After the evil god was mistaken for a weak cannon fodder [Unlimited]

【…】

[The reason is being determined...]

[The reason is reasonable and the identification is successful. 】

【——Parental love is the greatest. 】

Jian Bumian didn't expect his unintentional move to be successful. He continued to ask: "So, is this thing I identified a god or a monster?"

In fact, it doesn't matter which one it is, as long as it doesn't prevent him from eating the other party.

【…】

The Scarlet Letter fell silent.

After a while, a new text pops up again.

[He is the God of Darkness. 】

[However, whether he is a god who can save mankind and eliminate the plague, please judge by yourself. 】

The scarlet letter disappeared.

The dim oil lamp light flickered, Jane Bumian stood up slowly, touched the little boy's fluffy head, and said with a smile: "Look, didn't I bring you to see Dad?"

The little boy didn't speak, he lowered his head, clutching the corner of Jane's sleepless clothes.

Can't tell if happy or unhappy.

Jane Bumian felt that she couldn't fathom the child's emotions.

If a child wants a father, he will bring him to be his godfather. Isn't this something to be happy about?

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by.

The flickering oil lamps were blown out instantly, and a few seconds later, the lights were strangely lit again, and the long corridor was filled with dark yellow flames for a moment.

Jane Bumian subconsciously looked at the painting in front of her.

...the person in the painting disappeared!Only the empty background remains in the painting.

The audience in the live broadcast room were instantly terrified, but Jian Bumian was overjoyed.

...He didn't even bother to pick the food out of the painting?

The next moment, the little boy who didn't know what he saw suddenly had a stiff face, his pale hands clutched Jane's sleepless white robe, and whispered: "Mom, mom, I don't want daddy anymore..."

Jian Bumian blinked and opened his eyes again, as expected, a tall figure stood quietly in the dark place in front of him.

The man still maintains the posture in the painting, eyes half closed, standing in the darkness, he is like a perfect and cold ancient Roman sculpture, obviously not moving a bit, but it can make people feel the deep fear from the bone.

But Jane can't sleep, but she doesn't feel fear, only excitement, and her long-hungry appetite is just around the corner.

He licked his lips, and the lips that were very suitable for kisses left light traces of water.

I don't know what the dark god NPC will taste like.

A taste of Black Forest Cake?

The man suddenly opened his eyes, golden pupils appeared in his long and narrow eyes. He lowered his eyes and saw Jane Bumian who was a lot shorter than him.

The magnetic and steady voice, like an expensive cello, sounded slowly: "You are..."

Jane Bumian is too lazy to report her family background, and she doesn't want to be as lazy as the previous dungeon.

He stood obediently, raised his head, and said very politely: "Sir, can I eat you?"

His voice is still very soft, without any temper, it would be very suitable for talking about love and singing, but unfortunately he only wants to ask for food.

After hearing Jane's sleepless request, the man frowned slightly.

Jane Bumian: "..."

If this NPC doesn't agree, he can only fight hard.

Although this does seem very immoral, after all, he and this NPC were a loving family just a second ago.

Want to eat the opponent in the next second.

The man's golden eyes moved slightly, and he said coldly, "You want to eat me?"

Jane Bumian nodded, her beautiful face showed no hesitation.

The man was silent for a moment, and slowly approached Jane Bumian, his military boots stepped on the carpet like some kind of big cat, without any noise, very dangerous.

"It's not impossible."

Jane Bumian's eyes lit up, and the corners of her mouth were filled with joy.

The man continued in a deep voice:

"But only a little."

The man's thin lips bit the black glove lightly, and the glove fell to the ground. His sharp teeth cut through the long pale fingertips, and thick red blood flowed out.

He leaned over, caught off guard Jane Bumian's chin, and wiped the blood on the other's lips.

The touch of the teenager's lips was warm and soft, reminiscent of some kind of delicious jelly.

The bright red blood bloomed between his lips like a gorgeous flower bud.

Jane Bumian subconsciously sticks out the tip of her tongue, licking away the blood from her lips.

...The blood of NPCs is different from that of ordinary players. It contains powerful power, which can make Jane Bumian feel unprecedented comfort, and something seems to be rushing out from the depths of her soul.

He opened his eyes wide, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and all in front of him was the extremely handsome face of this NPC, almost cheek to cheek with him.

……not enough.

Too little, not enough to eat.

Jane Sleepless wanted to eat more.

But the man said in a cold voice without mercy: "I can only give you this little."

Jane Sleepless: "????"

???

Being an NPC can't be such a dog!

"And for a small reward."

Jane Bumian: "..."

Why not say it before eating?

Strong buy strong sell!

Even so, Jane Bumian held back her inner dissatisfaction. After all, people really need to pay for food, and they can’t go whoring for nothing. He said softly, "What kind of reward, I don't have any money..."

The man let go of Jane Bumian's chin, lowered his eyes, staring at the other's lips that had just been stained with his own blood, his eyes were deep.

"In this world, put me together."

"..."

Jane Bumian didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

He was about to ask, but the man had disappeared into the darkness, and there was no figure in the oil painting.

...This NPC, asking him to help put himself together?

It's not a puzzle, how to put it together?

Jian Bumian frowned, and he clicked on the live broadcast room to hear the opinions of the audience.

But the audience did not see the scene where the man fed him blood, nor did they hear the conversation between the man and him.

The camera in the live broadcast room stayed at the moment when Jian Bumian identified the portrait as "the child's father".

Then the live broadcast room got stuck like never before!

All the audience scratched their heads.

After a few minutes, the screen reappeared in the live broadcast room.

The person in the portrait has disappeared.

——The audience all noticed that there were light red marks on Jane's sleepless lips.

