Because I'm too afraid of being unlucky, I'm all lucky.

"Alice is right. He is not worthy to be called a male god at all. It is more appropriate to describe him as a bitch."

The green-haired male god Kleia had a bit of contempt in his tone.

"Stop talking, it's coming again, let's think about how to deal with this disgusting guy first."

Ackerman, holding a huge sword, still has a calm and indifferent face, and his small body contains huge power.

"It's really disgusting. Things like this, no wonder why Rachel failed to lead the team last time. I don't know what happened to the guy with a problem with his clothes."

Kirill was still naked, and his usual debauchery had also subsided, because just now some guy who liked to wear a suit sacrificed himself to let them escape.

"Ah~ It's been a long time since I felt this way. Is this a sin? I really want to devour it and see what is in the deepest part."

Milia, the God of Sins, put one hand in her mouth, bringing crystal saliva in and out when she spoke, and extended her other hand downwards to caress.

Her black hair was a bit messy, but it added a bit of enchanting and lazy charm to her, which made people wonder.

In her eyes, there was no sadness of the death of her "colleague", just a bit of fanaticism.

Chapter 610

Eight, oh no, now there are only seven left.

The seven main gods looked at the scene below with solemn eyes.

There are no buildings to be seen on the ground, instead, something like mud is flowing slowly. The mud has a scarlet color, and the pungent and rancid smell fills the entire space.

Bubbles rose one by one and burst open on the surface of the mud. The moment they burst, there seemed to be wailing from the depths of hell.

In the middle of the mud pool, there are constant ups and downs, and tentacles like granulation are constantly rising up, struggling to climb towards the sky, like a pair of hands trying to grab the rope that does not exist, and let them leave the eternal sinking world. abyss.

Seen from a very high place in the sky, it looks like a big mouth, greedily trying to devour the whole world.

"Does this thing have a godhead?"

Alice shot an arrow from her longbow, like a mud cow into the sea, without any response, and her arrow could have shot a small world!

"Who knows, but no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like someone will believe in it."

Resemia's divine sense cut off some of the buds close to them, and if they were stuck by this thing, even they would inevitably be polluted.

"I have a strange feeling, Reinhardt, do you feel it? There seems to be a familiar smell in this thing."

The green-haired male god Kleia frowned, feeling a little ominous in his heart.

Reinhardt, whose arm had grown back, held his artifact in his hand, which was a huge bone stick.

"You can't be wrong... this thing... is Lashiel."

The mane on Reinhardt's body stood on end, obviously he was now extremely angry.

Several other gods showed shocked expressions, looking at the monster below, silent.

………………

Zhang Xuansheng followed the team towards the "Holy City".

On the way, he knew the name of the female knight who was the leader of the rebel squad, her name was Sylbetty Marcy.

Marcie said that her ancestor was once one of the cardinals of the old church. It was considered a glorious family, and her understanding of history far surpassed that of commoners in the Western Continent.

Because of her ancestors' shadow, Marcie had received some education and training since she was a child. It is said that the environment was not so bad when she was a child, and she could barely eat enough.

Today, without grudges and magic, she has obvious disadvantages in fighting as a woman. If she doesn't have good physical fitness, she will definitely not be able to take the position of captain.

Of course, her commander's combat literacy is also very important. At least her adjutant, Jacob, looks taller and "stronger", but he can't be a commander if he has no strength.

For a team of 100 people, it sounds ridiculous to say that the leader is the commander, but in fact there are very few people in the rebel army, and there are even fewer teams with a size of [-] people. Marcie's team is already considered a relatively elite team.

Marcy told Henry Zhang that their team had attacked two Protestants, although they had paid a considerable price.

On the way, Zhang Xuansheng also learned a lot of information from the other party, such as what happened to the Protestants.

The evil gods here do not rely on the power of faith at all, and those Protestants do not need to believe in evil gods, they just sell their souls to the devil in exchange for the power of eternal life.

Immortality sounds wonderful, and it is said that Protestants do not need food to sustain life.

So what is the price?

Every Protestant, after selling his soul to the evil god, can gain more or less extraordinary power, but everything from appearance to soul will become distorted.

