How Did It Become a River Crab?

The actual power, judging from the fact that it killed four middle and low-level fighters in the Holy Skin Cult just now, the output is obviously online. The only problem is that the battery life is relatively not very good.But it's also an expected flaw.From this point of view, as long as Mo Lan invests properly and uses some leftovers reasonably, he will soon be able to cultivate several high-quality individual combat forces in this world.

Even now, Mo Lan can directly turn Philomena into a regional fierce girl, but considering that the current set of evil gods is still a net investment, and the benefits have not yet appeared, it is not appropriate to spend all the salary Therefore, Mo Lan decided to take it one step at a time, and decide how much to invest based on the subsequent benefits of this set.Otherwise, the money thrown in will be confiscated and the dishes brought up will be too much, and he will be in the annual collection of mentally handicapped bars the next day.

"How about it, do you like it?" After thinking about this, Mo Lan looked at Philomena who was still a little unbelievable, and asked awkwardly out of the consideration of an active atmosphere.

Hearing Morrison's frivolous, mocking, but gentle voice, Philomena woke up like a dream, stepped over the corpse on the ground, knelt respectfully in front of the magic circle, and said in a trembling voice: "Thank you, my lord. Your devout followers are very satisfied."

"You can use the word [I] instead of calling yourself living water into six characters. No water will be allowed in the future, just use [I]. My brain hurts."

Morrison used words that Philomena could not understand. It seemed that words belonging to an ancient country lightly clicked into her mind, which made her tremble subconsciously. After struggling to understand the meaning of the words, she immediately continued. : "You... I understand, my lord, but, but... I still have a humble question, and I want to ask for your answer."

"Say it quickly, don't make a fool of yourself."

"Yes... I just want to know, what price do I have to pay for such great power?"

This is what Philomena has been worrying about. She has indeed chosen Mosleyland, but this does not mean that she can accept all of the evil god in the first place. She is ready to become the evil god in order to survive and revenge Preparations for playthings, but this [plaything] refers to the tragic and terrifying ending of growing dozens of eyes, becoming a slime, and becoming a deep diver. There will be some resistance and worry, so even if she is extremely scared, Philomena still can't help asking this question. No matter what the answer is, it's better to know than not to know.

Upon hearing this, Mo Lan immediately replied: "Your question is on point. There is indeed a troublesome part of your skill."

"Please, please advise." Philomena's heart immediately rose.

"Ah, this..." Mo Lan clicked on the skill in the gift bar, read it silently, and said, "You can only use this skill fifteen times."

"What will happen to me when I'm done?"

"It can't be used anymore." Mo Lan said inexplicably: "But you can rely on a method to fill up its usage times."

Philomena's heart rose again: "Excuse me... what should I do?"

"It's simple." Morrison's tone was very relaxed, but the more this happened, the more terrified Philomena became.

"When you need to replenish the number of uses, find a better bed to sleep in."

"How do I need to fall asleep?" Philomena felt that she understood. Presumably, she would suffer endless torture in her dreams... But even so, once the power is tasted, it is hard to let go. If it is for revenge, No matter how painful the torture and abuse, she was mentally prepared.

"Sleep how you usually sleep." Mo Lan said, "But there is a condition that must be met."

Philomena's heart was raised again, only to hear Mosleyland paused, and continued: "...you have to sleep for seven hours."

"What will I be doing in my dream during these seven hours?"

"What kind of dreams do you like to be yours? How can I care about this?" Morrison sneered, "But when you wake up..."

"After waking up...?"

"...The number of skills will be restored."

"?"

Philomena looked up, blinking blankly.

... No, what about the key steps?

Mo Lan nodded and said, "How is it? Is it troublesome? It's hypocritical to use PP for this Pokémon's skill. You don't have PP potion, so you can only recover by resting. You can save it."

Philomena: "...Really, just, a normal sleep?"

"Then why not?" Mo Lan was a little puzzled.

