"Nine……"

The goblin, with wounds all over his body and his clothes almost soaked in blood, lay in the government office next to the steam terminal.

There was a tall woman with a collar around her neck and a maid outfit.

She saved him.

Andy knew who she was, she was the maid in Mr. Warlock's house.

He had to admit that his past impression of this maid was influenced by the warlock, and she was also a good person.

Andy wanted to enter the heart of steam before.

No matter how careful he was, Andy was still discovered by those crazy steam machines.

There are enough bombs prepared in his space ring...

But there are too many steam machines.

How crazy were those goblins eighty years ago and how many kinds of steam magic machines they built...

He saw steam vacuum cleaners, steam cars, steam planes, and even a steam fairy wand...

Someone said there was a need, and then goblin engineers and warlock scholars started working on it.

As a result, steam magic has become the mainstream in the Restoration City. Everything is assisted by steam magic, and these steam machines have also flowed into other countries. If the steam riot breaks out in another two years...

Andy stepped on a steam mousetrap and was unfortunately surrounded by a group of machines. He couldn't escape and was only a hair away from death.

Until the tall woman rescued him.

The misfortune is not over yet...

Right, Martin Timothy.

'If you give your body to me, you won't have to suffer bad luck anymore.'

Beautiful thought!

Andy remembered what the maid said to him again.

She said she wanted him to convey one word to Ken Servais: nine.

What is nine?

He sighed. Although it was dangerous here, he continued to wait here.

'How long do you want to stay here? Even if you don't stop the Paladins, they have failed. Didn't you see the corpses of the priests there?'

It was a pity for Emilia to discard things like clergymen if they were tasteless, and the steam machine could not devour them, so their corpses were abandoned casually on the street by old Addison.

Andy saw that scene.

Hundreds of people wearing temple costumes lay dead on the streets. The temple that he thought was invincible also collapsed here.

Andy did not answer Martin's words.

He stood up with support, the old goblin's face reflected in his one eye.

She is still alive now...for her...

…

In the square in the center of the city.

This used to be the square in front of Brenda's Cathedral. Now it is full of cracks, and the shadow of the steam station is looming on the edge of the square.

A man in iron armor is standing on a high platform.

In the morning, it was still old Addison standing here.

But now, the person standing here is him.

Not all the powerful clergymen and paladins left. After all, when old Addison took the people out, there were still some people busy rescuing people in the city.

At this time, there are more people here than in the morning.

Nuns led by the nunnery, numerous bronze-level clergymen, paladins, one gold-level paladin, and two gold-level clergymen.

The abbess of the nunnery and his old drunkard are two epic priests.

These people are all the power that the temple can organize.

And now, these people will cross that line and enter that world.

When the two worlds merge, that's when everyone dies and falls. The temple will do its best to prevent that moment from happening, no matter the cost.

The old drunkard looked at the immature children in front of him and felt that the scene in front of him was a bit unreal.

These people in front of them still don’t know what is happening in that world.

he knows.

Charles came back and told what happened to that world.

That old guy ran down from the priestess's carriage with him. From a servant to an adventurer, he became a warrior of the Mother Goddess. He went through life and death several times in the plane war...

An old man who has returned to the central city of mankind to retire.

He actually fell.

Very unreal.

Old Addison's strength dropped from legendary to epic level... This is an omen.

He knew that the shame of the Prance family weighed down old Addison's shoulders.

But he didn't know that when old Addison's faith was low, the evil god took advantage of him and corrupted him into a cultist...

Next, we can only outwit...

The old drunkard looked at the crowd in front of him and said slowly: "The advance troops have been destroyed, and the responsibility of eradicating the heresy has been placed in our hands..."

These people in front of them didn't know that the person who destroyed the advance force was the leader of the advance force.

Old Addison.

Although the children in front of them knew that the advance force had been destroyed, they had no fear, only the desire to destroy the heresy and their anger against the heresy.

But if they knew...

Then they will question their beliefs.

The old drunkard won't let this happen

He spoke loudly:

"The nun still listens to Sister Anna's words. Others follow me."

Anna is another epic priest.

The golden team set out again, this was their final attack on the heresy.

Charles Addison was not on the team.

He was taken away by Commander Plance, who said he would deal with old Addison.

…

In Charles' eyes, the Temple has always been the strongest.

Under the power of the temple, the main plane maintained order for three eras.

The temple will also send large forces to expedition to other planes.

For the first time, he realized that the temple was also fragile because there was only one god in the temple, the Mother Goddess.