The change in appearance varies from person to person, some will become ferocious and terrifying, while others will become enchanting, beautiful and handsome on the contrary.

The distortion of the soul tends to be common. No matter how kind, cowardly, and humble a Protestant was before the mutation, after becoming a Protestant, he will become evil, crazy, and want to kill all the living things he sees.

Even if they met fellow Protestants, they would kill each other.

Protestants vary in strength, but they seem to have growth potential. Marcie's team can only deal with some degenerates who have just become Protestants, and they cannot deal with powerful Protestants.

About three hours later, Henry Zhang and the others arrived at the holy city of New Thatcher.

Henry Zhang has not experienced the feeling of walking slowly step by step purely on his own feet for a long time.

It is said to be a holy city, but the walls are only temporary piles of rubble.

"The ninth squad of the second guard of the Holy Knights, Xilu Betty Macy, request to enter the city."

Marcy came to the bottom of the city and shouted to the top.

A fire was lit above, reflected by a mirror, and cast down. After confirming that it was Marci herself, the door was opened to let people into the city.

When entering the city, Marcie did not specifically report Henry Zhang's situation. This was Henry Zhang's order in advance, and he didn't want to make a fuss, not to mention that he was no different from these mortals at this time.

After the team entered the city, Henry Zhang had time to inspect the holy city, but what he saw was the vast darkness.

His consciousness also couldn't break through the 24-hour Rubik's Cube limit. For the first time, he felt how inconvenient it was to be a mortal. Without light, you couldn't even move in the dark.

Darkness is common sense, because in the case of hunger all over the land, fuel is obviously a scarce resource, and even the fires on the top of the city are always burning alternately.

Marcie's team, if it wasn't for fighting before, wouldn't light the torch easily.

His consciousness was banned, but his eyesight and hearing were still excellent. Walking on the quiet street, he could faintly detect the movement of the houses on both sides.

There seemed to be several people living in each room. Judging from the frequency and intensity of breathing, there were women and children.

There are no old people, because in this environment, the old people will consciously give up their hope of life to the young people, and stop wasting limited food.

"Marcie, you're back, do you have any supplies for this trip?"

Walking all the way to the center of the city, I finally saw the light again. A group of people seemed to be holding some sort of battle meeting there, and a middle-aged man in standard armor stood up and greeted Marcie.

Of course, the rebel team of Marcie's size did not go out to hunt Protestants full-time, but paid more attention to collecting supplies. There are still many children in the Holy City who need nutritious food, and the parents of those children are fighting with Protestants. Died in battle.

In addition to food, some medical supplies and sanitary supplies are also necessary.

"Report to the Chief of the Holy Guard..."

Marcie was a little emboldened, because they traveled for a month and did not bring back any supplies, and what they occasionally found on the road was not enough for their army's domestic needs.

But after thinking about it, she was not discouraged, because she found the god this time!

Chapter 610

"Who is this?"

The head of the holy guard interrupted Marcie, and looked warily at the man in white behind Marcie. Even under the dim light of the fire, it was difficult to conceal his peerless face.

But now that the domestic environment is like this, everyone can't get enough to eat, how can there be a man with such a gentle face?Except Protestants!

For a moment, he thought that the child Marcie had also fallen and led wolves into the house.

But out of trust in his subordinates, he still didn't call for action immediately, but asked vigilantly.

"Holy Guard, it is my god who has returned, and my god has returned to save us!"

Mentioning this, Marcy said excitedly, and the other team members were also full of enthusiasm, which made Henry Zhang a little embarrassed.

He can understand the excitement of these people after seeing hope in despair, but he is really not a god. After he came to God Creation Realm, he hated the word "God" more and more.

"Chirp—"

There was a piercing long sound, accompanied by the sound of the rocket soaring into the sky.

Without giving Marcie any chance to defend herself, the head of the holy guard, Kantel, immediately ordered the adjutant to launch a rocket, and all the troops in the city that were still on standby gathered here in an orderly manner.

my god?

How can there be a god in this world?

If there were, they would have been abandoned long ago.

