I'm a villain, not a devil

The ground was wriggling, and the corpses scattered throughout the camp sank into the ground as if they were trapped in a swamp.

A chilling chewing sound was heard, as something below was taking big gulps of the last bit of value of the recently deceased.

The gray-white sand sea outside the camp surged in like waves, and the whole earth seemed to wake up.

Those followers of the Self-Religion stood where they were and tried their best to grab anything nearby, but the violent shaking still caused them to fall to the ground one by one.

Several believers near the periphery fell down. Just as they tried to stand up, the soil suddenly had a huge suction force, and they were swallowed into the ground while struggling and screaming.

The three hands headed by the Id Cult shouted, "Don't stand on the ground! Go to the air!"

"Your Honor, heaven, heaven! Ah——!"

One of the believers' words turned into screams before he could even finish. Several people who saw the ground heaving used various means to float into the air. He was one of them.

However, the closer they got to the sky, the closer they got to the huge black pigeon, the black nematodes seemed no longer satisfied with mental parasitism and control. When fresh flesh and blood appeared in front of them, they pounced on it madly.

For a moment, they could neither go to heaven nor stand on the ground, and the believers of the ego religion were suddenly caught in a dilemma between life and death.

Jehovah was even more crazy. He laughed happily and wantonly: "That's right! That's right!"

"My experiments and my ideas are all correct!"

He seemed to want to kiss the earth, and also seemed to want to hug those crazy black nematodes.

"As expected! As expected! Mother's flesh and blood is the best sacrifice. These are what the greedy evil gods desire the most!"

“Hahahahahaha!” Jehovah laughed crazily, “That’s it, that’s it. You bunch of greedy, pathetic, yet wonderful evil gods have scattered your most important things into this world. Let me smell the scent of madness!”

His madness was so terrifying that the people of the Self religion showed expressions of disbelief, fear and despair.

Only Sean, who had been hiding his etheric body in mid-air, had a strange expression on his face.

His eyes were fixed on the gray-white sea of ​​sand, where the ground was wriggling and devouring like a living thing.

And Sean was all too familiar with this scene.

There is a cluster of nano creatures under the gray sea. Some of these nano creatures were used by the fisherman Bernard and transformed into the whales of his Chain Mountain - and this is because Bernard had long been contaminated with the breath of the owner of the nano life form.

The lurker is highly praised.

The evil god who has not yet descended but has always longed to come into the world...

Unfortunately, it was Sean who stopped Him from coming.

The ritual that was supposed to summon the Seducer Gao Zhi ended up summoning Sean for unknown reasons.

This also led to him being mistaken for Gao Zhi by the fisherman Bernard. Not only that, part of the power of the origin seemed to have mistaken Sean for Gao Zhi as well.

Half of the pointer of the pocket watch, which represented high power, automatically merged into Sean's body, and the rest was thrown into the nano cluster and taken away by the nano whale controlled by Bernard.

This is why Sean was suddenly shocked.

The half of the pocket watch was still inside his body, which meant that Gao Yi could not be revived.

However, the breath that I feel now is so clear and distinct, and it couldn't be more familiar.

The lurker is highly praised...

He stared at the ground in disbelief. Logically speaking, Gao Wei should not have recovered yet...

Sean's rituals and the luring attacks he often used were all derived from the Lurker's high reputation. In terms of familiarity, he was comparable to the best under the evil god.

To be precise, Sean has been doing things that only high-ranking people can do...

Because he does possess some of the characteristics of the evil god, and these characteristics are highly similar to Gao Zhi.

This is also why Jehovah's ritual can ultimately point to Sean.

The problem now is that it not only points to Sean, but also to Black Dove and the real Gao Zi - and these two big brothers seem to have responded to the call.

I feel a little awkward in my current position...

Inside the field, Jehovah was wrapped by the wriggling ground, and those black nematodes also entangled him. Although his skin was being eroded and his bones were being broken, Jehovah still showed a sick and crazy smile.

