February of the British Empire was already very cold. For the people who came to worship Arthur Riya, several fireplaces were still formed in the mourning hall, which was very warm. After all, not everyone is a capable person.
If you don’t light the fireplace in winter, it’s definitely a rhythm of seeking death...
But when Osilis, who was wearing a black cloak and holding a sickle appeared, the temperature of the whole room dropped a lot. People with poor physical fitness could no longer help but sneeze a few times, and even contracted their bodies involuntarily. However,
Even so, these people are extremely lucky.
Because since the founding of the World of Faren and the rules were perfected, the seven goddesses under the World Tree have not been together for a long time, especially after the Father Goddess Peter Pan Gu left the World of Faren, it can be said that they have not interacted for thousands of years.
Once, three true gods appeared in the mourning hall of a palace in a small country in the Feren world.
Compared to Yulia's kneeling on the ground, Don Quixote kneeled in front of Osilis, "Great Goddess Osilis, my two friends are dead, I'm very sad, so I
My throat was a little inflamed, and a mouthful of phlegm was produced inside. Then I felt itchy throat, and then I coughed, and then I spit out the phlegm, and then accidentally flew to the skirt of the same great goddess Hera
Then she wanted to kill me, probably that's it."
"Oh," Osilis nodded, turned around and looked at Hera, the goddess of nature, "Forget it, you go, I won't bother with you."
Osilis's somewhat cold voice was so natural and his tone was so natural. Everyone present couldn't help but laugh. Obviously, Don Quixote's phlegm was definitely intentional. Of course, no one would have
Those who dare to laugh, after all, they are not Don Quixote with Osilis support, so they will definitely die if they smile.
At this time, the heart of the goddess Hera of nature must be exploded. She was just teased by the mysterious Buddha before, and she killed just a piece of soul fragment of her family. Then she was vomited by a humble human.
Phlegm, so the cultivation of the goddess Hera of nature is considered good. If it is replaced by other true gods, such as the goddess of time, Feila, probably started to curse at this time, with a calm face and a smile on the corner of her mouth.
Thinking about it.
"Hermas~" Hera took a deep breath, and the stain on her clothes disappeared without a trace, as if it had been purified by some force, and then he looked at the hall behind Osilis.
Quixote has a feeling that I remember you, but Hera also knows that she, who only has the belief of light elves and a small number of creatures in nature, cannot beat a whole person in any way.
Osilis of the Underworld, especially I don’t know what happened recently. Osilis’s power has made rapid progress, and he is vaguely in the same position as the Sun God. Naturally, she has been humiliated twice in a day and will never want to accept it again.
When she was insulted for the third time, she nodded when she thought of this, "Okay, just a bug, my sister said something, so I won't care about him."
Speaking of this, Hera looked down at Yulia, who was kneeling in front of her and looked at her at a loss. Obviously, for this somewhat simple elf queen, she no longer knew what to do. Hera was her.
The god he believed in, Don Quixote's actions obviously insulted his faith. Normally, this is a desperate attempt, but Don Quixote did this to Arthur Pandri, who was like her daughter.
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As a sincere voter, she knew very well that for some reason, the goddess of nature, Hera, has endless disgust for humans, half-elves, and even pure-blooded elves who marry humans, so at this moment Yulia
I feel extremely embarrassed. In the past life, Don Quixote's hometown, a Chinese saying is that Zhu Bajie looks in the mirror, and he is not a human inside or outside.
"Get up, my child," Hera seemed to be no longer angry, and even the trace of anger on her face disappeared without a trace. After all, she was a true god, and she still had this little bit of stomach, "I won't blame you."
," said Hera, and turned around again, "Human, for the sake of your willingness to offend me for a person with only elves, I will not care, but I will not change my position!
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Then she turned into a pile of green spots of light, looking like a pile of fireflies, dissipating in the air, but everyone present could still hear the sigh before she left, "I gave it to me."
Everything you perfect has not given you a heart that can withstand the dirty world..."
"It's still the same," Apollo, the sun god who was like a cute loli, curled his lips and broke the silence. "I always like to say something that makes people goose bump, and when did you have a living believer?
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Naturally, this sentence was said to Osilis, who was standing there silently, "I said why did he have such courage? It turned out to be your voter."
"It's been a long time," Osilis lowered his head and bowed slightly to Apollo. Ding, which was considered to be a respect for her second sister, but it can be seen that Osilis seemed to be born with not liking this second sister very much.
After all, God of Death is understandable, and it is understandable to hate the sunshine.
"Is that?" Apollo Ding walked around Osilis and walked to Don Quixote. Because Don Quixote was half kneeling on the ground at this time, Apollo Ding happened to be looking directly at him.
Eyes, "Are you afraid of me?"
Obviously, Don Quixote's bravery just now remains in everyone's minds. He dares to spit at the true god, which is unprecedented, but it is such a person who is looking directly at him and is a bit cute.
