Damn it, this boss really has no normal skills.

"Die!"

Although it was only two or three seconds, it was enough time for Tenis to twist his waist and launch a powerful stab.

But at the moment when this inevitable attack was about to be implemented, not to mention the feeling of being stuck, the sharp tip of the gun seemed to have pierced the air, because the enemy disappeared directly.

???

On the other side, Ji Ming, who was frantically using the teleportation array to rescue people, pulled the powerless venomous snake out of the portal.

"Oh, how come you died?"

Ji Ming did not expect the old lady to be so ruthless. Knowing that the person in front of him was a living person with mental power, she really attacked, and directly went for the brain at full power.

Therefore, the venomous snakes now look very scary, with blood coming out of all their orifices and smoke coming out of their heads. They can walk into a horror movie set and create a new screen classic without any makeup.

But even though he is a traitor to the enemy, he has been working hard recently, and has been very nice in what he says and does. He can't just die in the hands of his own people.

There was no other way, Ji Ming could only soak her tail, which had a similar function to plant roots, in the spirit-gathering liquid, and then use mental magic to start repairing her brain.

"Wait a minute, I was wondering what smells so good?...Oh, it turns out to be the smell of roasted brains, so it's okay..."

Fortunately, it was just simple violent destruction, and with the Spirit Gathering Liquid to keep it alive, the broken vegetative state can be repaired and modified and used as if it was brand new.

Three minutes later, the viper trembled and opened its eyes blankly.

"Ah, what happened? I remember I..."

How come you can speak normally?

Seeing that the venomous snake didn't yell, didn't laugh for no reason, and even had an expression that looked extremely rational, Ji Ming was delighted and quickly explained.

"Oh, you just had a fierce battle with the Archbishop of Radiance and your brain was burned out by accident. I saved you from the brink of death with my miraculous hands."

If a normal person heard such horrifying words, even if he didn't tremble in fear, he would be scared enough.

However, after a brief recollection, Viper's face showed some regret.

“What a pity! What a pity…”

Ji Ming: It’s over!

She even had tears in her eyes due to regret.

"I don't seem to have any memory of this part! So what does it feel like to have your brain burned by a mental attack?"

Turn around.

"Sir, since you also know mind magic, you can definitely help me do it again. Can you keep the memory this time? Can you let me experience it a few more times in the future?"

"roll!"

Before Viper could say any more vicious words, he opened a door and threw her in without saying a word.

But he added a sentence before closing the door.

"Go ahead, your next stop is the Kingdom of God!"

"What? I can...I can go to the Kingdom of God!?"

Although it was abrupt, it was an unexpected joy for Viper.

We must understand that the kingdom of God created by the true God, such as the dense forest, is outside the world and is not an existence that can be entered casually.

So even though she is a flower-level messenger and a master assassin of the Hidden Department, this is her first time coming to the legendary kingdom of God.

As a church organization that is essentially a big scam, even if it is a weak god or even an evil god, when describing its own kingdom of God, it must portray it as a beautiful paradise.

Things like fried chicken for one copper coin, succubi distributed in the village, a wizard tower per capita...anyway, make it as beautiful and exaggerated as you can.

Therefore, in the imagination of the venomous snake, the ruler of all living things is an extremely powerful god who transcends the existence of the entire planet. His kingdom of God must be so great that it cannot be described in words.

At the very least, there must be giant dragons guarding the gate, angels offering blessings, divine craftsmen casting tools, holy teachers preaching, and all kinds of wonders everywhere, as well as saints living in peace and joy.

In short, with a beautiful wish in mind, the poisonous snake slowly opened his eyes, and then he really saw an angel looking down at him.

But she is not the kind of welfare angel with blonde hair and blue eyes who can't wear more than two feet of cloth. Instead, she is a fighting angel who is covered in armor and looks extremely loyal.

There was a raging fire in the angel's eyes, and she was so frightened that she couldn't utter a word.

"Oh, you are alive."

