"Shen San, we believe in you so much, I didn't expect you to convert to other gods."

At this moment, the Bishop of Zealcon was staring at the handsome man in front of him.

After discovering Shen San's talented and very popular methods, they wanted to treat Shen San as a god son, and support him to ascend to the throne, and invade other local gang forces in Massachusetts little by little.

The so-called Son of God may not be as strong as the Bishop, but as a gifted Son of God, the general gang will cultivate the Son of God as a substitute, hoping that one day the Lord they believe in can descend on the Son of God.

But what they didn't expect was that a branch called "Dagon's Claws" mysteriously appeared in their gang, directly disrupting the plans of the Feverish Claws gang.

At first, they didn't care, and it was normal for a gang to have many branches.

Originally, they were also planning to evacuate Massachusetts together, after all, they also got inside information, it is said that there seems to be an evil god roaming in Massachusetts, which sounds particularly dangerous.

In this case, if you can hide far away, you can hide far away.

But what they didn't expect was that the Son of God suddenly jumped back at this time, and they openly stated that the god they once believed in was a piece of Shet who couldn't get out of the secret realm, and his faith should belong to the father Dagon and the greater god!

As soon as these words came out, the entire high-ranking members of the Fever Claws were stunned.

What the hell?

As a result, one gang was inexplicably split into two, and vaguely the branch of Fanatic Claw seemed to be somewhat suppressed.

If it weren't for the timely arrival of the Bishop of the Claw of Fever, I am afraid that the entire cult of the Claw of Fever would have been persuaded by Shen San, the son of God, to go to the Claw of Dagon.

And this kind of NTR behavior, they naturally can't stand it.

"Now let's talk about your crimes, why do you use the name of other evil gods to lure the members of our gang?" The Bishop of the Zealous Claw stared at Shen San indifferently, his tone as cold as a blade glowing with cold light.

Shen San stared at the bishop in front of him, but his face did not change: "What is persuasion, I just explained one fact to them; Faith is a voluntary act of theirs, so why do you say that I am lying to confuse the people? ”

Hearing this, the elders on Shen San's side also nodded.

"Yes, we did feel the indescribable aura of the evil gods, and it was our own choice."

They naturally spoke up, because they really received the "blessing" of the father according to the method given by Shen San.

Compared to the previous Lord who required large-scale sacrifices to sacrifice, this Lord is more convincing.

"But you have all received the power and knowledge of the Lord, and since you have chosen to leave, it is better to return it." The Bishop of the Fever Claws said coldly.

As soon as he raised his hand, the wind and clouds above suddenly changed color, and a low thunder roared from the sky, as if the earth was trembling.

There were dark clouds in the vastness, and even the sun in the sky was buried by a thick darkness - it stands to reason that such a large-scale mobilization of spiritual power would inevitably arouse the attention and vigilance of those around him.

However, now the Massachusetts Card Makers Association is too lazy to care about these cults in Massachusetts, in their eyes, Massachusetts has long become a hot floor, and if they can moisten it early, they will moisten it as soon as possible, who is especially willing to stay here.

That's why the Bishop of the Zealot Claws dares to be so unscrupulous.

A silent and dangerous aura enveloped every living body present, Shen San had a gloomy face, holding a few of his main battle cards in his hands, and the elders behind him seemed to be a little shaken.

The lightning and light weave into a dense web of light, as if the whole world is trapped in it.

"This is the last chance, return to the claws of fanaticism, or you will be dealt with with by gang rules!" The Bishop of Zealclaw snorted coldly, his words tinged with a chilling majesty.

However, Shen San's face remained unchanged, staring indifferently at the Bishop of the Claw of Madness.

The other party sighed, he had already given a chance.

Then, the huge lightning net suddenly shrouded Shen San, and countless thunderbolts in the sky seemed to be able to pass through the layers of darkness slowly gathered, and each lightning ray was enough to bake Shen San into charcoal.

But at this moment.

The huge lightning net in the sky was suddenly torn open, and I saw a spatial crack cut out of thin air, and a treacherous and indescribable figure appeared!

Dagon, and Hydra!

And, of course, there is Li Ming, dressed in another black robe, with the Laleyer Text in his hand, looking condescendingly at the Bishop of the Feverish Claw as if he were looking down on an ant.

Shen San was brought out by him from New Indoors, after all, it was his own baby, of course he had to protect it.

And.

Others have been constantly supplying themselves with the power of faith, so that a good employee who doesn't ask for a salary for 996 a day gives me a gam, where can I find it?

But speaking of which......

Li Ming sensed Hydra's level, and was shocked to find that Hydra had actually reached the level of one star of the orange order.

Tut...... Dagon had worked hard during this time, at least not letting Hydra fall too much.

At this moment, the bishop of the Fanatic Claw Gang was sweating like rain, and he looked at Li Ming in the sky tremblingly.

And...... The two fish-man giants beside him brought unspeakable fear.

This is...... Evil God Entity?

And it's two?!

The moment he confronted Dagon and Hydra, he felt a feminine fear that seemed to rise from the bottom of his heart for tens of millions of years, twisting and transforming into illusions in front of him.

Whispers rang in his ears, every syllable of the language that he could not imitate with his lips and tongue—for a moment, he felt as if he had lost his sense of direction and hope, and every breath was filled with the temptation of the unknown.

What is it?!

His spiritual power began to decay suddenly, and even the huge lightning net in the sky could not be maintained, and he could only feel his own spiritual power slowly passing away.

"Come on, Shen San," Li Ming lowered his head and looked at Shen San on the ground, "Tell me, who are the people who are unwilling to submit to Dagong's claws?" ”

The hearts of the Fever Claws Gang trembled in the hearts of everyone present.

Boy...... This is going to directly help his followers clean up their competitors and completely take the Fanatic Claw Sect into their pockets.

Shen San naturally knew his master, but he also understood what Li Ming meant.

Li Ming is not ready to reveal his identity, so he must also cooperate with acting.

"Understood, Lord." Shen San turned his head and looked at the people of the Zealot Claw Sect around him—his gaze was like a blade, and every time he passed by a person, it was as if he had cut his skin and bones.

And that high up existence...... As if the bishop was not taken into account at all.

"That...... You know, Miko, I've always been your faithful follower. ”

"Me too, me too! I've been upset with this old Bidden for a long time! ”

Shen San's gaze seemed to have a powerful magic power, and whoever he looked at was so frightened that he hurriedly expressed his loyalty, and the entire conservative sect fell apart in an instant.

Only the Bishop of the Feverish Claws gritted his teeth, the fear that made him speechless, but he didn't want his gang to fall into the hands of the other party.

Finally, he decided.

Those two evil god entities are definitely not opponents, so ......

Let their Lord come down in person!

(End of chapter)