And their enemies will be various existences of the same level as the Mother Goddess.

The world of order is like a small boat on a stormy sea, which may be shattered at any time.

The adoptive father I respect most, the person I regard as my father, he is good at charity, his heart is full of kindness, and he has taught and cultivated countless promising clergymen.

But in just the blink of an eye, he turned around and swung his sword skillfully, beheading several colleagues who didn't even react.

In the blink of an eye, he changed. In the blink of an eye, he became corrupted and became his own enemy.

Prince Mansfield, his teacher, the legendary priest in white, was once the commander and commander of the Temple Expeditionary Force.

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Pronce's left hand was broken, and there were several signs of withering on his body.

Priest Knox didn't hold back at all. The life-depriving power was fully unleashed on him. Without any defense at all, he forcefully took a Mother Goddess Judgment from him and attacked him in exchange for his life.

Crazy woman.

She doesn't care about her own life at all.

It's like actively abandoning your own life, and crazily exchanging injuries for injuries.

"Little Addison, you want to kill Addison?"

Pronce looked at Charles coldly.

He was not wearing formal clothes.

Even when he was sitting on the ground and seriously injured, his momentum was much stronger than that of Charles.

Charles nodded and said, "Yes."

His adoptive father has fallen, and only killing him can end his pain.

Plance said he could help him, so he followed Plance to here, the temple's library office.

Pronce looked at Charles's ferocious face, and he continued to speak in a powerful voice:

"There were priests in the temple's past who were controlled by corruption."

Controlled clergy.

In his eyes, he reappeared in the blood-red desert...the priests whose bodies were full of insect eggs, whose skin was swollen with sarcomas, and whose eyes were filled with bloodlust and killing.

"Like your father, they still retain their own consciousness. Although their beliefs and beliefs have been brainwashed, killing him is just like killing them themselves."

The one slashed at himself with his sword.

With only anger and murderous intent in his eyes, he looked at his female knight with hatred and called himself...father.

Plance shook his head, threw those bad memories out of his mind, and said, "If you decide, then go and take out that little sword from my desk drawer."

Charles did not hesitate. He walked to the table where Pronce had been sitting for a long time and opened the drawer.

The first thing that caught my eye was a family photo.

Captain Plance, his wife and daughter?

Then he looked up slightly, and an ugly sword appeared in front of him.

Compared with a sword, it is more like a simple thorn made from the joints of some kind of insect. There is no blasphemy on it, but the incantation of the priest is engraved on it.

What is this?

"The power of the Mother Goddess can counter the fallen power and bring it into order. This is why the Holy Light can restrain almost all forces defined as heretics...

The thorn in front of you is a small thing that I brought out on the battlefield where I fought against the evil god.

If you insert that thorn into your body, neither you nor your opponent will be able to use the power of faith, whether it is the mother goddess's or the evil god's."

Plance said: "If I were you, I would find someone to kill old Addison together, because when you two lose your strength, you are both vulnerable."

"..." Charles looked at the thorn, shook his head, and said, "I understand..."

His spiritual sense also said so.

Old Addison still retains memories of his past.

Then he knew that Charles Addison liked to use his spiritual sense and could always insert a scalpel into the weakest places of cultists.

He will know that Ken Servais... No, Ken is dead.

If he showed up, he would definitely be attracted as well.

Then this thorn will have its place.

This thorn has been placed in this drawer for a long time.

In this drawer, apart from family photos, it seems that this thorn is the only thing.

Charles looked at Pronce with doubts.

The old soldier continued to bandage his wounds and paid no attention to him.

Charles didn't like to use his brain, so he returned his gaze to the thorn.

This would really kill old Addison.

Kill the one...who raised him.

"Father……"

Charles picked up the sword, closed his eyes, and passed by Pronce.

His footsteps suddenly stopped, he turned to look at Plance, and asked: "Mr. Mansfield, did you expect this day?"

He looked at Mansfield with no expression on his ferocious face.

He has no expression and looks like an ugly middle-aged man without any ferociousness. Compared to anger or laughter, this expression is easier for people to accept.

Strong emotions, strong anger, and the pursuit of honor are always active in his heart, so he rarely shows such expressions.

Pronce did not raise his head and continued to bind his wounds.

He replied in a thick voice:

"No."

"oh."

Charles turned around and left.

He had a hunch that there wouldn't be many opportunities to come here in the future.

"..."

Pronce stopped applying the bandage.

