"destiny?"

Helen murmured, looking at Zhou Chen's eyes, gradually as if she was watching a change.〖∈8〖∈8〖∈8〖∈read〖∈∈book,.2∞3.↓o

As the temple saint, Helen is naturally familiar with the temple's disgusting charlatan technique.

According to her experience, when the young priests in the temple talk about theology or fate with a beautiful woman, it is usually the priest who intends to attack the beauty. It is extremely silver, but very realistic.

After hearing Zhou Chen's words, Alice, a beautiful woman in black dress next to Helen, obviously immediately classified Zhou Chen as the kind of scum who likes to seduce and deceive little girls.

However, not only did she not show it, but she also had to smile and nodded in agreement, saying, "Your Excellency is right. It is fate that let us meet here. I hope that for the sake of the goddess of fate, you can save us and save His Highness the Princess."

Zhou Chen: “…”

Looking at the two actors with superb acting skills in front of him speechlessly, Zhou Chen knew that these two beauties had regarded him as a professional seduction and abduction girl's soul faded.

You will know it by looking at their unnatural expressions and their little eyes that hide deep disdain.

But Zhou Chen didn't care. He was not a good person, but a person who did whatever he wanted. Over the years, he had never seen anyone stop him.

However, today he is not a desire or a fire that is shocked by the heart, but he really feels the existence of fate.

Because, he found a small silver statuette at the waist of the Lord of the Sea that was so full of grip.

This is a statue of a god, carved by a beautiful woman wearing a delicate garland and a half-shoulder suit, a beautiful and elegant god.

If Zhou Chen read it correctly, that god should be called Muse, the titled Spring Water Goddess.

Don't ask Zhou Chen why he knows it, because he also has an exact statue, and it was given to him by the goddess of spring water himself. {Please see Chapter 120 of this book}

The gust ring worn on his finger flashed with a glimmer of light, and a small silver statue appeared in Zhou Chen's hand.

Sure enough, when Helen saw the silver statue in Zhou Chen's hand, she immediately looked down at her waist, where exactly the same statue was hanging quietly.

"How could you have statues of ancient heretic gods? Are you not afraid of being crucified and stolen?" Helen said in surprise.

"Water. How could you ask such words? Don't you have them too?" Zhou Chen also said in shock.

"I am the temple saint, and no one can care about me except the Pope! And the Pope will not care about such trivial matters." Helen was very serious and replied with a little smug expression.

Zhou Chen: “…”

For the first time, he discovered the abominable thing about a double-standard dog.

Seeing Zhou Chen silent, Helen didn't dare to say anything nonsense, but just raised her pretty head, stared at Zhou Chen with beautiful sea blue eyes, and asked carefully: "Is this fate you are talking about? The statue of this heretic god?"

"It's the muse of the spring goddess, not a heretic."

Zhou Chen frowned, feeling a little sad. He thought that the Lord of Hai was a believer of the Muse, but he didn't expect that the heretic god was just wearing a playful look.

According to his experience of traveling through planes over the years, generally speaking, the gods who were regarded as heretics were probably the unlucky gods who lost in the gods' war.

He remembered that the reason why the goddess of Spring Water crossed the multiverse to Douqi Dalu helped him improve his strength seemed to be to help Zhou Chen take action to help their divine system win the war one day.

But after Muse gave him this statue that could be used as a communication tool, he had never contacted him; and for so many years, Zhou Chen sometimes wanted to use the statue to contact this beautiful goddess, chat and talk, and relieve his loneliness, but he could not contact him...

Zhou Chen has always thought that the divine system to which the Muse belonged had won the god battle and he was no longer needed, so he cut off his connection with him.

But now it seems that things are not as good as he imagined. At least in this mortal plane, the Muse's divine system has failed.

Hopefully she hasn't died yet...

Seeing Zhou Chen's ugly face with a gloomy face, Helen and Alice looked at each other and looked at each other.

It turned out that this young face with black hair and black eyes did not want to trick them, but really felt the encounter of fate.

Because, the statue of the heretic god in Helen's hand may be the last one on the entire mainland.

If Helen, who was born with beauty, had not found this beautiful statue covered with dust in the treasure room of the temple when she was young and stored it closely like a treasure doll, I am afraid that today, the man in front of her would not have looked at her, let alone stayed, and discussed her fate with her.

Helen felt for the first time that the heretic god seemed not that bad. At least, this small statue called the goddess of spring water brought good luck to herself.

"Your Excellency, this strange... does this statue represent the god you believe in?" Alice, a beautiful woman in black dress, asked softly with her eyebrows down and her eyes.

"No, so far, there is no god who has given me the right to believe in me."

Zhou Chen smiled faintly, then lowered his head slightly, looked at the dim silver statuette in his hand, and murmured softly: "It's just an old friend, Buck, I owe her a promise."

Sighing, Zhou Chen put away the statue, glanced at the two uneasy women, and said coldly: "Since you are not believers of the Muse, then there is no connection between us in fate. See you again."

After saying that, Zhou Chen turned around and planned to leave, making the undead mage who had been waiting for it overjoyed!

At first, he thought that the reason why this man with a strong aura stopped was because he was attracted by Helen's beauty and beauty. At that time, the Necromancer was ready to fight with Zhou Chen.

But later, he heard that the two of them were a little unhappy about a statue of a heretic god, so he patiently planned to wait for Zhou Chen to leave.

Sure enough, the two of them broke down, and the man who made him extremely afraid of him was about to leave completely.