"Devour me, let me understand you..."

Those followers of the Self-Religion were no longer in the focus of attention. Under attack from both the sky and the ground, only a few of the original large group of people were left, huddled together and struggling to hold on.

In this situation, even Sean couldn't act rashly. He hid in the illusion and tried to observe and get some useful information.

After a moment, he discovered that the two in the sky and underground seemed to be afraid of each other.

The wriggling ground jumped up from time to time, bringing up a large area of ​​grayish-white sand. The sand was entangled with black nematodes. After a crackling sound, a large pile of things would fall down.

Probably sand and dead nematodes.

In addition, Sean also noticed that the devouring of Jehovah by these two was not aimed at his body - both were directed at the two things in Jehovah's hands.

Fake feathers and pocket watches.

Sean frowned slightly. Just now when Jehovah was mad, he said, "Mother's flesh and blood is the best sacrifice. The greedy evil gods desire these things the most."

Jehovah obviously used some kind of ritual, and the corpses nearby were obviously not enough to summon these two big guys...

Are those two imitations?

Those two replicas imitated the forms of the two original powers, but form alone is useless... material?

Sean narrowed his eyes and focused all his attention on the two imitations.

Looking at it this way, it seems to be made of wood...

Mother's flesh and blood?

Sean suddenly gasped.

In the legends of the Empire, in the legends of those tree people, one character that always appears is the big tree called Mother.

The document hidden in the Earl's study once mentioned that the predecessor of the empire grew under the tree, but the tree was eventually cut down.

Based on this, the tree that was cut down seemed to be the so-called mother tree.

Then the mother's flesh and blood...it seems that she can indeed be made of wood?

Sean looked at Jehovah. Could it be that this guy got some parts of the tree from long ago?

Wait, where did the tree core I absorbed earlier come from?

The appearance of the tree heart was strange, as if it appeared automatically after the Black Pigeon Prison took off.

What does the tree heart represent?

Just as Sean was thinking, the squirming ground and the black pigeon seemed to reach some kind of consensus.

An unclear figure appeared on the black pigeon's beak, and he stretched out the dry hand that Sean had seen before.

The hand seemed to extend through the black nematodes, and suddenly crossed the space and came in front of Jehovah.

The squirming ground raised a large piece of gray-white sand, which gathered together, and finally, a big hand with an iron chain wrapped around its wrist stretched out from the ground.

Both hands rushed towards Jehovah, but Jehovah just showed a crazy smile.

He opened his palm, revealing a jet-black feather and a replica of a pocket watch.

The two hands that came rushing over grabbed one of the hands. Just when the two hands were about to retract, Jehovah broke free and grabbed the other hand desperately.

"Reward, where is my reward?" Jehovah's face was full of madness.

What answered him was an overwhelming blanket of grayish-white sand and black nematodes.

He finally let out an inhuman scream, and a strange light suddenly emerged from his body.

"I said, reward, you must give me a reward!" he shouted.

The light was actually madly entangled with the gray-white sand and black nematodes, and the two kept falling down like scorched flying insects.

But, this is just a little bit.

The squirming ground and the black dove showed no reaction; both continued with Jehovah's nearly self-destructive efforts, without any regret for the dead sand and nematodes.

Amid the unpleasant chewing sounds, Jehovah let out a final scream, and then there was no sound.

The creeping ground and the black pigeon finally got what they wanted.

Just as the two hands were about to retract, suddenly, a spot of light suddenly appeared in the air.

Coincidentally, those light spots appeared right next to Sean who was hiding nearby and observing.

"Wait, this thing is... a tree heart?"

Sean had just reacted when he instinctively reached out to grab the large piece of tree core, revealing his greedy nature.

However, this time, before Sean could reach out and grab them, the tree hearts rushed towards the ground and the sky like crazy.

There was no struggle. The squirming ground and the black pigeon went up and down respectively, and left without looking back.