Holy light is the most powerful healing power.

There are many extremely long scars on his body, all over his body filled with explosive muscles.

These are the traces he left behind on his own initiative.

If they were pure scars, they would break apart during excessive exercise. These scars on his body are more like memories than scars. After the initial wound, every time he was injured, he would be on the healed wound.

Preserve scar tissue.

His eyes looked to the right side of his chest.

Under the cover of many huge wounds, a small wound was completely inconspicuous.

It's like the mark of being stabbed with a knife.

That was the first wound.

With his strength at that time, he didn't have to pierce the thorn, but he still pierced the thorn.

Prince Mansfield should have died on that battlefield, in that damn war, in the hands of his daughter.

He did die that day.

Prince Mansfield's pupils gradually faded to a pure silvery gray.

It's time for him to leave.

…

In the tall temple, the kingdom of the evil god.

The blasphemous being and his priest were discussing important topics related to the life of the city as if they were having a normal conversation.

"Do you mean to give up that city?"

Emilia had a strange expression on her face.

"That's my desire to increase my power."

He looked at Ken back and forth carefully as if seeing Ken for the first time.

Ken looked at Emilia with a calm face and a calm heart, and replied calmly: "Because of this sacrifice, the target of the sacrifice is not you, but the God of Watch."

Ken looked at Emilia seriously and said: "The God of Watch has fallen, and Priest Knox obviously continues to believe in the God of Watch. After all, the God of Watch is not only her god, but also her god."

Her lover, her only true love, for her, which one is more worthy of her love, the God of Watching in dreams or the God of Watching in reality?"

Emilia thought for a moment.

He nodded.

"You are right."

He looked at Ken happily and said, "You are indeed my beloved disciple. Come and have one."

He jumped on Ken, and Ken felt the hard scales close to his face, and the pain of the scratches passed away.

Emilia's figure flashed past, appearing behind the sofa in front of her as if she was a little shy, with half of her head exposed, and he continued: "She is indeed practicing my thoughts, and I am also concerned about her and her lover.

You know, the rebellious giant man and woman are as famous as the hybrid... mixed-blood high elves back then..."

Emilia's body flashed, and then suddenly appeared again. She crawled on the other side of where Ken was sitting, covered most of her body with the handle of the sofa, and said, "My dear disciple, do you still remember the promise I made to you?"

"

promise?

Ken looked at Amelia with some confusion.

Then it dawned on him.

He said, "I remember."

Emilia once said.

If he climbed the stairs to the Kingdom of God, she would consider him a disciple at her feet.

But Amelia's next words sent a chill down Ken's back.

"But I didn't expect that my beloved disciple turned out to be a member of the Servais family..."

His head came close to Ken's face again, and his sharp claws poked Ken's face.

"The Servais family, several priests who have killed me, a bloodline that has appeared since the Chaos War, has no real soul..."

The voice paused, and He appeared behind Ken. Ken felt a slender tongue licking his ears. The voice continued: "And it is extremely hostile to distorted reality. After all, she is the Mother Goddess.

That bitch saint is a twisted product, so once he sees us gods who have been betrayed by the world, there will be a steady stream of malice in his heart."

His body slowly climbed up to Ken's back, and his warm, soft, fur-like belly touched the back of Ken's head.

"Ken Servais."

Ken frowned.

Unexpectedly, the blasphemous evil contract could not hide his identity.

Let Emilia discover her Servais family lineage.

The Servais family and the cultists are mortal enemies!

I never thought he would fail because of his own bloodline!

Emilia's next words were not as cold as he imagined, but became warmer. Her soft body climbed on Ken's body, wrapping Ken around in circles, and he spoke.

:

"I'm very happy."

His voice became active, and his muddy face looked at Ken excitedly, and the rose-like fragrance fell on Ken's face.

"Maybe I shouldn't just make you a disciple, but you can bear my name and walk the earth and act in the name of my brothers and sisters."

Ken's cold sweat that just disappeared broke out again.

etc.

No way.

You guys don't mean to say that.

"Do you want to be my saint? Beloved disciple."

Emilia's soft voice sounded in his ears.

Don’t want to!

Absolutely not!

Ken dared to step onto the ladder only after he was sure that he could bear the strength of his disciples.

The position of saint.

is special.

For the evil god, disciples are also special. Disciples mean that they are the beloved beings who spread information about the evil god. Their authority is greater than that of priests. They can even communicate with the evil god, and their authority becomes more powerful.

