An invincible journey starting from a different race

This is insane. Even Aesop couldn't reach such an extreme!

Several people subconsciously looked at Aesop and found that Aesop was thinking about something. Stank couldn't help but ask: "What are you thinking about?"

Aesop said, "I'm wondering, if I use Active Tornado, Passive Tornado, and Ultimate Tornado at the same time, will I get triple the fun?"

Hearing this, Kent's eyes lit up, and the fear in the eyes of the others intensified.

If they had thought before that these two pairs were not master and apprentice, because although Aesop was outrageous, he was not as outrageous as Kent, but now they know... the saying that the disciple is better than the master is indeed true.

"I knew you, my disciple, would understand me." Kent patted Aesop's shoulder happily, as if he had found a successor. "The Church and the Dream Demon Tower have always been preaching that Tatakai needs to break through racial segregation and even gender restrictions. But they are only superficial, unlike me, who has long since grasped the ultimate secrets of Tatakai."

Aesop asked, "What secret?"

"Break through the flesh!"

Before Aesop could respond, Stank and Jer attacked at the same time, separating him from Kent.

This cannot go on.

If you say Kent has Pegasus and the stars... Damn, I really don't want to use this word to describe him.

Anyway, if Kent has an extraordinary imagination but limited ability to act (relatively), then Aesop has limited imagination (relatively) but great ability to act.

If these two people were to combine again... no one could imagine what kind of monster would be created.

Therefore, for the sake of world peace, everyone must not allow Kent, this psychopath, to continue to torment Aesop.

Kent had obviously thought of this as well, so he shrugged and said, "Tornado is indeed a Silver Streak with a relatively high threshold. It's normal that not many people can accept it. But it doesn't matter. I still have more normal Silver Streaks here."

Stank looked at Kent warily and asked, "For example?"

"For example, the Pile Driver Mark, used by escorts."

"Oh." Stank nodded subconsciously, "That's quite ordinary indeed."

"But my pile driver is also called the Extreme Pile Driver. The key is that no one moves, and the machine..."

"Just shut the fuck up!"

403 Silver Lines Descend to Me

Horrible, really terrible.

After all these years of wandering the world, this was the first time they encountered someone who could frighten them with just a few words.

Are those really things that carbon-based organisms can do?

Kent was still reminiscing about the past. "Ah, if the old man hadn't spotted me at the last moment and allowed me to study at Deya College, my name would have long been known throughout this land. How could these Silver Markers compare to me? You know, I was already studying flying swords thirty years ago."

"Flying sword?"

"Yeah." Kent nodded, then said rather proudly, "Thousands of miles away, I slew the nightmare demon on horseback... So, am I awesome, huh?"

"Oh my god, are you going to ejaculate your dick?" Stank couldn't bear it anymore and cursed again.

"What's the problem? Look at you, you're so clueless," Kent said. "Don't you know what this research means if it succeeds?"

"...I really can't imagine what it could mean."

"It's very simple. You can just sit at home and let the sword find the enemy on its own," Kent said. "Other sword drinkers need to go to the enemy's door themselves, but mine is different. I just need the sword to come to me. It's convenient and fast. It can be regarded as a complete revolution in the world of escorting."

Stank's mouth twitched wildly. "If what you said is true, then it's just about satisfying the sword's needs. What about other aspects? Is the only consideration for a bodyguard to take care of the sword?"

"Of course not," Kent waved his hand and said, "How could I be so superficial? But since you brought it up yourself, I can give you a thorough explanation. You should know that, except for pure-blooded incubi, other incubi are unable to change their bodies, right? And because pure-blooded incubi are so powerful, the escorts can't go looking for them every day; that would be too damaging to their bodies. In other words, if you go to other incubi, their physical conditions are fixed and may not meet your requirements, and if you go to pure-blooded incubi, your body may not be able to handle it."

Several people looked at each other, and then Jer asked, "So?"

"So, is there a way to give the escorts the best experience while still being physically able to handle it?" Kent snapped his fingers and said proudly, "Thus, my flying sword plan came into being. What flies here isn't just the sword, but also your hands, feet, eyes, and tongue. For example, if you like the cow orc's breasts, you can detach your hands from your body and go find the cow orc alone. If you like the elf's legs, you can detach your tongue from your body and touch the elf. If you like looking at the face of a human nightmare, you can make your big eyeballs..."

“Stop, stop, stop!” Several people were even more terrified. “Stop the fucking talk!”