After the sun god Apollo Ding, his eyes involuntarily dodged, which made Apollo Ding a little suspicious. It was impossible for a person's surname to change so much in such a short time.
"No, no," Don Quixote shook his head with a sneering smile, "I have never had such close contact with the great true god, especially the beautiful true god you are, too... too... too... too...
I'm nervous."
"I'm very beautiful?" Apollo Ding lies across her chest with her hands crossed. Of course, she has no breasts now, but according to the aesthetics of Chara Donghai, you can imagine a completely Apollo.
The breasts are definitely not very small, although the former world's strongest man has already retracted into the wall of sighs, fortunately Don Quixote is wearing a robe, which is relatively wide and kneeling.
So I can't see what is inside, and the dignified sun god naturally cannot use his own spiritual energy. To be precise, the god can peek at a human being, but even so, when this true god is so far away from Don Quixote
After a while, he was also a little dry and guilty.
"Well," Don Quixote nodded heavily, but he also felt that this seemed inconvincing, so he took out the set of rhetoric he composed many years ago to please the goddess of magic.
That is nature, you are more than just beautiful! In the eyes of the world, you are the combination of beauty and wisdom, the embodiment of heroes and justice. No one in the whole world dislikes you. When the flowers in winter meet you, they will be open to you.
The flying birds are impressed by your beauty and stop flying to appreciate your appearance. The fish in the water are inferior because of your beauty. They sink to the bottom of the water. When the moon sees you, they hide in the clouds and flowers.
You are so shy that you are no longer open..."
"Haha," Apollo Ding showed a very sweet smile, and his voice was also a very crisp childish voice. He was wearing thousands of clothes and flattered. This sentence is in any world, for anyone,
All are correct, as long as you don't take a picture of the horse's hooves.
"It's interesting," she said, with a pure smile on her face, stretching out her little hand and gently rubbing Don Quixote's head. But then, if Don Quixote looked up at this moment,
You will find that the speed of this little loli changing face is as fast as a book. She had a cute smile the moment before, but now she has become a little hideous.
"After all, the True God is the True God. If such a thing is spread, it will still damage God's majesty, so forget it."
As soon as Apollo's words fell, she seemed to have turned into a small sun emitting golden light. Everyone in the room fainted, except for Don Quixote, obviously, this kind of
Even if the spell that erases memory is used by the true god, it is invalid for Don Quixote. It has nothing to do with strength, but the rules are just written.
However, Don Quixote still felt a little dizzy and did not see the trace of Apollo's gaze that was indeed such a look.
"Ah!" Just as Don Quixote was a little surprised. When this true god did to him, a stinging pain was transmitted from the depths of his soul to his consciousness. Obviously, as a
Don Quixote, a master of the soul, knew very well that the only explanation for this situation was that his soul was forcibly torn apart by the outside world, but the only thing that is thankful is that Apollo Ding is not a simple desire.
She seemed to be looking for something when she tore her soul apart, so the current situation is that although the soul has wounds, fortunately it has not been torn off!
"Brush~" Without any hesitation, when Don Quixote screamed, he turned his back to Apollo. Ding's sickle in his hand waved his back, and chopped Apollo's head.
In the past, it was obvious that in Osilis' heart, the importance of her voters was far greater than that of the sun god Apollo. Ding. She used her magic to erase everyone's memories, but Osilis did not stop her. After all,
He is a sister, and the true god has dignity, but when this sister actually attacks her voters, she can't bear it.
"Oh!" Apollo Ding leaped gently, and a backflip landed on Osilith's sickle. "I'm angry," she clapped her hands and returned to the innocent and cute cute idiot.
Li's expression, "I just don't want this to spread. We still need the dignity of our true god, but the soul of your elect seems to be a little special, so I used another magic technique to try to turn him into
That part of the soul fragments related to the memory were removed."
"No," Osilis, who had a dead silence in her eyes, stared coldly at Apollo. Ding, she naturally knew that Don Quixote's soul was a bit special, but that's all. For the true god,
This special surname does not have much effect, "My voters will not talk nonsense."
"Okay, okay~" Apollo shrugged, "Since you say that, then forget it, the boy on that side will tell Rommel for me, and as long as it is related to that person in the future, I will allow her to summon me directly,
And you don't have to pray to me first."
Because of the pain of the soul, Don Quixote, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, narrowed his eyes slightly, "As for orders, the great sun god."
"Haha..." Apollo, who chuckled a few times, turned into a ball of golden light and shot out towards the direction of the sun...
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Osilis, who put away his sickle, squatted in front of Don Quixote, stretched out his finger and pushed him. Although he didn't say anything, Don Quixote already understood the meaning of this, "By sir, it's just a soul."
A wound appeared on it, and it would be fine if you rest for a while."
"Hmph~" Somehow, a ball of water suddenly appeared in Osilis's hand, and then the ball of water washed Don Quixote's hair hard. Until she looked fresh, she clapped her hands and stared again.
After taking a look at Don Quixote, he clapped his hands and returned to the underworld with satisfaction... (To be continued.