Just by peeking into the scene, the breathing of this reincarnation main priest became noticeably short.

If he were on Earth with an oximeter on his body, he would find that his blood oxygen level quickly dropped below 90.

His mind even began to wander a little, and he babbled about everything he had seen with his psionic vision.

"I see a twisted starlight that doesn't belong to our world."

"It's not the power of our world."

"The defenses of the gods are destroyed."

"That's the power of Dark Chaos."

"The incarnations of the gods on the altar are all intact and have not changed."

"Ahh It's ......"

With the last scream of the bishop, almost everywhere on his body squirmed strangely. Pitch-black fissures no more than five centimeters spewed out, tearing at his flesh with ease.

In the next second, hundreds of round yellow eyes with dull and numb eyes opened. They seem to be looking at something, and they seem to be looking at nothing.

A wave of evil and chaotic alien language filled with anger emanated from his eyes.

"Who! Who is restraining me!? ”

If Umegi is here, you can read this meaning.

For the Samsara guys, it's an obscure curse, or a spell.

Because the words and phrases are so single and repetitive, there is no way to even interpret them.

Even so, the terrifying voices of this Eye Demon have already caused terrible damage in the Samsara Sect.

The terrifying sound with mad power immediately made the countless members of the Samsara Sect who had observed this scene enjoy a spiritual retreat—as if a thousand knives were destroying their nerves.

Those who are mentally weak will have a big brain hole on the spot.

Even if the guys who can survive the first wave, most of them will pick up a life.

The well-dressed priests of reincarnation were all like they had just been fished out of the water, all of them convulsed and sweated profusely.

Only the high priest of reincarnation barely resisted: "Damn it! How could that place attract a foreign demon god at the level of a main god!? ”

The breath of fate is clouded, and the asymmetry of information makes their speculations farther and farther away from the truth......

Here, Mark retracted his doppelganger and returned to his room on the Caribbean.

There had been a knock at his door for a while.

"Mark, what's going on, Boutis, he's gone." This is the voice of the muse.

The four goddesses sensed something more or less, but they felt too much of it, and they didn't know the changes in their souls. And the sudden disappearance of Bottis, who had always been a façade, made them a little panicked.

Mark's majestic voice came out at this moment.

"It's okay! I traded Boutis's soul for an artifact. Sulman, from now on, you are my vanguard. "Mark deliberately changed the concept and confused the two things of changing to [Deathknell] with obtaining an artifact.

"Yes—" The Tree God Urn replied angrily in the soul circuit.

Anyway, the tree god who used to be a genuine god is far more powerful than Boutis.

When the huge body of the Dryad of more than 300 meters stood in front of the Caribbean, it really blocked the ship tightly.

After arranging the doorman, Mark turned his head: "You four come in." ”

The four goddesses rushed in, their faces with similar apprehension, and they didn't know what had just happened.

Mark made a gesture, and they immediately understood, and cast a magic spell to completely block the entire room from the outside world with divine power.

"I just went to the place where the Muse said......"

"Found it?" The muse's eyes widened, and the faint flickering notes of the boy were full of hope.

"On top of that." Mark smiled and spread out his palms, and the projection of the four goddesses' divine soul clones was like a figure, slowly rotating clockwise on Mark's palm.

"This is ......" The four goddesses were stunned at the same time.

They knew very well that this could not be considered a part of their divine soul, and there was no soul power on it. But they can feel a connection with themselves.

"This is your God's name!"

It dawned on them.

The name is actually a very important thing.

It is a unique mark that distinguishes you from any other similar being in the world.

For example, there can be many Barbara, but Barbara, the goddess of dance, is unique in one world.

Barbara's whole body trembled slightly with excitement, her multiple doppelgangers had suffered so much, and she couldn't find a way out. I never expected that the almost blind gambling in this overworld would be successful!

If it weren't for the good sisters watching, she still had the last reserve, and she really wanted to pounce on the spot and play a good game with Mark.

Mark smiled: "The ticket to leave the venue is here." But the cost of the ferry ticket, it seems that there are still two people who have not been given! ”

Litchel held a large stack of manuscript paper, covered his shy face behind the manuscript paper, and snorted like a mosquito: "Mark, what do you want me to give?" ”

Pei Ting over there simply walked out of the painting, well, in the form of a painting......

A day later, the five goddesses formed a small group of souls.

A strange scene appeared.

In a sense, this is a comparison unique to women.

Barbara, the goddess of dance, showed off a white dress with high slits and red spots on it: "Humph! A few years later, this will be the artifact [Bloodstained Dance Dress]! ”

Not to be outdone, the goddess of music muse took out a stack of staves, and the black notes were heavily dyed red: "This is my new song [Bloody Muse]!" ”

Litchel, the goddess of literature: "I just wrote a new manuscript [Blood Drinking Sword]!" ”

Unexpectedly, the last goddess of painting, Pei Ting, is the real heavyweight: "This is the 'Chinese painting' I learned from Mark!" ”

I saw that on the white drawing paper, the branches outlined in ink came to life. On the branches, which seemed to be blown by the wind, red plums bloomed brightly.

The goddess of the lake was silent for a while: "Can I leave the group?" ”

"No way!" The four goddesses spoke in unison.

The Caribbean, it's not so easy to get off the ship.

In the middle of summer, as Mark swims in the pool on the boat, the situation of the world changes even more.

On July 4, the city of Baot in the southwest of the Rite Empire.

The city, home to millions of refugees, was built in a concave valley. The peculiar terrain here, coupled with the fortress operated by the local nobles for many years, barely withstood the attacks of the demon group.

And because the valley itself has a large number of terraced fields, it can sustain the refugees in a so-so way.

It was this night that countless clouds of black gas slowly and silently emerged in this land.

They are like mist in the night, and without any notice, they begin to release a steady stream of gray-black mist.

As soon as the mist escaped, it melted into the valley and into every well.

However, the mist slowly penetrates the skin and into the flesh......

As the day passed, the entire valley was killed.