The World of Evil God game.

The dean's expression was very serious. Taking advantage of the heated conversation between Professor Linnier and the Archlich, he grabbed Professor Taylor's collar. His whole old face was very distorted, and his voice came out from between his teeth:

"Tyler, is this the person you hired?"

Professor Taylor's face was also very serious, and he swore righteously: "Dean, you know me. If I hired him, I would never hire just one paladin!"

Linnir (asked the archlich): "You just met a paladin?"

Archlich: "Holy shit, that's really awesome! This is the Sixth Age, right? There is no God of Holy Light, and that Holy Knight actually brought a bunch of Holy Light Priests to say it's magical or not!"

"Priests of the Holy Light! This is the Sixth Age. There is no God of Holy Light at all. Where did the Priests of the Holy Light come from? They excavated the ruins of the universe, found the corpses of the previous ultra-ancient priests, and resurrected them. Yet!"

The dean turned his head and looked back at Professor Taylor.

Professor Taylor: "Dean, you know me. If I hired you, I wouldn't just hire paladins and priests!"

Archlich (complaining to Linnier): "In addition to the Paladins and Priests, we also encountered several groups of world mercenaries, as well as space pirates led by a big insect, the Demon Swordsman Legion, and the Curse Wizard Group. Anyway, they are all The forces that can be hired to do work don’t know who hired them!”

"The nature is too vile!"

"The most outrageous thing is that there is a dragon. Can you believe it? Fortunately, my spellcasting level is better than that dragon, so I scared him away!"

Linnier was curious: "How did you scare him away?"

Arch Lich: "The dragon came up and said harsh words, and wanted to throw a forbidden curse at me, so I asked him, do you have a "Legendary Spellcasting Certificate"?"

"He said no. I said you don't have a "Legendary Spellcasting Certificate" and you can't use forbidden spells. That's illegal spellcasting. I asked him what certificate he had, and he said he had an "Apprentice Spellcasting Certificate."

"I took out my legendary spellcaster certificate, and then laughed at him for living for so many years without even having a legendary certificate, and he was still a magic apprentice. I went back to report him for illegally using high-level magic, and then he was immediately eighteen The brave men of the whole village gathered together to attack him."

"The dragon was so embarrassed by my scolding that he turned around and ran away, saying that he was going to take the exam and then come and kill me after the exam."

"It's a joke. I am an undead soul. When the time comes, I will find a grave to hide in and let him find me. I will not say anything when I find him."

The dean turned his head again and looked at Professor Taylor.

Professor Taylor: "Dean! You know me! If I hired them, I would never hire so many people!"

"Because my salary doesn't make that much money!"

Dean: "I think so. Damn, how much salary do I pay you in January? How can you hire so many people?"

Professor Taylor: "I only hired Paladins, I don't know about the others."

Dean: "You kid! Where did you find the Paladin?!"

Professor Taylor: Le (music).

"My Lord protects you! You were also attacked, weren't you!"

As another train arrived at the station, new contestants also arrived. As soon as they entered the station, they heard lichs and mages talking about being attacked. This group of people immediately gathered together, and their appearance was more... The undead are even more miserable!

This group of people were wearing power armor and looked like the trash guys from the Fallout game. The iron armor was full of wounds and traces of melting.

The leading garbage men sat down and almost collapsed the chairs at the station. They complained angrily:

"Damn, destruction mage! They came in a group, fifty people, big fireballs, overwhelming fireballs, I'm so fucked! They were so arrogant, they rushed directly into our 'Red Rust World'!"

"Wearing this suit of armor, I almost got beaten up and remade by them! These dogs are also very wretched. They ran away immediately after beating them up, leaving rubbish all over the floor, making it impossible to catch up!"

"We cleaned up the discarded materials again for a long time, and finally repaired the facilities that were damaged by them. We found that the train was delayed, otherwise it would have arrived long ago!"

The Great Lich immediately responded: "Yes, you are so unqualified! You do it just to get a high ranking. There is no spirit of fair competition at all!"

At the same time, two more trains entered the station, and with the billowing steam, new victims appeared again!

"If you can't solve the problem of the competition, it's too evil to solve the people participating in the competition!"

The alchemists are here. Although they are representatives of innate evil, the alchemists all have a heart to pursue the truth. This is eternal, no matter they are doing any human experiments on themselves or doing things everywhere. The alchemists sign a contract with the devil, or trick the devil into doing math problems. Alchemists say that all this is to obtain the truth!

"Someone shot me with a steam rifle and he said it was the truth!"

The alchemists were obviously going crazy. Their hair seemed to have been permed by plasma, their entire faces were pitch black, their eyes were wide open, and they looked horrifyingly like creatures from the abyss.

"There's even a flamethrower!"

"I just made a big formation, stood 500 meters away, and with one move, I melted his soul directly into the rifle, and then his gang took him and ran away, haha, you deserve it!"

"You are not as good as me, the one with the flamethrower, I will directly transform him into a fire elemental creature. Say goodbye to his second brother, he will be useless in the future!"

"That's wrong, the fire element is very burning. A real man must use the fire element! You are helping him! Why are you rewarding him!"

The alchemists' mental condition was obviously abnormal, and even the mages, lichs, and trash guys didn't dare to speak.

But their silence is the greatest sympathy for these inherently evil alchemists.

The second group of people seemed much more normal.

The victorious believers of the Church of Victory, they are loyal servants of the Last Snake. As a god who likes to help the weak and especially likes to watch the comeback, the believers of the Last Snake are among the weakest among all races. The most bullied and oppressed group of people.

Then they believed in the Last Snake, and immediately reversed their failed lives and began to succeed. However, the price of the Last Snake was that they would face greater failure after success. At the moment of victory, they were destined to suffer an even more tragic defeat.

So in order to prolong their victory state as much as possible, the believers who must win came up with a wonderful method. Even the last snake had to lament whether they were really geniuses.

"Why do you look so unscathed? Didn't you encounter an attack?"

The trash guys were the first to ask.

The Believers of Victory wear cyan-blue snake scale robes with a laurel wreath of victory on their chests. They look mysterious and strange, with the aura of a villain, but when they speak, they say something cowardly:

"We knelt down and begged for mercy and gave them our wallets and then slapped ourselves in the face so they stopped hitting us."

"How did you come to the country of steam if you don't have money?" The trash guys were all shocked.

The believer who must win raised a finger: "Hey, this is what we call winning and losing. The more useless I lose, the more glorious I will be when I win."

"First kowtow to them twice to make them feel good, then give them money to make them feel good again, then kneel down and lick their smelly feet, making them feel so good that they will go to heaven. At this time, we will launch an attack!"

"We are invincible and will win!"

"After this wave of fighting, we not only got our own money back, but also stole their money and their equipment! Then we encountered the same attack method on the road again, and we kept kneeling and kowtowing, begging for mercy first. , and then start a violent counterattack, and this will continue in an infinite cycle, so that we will never lose!"

"The law of victory has been completed when I kowtow to you!"