The most powerful system in history

Chapter 602 The Stingy God of Murder
As if feeling the deep hope of Wu Liang, the melon-eating crowd, after complaining, the blood mage decisively chose the same move as the three shadow masters—please God.

In the original time and space, fighting father was popular.

But here, the popular thing is to fight for God.

As long as one of the two camps loses, they will immediately invite the gods to help, and the other side will not be outdone, so the two sides happily enter the stage of fighting for gods.

Of course, not every invitation to God can be successful.

At least the existence of a "senior pony" like a legendary professional is required to be eligible to invite God.

And every time the invitation to God is over, the end of both sides will not be good.

After all, in a battle between two gods, no matter who wins or loses, anyone who is affected on the battlefield is almost certain to die.Especially some gods of the evil camp, who are evil and crazy by nature, even facing their own believers, sometimes they can't help but kill a wave.

For example, the blood mage, he believed in Cyric, the god of murder.

Cyric, who resides in the Supreme Throne, possesses powerful divine power and belongs to the camp of [Chaotic Evil].

A narrow-minded, self-centered, and deeply polarized god, he considered himself superior to all other gods, and his evil radiance attracted mortals thirsting for power, causing them to fly like moths and eventually Devoured by black flames.

In addition, he also has the title of "Lord of Lies", who takes pleasure in weaving all kinds of lies and conspiracy traps, leading the gods and mortals caught in them to destruction.

The several priesthoods he possessed were actually snatched from other gods.

For example, the former three gods of death: Bane, Baal, and Melkor were all brutally murdered by Cyric, and even the believers were robbed by him.

Once such an evil god is summoned, one can imagine the consequences.

But now, the blood mage has no choice.

If God is not invited, he will surely die.

Please, there is still hope.

With this in mind, the blood mage didn't hesitate any longer, his tall skeleton body suddenly knelt down, the miserable green soul fire jumped, and devout prayers sounded in the cemetery.

"Ah~"

"Great my lord, you are the dark sun, the black sun, and your brilliance will cover the world."

"I would like to offer my soul to hold the blade of murder for my lord, kill those weak, hypocritical, and false prophets, and donate the blood of those foolish people who don't believe in the only true God. All glory goes to the great lord. "

"Please my lord, give me strength to my humble self, the blade of murder will cut off the minions of the shadows, the great lord is the only true god in the world."

……

"This prayer is very compelling. It looks like a good seedling of a cult."

In the dark, Wu Liang compared the prayers of the blood mage and the three shadow masters, and it was obvious that the blood mage had the upper hand.

It's no wonder, after all, there is a big difference between the beliefs of the gods of the two parties.

A weak wait!
A mighty one!
If both parties are distracted, the scene will be very clear.

The shadow mask will be hanged and beaten.

However, it was very embarrassing that no matter how hard the blood mage prayed, there was no special movement in the valley.

"Please God failed?"

"Boom"

There is no mercy in the Shadow Blade. On the contrary, the three shadow masters seem to have retained their souls. Seeing the predicament of the blood mage, there are three fluctuations in the shadow, which seem to be gloating.

Seeing the next moment, the terrifying divine blade was about to fall on the blood mage's head.

There is no doubt that with this guy's crime, he will definitely not be able to pass the judgment of the soul, and what will happen at that time...

"Ok?"

Just when Wu Liang and Sister Dali, the only melon-eaters, felt that the blood mage was dead, Wu Liang's mind suddenly moved, and a ray of golden light appeared in his eyes. The sound of ding ding was loud.

"Ding, warning, warning, the system has detected the existence of powerful divine power, and it is confirmed to be Cyric, the god of murder, a legendary alarm."

"Boom~ bang bang bang"

As soon as the notification sound came out, Wu Liang's heart immediately started beating wildly.

The sister Dali beside her also looked nervous.

As one of the candidates for the future Goddess of Abyss Flame, Damei Niu has already developed a faint trace of divinity in her body, and it is this trace of divinity that made her discover the abnormality before Wu Liang.

I don't know when it started, right in front of the blood mage.

In the darkness, a small vortex appeared, and there seemed to be some terrible magic on the vortex, and the shadow blade that hit it did not find it at all.

Still resolutely slashing towards the blood mage, as long as the next moment, this shadow blade composed of three shadow masters and a group of divine power from the shadow master will touch the vortex.

It is complicated to say, but it only takes a moment for it to happen.

Or rather, the next moment.

"Boom~buzz"

"Whoo~"

Touched, the moment the shadow blade came into contact with the vortex, the divine blade that was majestic a second ago disappeared into the vortex without a sound, without even a trace of struggle.

The only reaction was probably the vortex that swallowed the blade of shadow, and it smacked like a mouth, as if disgusted that it was not full.

A somewhat sharp and gloomy voice came from the depths of the country behind the vortex.

"Humble and stupid people, for the sake of you offering the power of the mouse god, the lord of shadows, the great Cyric forgives your interruption."

"If you don't have such a delicacy next time, you dare to disturb the sleep of the great Cyric, and you will die."

When the sound fell, the vortex disappeared.

Wu Liang: "..."

vigorously:"……"

Zombies and ghosts: "..."

Sacrificial member of the Shadow Mask: "..."

After such a sloppy and absurd scene, the only one who was excited was probably the blood mage.

Although he offered a bunch of genuine divine power, he failed to get any reward from the extremely stingy murder god, but he saved a fatal disaster. This alone is worthy of his wild congratulations.

Yes, he was going to celebrate now, and his way was a big ball.

Of course, apart from zombies, there are only wandering souls involved.

I saw the skeleton monster stand up excitedly, with his hands on his hips, facing the valley that became empty again with an "arrogant" expression.

After laughing wildly for a while, he sang decisively.

"Hahaha……"

"The wise and great Thalnos once again defeated the shameless invaders. Its reputation will be eulogized, and it will be immortal."

"Come on, my children."

"This is a bloody cemetery"

"This is the territory of the great Thalnos"

"No one can be presumptuous here"

"All invaders will become my corpses, I will flog them, enslave them... Oh, this is my place."

……

Just when the blood mage was about to sing the most exciting refrain, an accident happened.

The soul fire in its eye sockets flickered as if it had sensed something.

"Who else?"

It let out a hoarse roar, and at the same time its head suddenly looked in one direction.

There, is the center of the cemetery.

"Boom~buzz"

Two figures suddenly appeared in the terrifying fire of the Balrog.One of them looked taller, and as soon as it appeared, it launched a legendary poisonous milk spell at the two places in the cemetery where the "Resurrection Magic" was constant.

"I~ I wish your magic will never be broken."

"Ok?"

The blood mage who was about to kill the intruder in a rage suddenly froze when he heard Wu Liang's words.

(End of this chapter)