The World of Evil God game.

The God of Stories fell into fantasy time. Unfortunately, before the value of fantasy was written down, it belonged to the God of Fiction, so after a brief period of fantasy, the God of Stories fell into a little irritability.

After all, as the god of stories, his imagination should be the richest among the gods. Perhaps only narration and coloring can compete with him. The former relies on the number of manuscripts, while the latter relies on abstraction that he cannot Pictures of understanding.

But now, as long as he starts to fantasize, the value of fantasy will be taken away by the god of fiction, which makes him very unhappy.

The various expressions on the Big Bad Wolf's face all fell into the eyes of an audience not far away.

Brother Gou was eating barbecue, blinking his dog eyes, watching the werewolf at the table next to him showing all kinds of perverted evil smiles, he couldn't help but shuddered, and immediately looked away, while drinking with a black dwarf next to him. Friends complained:

"This Kingdom of Steam now has everyone, including perverted werewolves. Isn't the leader of our church a vampire? The perverted imagination should be quite rich, right? Does the god of fiction also want this kind of fictional value? !”

Brother Gou was previously invited by the Roaring Church to film a film, and since he was not very interested in playing cards (because he did not want to earn money and draw cards), he did not participate in the duel competition. But he has no work tonight. Regarding this film, Brother Gou just said that it seems that it will be released next week.

In terms of speed, it is not unpleasant, it can even be said to be outrageous. Which normal good movie doesn't take a year or two to make? Of course, this is normal. After all, this is a promotional shoot jointly carried out by several gods, so the shooting cycle is so short.

This is a world with divine power.

The dog brother and the black dwarf were bragging on the side, while the big bad wolf moved his ears and found that the guys at the next table seemed to be talking about him. But he didn't really care.

Huh, I am a writer in the upper class, a noble wolf, and you are just a dog and a black charcoal bag. Look at the people sitting at your table, garbage men, workers, doctors, Trolls, black dwarves, kobolds, robots, you ordinary and ordinary low-level characters, just talk about me, talk about me to your heart's content, and express your dissatisfaction with a high-class god like me!

I just like to see your jealous expressions on my face

"Hey, that werewolf. Why is he starting to laugh weirdly when he's sitting there? There's just a glass of water in front of him, nothing else."

"It's so pitiful. I'm afraid he has some mental problems. Maybe he's in debt."

The people at Brother Gou's table began to whisper again, and at this moment, a robot at Brother Gou's table raised his hand. He opened a shopping interface in the void, which was the purchasing channel within the fictional church, and then the robot I kindly ordered two drinks.

"Let's have a cup of motor oil coffee. By the way, I'll also order a drink for Mr. Werewolf opposite. Let him stop showing that perverted smile and have a drink to refresh himself."

The robot had good intentions, but when the God of Stories woke up from his fantasy time and looked at the sudden extra cup of motor oil coffee in front of him, his expression became as confused as Tom's.

"Ah, thank you for your kindness, but I'm not."

"Try it, Mr. Big Bad Wolf." The robot strongly recommended and started to drink.

The God of Stories frowned. Although as a god, it’s not a big deal to drink some engine oil and you won’t get upset anyway, but is this stuff really delicious?

Under the coaxing from Brother Dog, the God of Story could only take a small sip, but immediately, his frown suddenly relaxed!

To be honest, it actually tastes pretty good!

This machine oil coffee feels so soft and delicious in the mouth!

Have to taste it carefully!

The God of Stories took a sip and then took several more sips. The more he drank, the more endless the aftertaste he felt. After thanking the robot, he opened the internal shopping page of the fictional church and ordered a large can of oil coffee. , then stood up from the corner and took the initiative to sit at Brother Gou's table.

So Brother Gou and the others also chatted with the God of Stories:

"There are no werewolves in our Kingdom of Steam. Which world are you from? Tell us about your world?"

The God of Stories was a little surprised: "There are several large urban agglomerations in this world, but among so many urban agglomerations, there are no werewolves?"

The black dwarf sipped his beer: "Werewolves are quite solitary in character. Our world has too many people and is highly socialized, right? Wait a minute, so you are not."

The God of Stories smiled: "If you look at my dress, such a noble dress, you will know that I am not a loner in the dark place. They are just a race transformed by a curse, and I was born a werewolf. Looks like that, but I’m not a born orc, what should I say?”

"Oh! I know!" The troll drinking buddy next to him raised his finger: "You are a sudden mutant like Miss Malt! Because you are not gregarious, you were kicked out by your clan, right?"

God of Stories: "Yeah, that's it!"

Brother Dog: "Oh! So do you have a revenge plan?"

God of Stories: "What, what revenge.?"

Brother Gou's expression suddenly became very gossipy: "I mean, where are you going? What is your next ideal? You were kicked out of the tribe, haven't you thought about going back to pull their tails and beat them? Butt? The wolf king of your tribe must have humiliated you, right? Yes, I will order you a drink and an egg yolk pie. Can I listen to your revenge plan?"

The eyes of the God of Stories flickered. When the wolf's eyes became sinister, it meant that he didn't really want to eat egg yolk pie at this time.

"Okay, since you really want to hear it."

The God of Story certainly has no revenge plans.

But his authority is a story, and he can make one up right now.

And his storybook does include a pack of werewolves.

Although this is a fictional church, the God of Stories still wants to see if he can exploit some loopholes here. He thinks that the God of Fiction is currently busy playing a program and may not know that he is here.

Therefore, by spreading stories in his church, he will definitely drag the group of people in front of him into the nightmare of absurd stories.

This is not because he is actively looking for trouble, but because these people have been pestering him.

"So, a long time ago"

However, just when the God of Stories started with the classic "Once upon a time", his words suddenly stopped.

He stared at those wolf eyes!

The power of the God of Stories is triggered from the moment of telling a story, and will gradually attract the other person. But at this time, he saw a different glow from the people at this table!

Brother Gou has layers of halos of death on his body, which is the power of the God of Death. The black dwarf has a blood-red halo, which belongs to the power of the God of Sacrifice, while the troll has a layer of faint colored flames, which belongs to the power of the chanting poet, and the doctor has the red color of the God of War. White light, while the remaining workers and robots were covered with the gray-silver divine light of the Iron God.

A table full of saints and great believers? !