Banner of the Evil God

Above a simple small grave in a small town public cemetery, the invisible Sui Xiong stared at the tombstone engraved with "Mr. Xiong is buried here, he was a good man" and sighed deeply.

The cause of death of traveler Sui Xiong MK2 was very ordinary... One day when he was shopping on the roadside, a frightened and crazy cow ran rampant and was about to hit the old man selling vegetables next to him, so he rushed over and pushed the old man away. However, he was actually hit by the violent running bull and died on the spot.

There was nothing unacceptable about this way of death. He asked himself, dying to save others was not a bad way to die.

It's just... I always feel a bit regretful.

The task of experiencing life and deeply understanding the moral values ​​​​of people in this world has not been completed yet!

He thought for a while and created a clone again.

It still carries his memories on Earth, but it has been slightly adjusted from a frail scholar to an agile man. Things such as his origins have also been slightly adjusted to avoid overlapping with the previous "Mr. Xiong" situation.

Of course, advanced language proficiency is still required.

"With such skills, you shouldn't die for such a trivial matter." Watching "Traveler Sui Xiong MK3" settle in a small village as a "lost traveler" and become a lumberjack, he He nodded secretly and left with peace of mind.

Returning to the amusement park, he began to think about the problem of creating a physical body for Olvera.

First of all, the centaur body will definitely not work!

This is not only a need for confidentiality, but also a need for security.

Of course there are orcs and half-orcs in the amusement park - mainly half-orcs, while the orcs are lions and bearmen, followers of the Iron Lion and the Silent Warrior respectively. But he can be sure and certain that there are absolutely no centaurs in the entire amusement park!

The centaurs are a relatively closed nation. Except for the holy wars of the orcs, they rarely leave the prairie. And even if some centaurs transform into orcs, change their beliefs and fly away, most of them will soon become believers of the evil "Centaur God" due to the influence of their blood, fall into the abyss, and become a demon.

Therefore, it is not that there are no centaurs wandering on the mainland of the main plane, they are just very few, pitifully few.

A centaur suddenly appears in the playground. It will definitely attract attention. No, no!

Moreover, Oveira is so powerful that it requires Qiao Xiu and Shuang to join forces and add some conspiracy to kill her. If she regains her strength, there will be big trouble if she starts causing trouble!

Just imagine, a destroyer who is not far away from the legendary realm, comparable to Leon before the Battle of Port de Gars, and is also good at magic...such a destroyer, hitting here and there with a hammer in the amusement park, and... Throwing area-of-effect spells everywhere, what happens?

Sui Xiong shook his head, driving away the horrific imagination from his mind.

"Okay, let's make a less destructive body!"

He thought about it and decided to make a human body.

About two hours later, in the world shielded by soul power, Oveira saw the new body Sui Xiong had prepared for herself.

"...This isn't quite right, is it?" she said.

"What's wrong?" Sui Xiong asked.

"I'm a centaur, how can this be a human?"

"There are no centaurs in my playground. Suddenly a centaur or something appears. It's too conspicuous."

Olvera pondered for a moment, and then asked: "This woman is a bit short, and she doesn't look strong enough."

She emphasized: "We're just human beings. We should at least be a little stronger. This woman is so skinny. Her whole body weighs only a hundred kilograms. It can be blown away by the wind...it weighs at least two hundred kilograms." More than that!”

"Please consider her height. If her head weighs two hundred pounds, it won't be round!"

"Then pull your head up a little higher!" Oveira used her fingers to fiddle with a bunch of vertical hair on the top of the body's head that was facing gravity. "Including this strand of hair, it barely reaches my chest. This head is too big. What a disaster!”

"I'm just a lecturer. I'm not going to fight with others. Do I need to be that high?" Sui Xiong asked.

"It's inconvenient to be short!" Olvera emphasized, "When I teach people about priests and priests, I always talk about the making of statues, the specifications of the pulpit and altar... and so on. Look at this woman, Standing behind the podium, if you bend over slightly you can’t see..."

"It can't be invisible. At least you can see the tuft of hair on the top of her head."

"What's the use of seeing a lock of hair!"

Sui Xiong laughed twice and hurriedly changed the subject: "But look, she is very beautiful. And she is not as weak as ordinary human women, but her muscles are actually quite strong..."

"People are not as good as I can throw a spear, so strong muscles are of no use!" Oveira said disdainfully, "I can knock down a group of women like this with just one charge!"

"You've already changed your career to a civilian employee, why are you so concerned about combat effectiveness?"

"But it can't be like this! It's short and small, and it doesn't even have a tail. It's simply miserable..."

"...Humans don't have tails."

"It doesn't even have a tail, it's so ugly..." Oveira looked sad, "My handsome golden tail..."