"Tsk, I'm not finished yet." Kent said, "This way, you only need to leave your body at home, and you can experience the best parts of other nightmares at the same time. If you feel that your body is not being treated well, you can even find time to call a hyena bitch to come to your house and perform..."

"Shut the fuck up!"

Unable to bear it any longer, they rushed forward and pinned Kent down.

It seemed as if he wanted to suppress this evildoer who had been arbitrarily ruling for eternity.

Kent was still struggling: "Don't be like this! I knew that you ignorant guys wouldn't understand me, but it doesn't matter. As long as Aesop can understand me, that's enough... Aesop, my good disciple, come and save your master!"

Stank, Jer, Ganqiu and Bruce exchanged glances in turn, and each of them could read what the other was thinking.

This guy is too dangerous. If his thoughts affect Aesop... they can't imagine what kind of monster will be created.

It’s better to be a bad guy and kill him directly.

Stank drew his sword, Jer drew his bow, and Ganchu took out his dagger...

"Hey, hey, hey, even if you don't like these, there are some more approachable ones in my Silver Markings." Kent continued to shout, "For example, the Golden Spear is Unbreakable, the Life is Endless, and the Spear is Like a Dragon."

So everyone put down their weapons again.

"You guys are so rude." After crawling out from under the others, Kent straightened his clothes with some dissatisfaction. "Not only do you not understand my great ideals, but you actually resorted to violence against me. Oh, forget it. Pioneers are always misunderstood."

Aesop was a little curious and asked, "You have so many unique skills, so why did you choose to enter Deya College?"

"Didn't I tell you? The old man is attracted to my overflowing hair." Kent raised his eyebrows. "As escorts, you should be able to imagine what it feels like to be on the verge of overflowing, right?"

Aesop said nothing, just looked at Kent.

As he watched, Kent's excitement slowly faded.

"Alright, alright, I knew lying to you wouldn't work." Kent scratched his head and said, "Actually, it was because I offended someone in a high position of power, and he hunted me all the way to Deya College. Tsk, that guy was quite powerful, and his identity was quite sensitive. At that time, only Abel could save my life. But now, I only have you, my disciple. So, my good disciple, if you don't care about your master, then your master will really have nowhere to go."

"...Only an arcanist can protect your people?" After hearing Kent's words, Jer looked strange. "Who did you offend?"

"Yeah." Stank couldn't help but ask, "And it's been so many years, is that guy still chasing you? What on earth did you do?"

"It's actually no big deal." Kent scratched his head and said, "It was just that his wife came to me and told me that the silver charm pattern I put on her was useless and her husband was not charmed at all. She also asked for a refund."

"……Then what?"

"Of course I can't refund the money. Wouldn't that just destroy my reputation? You know, I'm the best silver pattern artist." Kent said dissatisfiedly, "So I said, let her try it on me. If it doesn't work for me, then she can refund the money."

"……so what?"

Kent said, "No refund anyway."

Everyone: "..."

"Ahem, no one wants this to happen." Kent coughed twice and said, "And it's over now. Let's look forward to the future. My dear disciple, your master is a great help to you now."

"Help?" Aesop asked, "Is it because you can teach me those silver lines?"

"Yes, as I said before, the silver patterns on the market today are completely incomparable to my masterpieces back then." Kent puffed out his chest with a little pride, and then said, "And not only that, I know you are trying to gain the power of faith. Whether you want to become a god through faith, follow the path of a goddess, or just have fun, I can help you - complete the divine gift."

Kent said as he sat down.

"You should have sensed it, your believers pray for power, and while you can grant it, it's still quite troublesome because you need to attend to them one by one. It's okay when there are only a few believers now, as you can decide based on their needs. But if there are too many believers, you won't be able to keep up. Just like the goddess, she rarely responds to her believers because she has too many believers and their needs are too complex for her to keep up with."

As expected of a professor at Deya College, he had indeed sensed Aesop's current anguish.

"So, do you have a good idea?"

"Of course there is. The Silver Mark is the best solution!" Kent said with a raised eyebrow. "Because your believers have relatively simple needs. Unlike the goddess's followers, who crave for good weather one moment and power the next, everything your believers pursue can be solved with the Silver Mark. So you only need to learn all of my Silver Marks, and then set the formula in the power of faith. In this way, your believers can obtain the power they want according to their needs - let the Silver Mark fall directly on them!"

