They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 141 White Mask’s Game Meeting

"I have no pity for you, your ability to hear items speak at random times and briefly bring them to life sounds useful, but is a pretty sad meme."

"Crow and Spellcaster, these two are enough to give you a very miserable extraordinary experience. From childhood to adulthood, no one will like you, but God is different. The Lord will treat everyone equally."

The clown looked coldly at the beast in front of him: "Is this why you abandoned the old gods? That prayer has no effect at all. If you don't let me pray that he can kill you now."

"Hahaha, you love telling jokes, you are worthy of being a clown."

The big dog leaned forward slightly, with one front paw back: "I am the leader of White Mask, listen to me, I will never lie to you."

"The old god has not been abandoned. Rather, we have always believed in him. Now he can change his appearance. Isn't it a good thing?"

"It's just that God doesn't recognize it now, which gives us quite a headache. For the harmonious development of our religion, we can only ask you to send Him new prayers. I believe He will be very satisfied."

"and many more--"

The clown finally discovered something unusual: "You said you should send your prayers to... Him?"

He suddenly thought of the disordered ones who had just attacked him in strange ways, and a huge sense of absurdity gradually arose in his heart.

The clown probed: "Is he human?"

Whatever the man in the white mask did was reasonable, that's why he asked this question.

The big dog continued to wag its tail: "We believe that He is just Faceless disguised as a human being. We feel very sad when we think about our God still wandering outside.

The entire church cannot eat or sleep well every day, so for the sake of White Mask’s happiness index, we hope you can join us. "

"Of course, we will also be your solid backing. Only the disordered ones are allowed to be protected by the epidemic doctors. Don't you think it's too unfair? I like your behavior very much, so join us and we will pass on the position of leader. for you."

After saying this, the big dog wagged its tail wildly with great hope, hoping that the clown would agree to it, mainly because it thought that he looked very friendly and approachable.

However, the next second, the clown suddenly pulled out the machete from his waist and stabbed it desperately into the body.

"Get out of here! Get out of here! You psychos!"

"Ah...it seems you don't like dogs. I have nothing to talk about with people who don't like dogs."

This was the last thing the big dog said before dying.

Soon its body lay on the road, its blood seeping into the soil.

The clown covered the wound and took a look at his skin - fish scales had grown there.

"Is it that weird cup of slime?"

The clown gritted his teeth and found a place to hide. He put his knife against the fish scales and tried to cut them off. However, as soon as he stabbed him, he screamed in pain. The previous explosion was just a cover-up, and now he was in terrible pain. gas.

Tentacles sprouted out of the wound on the chest again, and some golden eyes appeared on the tentacles, watching the clown gradually transform from human form into an inhuman fish.

When it was almost dawn, the fish on the ground could already be piled up in half a warehouse, and they were steaming like a hill.

The tentacles slowly extended to the big-headed fish, swallowing them all up, leaving only the miserable clown in the middle.

There were gills on his temples, fins on both sides of his head, and a layer of bright silver all over his body.

A gray cat passed by and squatted next to him. The cat still had no facial features, but it rubbed around the fish very affectionately.

"These are His tests."

"go out!"

The clown had no strength to move anymore. He wanted to get up and escape but fell to the ground the moment he sat up. Soon, a group of people whose bodies were wrapped tightly in cloth came outside. They surrounded the clown and pointed at him. joke.

"The paint on your face has fallen off! The paint has fallen off!" "This face is really ugly. No wonder everyone doesn't like you. Spellcasters can only get comfort by communicating with objects, but those objects won't like you either. .”

"His main meme is crow. I remember the crow's interpretation is annoying... So what if we do the opposite!"

"This is good, this is good. I have wanted to see the effect of reverse interpretation by patients with pollution syndrome for a long time."

"But what to do?"

"How about throwing excrement on him?"

"Throw the shit yourself. It's disgusting. Stay away from me! You are the only one who is positive every time. How could they recruit you into the White Mask?"

"..."

"Okay, let's all express our love for him. I remember we have a pollution member with Cupid meme. Where is he?"

"He's here!"

"Come and take out your bow and arrows."

Soon, this group of people seemed to have come up with a huge result. They all turned around, and a patient stood up. His body was also wrapped in cloth.

But soon, the man's cloth changed, forming a black robe, and a white mask appeared on his face.

This is the official representative image of the members of the White Mask, and of course, their entire church can use this image if necessary.

The believer representing the [Cupid] meme bowed deeply in the unknown direction: "Praise to the Faceless and the Trade."

"Whoosh-"

The next moment, a bow and arrow appeared in his hand. The man pointed the bow and arrow at the clown and shot through his head without hesitation.

Then, he pulled out his bow and arrow, found a stone on the ground, and tapped the stone several times with the tip of the bow and arrow.

The clown lost consciousness. When he regained consciousness, the stones on the ground suddenly spoke.

"Are you okay? No one can hurt you as long as I'm here."

He looked at this stone and inexplicably felt that it was the most important existence in his life.

Subconsciously, the clown knew what he was doing and his current situation, but he couldn't help but want to touch the stone.

The man in the white mask was watching the joke, but the clown actually stood up for a stone, wanting to protect it and hide it behind himself.

It is indeed sad sometimes to be able to hear the words of objects.

"Run quickly!!! There are no normal people in this group of people!"

The stone shouted and was suddenly crushed by the foot of the person next to it.

“Look, you had someone like it too—and now it’s dead!”

Clown: "You guys..."

"Don't worry, Cupid's arrows won't cause excessive damage to the body. Let's keep playing! What fun is next!"

The arrow hit his head again, and the next corresponding item was a bed bug next to him.

Then the bug was crushed ruthlessly, causing another burst of cheers from the White Mask cultists.

(End of this chapter)