Agent of a certain comic

Chapter 610 The one that was smashed...
After about a while.

At this time, Nephthys no longer had the previous appearance of disagreeing with each other and drawing swords. Instead, he stared at Mark, who was wearing a godly armor, with a few hints of playfulness, and spoke in a seductive voice. Said: "During this period of time, you said that you are the god of travel, the god of lies, the god of the sky, the god of architecture... Then have you decided to tell me which god you are?"

Mark is having a hard time right now.

What a broken world this is.

Are there so many types of gods?

Listening to Nephthys's words, Mark said helplessly: "Well, in fact, I am the end of all living beings, darkness comes because of me, life and death are my authority, and the end of the endless is my authority." Residence, I am Pluto, I am the Emperor of Life and Death, and I am in charge of the death of all living beings."

The playful expression on Nephthys's face has not changed at all, and it seems that he has not been shocked by Mark's self-introduction...

The atmosphere was awkward for a while.

quite a while.

Nephthys smiled abruptly and said, "You said you were Osiris?"

"I'm Lucifer, you can also call me Lucifer."

Mark smiled and directly ignored Nephthys' transformed spear again, and sat directly under the coconut tree in the desert oasis, then looked at Nephthys with a smile on his face and said: "I am reading the hell information here. I read the information of that Osiris, but the Osiris you mentioned is in charge of the death of mortals, but I am in charge of the death of all living beings, including gods. In my case, gods cannot escape the control of the underworld. The only difference is that the gods It’s just a little bit longer lifespan.”

Yes.

The underworld is supreme.

For the underworld, mortals and gods are treated equally, and both have death.

Or.

Without the permission of the underworld.

There is no one, no god, everlasting life...

Paused.

Mark immediately had a thought and dropped a coconut, dropped it on his hand, looked at Nephthys as if chatting with someone he knew, and said, "Tell me about you, what kind of god are you?"

Nephthys looked at Mamou who had knocked out a small hole in the coconut, and felt somewhat clear.

Psychotic gods.

Another deity who tried to break through his theocratic power and was made crazy and stupid.

Nephthys thought in his heart, then he took off his war armor and put on a long skirt in non-war mode again, as if following Mark's words, he continued: "I am Nephthys, the protector of houses and the dead, and also the god of fertility. God."

"what."

"……why are you laughing?"

Mark took a sip of the pure natural coconut juice without any processed elements, looked at the frowning Nephthys, shook his head and smiled, "It's nothing, I'm just wondering why the god of fertility can't bless me?"

Nephthys was silent.

Yes.

Nephthys can give offspring to mortals who request her, but she cannot bless her...

After half an hour.

Nephthys and Mark sat face to face.

The beauty of the goddess is unrivaled in the world.

The male god is broad and stalwart and has the world in mind.

The picture is very beautiful.

Just like Mark's personality.

No one, or any woman, can have an endless murderous desire for Mark.

If there is, it must be a transgender woman.

The breeze gently blows through this oasis in the boundless desert.

Mark took a deep breath and enjoyed the freshness of the air and the fragrance it sent.

Coconut.

I just don't know if it's the coconut milk in Nephthys' hand or the breath of Nephthys himself.

Nephthys gathered her curly hair and looked at Mark, whose lips were slightly raised, smiled and said, "Do you know why I'm here?"

Mark leaned over and smiled like a gentleman: "I am willing to listen to the troubles of every goddess. I am your most loyal reader."

Nephthys showed a smile that seemed to make the entire desert pale, and then looked at the boundless desert and told his own story.

It's a terrific story.

Maybe it can be called-the goddess meets the scumbag.

She is the protector of houses and the dead, and even the god of fertility. She protects every dead from the final darkness and blesses every mortal to have his own offspring.

He is the god of strength, of war, of the desert, of storms and of foreign lands, who protects the caravans in the desert but at the same time sends sandstorms upon them.

Who is he?
He is Seth.

Nephthys still remembered that one afternoon, Seth galloped through the desert with his army.

Courage, grandeur, and handsomeness are Seth's first impressions of Nephthys.

after that.

Nephthys endured the strong wind just to stay by Seth's side, imagining the beauty and happiness of the goddess of fertility in her own marriage and the future of the two of them.

It stands to reason that Nephthys thought Seth would be content with her.

but……

Happiness and honeymoon are just a short moment.

In other words, if you have it, you will not cherish it.

So is Seth.

After getting Nephthys, Set once again returned to the appearance he hadn't met.

Day and night in the desert to temper their elite soldiers just to live in the vast and fertile boundless oasis palace on the other side of the Nile.

Seth dreamed of becoming the first god.

One God!
The story is over.

Nephthys looked at Mark with an expression that wasn't just right or wrong, and said, "I don't know what kind of god Lucifer is, whose fault are you saying all this is mine, or Seth?" of?"

"Seth's." Mark didn't think about it at all.

At times like this.

The one who is wrong is definitely the male god.

reason?

do you need?

There is no need to ask who is right and who is wrong for this kind of thing, if you ask, it is the fault of the male god, without exception...

Nephthys smiled and said, "Really? But why am I still not satisfied with Seth?"

Mark shrugged and said, "Male gods are big pigs."

"Big pork knuckle?"

"Yes."

"but……"

"No, but, you are not wrong, Nephthys." Mark interrupted Nephthys' entanglement directly and said firmly: "It is Seth who is wrong, not you, some male gods are like this, people The most beautiful thing in the world is love. The so-called power and other things will become dull with the passage of time, but love is different. Love can last forever. Obviously, Seth in your mouth is a fool..."

"Oh!"

Mark raised his eyelids and stared at the battle ax coming directly from a distance.

next second.

Mark's figure stopped and he directly hugged Nephthys' waist, as if dancing a gorgeous waltz, he turned around in mid-air to avoid the tomahawk coming through the air with boundless anger.

Boom!

The tomahawk hit the coconut tree and sank deeply into it.

Mark stared.

A bearded male god wearing bloody armor slowly walked out of the boundless storm.

The male god's eyes focused on Nephthys' waist.

There.

Mark's right hand is hugging like a patron saint.

Dorset.

angry...

(End of this chapter)