Sui Xiong had an idea and waved his tentacles. The long blond hair that was originally tied into a complicated British-style three-strand braid on the back of the body was immediately untied and replaced with a free and easy single ponytail.

"Look, the golden tail," he said.

Ovira sighed deeply and was too lazy to argue with the abominable jellyfish god.

She could see that no matter how she protested, this guy would never adjust the body again.

The next day, the Void Mask Church had a female lecturer named "Pan Zhuogen".

Although this surname seemed to have never been heard of, this masculine beautiful lecturer quickly attracted everyone's attention. She was knowledgeable, sharp-tongued, and unambiguous in her skills. What was particularly interesting was that the tuft of upright blonde hair on her head often changed according to her mood. When she was in a good mood, it would stand up high, and when she was in a bad mood, it would hang down, just like a barometer.

The half-baked clergy in the church soon fell in love with this female teacher who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old at most. It was said that some people paid the bard Shuger, who usually sang in the playground square, to ask this romantic and handsome guy who insisted on calling himself "Shuvalier von Stolovsky Franz" to help write a love letter and then give it to her.

Unfortunately, although this teacher Pan Zhuogeng accepted the love letters, he did not even open them to read them. He used them as materials to demonstrate wilderness survival skills such as "drilling wood to make fire".

When the curling green smoke rose from the thin wooden board that was crumpled into sawdust, it was unknown how many innocent boys' glass hearts were broken.

"It seems that she has adapted to the new environment very well." Hidden outside the lecture hall, watching Avella waving her teaching stick and beating a fool who could not learn to draw a prayer plate according to astronomy and seasons, Sui Xiong could not help laughing.

He could see that Avella seemed furious, but in fact she had shown great mercy.

Although this body could not exert her full strength, even if it was only the ones that could be exerted, if she hit hard, she could break this person's bones in one go. The only problem was how many bones were broken and whether a doctor or a priest was needed.

After solving this problem, he consulted with the souls of several other high-level priests.

Unfortunately, these high-ranking priests were really stubborn, and two of them even planned to explode their souls. In the end, Sui Xiong had to seal them in the gems again and asked them to have a good sleep.

After dealing with the six priests, it was almost autumn this year.

The autumn weather was clear and the crops were abundant, and it was also the time when many churches held grand celebrations.

The Void Mask Church would also hold celebrations at this time. They would pray at the sacred altar to resurrect those believers who died in the past year and still had great attachment to the human world.

Although there were not many believers who could be resurrected every year, which was completely different from the situation in many churches where resurrection could be performed as long as enough money was given, the resurrection ceremony of the Void Mask Church was purer and closer to the lives of believers.

...Or to put it more bluntly, except in this church, ordinary civilians would never have the opportunity to be resurrected.

"Your Majesty, the Void Mask, your actions are not wise at all." As a believer of the Lord of Iron Hoof, Olvera, now known as Pan Zhuogeng, certainly would not attend the great ceremony of the Void Mask Church. Like Xuehua and others, she watched the ceremony from afar. When she saw the dead regaining their lives one by one, reshaping their bodies in the ashes of the burning cattle and sheep corpses on the altar, staggering down, and crying with their long-awaited relatives, this super professional priest could not help but criticize.

"What's unwise?" Sui Xiong, who left a clone here, asked curiously.

"As a god, majesty is more important than grace. You should first put heavy pressure on the believers, and then give a little grace, which is enough to maintain a devout faith." Olvera said, "People are like cattle and horses, and they will get sick if they eat too much."

"In total, only less than one-tenth of the dead can be resurrected, so how can we talk about 'full'?" Sui Xiong asked back.

"The grace of resurrection should be obtained after great dedication. Look at them, which one has made great dedication?" Aoweila shook her head and said, "These people are just the cornerstones of your church. One more or one less is not much. You should use the great power more on those powerful, excellent or extremely devout believers, and should not waste it on them."

"But they really need this grace." Sui Xiong said with a smile, "If my power is not enough, it's fine. Since you have enough power, just help me."

Aoweila turned her head and stared at the floating jellyfish with the same color as her pupils with her emerald eyes.

She said nothing, but looked at Sui Xiong very seriously for a long time until he felt a little uncomfortable, and then she spoke again.

"From a clergyman's perspective, I want to criticize you because naive behavior cannot last long." She said, "However, from a mortal's perspective, I hope your naive behavior can last for a long time."

"From my personal experience, this naive behavior is nothing more than a fleeting dream. But before I go to the kingdom of my Lord, I will help those who are as naive as you so that this dream can last longer."

"Okay!" Sui Xiong smiled, "Then it's settled, you keep working hard."

"No problem."

If you think about it carefully, there is really no difference between a ponytail and a single ponytail...