It was not until the angel left with these words for no apparent reason that she mustered up the courage to sit up, and instantly understood what the angel meant by those words.

It turned out that she was standing on a green meadow, surrounded by corpses of fanatics that had been chopped, cut, and chopped up, constantly appearing out of thin air, just like a slaughterhouse.

However, this slaughterhouse was not unattended. In the chaos, there were several tall and slender human figures made entirely of grass and branches. They were picking and choosing and communicating in very strange accents.

"Hey, where are this guy's arms?"

“It seems like this should be it.”

"No, no, the model is wrong!"

...Even if Viper is a psychopath, it feels like the way they speak is weird and stupid, with a kind of low IQ beauty.

But although the tree people were stupid, they were decisive in their actions. They persevered in piecing together the corpses like children playing with building blocks, and then sent them all to an open space on the side.

The angel came back here after a round of inspection, and raised his hand to perform a [Resurrection Spell] that seemed to be free of charge, resurrecting all these fanatics of not very high levels.

And because angels' magic itself has a purifying effect, all the potion residues in their bodies were cleared out, and they returned with normal minds.

But pagans are pagans. After seeing the things around them, they immediately broke out in fierce resistance, looking like they were strong and ready to die at any time.

Especially when they saw that their own Lord Viper did not help them resist, but instead stood dejectedly in the tree man team, lowering the average height of the enemy.

"Lord Viper, why are you just watching? Have you really betrayed us?"

"Ah this."

The venomous snake felt a rare sense of shame and hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I just want to find a way for everyone to survive. Don't you think I'm going too far by using you as cannon fodder?"

Sylvia: “…”

"Ah! The 'I' here refers to the church. I didn't do you any harm. Don't just bear a grudge against others!"

Jungle believers: “…”

They were about to curse angrily, but Viper's self-deception stopped them and they all fell silent.

Viper: “…”

So the two sides stared at each other like clowns for a while, and finally Sylvia, who had work to do, broke the deadlock.

"Forget it. It's useless to reason with these loyal people. Let's use mind magic to cleanse their brains first."

"Wait a moment!"

But even if there is any way, who wants to have their brain played with by others?

Now that there were no drugs to interfere with his thinking, one of the believers, with a gleam in his eyes, immediately stopped the angel's behavior.

"My Lord, if... you miss, go ahead!... Sorry, I mean, if we continue to resist, are you going to... modify our memories?"

The archangel did not answer directly, but waited for a moment, as if looking at something, and then nodded.

"Yes, I will let you know who is worthy of loyalty."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd began to chatter and pull for several seconds, and another jungle believer stretched his throat.

"Then why us? What about those believers before? Why...why didn't you win them over?"

Everyone agreed: "Yes, yes!"

This time the response was quick.

"The damaged machinery can be repaired, but the melted ones cannot. Their minds have been completely destroyed by this potion that cost their lives. There is no need to revive them."

"My God..."

When the quartermaster distributed the medicine, he clearly said it was a special combat medicine with many benefits. He did not mention at all that there would be such terrible side effects.

A believer groaned, turned his head to look at his companions around him who had the same complicated expressions, and mustered up his courage.

"So what do you want us to do? Are you asking us to betray our gods?"

The angel seemed to have the answer already, without even having to think about it.

"I am only giving you a way to survive. And I emphasize again that it was your gods who betrayed you first with extremely vicious acts for their own shameful desires."

"..."

Every time she answered, the believers' restlessness was reduced, and finally even the most stubborn old man let go of the hand of the young man beside him.

He grasped his forehead, where only a few gray hairs were left, and asked the crucial question.

"What's in it for us?"

The angel didn't say anything, but raised his hand and a gust of wind blew out of thin air.

But this wind was not the kind of strong wind that could tear people into powder, but a wind field mixed with magic that could take them to experience flying.

For a race without wings, flying is not a right that everyone can enjoy, so the crowd immediately let out exclamations with varying emotions.

However, there were many more things that surprised them, because as they increased in altitude, they found that they were actually in a clearing in an underground forest.

