The ultimate of the mysterious person is a powerful god.

The peak of the profession corresponds to the priesthood of the gods.

When the gods are high above, in the Kingdom of God, and control everything, they can give their believers favors, and even turn their theocracy into professions to spread to the world. Instead, they use the power of religion and faith to make their theocracy more powerful and rich.

This is the original relationship between God and the believers and the church.

Gods provide protection to believers, and believers provide faith and promotion to God.

But now, the gods who are lofty have fallen to the mortal world.

They are no longer truly invincible.

Those new legends and demigods are also eager to go further.

Therefore, the God, who was originally believed in by believers, became the prey of their believers.

Most gods understand this in their hearts, so even if they land on earth, they dare not tell their believers, but instead avoid them.

The top leaders of the sect also knew in their hearts that their growing ambitions were secretly mobilizing the power of the sect, borrowing the name of God, looking for the "Lord" they believed in, and then finding ways to kill him.

Ms. Dark Night asked her believers to hunt the God of Darkness.

On the surface, it seems to be for a long-term hatred.

But isn’t it a disaster to lead the east?

After all, the overlapping attributes of her and the God of Darkness was indeed like a thorn in the throat in the past. But now... it is indeed the best one, the one who takes the blame.

Of course, these secrets, unpublished and recognized sneaky figures, like Johnson, are not qualified to know.

He still believed that even if the goddess who worshipped him was not so pious, she would never have any bad intentions.

Of course... Nowadays, "Johnarson" is indefinite.

At the door of the sloppy tavern, there were two small flower beds piled up like a touch, but the structure was a bit simple and perfunctory. Even so, it symbolized that it seemed that it wanted to sort out a messy image, but the dead and broken branches were used as a toothpick, thus becoming a sapling. In this large flower bed, it seemed particularly miserable and pitiful at this moment. Some uncleaned garbage, nauseous vomit, and the used beast's thin intestines were discarded in the flower bed. Various strange smells mixed together, exuding an unpleasant stench, attracting groups of flies with tenacious vitality flying around, as if they were performing some kind of upset overture. Even the most vulgar wild men passing by would inevitably frown slightly and feel unhappy.

A wooden sign is nailed crookedly on the wooden door. Only by exerting your eyes, can you barely see clearly. The handwriting written on it is - Miracle Tavern. Of course, this tavern, looking at the appearance alone, will only make people feel desperate and have no idea where the miracle is.

When you open the wooden door, there is a large place in the tavern. There are some small and thin single rooms divided on the left and right. Through the simple curtains, you can even see some wriggling flesh. There are waves of depression or panting like ghosts and howlings in the room.

On the big wooden tables in the middle, the guys who were dressed in disheveled but seemed generous were drinking while holding their arms around their backs and laughing. But what was shining in their eyes was obviously not a kind look.

Someone is thinking about the other person's wallet.

Some people directly aimed at the other party's life.

Maybe they are drinking together today, and tomorrow the bodies of some of them will float on the sea and be eaten by the monsters floating from the bottom of the sea.

The increasingly huge interests of the port, coupled with the lack of constraints of fixed order, make everyone here want and hope to get more. Under the temptation of huge, almost worthless money, everyone will have an illusion that they can control the world and gain everything.

Almost every one of them smiled happily, colliding with each other in wine glasses, like good brothers who were loyal to each other.

Behind the place are high platforms separated by iron railings. Inside the platform, some girls whose clothes were exposed or... were directly exposed, twisting their bodies hard on the platform. Their appearance was only ordinary, but under the dim light, no one cared about it. As long as the rabbits swayed on their chests were enough to rub their palms, it was exciting enough. Dozens of red-faced men stood beside the iron railings with their hands dancing, lying on the iron railings, lying on the iron railings, stretching out their hands from time to time, snatched the sensitive parts of the girls, then put crystal water stains in front of their noses and sniffed them, and even put them in wine glasses as seasonings, and then bursts of despicable laughter.

Of course, for those drunkards who can occasionally take out shiny copper coins and throw them on the table, these girls may even throw a few charming eyes to lure them to spend more, acquiesce to their grasping behavior, and even deliberately put their thighs away in front of them to show their secret garden. But if a guy who doesn't pay this dares, they will use the high heels on his feet to step on the guy's hands, so that he can know what it means to connect with the ten fingers. There are not many little white rabbits who make a living in such a place.

Behind the counters on both sides, more than a dozen dressed-up women were teasing the drunkards unrestrainedly, and then selling low-quality drinks that they could not sell to the drunkards.

Chu He walked straight to a counter, and as Johnson had used to call a glass of red lips from the Nolan World. This wine was like a beautiful woman's red lips, warm, refreshing and psychedelic feeling, which was Johnson's favorite.

First, he drank the wine in a small sip, and after savoring it for a while, he took out three gold coins in pain and handed them to the beautiful waiter standing in front of him. In secret, he monitored Chu He's gaze, withdrew his gaze, and at the same time released some buttons to activate special mechanisms.

After taking the gold coins handed over by Chu He, the beauty pulled a thin rope beside her. A string of bells sounded crisply behind the rope.

Then behind the counter, next to the beautiful waiter, a small door suddenly cracked silently on the wall.

Chu He quickly jumped over the counter, touched the beautiful waiter's butt with irregular hands and feet, and then he lowered his body and penetrated into the small door.

Entering along the small door, there was a hidden passage behind it. Chu He carefully made no noise. He bypassed a large pile of wine barrels and piles of sausages, bacon and smoked fish, and jumped over several boxes containing contraband. At the end of the passage was a stone wall.

In the dark passage, only a trace of light was emitted from the stone wall. On the stone wall was painted an image of the lady of the night. Chu He first prayed to the lady. Then he walked to the stone wall, and his palm vibrated the magic energy with a unique rhythm. Then he knocked it lightly thirteen times. The next moment, the stone wall cracked into two pieces.

On the other side of the stone wall is a small room with comfortable furnishings. More than a dozen white candles lit up the entire room. A circle of large chairs covered with monster fur surrounds the entire room, and a stone table is placed in the middle.

An old man with only one eye was sitting on one of the chairs, filling his drinks with a strange smile that made people want to punch him a few times.

Seeing Johnson walk in, the one-eyed old man showed a somewhat hideous smile.

"So it's Little Johnson! How about it... Are you watching the bastards in the Dark Clan every day? Have you found any news?" The old one-eyed grinned, revealing his big yellow teeth. It's hard to imagine that a guy with such an image would actually be a bishop of the Dark Clan Ms.

Moreover, after the magic energy tide surged, he successfully became a tenth-level profession and a secret speaker of the night.

Chu He looked at the one-eyed dragon, and the twisted power of chaos quietly blocked every exit and room here.

Then he said without any haste: "Where is Ms. Dark Night?"

The old one-eyed dragon was stunned, his expression was only a moment of surprise, without much fluctuation, and then he seemed to understand what Chu He was asking, looked at Chu He with a strange look, and then said, "You are not Johnathan...Who are you?"
Chapter completed!