They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 66 Shivall on a trip

"Praise the winds and the abyss, praise the god of fertility."

"Is the 'my lord' you are talking about..."

"Just as you think."

The werewolf blinked a few times, and suddenly realized who Ria was referring to, and then he became angry.

"You bastard! You don't believe in Him at all, and your words are completely blasphemous to Him!"

Darenya's pupils were extremely narrow, and even though she endured severe pain all over her body, she still had to emphasize every word: "And that is my Lord! I take back my previous concept, you are simply a robber! A bandit!"

"Thank you very much for the compliment."

Black Shangria said.

Those winding tentacles dig into the werewolf's fur, like countless iron wires that are constantly tightened, unable to move no matter how hard the prey struggles.

Darenya's eyeballs were almost pulled out of her skull by the huge force.

She glanced around and saw the big-headed fish crawling on the wall. The big-headed fish that were supposed to obey her were pouring into the room from downstairs.

They are everywhere and can even crawl up the pipes in bathroom drains.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

Those big-headed fish crawled from the pothole in the toilet to the seat, then turned over and fell to the ground. They crawled around on the floor and door, staring at her with human eyes and faces.

Darenya suddenly realized that Riya might be more capable than she thought. Those big-headed fish were completely out of her control, and no matter how she ordered them, it would be of no avail.

It is impossible for Meme Nine's patients to have such means.

Darenya was scared, but soon, she couldn't even express this emotion, because her body had been completely corroded into a pile of skin and rotten bones.

The wet fishman climbed onto the pile of wreckage, and Riya also retracted his tentacles, covering the injury on his arm with an unpredictable look, and sat back on the bed.

"Running away like this? People are really mentally fragile now."

The werewolf's ability is "change". She can transform into other things, and she can also make other things become herself.

The guest room lady whom Ria was talking to through the walkie-talkie just now was probably the one possessed by the werewolf. Now that the werewolf's consciousness has left, only a pile of large fish-man skeletons are left on the ground.

"After all, she is a [Werewolf] that has existed for hundreds of years, and she has some tricks. After this friendly exchange, she should not easily come to trouble me again.

For example, they cut my body into pieces while I was sleeping, and buried the body parts in the southeast, northwest, and northwest... Although it is not easy for me to die, I might as well forget it. It hurts just thinking about it, and there is no guarantee that I will actually die successfully. "

If the outcome really turned out like that, Riya would rather die.

He turned to look at little Shivall who was torn in half outside the door. Little Shivar found that the host was looking at him and no longer wasted time connecting his body.

The two halves of the body directly turned into two identical feather balls that were much smaller and rushed towards Riya, driving away all the big-headed fish, as if they were driving away cockroaches and bugs.

"Goo-"

After they finish all this, one jumps onto the bed and raises its front paws like a cat, while the other cleans up the fish-man's remains on the ground bit by bit, acting like a conscientious cleaner.

"We have to make sure that wolf doesn't come back to cause trouble at night."

Riya took out a notebook and scribbled in it with a brass pen, intending to clear up her recent thoughts and plan for tomorrow's crisis.

He listed more than a dozen possible development routes, and finally circled them all and connected them to a word. "die."

Riya looked at the highlighted word and suddenly thought of something.

"Humans are social animals. Fighting alone when you are weak is undoubtedly the stupidest choice."

Style had told Ria before that she could contact him if she encountered a werewolf. Ria was not willing to let others live in confusion at this juncture, so she hid in the tavern and did nothing.

"Idiot memes are not imitations of rubbish. Since they exist, they must have a reason."

"Being isolated in one place will not suddenly lead to new memes, especially on rainy days. Everyone should go out for some fresh air."

This is all for Steyer's good, I believe that friend will understand him.

Ria thought about all this, tore out a blank page from the book, and wrote down what she saw and heard on the paper. By the way, she also mentioned the werewolves.

After doing this, he wrapped the paper into a strip and tied it to the front paw of the small mythical creature beside him.

"Go and deliver a letter to the Baishel Tavern. The recipient you have met is the prophet."

"Goo?"

The little guy raised his paw and looked at the note on his paw. When Riya stood up, he immediately flew onto his arm. After Riya opened the window, he jumped and disappeared into the rain.

"Speaking of which, it's okay to let him go. This is his first time traveling far away."

Seeing the mythical creature flying away, Riya had a bad premonition for no reason, and even began to worry about it.

"..."

He looked at the one on the ground that was feasting on food. Little Shivall No. [-] remained motionless and raised its ear feathers with an "I don't know, I'm just a mythical creature" look on its face, which made Riya give up asking it any questions. thing.

The key now is still my arms.

He calmed down and found that his bones seemed to be broken again, and he could only rely on those tentacles and eyes to slowly repair it.

In line with the habit of not wasting resources, he looked at the couple standing blankly by the window and exchanged faith with them with the stored fish eggs.

Riya saved a lot of fish eggs, but only a small part hatched. These fish eggs became the perfect currency in the big fish festival, and almost no one could resist a few fish eggs.

"In prosperous times, antiques are used in troubled times for gold, and in even more troubled times, fish eggs are exchanged."

Riya placed the hands of the couple in a forward-facing position, placed fish eggs in their hands and asked them to believe in her.

The next second, he saw the two people turning around, from facing the Church of the Sun to facing himself, and they would turn wherever Riya went.

This made Riya feel uncomfortable, so he decided to stay out of sight and out of mind and go back to his room. After he relaxed, his arms and spine hurt so much that when he stood up, Riya almost thought he had aged 80 years.

"Collecting faith can relieve some pain, but this thing is not as good as sleeping on my own."

Riya made up her mind and went back to 301 to sleep. The couple watched him until he closed the door and left, and turned off the lights for them before leaving.

No one noticed that in the darkness, spots of silver fluorescence appeared on the skin of the couple, spreading and growing like fish skin.

Back in his room, Riya put on a light nightgown and lay down on the bed. Little Swale No. [-] used his tentacles to heat up coffee for him and handed it to him.

He was a little helpless: "Coffee refreshes you, how afraid are you of me falling asleep."

(End of this chapter)