Under the ardent attention of the Evil God, the authority can be no less than that of the Evil God Bishop and the Evil God Pope.

But saints are even more special.

Because the evil god can use your body to walk in the world.

Seeing you is like seeing an evil god!

And you are not being watched by the evil god, but the evil god directly enters your body.

broken!

Do the bodies of the Servais family smell that good? There is no need to be so greedy, right?

Isn’t he the mortal enemy of the evil god?

Why does it seem now that Servais's bloodline has a deep connection with the evil god?

Ken turned his head slightly and looked at Emilia's head beside him.

Can I still refuse now?

"You're not ready yet."

Emilia's voice wants to ring out:

"I know this kind of thing happens too quickly for you. You don't know why I favor you so suddenly... because the bodies of the Servais family are really great."

Emilia appeared opposite Ken again and said: "You don't know how much I love you in my heart. Before you met me, I thought your body was human and could not bear my deepest love.

But I didn’t expect that after meeting...

You are actually from the Servais family... People from this family can be transformed into people with excellent touch, and you have the charismatic ability to carry my power, which is enough for the plane to recognize your status..."

His words are full of favor.

In Ken's ears, it was no less than reading his own death sentence.

Announcing his death step by step.

He wanted to refuse, but he didn't dare.

"Come and be my saint" and "go to hell" have the same meaning at this time.

"I'll give you another chance to climb the ladder."

Emilia said: "Next time you climb the stairs, then you will become my saint."

I see.

The next time you climb the stairs and enter His Kingdom, you will die.

Ken nodded and said seriously: "I understand."

Emilia nodded with satisfaction.

This believer in front of me is really good.

Be true to yourself.

Will please myself again.

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Smart and eye-catching.

He must be eager to become his own saint!

But He still needs some respect! It took so many days for this guy to climb the stairs last time!

This time, He will make him eagerly climb the stairs, hum hum…

Ken was thinking about how to reduce the evil god's favorability towards him.

This thing is not easy to reduce.

The best he can do is to ensure that he will never contact this evil god again. After all, he has another blasphemy position, a new blasphemy target has appeared, and the Emilia in front of him is no longer unique to him, she is just an old evil god.

Emilia flashed in front of Ken's eyes again excitedly. With a sweep of her tail, she swept away all the sacrifices on the table like garbage.

A small cup appeared in Emilia's hand.

This cup is very exquisite. It looks like it is made of gold and has many gems inlaid on it.

The cup was placed in the middle of the table.

Emilia's paw appeared on the cup, and with a swipe of her other hand's paw, a drop of blood dripped in.

The blood of the evil god is also red.

The drop of blood automatically grows in the cup and eventually fills the cup.

Emilia still maintained an excited posture. She seemed to have been thinking about something that would satisfy her, and she said happily: "You have eaten the Holy Communion and received the baptism of God. Now, drink the Holy Blood,

You will become my disciple, and my will will extend to you."

Drink the blood of the gods.

Ken picked up the cup.

The blood in the cup suddenly boiled and jumped into his mouth.

"..."

Ken's face turned pale.

A large amount of muddy knowledge overflowed into his brain.

Too much.

Too much.

He is like a small glass water pipe, with super-large and super-thick knowledge smashed into his brain.

Eight Kailins cycled back and forth in front of his eyes.

Which god becomes a disciple?

I want to drink the blood of gods!

You are the evil god!

You are the source of pollution, and pollution is the embodiment of your power!

Pay attention to yourself!

To die, to die...

Ken's mind became a blur.

Emilia tapped her disciple's face with her paw.

its not right.

Theoretically there is no problem.

But the Ken.exe in front of me seems to have stopped running.

Some pollution slowly emerged from his body.

"Ah, I remembered, I am the evil god..." Emilia scratched her face helplessly.

The last time we had disciples was a long time ago.

My personality at that time...

The youngest princess likes to joke, constantly making fun of the adults, likes to eat, and even swallowed her sister's god-killing creature.

So stupid.

I feel a little stupid now because I think of my past experiences.

This is His first disciple after becoming the evil god.

Because no one truly believes in Him.

Except He transformed the brain of His creation.

His priests, even if they are powerful and willing to help him bring his dreams to reality, cannot truly agree with his preferences.

Don't you just like jokes?

Don't you just like to make fun of everyone and make everyone suffer, fear, and embarrassment?

Moreover, my other preference is flesh and blood, which is quite satisfying.

It's regrettable.

His twisted face looked at Ken.