"Without torture?"

"If you have insomnia one day, it may be more torture."

"Don't need to be transformed by you in the dream, play... play with the body?"

"I am a god of integrity. If there is such a need, I will consider dating. Please respect my profession."

"Won't you overdraw your lifespan?"

"It should not be as harmful to life span as insomnia."

"..."

At this moment, Philomena finally realized a question.

The painting style of this evil god in front of him... seems to be a bit off.

Chapter 3.5 Initial Penance ([-]K)

After answering Philomena's silly question in Mo Lan's opinion, Mo Lan went straight to the point and told the girl how she would initially develop her forces, accumulate combat power, retake her town, and The town served as a springboard for a large-scale development of the denomination's plans.And with the sentence [Do you have any opinions? 】 Make a knot.

After listening to Mosleyland's statement and the final question, Philomena's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and she fell into a brief silence.

At this moment, she felt that she had fully understood the motives and goals of God Morrison. He should be an evil god who returned from a different space. Like all the previous gods, he wanted to share his share in this world. A piece of the pie, gaining authority and power, just like other evil gods in the past, but because it cannot facilitate the underground world itself, it has to start from a remote area like Lan Enlu Southwest, concentrate on developing its own power, spreading its own beliefs, Relying on the feedback of faith will become a great cause.

This is a very standard template for the rise of the evil god sect, and Philomena knows very well that once she agrees, even if she regains the town of Edwins and avenges her parents and the dead townspeople, this town will never stop. No longer is the hometown she is familiar with, but it will become the back garden of this evil god and the starting point for his tentacles to spread.

But she is also very clear that she has no right to refuse. Up to now, she has accepted the power of the gods and sworn her faith. From this moment on, any disobedience will be a betrayal of the gods.The so-called question is just a way to test loyalty (of course we all know that Mo Lan really wants to ask...), her only choice is to bow her head and say yes.

Moreover, at this moment, even if Philomena still maintains her sanity and sobriety as the daughter of a nobleman and the heir of a small town who has been trained for several years, and knows the identity of the evil god of Mosleyland, no matter when she is about to sink into death, The act of being pulled up and giving her a new life, as well as the unbelievably small price [ying zi qiu] enough to make her one of the well-known mages in the southwestern border, and even that handsome and gentle look, all made her Unknowingly, she developed a little attachment to this new god, making her willing to believe in Mosleyland's motives.

So she said softly:

"Everything is according to the will of our Lord."

It is undoubtedly stupid to believe in the moral level of an evil god. Such an existence is not evil, but may simply be incomprehensible to the word [morality]. But even so, Philomena found that she was saying this sentence , when she chose to obey his choice, her heart was much more relaxed than she imagined. This thought made her laugh at herself, but at this moment, she decided to keep this feeling.

After all, from now on, this illusory young man in front of her will be her pillar.

"That's fine." Mo Lan nodded. Since all the sisters who have claimed it think it is feasible, there should be no problem: "In this case, let's discuss how to do the first step."

"Please order."

"First of all..." Mo Lan opened her current [Sect Information], and briefly glanced at it:

【Muslilan sect】

Sect size: Level 1 (small association with only a few members or even one person)

Number of believers: 1 (including 0 general believers, 1 pious believers, and 0 fanatics)

Sect function: bestow, receive sacrifices

Available functions at the next level: mobile sacrificial array, assignment of responsibilities, oracle communication sect warehouse: [+1 sharp dagger]

Bestow column: [Shadow Ball → Philomena]

Faith bonus: None

One-sentence evaluation: The small association that has just sprung up in the southwestern border of Lan Enlu is still in its infancy and is not known to everyone. On average, ten such associations appear every day and nine disappear. I hope you are the lucky one .