Aesop was slightly stunned: "Is it still possible?"

"Of course you can. Silver patterns are essentially runes. The strength of runes is their convenience and speed, but their weakness is their difficulty in adapting. But the thing is, your followers don't need to adapt," Kent said. "As long as you arrange all the silver patterns and label their effects, then how they use and combine them is up to their followers. If there's no effect or something goes wrong, it's their own fault for making the wrong choice or combination, and it won't be your fault. It's not like praying to a goddess for power, and if it doesn't work, you'll definitely think it's her fault."

The corner of Stank's mouth twitched slightly: "You must be the only one who thinks the goddess is not good enough, right?"

As expected, human magicians are a group of people without faith. They only believe in knowledge. Otherwise, how could they say such disrespectful words?

"Oh, that's not important." Kent waved his hand, then became even more excited. "Aesop, do you know what the biggest benefit of setting the silver pattern in the divine gift is?"

"What is it?"

"That is, whenever and wherever believers shout your name, they will receive a response and gain power." Kent's eyes seemed to burn with fire. "This is something that even the goddess and the church can't do. A god who responds to everything."

404 May your wishes come true

The next day, after nightfall.

Clim's room.

Kolim once again assumed a pious attitude, gazing at the moon outside the window, clasped his hands together, and prayed in a duck-like sitting position: "Respected Goddess, this is the one hundred and thirty-third time I have confessed to you since I fell into the room. I shouldn't, uh..."

Having said that, I’m stuck.

But Lim didn't know how to repent.

It’s not that he suddenly repented and stopped doing anything that would let down the goddess or his own angelic identity.

On the contrary, there was nothing to repent for because... he had too many things to repent for.

Especially after he accidentally caused the goddess to suffer possible blasphemy a few days ago, Kelimu felt that his confession to the goddess was really unnecessary.

"Hmm... How could this happen?" Kelim muttered to himself dejectedly, "I just want to be a good angel, but why do I always do... Ugh."

No, no, there's no way to atone for my sins by just complaining about myself like this.

Then Kolim clasped his hands together again and said to the bright moon outside the window: "Goddess, if you can hear me, please punish Kolim who is falling! Do not pity Kolim, Kolim needs to atone for his sins! No matter what the punishment is, Kolim will accept it!"

But Lim repeated this three times, and then closed his eyes feeling guilty.

Goddess...will you punish me?

He actually already had the answer in his mind. After waiting for a while, he didn't see any thunder coming down, and he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But after he breathed a sigh of relief, he began to blame himself again: "Kolim, Kolim, how could you do this? Even if the goddess took pity on you and was unwilling to punish you, you couldn't..."

Before he could finish his words, the door of the room was pushed open with a bang, accompanied by Stank's thunderous roar: "He's there, hurry up!"

But before Lim could react to what was happening, he saw several figures rushing in and pressing him down on the bed.

Hey hey hey hey hey? !

Kelim was completely shocked when he found that the people who pressed him on the bed were none other than Jer and Ganqiu.

"What are you doing?" Klim shouted. "This is my room!"

"What? What do you want to do?" Stank gave Klim a smile that was like looking at a nightmare in a nightmare shop. "I came to see you."

You're here to find me?!

Klim's eyes widened.

Difficult, could it be...

Even though he had guessed what it was, Kelimu still couldn't believe it: "What on earth do you want to do?!"

"Haha, you should ask yourself what we want to do, Kelim." Stank's mouth curled up slightly, "How could you hide such a big thing from us?"

"What's the big deal?"

"Don't play dumb." Gan Qiu, who was pressing on Kolim, laughed, "We already know your secret."

At that moment, Kelim's face turned pale.

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over. His biggest secret of being androgynous has finally been discovered by these guys.

But how did they know?

Klim caught a glimpse of Aesop standing behind Stank out of the corner of his eye and immediately understood.

Damn Aesop! You actually backstabbed me!

Why is this happening...huh?

Kelim was slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered his prayer to the goddess before Stank and the others rushed in.

Could it be... is this the goddess's punishment for a fallen angel like me?

Do you want your dearest friend to...poke you in the face?!

But the more Lim thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. The goddess was desecrated, so isn't it normal for him, the angel under her seat, to be desecrated?

"You two, stop pressing him down." Stank said somewhat dissatisfiedly, "How can we fight if we keep him down there?"

"Oh oh oh, I almost forgot."