He is the first person to identify with his own existence. Although he is just a little guy from the third generation tribe and is much weaker than other priests, he does identify with himself. He can feel that the person in front of him absolutely believes in him.

That's why He treated Ken with such high standards.

He bit Ken's mouth and slowly sucked out the excess pollution from Ken's body.

He smashed and smashed his mouth.

As long as the beloved disciple in front of me comes back again.

He will make him his saint and be completely with himself.

This is the first thing besides my sister that identifies me, especially after my fall.

The blasphemous evil contract in Ken's body trembled slightly.

He suddenly came back to his senses.

In front of me is the twisted evil god.

mouth……

Why does it hurt? It feels like being bitten by some large carnivore...

Ken looked at Amelia in confusion, but Amelia didn't say anything. She put her palm on the top of Ken's head and touched it gently.

"This is recognition, which represents my recognition of you."

When He spoke His name, He spit out a series of nouns, which translated as Emilia.

Ken found that a lot of organized knowledge automatically appeared in his mind.

It's like someone pried open his own brain, stuffed this useful knowledge into it, and then put his brain back together completely.

[Current gaze level: Disciple]

[When you exceed the gaze level, you will continue to be affected by the evil god, and your human anchor point will bear part of the pollution on your behalf]

That is to say...

If you have too much pollution.

Caelynn and Amy will also be contaminated...

Especially Kailin, she is just an ordinary half-elf girl next door. If she is contaminated...it will definitely be difficult to survive...

Those who can ignore pollution, Ken only knows how to blaspheme the pollution contract and the evil god.

Damn it, when he performed a special sacrifice to Emilia, wouldn't it be that Kailin was also affected...

probably not.

If she is polluted, she will definitely show it. The slightest trace of pollution is fatal to order life, not to mention she is just an ordinary half-elf girl next door.

Although Ken knew about the disciples of the evil god from his family.

It is equivalent to directly obtaining a certain source of power from the evil god, and having the power to extend this power with one's own will.

He is a being who is completely favored by the evil god. Only after he accepts the will of the evil god can he be called a disciple.

But Ken didn’t know about the Holy Communion, Holy Wine, Baptism, Recognition...

However, it seems that there is no problem with the program, the things in his mind are normal, his power has become a disciple level, and he keeps getting fragments of knowledge from Emilia in his mind.

It's very messy, but it also has an effect when you add up a little.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Feeling the power in his body and the knowledge that Emilia gave him, Ken nodded seriously.

In Emilia's world.

As a disciple, he is enough to influence legendary and even demigod-level monsters!

He can go out now.

He looked at Emilia and asked, "Can I go deal with that priest now?"

"Okay." Amelia looked at Ken and said.

"And if you come back now, you can become a saint directly."

Ken used his power to gently shake the surrounding space.

Emilia's power is closely related to space.

So he was directly teleported back and forth several times.

His power is indeed great.

Amelia jumped slightly and jumped onto the sofa.

Put on a lazy look.

That's right, it's this disdain.

This kind of disdain must be very majestic when looking at Ken who is rushing over, and... it won't scare him.

He waits...

One second.

Two seconds.

--etc.

His eyes were fixed on Ken.

His beloved disciple couldn't wait to enter the world of dreams and began to lay out the evil net, and couldn't wait to bring the last giant to an end...

It really fits my own ideas.

A wonderful ending.

The last giant died as an ordinary human...

Ah... He is indeed a being who thinks the same as me. I just didn't reveal that he wanted to attack Priest Knox because of jealousy. His mentality is really mature. After all, jealousy shows that he cares about him.

As expected of himself, the God of Dreams who will destroy this world will build that dream world where others can exist...

Emilia's excitement faltered slightly.

But this is not what I expected!

You bastard lover!

Emilia kicked the sofa away with her angry little feet.

He asked him to come back quickly.

When you become a saint, is it difficult to do anything?

That was just a demigod who had lost his god, but he was the real evil god!

That's not an easy thing.

What a proud believer.

He decided that he would pretend to ignore his call next. Yes, no matter how he called him, he would not respond. He wanted this guy to understand his anger and not to act arbitrarily based on his favor!

…

That was a long, long time ago.

At that time, continents and seas equally divided the world.

The original world gave rise to the original giant, the original dragon, and the world tree, which were the products of one generation.

The original giant created the giant, the original dragon gave birth to the giant dragon, and the world tree gave birth to the high elves.

This is a second generation product.
Chapter completed!