There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

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 the big brother of a gang, full of oppression.

He found a seat next to Anqiluo and soaked in the hot spring. He folded a towel and put it on his forehead, then placed the back of his head on the marble head pad behind him. He closed his eyes comfortably, completely unaware of Anqiluo's shocked and curious gaze.

"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...

Chapter 364 Primitive Civilization

Chapter 364 -363- Primitive Civilization

After a month-long voyage, the Lost finally arrived at its destination.

During this period, their mental state could no longer be described as boring.

Duomi began to write a novel, titled "There is a lord dad, what's wrong with just drawing cards", which is equivalent to an autobiography to commemorate the history of his fortune when he was young...

So during this month, in addition to writing books, he did fishing, and his mental state was the second best among the three. After all, he was writing his autobiography...

As for the person who can be called the most normal person, it is naturally Sia.

After discovering that there was a library in the castle where the Supreme Will personally selected and made rubbings of books, and most of the books in it were of interest to her, she stayed inside and never came out.

Of course, if Duomi has a need, she will still find it difficult to come out to satisfy him. Don't even think about it at other times.

Angelo... This guy is already in the entertainment room and is about to ascend to heaven. The young lady inside is so in line with his XP that he feels so happy~

Well, this is what a wretched uncle should look like, so I don’t blame him.

But the relaxing days for the three of them came to an end today.

The morning sun shines brightly at the end of the sea level, like the twilight line that separates night and day.

They arrived at the spire on the top of the castle in unison. Standing on a high place, facing the direction in which the Lost Ship was moving, they could clearly see the land full of life.

"I thought the Lost Land was a piece of scorched earth, but I didn't expect it to be much the same as the main continent." Duomi couldn't help but sigh, as his eyes reflected the vast expanse of lush green.

"Why do you think of scorched earth?" Angelo was a little curious.

"Isn't it said that gods are everywhere in the Lost Land, and each other's believers and relatives have been fighting and killing each other for a long time? Then it stands to reason that there should be quite obvious traces..."

"It's not like there is no scorched earth." Angelo Cope said: "The land in front of us may be just an island, and the islands that were fought more intensely may become scorched earth."

"And in an island like this that remains almost primitive, the strength and civilization level of the local demigods and foreign gods are not very high, and they might still be drinking blood in Maoru."

"Local demigod?" Sia caught a word that was both familiar and unfamiliar.

"Yes, the native demigods, the natives born in this world."

"The protection of the Supreme Will can protect people on the main continent from danger, and at the same time cut off the laws and stronger magic power from entering, but the Lost Land is different. There are no restrictions here, and all creatures can grow wildly. , even indigenous people can give birth to demigods as long as they are talented."

With Angelo's explanation, both of them had a clearer understanding of the Lost Land and the creatures living on it.

"Fortunately, it's not dangerous here. Let's use this as our team's 'newbie training ground'."

"Okay, you two, change your mentality, the killing is about to begin!"

Angelo asked the Lost Ship to lower its anchor in the sea not far from the land and stand by. Duomi also left the space coordinates on the ship, and then tore the space apart. Following the space passage, the three of them successfully landed at the first point of the Lost Land. stand.

Looking around, it's a normal beach scene.

Occasionally, there are a few large crabs that look very strong and over-nourished walking sideways on the golden beaches along the coast. Even the coconuts on the coconut trees are much larger than those on the main continent.

It would be nice if there were no threats from outside gods, Domi thought.

In that case, people on the mainland should have a better and brighter future.

Unfortunately, there is still a long way to go for now.

rustling—

At this moment, there was some movement in the bushes not far away.

Is he a...savage who is trying to observe them secretly?

Forgive them for describing him this way, because the skinny boy only wore rough clothes woven from vines and grass blades, and he was holding a primitive stone spear in his hand. His big round eyes revealed fear of the unknown. .

The amazing thing is that even if he is a 'savage', he can hide his aura very well. Just like a child of the forest, he is born to be one with nature.

But it still couldn't escape the perception of the three people.

They had discovered him a long time ago, but they just didn't expose him. This was a strategy to lure the enemy. As long as they followed him, they would soon find the first indigenous settlement.

The team has already formulated a combat strategy——

Outer gods, kill.

The aboriginal civilization that believed in foreign gods was destroyed.

The only ones who can be spared are the local demigods and the aboriginal civilizations that have not been bewitched by external gods.

If we include the latter, it's not a cleanup, but a genocide.

Now let's see if there are any traces of outside gods where this boy lives...

"Follow."

Domi took the lead in disappearing into the void and commanded Angelo and Shia to get up.

On the ship, Angelo was the captain, but on the Lost Land, he commanded the team in combat. Angelo could only act as a guide and advisor.

The wild boy shuttles like the wind through the jungle overgrown with weeds and dense trees and vines! Like an agile cheetah.

"Ah dad! Three weirdos came to the beach!"

After returning to the village where he lived, the boy immediately reported the situation to his father.

And his father is also the head of this village. In the Lost Land, a place where the jungle is strong, only the strong are worthy of being rulers, so his father is also the strongest person here.

I saw a hunky man with strong backs and strong muscles sitting on a large chair made of animal skins and bones.

There were three barely clothed women serving beside him.

He said he was serving, but in fact, people had already attached themselves to him.

They are not men's concubines yet, but only preliminary wives who are still in the 'observation period'.

The strong one deserves to have the most beautiful and most beautiful women in the village. Only in this way can the fittest survive and produce more offspring with excellent genes for the village. The primitive desires are fully exposed...

The boy was just one of the children born to his many concubines.

The man looked down at the panting boy, speaking a new language that Domi could not understand.

"Where did it come from."

"There is a huge monster on the sea, and those three people came from the monster! I saw it!"