A gray-robed man was a little unwilling: "We haven't even figured out the general identity of the intruder. I don't even know if the other party is affiliated with the outer gods. And there, there, it's so important! ”

"Give it up! Since it involves this level of existence, it is not something we can deal with. Report it to the Almighty God of Reincarnation. ”

"Yes......" The gray-robed man pressed the unwillingness in his heart.

Mark hurriedly tried to contact the fellow, and he succeeded.

[Brother Meimumu, thank you. 】

[It's okay, when I borrowed your things, I took into account the other party's possible countermeasures, unless the other party's level is much higher than mine, otherwise they will most likely find a space that was cut by me independently, belonging to a demon under the eye, and find a pure collection of resentment. Seriously, even I don't want to clean up that bastard. 】

[Is this okay?] 】

[It's fine. 】

Gan! I thought that the trouble I played by myself was outrageous enough.

My brother is the real old coin, and he is playing the plus version of the trouble!

When Mark was still embarrassed, he was surprised to find that all the glass mirrors in front of him had burst together.

"Ping Pong!"

Unusually crisp sound.

The exploding spatial fragment dissolved on its own in mid-air. This represents the complete abandonment of Samsara surveillance here.

"Huh?"

When the glass prism in the middle of the hall disappeared, revealing its true face, Mark was stunned.

It took him a lot of effort to make out what the thing was floating in the middle of the hall.

It was a cluster of things that resembled human guts.

It's like a human being stripped of skin, bones, flesh, and nerves, and that's left with a cluster of things that resemble internal organs.

It's just that every high-purity divine power transmitted from childhood to adulthood tells Mark that this is not a real internal organc, but some kind of energy supply system.

The system also recognized Mark's judgment and gave a mark: [xxxx altar in xxx world]!

"To sacrifice the altars of certain beings to keep the world running?"

With the next breath, Mark's face darkened, and he suddenly realized what the sacrifice was.

On the cubic black jade altars, there are lifelike figures.

If it is said that the muse on the lower altar is still short, Mark is not too familiar with it, but he is too familiar with Barbara next to the muse.

The details of Barbara's body that are not enough to tell outsiders are not at all known by statues or peeps.

There is no doubt that this is one of her core clones that has never been recovered.

Even this existence is unknown to her.

Mark raised his forehead and said to himself in his heart: Sure enough, there are many secrets in this strange world that I don't know.

If she doesn't do anything, it will be to subject her to the religion of reincarnation.

There is no way Mark can leave this huge flaw.

As soon as he wanted to do something, the system prompt came: [May I ask if the host injects god-level fate points to modify the target god on the altar?] 】

【Yes!】 】

[Excuse me, why does the host want to replace it?] 】

[If you don't replace it, just remove the goddess Barbara, can't you?] 】

[The possibility of the collapse of the world's energy supply system has been detected, and is the host willing to take this risk?] 】

Mark:????

How could this world be sustained by sacrificing to the gods? What is the purpose of the gods of mortals? For the so-called promotion, and then while enjoying the admiration of the people for thousands of years, while unknowingly being a large consumable!?

Although Mark instinctively felt that this was not necessarily the truth of this world, he could not deny that a chaotic and bloody feeling came over his face, which made him faintly want to gag.

Replace!

Must be replaced!

As soon as Mark's mind moved, the system immediately issued a prompt for the next step: [May I ask which native god does the host want to replace?] Note that its function must be higher than that of Barbara, the goddess of dance, and the host must have sufficient knowledge of it. 】

Mark blinked, examined his system records, and replied, "Samikina! 】

As his words fell, the small world resounded.

The strange ringing is very complicated, one second it is like a bell in the deep mountains and old forests, and the next second it is like a steamship whistle close to the ear, very noisy.

An invincible force of resistance came from the altar, and for a moment, Mark almost thought that this force was going to backlash back, crossing space and crushing him to death in the Overworld.

Fortunately, at the critical moment, the dice of fate made a judgment on this behavior.

[Detected the fate reversal made by Samikina, Samikina needs to pass a judgment with a difficulty factor of 12, Samikina makes a fate throw, and the throw result is 13...... ......】

Seeing this, Mark was anxious and scolded: "Pass your sister!" Not allowed to pass. ”

Almost at the same time as the words fell, Mark himself seemed to have been hit hard by a sledgehammer, and he vomited a mouthful of blood on the spot.

"Poof!"

Vomiting blood was all over, he could clearly feel an even more exaggerated surge of power, and if he didn't do something, he would lose contact with at least 200 of his doppelgangers forever.

Not good!

Something had to be done.

It's okay to pick up girls, but if you have to sublimate to 40 degrees and then pick up girls, it will be a chicken loss.

In desperation, Mark decided to stud.

[System, these things in my hands, if you have anything to look at, take it.] 】

Unexpectedly, and it didn't seem so unexpected, the next second, Mark himself clearly saw that the demon god who had pulled the boat for him for so long, and had worked hard without credit, dissolved Butis completely.

Right! It's like putting a winter snowman and melting into the spring sun.

This four-armed bull-headed demon god general disappeared into the spirit world without a sound.

Mark didn't know that in a hidden crack in outer space in this world, Samikina, who was still enjoying the remnants of the four gods of art, suddenly had a look of horror on his face, and he screamed: "No- how can this be? Didn't you say that I would be the first to start, and then let me be the true God of the next thousand years? How so? ”

In the black mist, a pair of yellow beast children were shocked.

Samikina seems to have found the real reason: "I see! I get it! The 'world' wants me to intercept and kill the art of Yagami, and I can't do it without one! It's that guy named Mark who cuts off his beard! It's all his fault! ”

Its hoarse voice, as if it had just swallowed a thousand needles, stared at Mark's virtual image with red eyes, and roared through gritted teeth: "Lowly mortal! Wait until I'm done absorbing these four spirits! I'll be coming to you right away! ”

Here, when Mark had paid enough price, he was finally pleased to see that the Fate Dice had changed the number of points to [11].

Don't pass!

As fate settled, the remaining images of the four goddesses of art on the four altars in front of him disappeared and were replaced by a larger black altar with a black octopus-like thing floating in mid-air.

Mark knew that it was Samikina.