more relieved: "My lord, the great craftsman Gunif is my fellow countryman, and he is also the host of the local Cult of the Mechanical. He asked...... Will our lord take him and his disciples under his command?"

Mark was stunned for a moment, Helena came up and whispered, and Mark suddenly understood.

At first, he pulled a few dreadnoughts over, and it was normal business practice for both parties. Mark gives the money, and the other party does the work. As the world changes, the relationship between the two sides has changed a bit.

Without the mark, the port of San Marino would probably be finished. As a master craftsman of the Cult of the Mechanicus, Gonif certainly has no worries about going anywhere. But he has a problem - he is very biased, and what he is best at is modifying ships.

Now both Bill and the Rite Empire are in a posture of giving up sea power. The only Storm Church that emphasizes sea power has its own lineage of master craftsmen, and he is also a miscellaneous worker.

Which great craftsman is not a high-minded and arrogant person?

It just so happens that Mark has the momentum of taking sea power, so who does Gonif work for is not a part-time job?

With Yovanov's mouth, the two sides quickly reached a PY deal, and Gonif switched to Mark.

For an expedition, there are many things to prepare.

Just as they were getting ready, Conrad rushed back with Vivien and the others.

It wasn't the first time Vivien had stepped on the deck of the Caribbean, but when she came again, she had a sense of being in a trance.

I don't know how many handsome men and women I saw along the way, ordinary people would only sigh that even the waiters' appearance here was ridiculously high, and the female judge with great spiritual sense saw the wings behind these handsome men and beauties at a glance.

Angel!

All angels!

Angels under the command of the goddess of art!

Without exception, these beautiful angels served as guards throughout the ship, and their figures would be placed in the same horizon as the four-armed minotaur god standing on the water not far from the bow of the ship, which was the standard dance of gods and demons.

The Caribbean corridor, which was originally full of artistic atmosphere, is now because there are a lot of god-level collections that have nowhere to be placed, and walking there is a sense of solemnity when walking there.

On the docks, a group of art priests are organizing an art selection competition.

The peaceful atmosphere here is incompatible with the chaos and chaos of the outside world, where evil spirits are rampant.

The only thing that eased Vivien's pressure was that when she entered the ship's main cabin area, the maids here were all Bolívar's noblewomen, and the guards were knights of the Destini family.

It's just that when I came to the living room, an invisible pressure came to my face.

Of course, there was Mark sitting on the main seat, and he looked no different. The pressure is coming from Mark's side......

It's, it's too dazzling.

The four goddesses are on the same stage, and they are actually centered on Mark.

No matter what they were discussing, it was inevitable that any mortal would have the thought that I could mix?