On Jian Bumian's white and sharp chin, even faint finger marks can be seen, obviously pinched by a man.

[Ahhh, has my wife been kissed? ! 】

[Tell me quickly, I was kissed, kissed, and kissed hard! 】

[My wife's lips are so tender, I can't stand kissing Hashiha! 】

【Ah, my wife got her chin pinched and her mouth popped/////】

Jane Bumian: "..."

Why are the audience so imaginative this year?

He and NPC obviously only have food relationship.

Jian Bumian obediently explained: "I didn't kiss anyone, it's just that when I was talking, I accidentally bit my lip and it bled."

He really didn't look like he would kiss anyone casually.

Jane Sleepless turned off the live broadcast room.

The little boy who had been silent all the time, tugged at the corner of Jane's sleepless clothes: "Mom, let's go back, I, I don't want to see Dad anymore..."

"..."

Jane Bumian: "Why?"

The child's tone was very straightforward without any disguise: "I don't think my father is a good person. I saw him bullying my mother."

Jane Bumian: "..."

When a child sees "blood", it is indeed easy to think of bullying.

Jane Bumian patted the top of the little boy's blond hair: "I don't like your dad either."

Who likes black/heart strong buyers and strong sellers?

******

Twelve in the morning.

Jian Bumian was able to survive because the reason for the identification was correct.

Now there are only a few players gathered in the church hall in twos and threes, and most of them are old players.

They have referred to the reasons for the identification of many failed players, and speculated that the reason for the identification may be related to the background of this dungeon.

Even if their reasons for identification are barely reasonable, the ones identified are not gods, but monsters.

Some players were killed by monsters, and a small number of players survived.

They were covered in blood, suffered large and small injuries, and were in a panic.

In the center of the dome of the church, line after line of scrolling text appeared.

What appears are the names of the surviving players, and the "things" they've identified.

Either the source of the Black Death infection, or a strange monster.

When Jian Bumian walked down the spiral staircase, Jian Bumian's name appeared in the scrolling text.

[Player Jane does not sleep, the reason for the identification is reasonable, and the result of the identification is the God of Darkness. 】

Jian Bumian actually identified a god? !

Some players looked happy.

"We found a god, does this mean that we can perform the sacrificial ceremony?! After completing the sacrificial ceremony, we can clear the level!!"

A new scarlet letter appeared in the dome.

[Note, players need to find the "correct god" before they can perform the sacrificial ceremony. 】

The huge blood-red text, like rows of insurmountable giant walls, weighs heavily on the players.

The right god...?

The rules released at the beginning of this dungeon did emphasize the need for "the correct god".

This proves that there is more than one god in this dungeon.

And players need to distinguish who is the correct god.

But... there are only two days left, and they will use one of the days to hold the sacrificial ceremony, which means that they must find out all the gods before the end of tomorrow, and then choose who is the correct god.

Much needs to be done.

It is also very life-consuming...

All players looked heavy.

Jane Bumian sat on the window sill, letting the sun fall on her body, her whole body was warmed by the sun, the breeze blew up her robe, revealing the young white and slender ankles, and the golden anklet made a crisp sound against the wind.

Jane Sleepless's speculation is the same as what the players thought.

There is more than one god in this dungeon.

He raised his hand, carelessly rubbing the head of the little boy next to him. The child's hair was so soft that it felt like a kitten with golden gradient.

The little boy's attention is on the players in the church.

No matter how strong the sun was, there was still a gloomy atmosphere of death among the players.

He sat down beside Jane Bumian, clinging to her tightly, and softly whispered: "Mom, I'm afraid..."

He quietly took his mother's hand, wanting to hold hands with her.

It's a pity that Jane Bumian didn't give her a hand, and just focused on the child.

I have to say that this NPC is very good-looking, with thick eyelashes, excessively large blue eyes, soft golden hair, milky white skin, and immature and lovely facial features.

Like the little angels in Western paintings, with blonde hair and blue eyes, with small wings, the kind that surrounds women and plays trumpets.

Angel……?

Jane Bumian narrowed her eyes.

...Since there is a God of Darkness in this dungeon, is there a God of Light who is the opposite of the God of Darkness?

As for who the God of Light is, Jian Bumian quietly thought of the answer.

It's really easy to guess.

Just as Jane Bumian was thinking, a scream broke out among the players.

"The statue in the palace is gone!!"

The author has something to say:

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Completed the text:

Shen Lie was an illegitimate child who was neglected. He was confined in the manor and could not go out to meet people.

He was delicate and pretty, with a slender body, like a poor little canary.

One day, an app was added to his mobile phone, which can link countless virtual worlds. ——He is the creator of those worlds, who can call wind and rain, and mobilize all things.

horror world.

He made the appearance of the scariest ghost, with a festive appearance BGM.

"Wishing you good luck" was actually the only kindness this ghost received.

Orc world.

He turned the monarch, who was born lacking in emotion, into a willful pink cat ball.

Monarch: ... (Hiss, it feels good to be rua)

Western fantasy world.

The most unpopular demon race has been turned into the most popular race by him.

A bunch of fluffy little bats with low self-esteem are flattered, little bats: Chi Chi Chi QAQ!

They thought it was just a prank at first, but later they found out that it was a warm and lovely favor from the creator.

Later, the APP broke through the dimensional wall, and the world lines merged.

They found that their majesty was confined in the manor, with no one caring about him, with a thin body and pale complexion. He couldn't even connect to the Internet with his mobile phone, so he could only immerse himself in that strange APP every day.

People from all plane worlds are angry!

They don't care about such messy things as "illegitimate children" and "rich families".

The great and warm Creator must never be treated like this! ! !

*Healing sweet text of mutual redemption.

*Don't be afraid of loneliness, believe in warmth.