Obviously, today's Moslilan sect is poor, not only has only one believer, but also has poor functions and belief bonuses, or no at all.The only thing in the sect warehouse is Philomena's own dagger, which is basically at the stage of self-indulgence. At this stage, the most important thing to do is to increase the scale of the sect, and then find a way to sacrifice this Let alone shit, the bird was moved out of the cave that it would never even enter.

As long as the scale of the sect is raised to level 2, Mo Lan will be able to have basic functions such as mobile sacrificial array, duty distribution and oracle communication. The first item allows his believers to perform corresponding rituals and obtain his permission. Move your own sacrificial array to another place, the assignment of responsibilities is to appoint internal positions such as the leader, and the oracle communication allows Mo Lan to connect with important sect members remotely, each of which is very important.

Therefore, Mo Lan thought for a while and asked, "Do you know the nearby terrain?"

"I traveled with the caravan in several city-states, small towns and settlements in the southwestern border, and I can roughly distinguish the direction and find the way." Philomena kept her head bowed and replied cautiously: "My original The idea is to escape from this direction and hide in the nearest market town."

"nice."

To Philomena, these words were like God’s mocking exclamation when watching an ant lift a grain of rice, but Mo Lan really didn’t mean that. In a world with this level of technology in the Middle Ages, It is not easy for civilians without the assistance of extraordinary power to recognize the roads in an area, and it is not easy to ensure that they do not get lost. After all, there is no immoral map here, and the roads are not stereotyped. It is also normal to expose corpses in the wilderness in the ditch.

Mo Lan had a feeling before that the girl Philomena looked fundamentally different from ordinary ladies. One was that she could poke the enemy Ding Ding, and the other was that she could persist for a few days under the pursuit of the Holy Skin Cultists. , this perseverance hidden under the extremely beautiful appearance must be one of the reasons why the system chose her for Mo Lan.

"In that case...do you have any money?"

"When I fled, I brought a few platinum coins that I could find at home. I lost some on the way, and now I have one left. In addition, there are three or four scattered gold coins."

Mo Lan refrained from complaining inappropriately [Aren't platinum coins used to learn skills? ], and asked about the purchasing power of this platinum coin, Philomena gave Mo Lan a few examples that were extremely reasonable and the economic system did not collapse at all. It's a fortune.

What, you ask me why don't I give these examples?

Because I am an author who is very good at numbers, the pinnacle of economics knowledge in my life is the content of the high school political exam. If I mention it, the economic system will collapse. Everyone can make do with it and make up for it.

"In this case, I will give you a mission now." Mo Lan continued: "I hope you can resume the road as quickly as possible, first go to the market town you mentioned to rest for a while, and then arrive in the vicinity in the shortest possible time The settlement with the farthest straight-line distance of the Holy Skin Cult, and there, relying on the funds in your hands, find a way to quickly and covertly recruit some believers for me, no matter the quality or piety, if you can make up the number of people, at least believe it. Just me alone, try to gather a dozen or more, and then a series of mantras will automatically appear in your mind, I want you to recite this mantra in a safe place, and put me Move the sacrificial array to that point, after that, we will discuss the next step.”

In this way, Mo Lan can achieve several goals at the same time, such as increasing the scale, relocating the magic circle, and keeping Philomena away from the dangerous area. First, he will pull up the most basic group of believers, and then consider the remaining issues.

"I understand." Philomena replied immediately, "Excuse me...what kind of power and authority should I declare to the new believers?"

"Ah?" Mo Lan was stunned for a moment before realizing it. The human version of this sentence should be [What benefits should I give them, what cakes should I draw? ], "...Let's just say that I can heal their injuries, fill their stomachs, and relieve their pain. This should be the simplest."

"Follow your will." Filomena endured the pain from the wounds all over her body, and raised her head, "Then, shall I move now—"

"Wait a minute." At this moment, Mosleyland raised his hand, condensed his palm into a solid body, gently supported Philomena's chin, and turned her face to the side with gentle force, looking at the wound on her face.

