Osiris straightened up and drew his thin sword, seeing a streak of dark red blood slowly falling from its blade, and on the floor, the blood coagulated into a word "kill".

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of gunfire continued to appear around Osiris's body, and many cracks appeared in the frozen walls in an instant, and many invisible spiritual powers spread and overflowed from these cracks, and then the crimson seeped out!

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out, and the night watchman on the far left of Osiris fired, the silvery bullet seemingly engraved with the crimson emblem on the surface.

With the firing of the bullet, it seemed that another shadow in the darkness fell, convulsing and losing its breath.

A woman, dressed in a revealing short skirt, a velvet black shawl, and a lace veil.

"It's the people who want the Mother God Church." Osiris frowned, turned to his companion's low voice, and said, "There must be undiscovered rats in this area, they come from three different hidden organizations, and their corresponding extraordinary powers are also different, you should be careful." ”

Before she could finish speaking, she heard the sound of clacking footsteps coming from the darkness in the distance, echoing in the ears of those around her.

Immediately, she saw a man with a pointed hat and a black hooded robe, his face painted with the confluence of three colors, his eyes dark but his legs were not very sharp, and he walked down the dimly broken staircase with a cane, his expression indifferent and calm, without the slightest fear.

"Sage? Sure enough, there are big rats hiding here. Osiris looked at the person who came, and said casually.

"Please don't shout rat-rats, my name is Schindler Moto, I'm from Asylum No. 8, and of course you can call me a soothsayer!" Schindler Moto gave his trademark mocking grin.

"I know you, the weird guy who was able to tie up Candace, the god's spokesman, to an insane asylum."

"It was an equivalent exchange, and we gave him enough benefits."

"But he's now contained behind the Crimson Gate, imprisoned for at least three hundred years to undo the mistakes he made yesterday."

Schindler Moto, who was wearing a pointed hat and painted on his face, shook his head suddenly: "It won't take that long, soon we will take him home." ”

Osiris sneered and said, "You shouldn't be able to see this scene, after all, you are a saint on the must-kill list of the Honavich Church." ”

"Kill me? You can't, because I'm no longer pure Schindler Moto. ”

He paused, and his gaze suddenly became cold:

"By chance, I got a Medium Bug, and luckily I was called by God, and now I am a real 'Spokesperson of God'!"

He pulled back his black robe, revealing a skinless portion of crimson flesh between his chest.

These flesh and blood are joined together to form a vague symbol, like a giant python with wings outstretched!

Suddenly, the surrounding ice shattered like glass, and all the scenes collapsed.

This is the breath of an ancient god......

.........

Pioneering City, Gresham!

Seagull Street, second floor of the Hattrick Inn.

Viatu was lying on the wooden bed, her retro gothic dress was already in tatters, and a strange force had carved a symbol into her delicate collarbone, a symbol composed of sycamore-like eyes and three twisted tentacles.

The Eye of the Sycamore, the twisted tentacles, is the mark of the gods!

The blood-colored eyes floating on the side stared at the mark, and they couldn't help but be shocked.

At this time, Wei Yatu suddenly snorted in pain, her chest swelled and bulged, and quickly returned to normal, going back and forth four times, as if she had gasped for a great breath, and then slowly opened her eyes, raised her slender hands and pinched her forehead, her hair was messed up on her face, and she looked extremely weak.

She turned her head to look at the blood-colored eyes floating to the side, "Venerable, did I succeed?" ”

"Tell me now, what do you see in your dreams? Or what have they done? ”

"In a dream?"

"That's right, it's in the dream, before your spirit was polluted, I will open a battlefield over your soul ocean, guide you to fight with pollution, you can tell me about the process!"

"I don't remember a little, but it doesn't seem like there was a fight, I vaguely remember a guy in a black hooded robe and a mask who was always telling me stories, he was funny, the stories he told were fascinating, and it was just ...... It's just that I seem to have forgotten a little bit of what story he was talking about......" Viato recalls as if in a dream.

"Hmph, that's not a masked man at all, it's an ancient being."

Ancient existence? Ancient Existence...... Viatu kept chewing on these four roots, and suddenly her pupils shrunk to the size of pinholes, "Venerable, do you mean that is a ...... A deity? ”

"Well, it's no surprise that the being in your dream is the owner of the mausoleum we entered in the white desert of Scandinavia." The blood-colored eyes swirled and shook his head, and then said, "The presence of a deity in your dreams indicates that he is interested in you, so he has spared the pollution, but at the same time, it has also placed a mark on you. ”

"Venerable, I don't understand a little, what is the logo?" Viato sat up from the bed with her back to her back, sensing herself slightly, but did not notice anything unusual.

"Look at your neck, that symbol is the logo, this is similar to a kind of label, from the perspective of the ages, more or less a small number of people will be planted by the gods and become the spokesmen of the gods, but this kind of unknown gods take a fancy to you, I really don't know whether it is luck or disaster."

"Are the spokesmen of the gods the same as those angels who came out of mythology?"

"That's right, it is an established fact that you are now the spokesperson of the gods, from this moment on your faith will be transferred to this new god, as his spokesman in the world, everything about you, including heart and spirit, body and spirit, will belong to him, the god of the sea will no longer be the god you believe in, the light of the god of the sea will not be able to protect you, and my soul will not be attached to you."

The eyes floating in mid-air flashed red, and from the red light, a black shadow of an aging dragon bell came out, and Wei Yatu had never seen the Venerable so clearly.

The black shadow sighed, looked through the window on the second floor, looked at the scarlet moon hanging in the sky, and muttered:

Although the reverence of "gods" is ethereal enough to give people the feeling of being biased towards the existence of a kind of faith, but gods are always gods, gods who cannot be peeped at, gods who are above all in reality, no god wants to see his followers betray him, after tonight, maybe sooner, you will be expelled from the Poseidon Church, and your name in the Poseidon Church will not be available! ”