In his opinion, Marcy must have been deceived by this weird Protestant with some kind of evil method.

As far as he knew, all Protestants who could manipulate people's hearts were powerful, and there was likely to be a bitter battle in the holy city tonight.

But he wasn't flustered, because there was a holy lady sitting here.

"Cantor Saint Guard?"

Marcie was a little puzzled, but after she calmed down a little, she also realized that something seemed wrong with her performance. Being too excited and fanatical caused a misunderstanding instead.

After all, the Chief of the Holy Guard of Kantel did not see the previous scene.

"Mr. Kantel, please don't rush to use force. It's just a fearless waste of war supplies. Marcie's statement is not accurate. I am indeed not a god."

Seeing this, Henry Zhang stepped forward and explained.

But what greeted him was a powerful slash from the chief of the holy guard of Kantel, and with a ding, the broad-edged sword broke off.

Henry Zhang can’t interfere with reality, and reality can’t interfere with him.

"You still say you're not a Protestant, Marcie, back off!"

Kantel roared angrily, and issued a warning to Marcie.

Henry Zhang was not in a hurry or angry, but admired Kantel very much.

The opponent knows that the enemy is strong but does not back down to take the lead. Knowing that his subordinates may have been "brainwashed" but still does not give up, he is determined to return the subordinates to "normal" after destroying the enemy.

If he is really a powerful Protestant, then Kantel's actions are obviously not a qualified commander. A qualified commander should immediately and ruthlessly choose to carry out a devastating blow to Marcy's team and him.

However, Zhang Xuansheng appreciates the current Cantel even more, which allows him to see the tenderness buried in the hearts of human beings in this wasteland-like environment at the end of the world, and see people's will to fight to death and life.

"I'm not a Protestant, I'm not a god, I'm just a foreigner looking for an old man."

Henry Zhang smiled, stretched out his hand to catch the broken sword that fell to the head of a knight beside him, and said with a smile.

"Let your lord saint come out to see me, and say it's an old friend... Henry Zhang is here to visit."

Under the dilemma of the members of Marcie's team and the vigilant eyes of the Holy City Army, Henry Zhang couldn't stop talking.

"If you brave fighters are worried about me, you can ask Marcie and the others to leave my side first. You can attack me in any way, but don't let the fighters kill each other."

Henry Zhang added, and consciously took a few steps forward, widening the distance between Ma Xi and the others.

This move made Kantel a little undecided. He looked at Marci who was shaking his head frantically, and for a moment didn't know whether to order the arriving army to attack or stand by.

"Little Cantel, please notify the Holy Maiden."

At this time, an old man behind the original fire spoke. In today's land, there are very few people who have lived to this age.

Henry Zhang also looked towards the old man. The old man took out a bottle and took a sip very carefully.

"Your Excellency the Knight Commander!"

Kantel was surprised, not only surprised by the old man's order, but also surprised that the other party actually drank the last stock.

"Ahem, go and wake up the Holy Maiden, he is not an enemy."

The knight commander coughed twice, then looked up at Kantel, his eyes were full of majesty, like an old lion.

Marcie, who was behind the crowd, also poked her head curiously. It was the first time she had seen the legendary knight head, who usually seldom showed up like the saint.

The old man stood up tremblingly. This process made people aware of his tall figure. He seemed to be struggling to straighten up, but it was like a dusty ancient sword slowly coming out. When he stood upright At that time, it is difficult for a person with a strong sense of sharpness to look directly at him.

The old man walked forward step by step, waved his hand and pushed away the subordinates who wanted to help him, and stood still when he walked in front of Henry Zhang, and slowly drew out the knight sword from his waist that had not been released for many years.

Just when everyone thought that the knight head, who was rumored to be the only holder of grudge, was about to make a move, something surprising happened.

The old man knelt down on one knee again and offered the knight's sword. The sense of ceremony was like a knight waiting for the Pope to confer.

"The former Knight Commander of the Holy Empire, Lancelot, met Lord Xuansheng."

Only then did Henry Zhang see the shadow of the handsome knight from this mottled and aging face, and he was in a daze for a while.