The Necromancer laughed in his heart. It seemed that this time, he would not disappoint his master again...

Meanwhile, beside the carriage.

Seeing Zhou Chen turning around without any delay, Helen and Alice immediately became anxious. The undead mage was still staring at him and waiting to pick up the corpse. Now if this seemingly powerful man left, they would be really dead.

Her beautiful eyes rolled, and Helen looked at Zhou Chen who was gradually moving away with a pale face. She knew that if she could not impress the man with one sentence, she might not have the chance to say the second sentence.

After all, from the corner of her eyes, she had already seen the undead mage, raising her wand, ready to command his Death Knight and Skeleton Warrior to crush Helen and the other three.

"Your Excellency, I may know the whereabouts of the Spring Goddess." Helen, who was wise in a hurry, suddenly said.

As soon as this said, Zhou Chen's figure immediately paused. He turned around and turned, raised his eyebrows and said, "Really?"

"Really. I have a deep understanding of theology. The history of heretic gods is within the scope of theology. Moreover, many temple secrets only have high priests who know part of the secrets, and I almost know them all."

Helen hurriedly revealed all his trump cards, trying to impress Zhou Chen.

As soon as this said, Zhou Chen nodded slowly. Since Helen is the saint of a temple, it is normal for him to know some gods.

"If you lie, she will be buried with you." Zhou Chen pointed to Alice, a beautiful woman in black dress, beside her, and said lightly.

"I am the temple saint, and I have never lie." Helen said in a deep voice with a small face tense.

Hearing this, Zhou Chen stared at Helen for a while before turning his head, looking at the undead mage who had changed his face, sighed and said, "This matter had nothing to do with me, but it's now."

"Your Excellency, the information of the heretic gods, my master, the arrogant lord of the abyss, may be equally clear. Why do you have to pin your hopes on a woman?"

Although the Necromancer was already very angry, he still did not show it. Instead, he tried to persuade Zhou Chen: "The more beautiful a woman is, the more she will be able to deceive people. I suspect that she has no knowledge of the heretic gods at all. She just longed for your rescue and then she wanted to deceive you."

"If that were the case, her father's empire would be buried with her." Zhou Chen still said lightly.

Helen may not be trusted, but what a dog? The Great Lord of the Abyss, who sounds like a villain who is chaotic and evil camp, can't even believe what he says is a punctuation mark.

Moreover, if Helen broke the contract, Zhou Chen could destroy her whole family; if the undead mage broke the contract, Zhou Chen had no good way to deal with him.

A cruel person like this who has refined himself into a half-ghost and half-undead puppet like a lich probably has no relatives or friends at all, and he is not afraid of death at all. Even if Zhou Chen wants to threaten him, he can't find his handle.

Moreover, this undead wizard is ugly and does not conform to Zhou Chen's aesthetic.

"You are really determined to be an enemy of the Abyss Lord?"

The undead mage stared at Zhou Chen with his dead fish eyes, his body tensed, and he was obviously a little nervous.

"Tsk, these days, even the clown dares to call him the great king." Zhou Chen smiled coldly and said.

"Then there is nothing to talk about."

The demon king he believed in was blasphemed in person, and the undead mage couldn't even talk, otherwise even if Zhou Chen spared him, the Abyss King would not spare him.

"My name is Idar Apollonidas, the Great Necromancer, the saint of the Lord of Arrogant, and humanity, report your name!"

The undead mage called out a long list of his own names, but Zhou Chen ignored him at all and just looked at him with a fool's eyes.

This made the undead mage furious. With his magic wand, a ball of black air quickly floated out. The black air instantly condensed into a dark space crack. Then, a burst of roar suddenly came from the crack!

The next second, the space crack was torn apart by two black bone claws protruding out, and then a huge bone dragon about a hundred meters long appeared in front of Zhou Chen!

The bone dragon had no flesh and blood on its body, and was completely connected by black or pale bones. In his eyes, two green ghost fires kept flashing, and the huge and hideous dragon head made Helen and others extremely frightened.

The strength of this undead mage is enough to be comparable to the holy level if he can summon the bone dragon!

Because the bone dragon is the holy rank!

The undead mage shook up and stood on the back of the bone dragon. The bone dragon opened its big mouth and let out a dragon's roar!

"Dragon Flame!"

The terrifying sound of the undead mage as hoarse as sawing wood sounded. The next second, he slapped his foot gently, and the skull dragon opened its mouth. A terrible dragon breath of ice blue sprayed at Zhou Chen, Helen and others beside him!

"It's quite annoying..."

Zhou Chen laughed, raised his left hand, and a golden light curtain instantly blocked the dragon's dragon's breath!

The dragon's breath was blocked by the golden light curtain and immediately dissipated, and the undead mage was also shocked.

The golden light curtain represents the golden fighting spirit. The man in front of him is indeed a saint-level powerful man. No wonder he dares to trek into this muddy water!

The undead mage snorted coldly, with a finger of his wand, the bone dragon collided towards Zhou Chen with a whistling sound, and the death knights and silver-armored skeletons also rushed towards Zhou Chen!

Under the cover of the Bone Dragon, the undead mage once again raised his wand and chanted a spell like a ghost crying and howling!

"The abyss is above, darkness is without boundaries!"

A hoarse roar sounded between the world. Suddenly, several space cracks suddenly emerged in front of the golden light curtain set by Zhou Chen, and wisps of black thick mist sprayed out from it, constantly eroding the power of the golden light curtain!

Zhou Chen did not respond to this.
To be continued...