But how could the tree heart let them go? The light spots accelerated again, and the dazzling lasers shot straight at the two of them.

The two did not resist at all, but just fled madly and escaped from the place in an instant.

Shuxin also chased after him, and soon, the two battlefields disappeared into an unknown place.

At this time, there were only a few living people from the Benwo sect left in the camp. They were covered with scars. Many of them had blurred thighs, which were the marks of being bitten by sand. Their upper bodies were covered with black marks, which were left after being eroded by black nematodes.

They stood there in a daze, the bodies of their companions around them either half eaten or completely disappeared.

The leading hand among the three was the one that was relatively intact. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the ground and the sky with lingering fear.

Walking to the center of the camp, there was a skeleton with one side white and the other side black. That was Jehovah.

Three Hands looked at the last trace of Jehovah with a complicated look, and he squatted down and tried to find something useful.

After a moment, he stood up in disappointment, apparently having gained nothing.

"Go inform the Holy Church that the madman Jehovah used the most precious [Top] as a sacrifice to summon the evil god... Damn, this madman!" He couldn't help but curse.

A relatively intact believer came over. He kicked down the skeleton of Jehovah in anger, and then asked in shock, "Judge... is that the evil god?"

The judge looked grim. He glanced at his subordinates and finally shook his head: "No, that was just the shell of the evil god. If the evil god really came, how could we still be alive?"

"The great Lord?"

The judge's tone suddenly became serious: "The reason why those evil gods have not descended in their true form is because the great Lord is restricting them! If there were no great Lord, I'm afraid this world and we in this world would have turned into all kinds of twisted monsters!"

The believer was immediately filled with awe. He bowed his head devoutly and touched his chest with one hand: "Thank you, great Lord..."

He raised his head again: "Your Honor, what about us?"

The chief judge sighed, "I thought I had found the trace of Gao Zhi's waiter, but I didn't expect to run into that madman Jehovah... However, what is certain is that Gao Zhi, who was dormant in the scriptures, has begun to revive."

"Then, do we still need to continue the mission?"

Looking at his men who had suffered heavy losses, the Chief Judge shook his head deeply and said, "We can't continue... Let's go back. We must pass the news to the Holy Church as soon as possible so that they can prepare."

He looked towards the place where the two evil gods' bodies had fled, his eyes solemn: "It's not just the evil gods that are reviving..."

"I'm afraid...something we can't understand is also waking up."

……

There was nothing valuable left in the camp, so the remaining few Betfair believers quickly left the scene after gathering up the vaguely recognizable bodies of their companions.

A gust of wind blew by, and it seemed that nothing had happened here. Only the skeleton lying on the ground in the center of the camp seemed to be telling something.

Beside him, grayish-white sand and the bodies of black nematodes were scattered all over the ground. They were the remains of nanoorganisms and nematodes.

When the wind blows past, the debris shakes gently, and it won't be long before they become part of this world, perhaps as nutrients or perhaps as pollution.

It was getting darker and darker, and the place was getting quieter and quieter.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the edge of the camp.

He walked into the camp carefully and vigilantly, observed the surroundings, and after making sure there were no problems, he walked in front of the skeleton and took off his hood.

It is Jehovah!

With a mocking smile on his face, he kicked his skeleton over in disdain.

"So what if they are evil gods? So what if they are my mother? They have no real will and are just puppets that act according to instinct... Haha, what's the difference between them and those crazy beasts outside?"

Jehovah half-knelt down and began to collect the remains of the nano sand and black nematodes.

He was very careful, as if he didn't want to miss anything.

After collecting all the information, he snapped his fingers and an entrance appeared in the air.

"The technology of the shelter is amazing." Jehovah sneered and took out a piece of wood half a person's height from the hole.

"Now, the real experiment is about to begin..."

He opened his arms to the sky, expressing his emotions in the deserted land.

Only the air fluctuated slightly, and Sean nodded thoughtfully.

"I see……"