Just when Philomena was overwhelmed by this sudden touch, Mosleyland sighed and said, "My fault, I didn't notice just now...you close your eyes."

Philomena obeyed this order subconsciously, and closed her eyes nervously. About ten seconds later, she felt a wave of clear and sweet water hit her face, which tasted like sweet melon juice , soaked into every corner of the skin, and poured into the tip of the tongue, making the taste buds jump with joy. The water wave is fleeting, leaving no stickiness. Under the dry touch, there is only the fragrance of honeydew melon, and the burning pain has disappeared. It's like it never existed.

"Okay."

Accompanied by these words, Philomena gently opened her eyes, brushed her fingers over the scars on her face and body, raised her head, and met Mosleyland's smiling eyes: "Go, be careful on the road , if my first believer dies on the way, I will be depressed for a long time."

"Excuse me..." Philomena hesitated and asked, "How long do I have to wait?"

"After you recite that mantra, I will respond to you in a short time." Mosleyland's eyes wandered for a moment, as if he was looking at something, "About... five or six days later."

Mo Lan is actually looking at the relative time velocity of this world. He is in the state of time synchronization at this moment, so he can communicate with Philomena normally. The reason why he took more than ten seconds to treat her before is because he temporarily After exiting for a while, the little old melon was also pulled into the synchronization, which took some more time.

"I understand."

Seeing this, Philomena stood up, put her hands on the hem of the skirt, gently pulled up the hem of the skirt that had been torn out of shape either by herself or by the branches, and performed a standard skirt-raising ceremony to Mo Lan.

"May your majesty fill the sky."

Afterwards, Philomena clenched the dagger tightly, turned around, picked up the torch in the hands of the corpse on the ground, lit it, and headed out of the cave until her figure disappeared around the corner, Mo Lan couldn't help complaining One sentence: "...Then Kakashi will be exhausted to death?"

After a while, Philomena stepped out of the cave, found the right direction, and was about to leave, but she couldn't help but turned around and looked at the hole behind her that she thought was the road of despair.

After staring at it for a few seconds, she extinguished the torch, picked up the backpack and useful sundries left by the Holy Skin cultists on the ground, and stepped towards the nearest market town.

Much later, on the religious murals of the Moslilan sect, this scene will be called: [The First Penance]...

Opened a new group!

The group number is 362581591, the group name is greedy for playing river crabs, there is a problem of joining the group without difficulty, those who can't join the old group can add this, and those who have already joined, don't add it, otherwise it will be full of 4 characters and [-] characters a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words a hundred words [-] Characters [-] Characters [-] Characters Chapter [-] Operation Against the Heavens ([-]K)

After finishing the first attempt of [starting to make the evil god set today], Mo Lan also stood up, and after dealing with some miscellaneous issues, she went offline temporarily, preparing to wait until tomorrow morning to observe Filo Mina's status and sect changes.

Today's game time is basically over here, and the next plan is tomorrow, first to watch the follow-up of the evil god set, and then to help Time Lock play the sweet duo dungeon he said, and then two tickets Ben, first play Evolution Island, and then play the random strange talk ticket book, as for the rest of the day...

Mo Lan first spent an afternoon processing some of the backlog of post-editing work and sent it up, revised and revised it, ordered a bowl of chicken nuggets for dinner and added a marinated egg, and then made a bowl of seaweed eggs The flower soup was declared complete. Afterwards, he sat in front of the computer, opened the search page, and entered the words "Chronicles of the Ten Thousand Gods".

When I saw the name of this world for the first time before, Mo Lan remembered that it was a panoramic MMORPG online game from Japan. In my impression, my old sister Mo Xuan thought about waiting for the national server to be opened, so that the studio’s Part of the resources went in to test the waters, but she never heard her mention it again, and Mo Lan herself hadn't paid attention to this game, so, apart from the name, Mo Lan was very concerned about the game she randomly got. The various settings of the world can be said to be ignorant, so it is natural to make up for it now.