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Chapter 363 -362- The Theory of Uniqueness of God's Mark

Squidward ran away, but it used an operation similar to that of a golden cicada to shed its shell, so its flesh roughly remained.

They found a relatively intact tentacle and moved it to the deck.

Fortunately, the deck of the Lost is large enough, otherwise it would be inconvenient to put down even one tentacle.

"But its blood is black. Is this... edible?" Shia frowned.

When dealing with the tentacles, they still encountered this inevitable problem.

Although Angelo has a lot of life experience, this is the first time he has eaten this primitive prehistoric creature.

But he has his own solution. When he encounters something he has never eaten before...

Under the extremely disgusted looks of Domi and Shia, Angelo cut off a piece of meat from the top and lightly grilled it with fire magic until the outside was red and the inside was white, and the oil was popping out, and then sprinkled with cumin. No matter what, I just stuffed it into my mouth!

The cooked octopus meat was chewing in his mouth. It looked very chewy, and Angelo's facial muscles seemed to be exerting force.

It took about ten seconds to swallow a piece of meat.

"Gulu——"

"Not bad!" Angelo gave a thumbs up and commented: "It's more delicious and chewy than any octopus or squid I've ever eaten!"

real or fake?

The two of them obviously didn't believe it, so Angelo baked two more portions and handed them to them.

Only after they tasted it themselves did they understand what kind of 'deliciousness' Angelo meant by deliciousness...

It’s just a small piece of meat, but it has a complex taste that combines the seafood flavor of all seafood!

Extremely fresh! Fresh is very dominant!

But it’s extremely fresh and fishy.

You don't feel anything when you first swallow it, but after a while, an unbearable fishy odor will appear in your mouth, which is more terrifying than canned sardines!

Therefore, the Squidward banquet in the evening was forced to be canceled after the two people tried their best to stop it... and was replaced with a normal seafood barbecue.

When night falls, the moonlight shines on the sea, and the sea surface sparkles, just like the best painter in the world adding the finishing touch to the blue and black curtain.

The magic lights on the deck automatically turned on, providing ample light for the three people grilling.

It is quite elegant to sit on the boat and watch the sea and the bright moon while playing skewers.

And there is a saying that Angelo is really good at grilled fish.

Take a bite of the golden and crispy grilled fish, and the snow-white fish meat and the fragrant grilled fish oil will stir between your lips and teeth, stimulating your sensitive taste buds, making you feel extremely satisfied~

After the barbecue that replaced dinner was over, the three-person team decided to take a bath in the luxurious bathhouse.

If it weren't for Angelo, Domi would have taken a mandarin duck bath with Sia, but he would not disappear, so he was separated from Sia.

In the men's bath, Domi and Angelo met frankly.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but you'll be shocked when you look at it.

Mainly because Duomi has a little too much stuff.

The Qilin Stepping Ghost's tattoo is on the chest, the mark of the World Tree is printed on the back, and the left hand is full of god's marks. If the mark of night and the mark of the shadow beast were not merged, and the mark of conquest did not need to be embodied, there could be more.

And this was the configuration before he hunted the reformed bishop.

After hunting down four bishops, Domi consciously placed the divine marks on their bodies on his left and right hands.

As a result, his left and right hands were as exaggerated as wearing a pair of gloves woven from the marks of gods.

Domi arrogantly called it the ‘Prosthetic Hand of God’!

When he came out of the locker room, he was like a big brother in a black club, full of oppression. He found a seat next to Angelo and soaked in the hot spring. He folded a towel and put it on his forehead. He then placed the back of his head on the marble head cushion behind him and closed his eyes comfortably, not paying attention to Angelo at all. A shocked and curious look.

"Brother Domi, I'm wondering... who is a member of the Reformed Church?"

"Huh? Why do you say that?"

"Look at how many divine marks you have on your body, more than the nine bishops of the Reformed Church combined, right?"

"Oh~ you are telling me this, because I killed four bishops before I left, so all their divine marks belong to me."

"No, no!" Angelo shook his head repeatedly: "I mean, why can you carry so many marks of gods on your own!"

Now it was Domi’s turn to be confused:

"Can't you just do it?"

"Of course not!" Angelo said, as if he was giving popular science to an ignorant child, "A normal person can only carry one god's mark at most."

"Even I can only carry one."

"The key is not that. The key is that the slot of the God's Mark that each of us can carry was originally used to store the God's Mark that was born after we became a god."

"If I put other marks, I can't put my own mark, so I still don't have the mark of God."

"I've explained it this way. You should know how outrageous you are, right?"

Duomi suddenly realized that this was actually the first time he had heard such remarks. There was nothing he could do about it. Gods were hard to find in their time, and it was normal for the relevant knowledge to be lost.

"Maybe... I'm special?"

"It's more than special! It's simply abnormal!"

Angelo's defense was completely broken, and it turned out that Domi was the ruthless person who had settled in the world of immortal cultivation at the end of the Dharma.

He couldn't even imagine how exaggerated it would be when one day he breaks through the barriers and becomes a true god, fully exerting the power of these gods' marks.

I guess once we stop in the Lost Lands, there will be no more problems in this world.

It took him a long time to calm down his excitement, and he warned Domi seriously:

"You'd better not expose your characteristics easily in the Lost Land where the gods walk around. They will never let such a threatening thing continue to live in this world."

It's really rude to say that you are a thing...

However, Duomi also knew that Angelo was doing this for his own good, so he nodded solemnly: "I will pay attention."

Seeing this, Angelo found a comfortable position to soak in again. He squinted his eyes in the hazy water vapor and looked at the ceiling. His deep gaze seemed to penetrate the long river of time and see what the future would look like:

"If you have a chance, you must save this world..."

Domi shrugged. He didn't really care about saving the world or anything.

"Besides, maybe one day when I'm in a good mood I'll go save the world."

Faced with this joking remark, Angelo also said seriously in a joking tone:

"Okay, then the captain of the Lost will definitely let his sailors have a pleasant sailing trip!"

It was at this time that the pursuit buried deep in Angelo's heart quietly shattered, while another more promising pursuit had sprouted...

(End of this chapter)