Even according to the objective laws of Yangyue's magical world, it is impossible for such a large community of green plants to evolve naturally underground. There must be a great creation of intelligent creatures behind this.

Great creations cannot be achieved just by talking; they require a lot of manpower and material resources.

Moreover, in many special fields, quantitative changes cannot actually bring about qualitative changes, so the carrier of such miracles must be one or more terrifyingly high-level existences.

and so……

is it necessary?

Is it necessary to spend so much money just to create a forest underground?

Considering that those who can establish churches are all cunning and treacherous, they can't be fools who want to look good. They can only come to a horrible conclusion.

——The Lord doesn’t care.

(I can hardly hold back when I type these four words “grandma”)

They were thinking, but the wind did not stop blowing. After carrying them across the vast forest, a large green chessboard appeared at the end of their sight.

However, there is only one chess piece standing on this chessboard. It is a giant tree that is so tall that it reaches the ceiling. Its lush crown is as thick as clouds and it is located in the middle of a lake.

And I don't know whether it's because they are essentially believers of the jungle and have an affinity with the wood element, or if the quiet and distant aura of the giant trees is too contagious.

There were some people in the crowd who had seen the world. Their eyes rolled around and their faces twitched.

“Could it be that this person is the real Lord of Living Beings?”

Before everyone could hold their breath, the archangel next to him shook his head when he heard the words.

"No, just like me, this is just one of the guardians under the throne of the Supreme God."

Dharma protector, or one of them...

When they arrived above the lake, the wind direction changed, causing them to slowly descend towards the island in the middle of the lake.

The stubborn old man who spoke the hardest might be afraid of heights. He looked unhappy the whole time. He didn't dare to look around until he descended in altitude. As a result, he fell down with a thud.

"Look at the ground, what are those?!"

Amidst confusion, the jungle believers who were thrown into the underground kingdom of God have already entered the rhythm of elementary school students' spring outing.

On the other hand, those who didn’t get in will be in trouble.

The assassin master who was highly expected was killed in seconds before he could even make a move, and without his sharp knife, the elite psychopaths became consumables for being killed.

What's even more terrible is that they still retained a little bit of rationality. The advantage is that they can harvest more easily when the wind is in their favor and it is easier to kill the enemy in a fierce battle, but the disadvantage is that they will still flee when the wind is against them.

Now it was Thyme's turn to cooperate. When the major wood-level messengers were surprised by the inexplicable disappearance of the elite believers and even the poisonous snakes, he took the lead in biting Dingyi to death.

"It's bad! The archbishop is an old monster who came back to life from five hundred years ago. I'm afraid he has mastered some horrible space exile magic."

From now on, there will surely be curious kids asking him what space exile magic is, and Thyme can then rely on his image as a professional scholar to start talking nonsense.

"This is a new knowledge created by a holy mage under the Iron-fisted Saint ten thousand years ago. This is also recorded in "The Strange Story of the God of Space"..."

Anyway, this is the territory of Holy Light, and the Forest God doesn't dare to cast a glance at it.

Whoever can create false memories for everyone present can fool the gods as well, so Thyme seemed very confident when she spoke.

...Wait, deceiving the gods?

He even felt a little excited. Is there anything more exciting than this?

As for why he didn't feel grief, panic, or have any special reaction after seeing the poisonous snake die on the spot.

It’s not because he is cold-hearted and doesn’t show his emotions, but because this is part of God’s plan.

It's a sad cry. Since someone needs to take the blame on the side that was assassinated, how can the side that assassinated him not have to pay a price?

If Viper continued to insist on a third assassination attempt after the second assassination attempt failed, he would most likely end up being purged by the Vatican, and would then be doomed to death.

After all, she is one of Ji Ming's own now, and Ji Ming cannot push her into the fire pit. So letting her use her own "death" as a farewell is the best way to exit.

The next spy work can be replaced by Thyme, who is more suitable for this job, so that the intelligence line developed by Ji Ming will not be broken.