An illusory plague mist stood in the air a hundred meters of the coastline on the west side of the island, and a pair of swaying yellow-green eyes appeared in the mist.

It is the Plague Demon God General - Gordon.

Until this moment, it hid its essence well, staring at the sea in front of it in disbelief.

Two 50-meter-high waterspouts hovered meekly beside the white cruise ship in the far distance, like decorative columns.

Such a huge movement of water did not cause any big waves on the side of the boat.

The sea responded to the call of Mark Destini and meekly surrendered at his feet.

And beneath the surface of the water, it's impossible to detect what's hidden.

Is it a terrible undercurrent that swallows everything? Or a mighty beast of the deep?

Gordon didn't know, after all, that wasn't his area of expertise.

There is often a limit to the horror of what is known, and the horror that can be infinite.

The other party clearly wants to make trouble!

But this Mark is not an ordinary person, from the bottomless abyss to hell, his murderous name echoes in every corner.

The subordinates of the Seven Great Demon Kings and the Four Great Demon Gods, there is no one he has never killed and dared not do it.

Recently, with the support of a group of mysterious gods, he robbed and plundered the war demon god general Bottis, oh, the cargo is still pulling the boat in front of him, that's fine.

Mark is not in the orderly and good camp, but he can be called the first person to punish evil.

With such a character, how do you make Gordon not be afraid?

Change the boss, maybe Gordon will be reckless. Helplessly, the plague demon god is the least like to fight head-on among all the evil gods, and her old man's favorite thing to do is to find other people's lair, quietly spread the plague, and even put an end to other people's nests in one fell swoop.

Today's Rinse Island has corroded the underlying rock and soil of the entire island, leaving the five gods of nature who live on this land with nowhere to escape.

But why...... But this damn Mark ran out again?

"Mark Destini! Are you determined to fight against our bottomless abyss!?" Gordon would pull the tiger skin as a banner, and the fierce voice was accompanied by the ridiculously evil spiritual power, and even the muse standing at the front couldn't help but tremble.

The muse almost stopped singing.

Mark's left hand rests on Muse's shoulder, which represents encouragement.

The Muse felt a majestic mysterious power spread through her divine body, and suddenly, she had the courage again: they talk about theirs, I sing mine!

She continued to sing in a calm voice that was not high, seducing the mighty forest people.

It's funny, her singing voice at this moment, there is a feeling of being reduced to background BGM.

Mark pouted at Gordon from afar, "Don't pretend here!" You are just a demon god general, and you can't even represent the plague demon god, and you are embarrassed to pull the entire bottomless abyss!?"

Gordon shrunk its theoretical neck, it was not weak, anyway, just cheat, if it didn't work, it didn't lose.

"And what is your current behavior?"

"Nothing? It's just that I have nothing to do, wandering around with a few goddesses, and suddenly I find some good materials that can be used to build ships, and I am happy to see the hunt." Mark said as Barbara beside him walked up to him with a very face-saving face, and the bird leaned against Mark, letting Mark use his withdrawn left hand to caress her flexible waist.

In fact, neither side believes a single punctuation mark of what the two sides say.

The hell doesn't know that you humans don't use wooden boats for a long time.

This is clearly ......

Come and deceive! Come and grab it! Come sneak attack!

The Plague Demon God's target is not only the five gods of nature? Those Ancient Tree Elders under the Dryad God were also the targets of the Plague Demon God. Their strength is no less than that of the Great Church from God.

Once the corrosion is successful, it will be the strongest striker of the Plague Demon God to set foot in the Overworld.

Mark suddenly intervened and wanted to snatch these ancient tree elders, and Gordon was going crazy. It can't imagine it, and it can't fulfill the Lord's entrustment

task, how brutally it will be handled.

"Humph! I don't care! As long as you dare to set foot on the Wind Island, you will follow in the footsteps of the tree gods! I will see how confident you are to resist the corrosive power that our Lord has been hoarding for five hundred years!" In the vast plague mist that lurked in Gordon, a pillar of turbid yellow light erupted, drawing a clear dividing line between the sea and the island's beach.

This boundary is rigidly aimed at Mark, and the divine power fluctuations of him and several goddesses on the ship have been locked, and as long as they dare to step into the island of Rindon, they will receive the most terrible "gift"!

Gordon did everything it could, but unexpectedly, the other party still calculated all its reactions.

"Go according to the plan." The corners of Mark's mouth furled.

On the bow deck of the ship, Pei Ting, the goddess of painting hiding in the frame, stretched out a slender arm from the painting, waved the brush, and suddenly painted the world with such a beautiful oil paint - the divine power oil paint like a rainbow suddenly swung away, and the sea in front of her meekly accepted her color, and the whole sea became a huge canvas.

Green waters and green mountains, flowers.

All of them are tempting the most primitive impulses in the hearts of those tree people.

Even they knew in their hearts that there was no verdant earth in front of them.

These gods and humans of unknown origin in front of us may be like the beginning of the Age of Discovery, hundreds of years ago, when the towering oak trees were cut down, chopped and chopped up, and made into wooden boats...... But they are so painful!

Their feet are rotting dirt, and even if they don't move, it's like they're stepping on a pool of strong acid.

It may not be heaven on one side, but it is definitely hell underneath.

How to choose?

At this moment, Litchel, the goddess of literature, stepped forward, picked up the manuscript in her hand, and read it aloud.

"We have no intention of destroying! But if you are effective, I will take away the seeds of the forest for you, and when the spring flowers bloom, I will open up a new forest......" The goddess of literature will tell a beautiful vision.

Singing stimulates the hearing.

Drawings can stimulate the vision.

Words can evoke the imagination.

The three goddesses of art did not necessarily have this kind of demagogy, and when Mark smashed more than five million fate points into it, the three goddesses set off a little small, but enough to produce enough temptation.

Even if human beings and the gods of nature have had an essential contradiction for a long time, compared to the complete destruction of the minions of the demon gods and the incarnation of monsters and demons, it seems that Mark's side is a little more presentable!

"Whew—"

The Dryad made her decision, and a long-sounding whistling echoed throughout the Isle of Wind.

"Uhhh They endured the corrosive ground beneath their feet, and walked towards the sea with broad steps.