Don't call me evil god

Chapter 382 Just tell me if it works or not

Just do it.

What we are going to do this time is not too complicated.

It's nothing more than making a shell and putting it on the goddess of illusion.

Noven thought for a moment.

A square "box of flesh and blood" soon appeared in the gray mist-filled space of the Kingdom of God.

The entire hollow box is made of fresh blood and flesh, exuding the salty smell of blood, and pieces of meat squirm and squirm on it from time to time.

Compared with other divine creations that drop SAN, this thing has a relatively normal style in appearance.

He picked up the large purple-black energy cloud, threw it into the box of flesh and blood, and closed the lid with a bang!

A confined space is thus formed.

The results are immediate.

The wailing of the Illusion Goddess immediately stopped.

Instead, he made a confused sound:

"Um?"

"What's going on?"

Nuowen was very calm.

"The power that belongs to me seems not to be eroded by the gray mist, so - I put a shell on you to block the gray mist."

The all-pervasive gray fog erosion stopped, and only then did Resty have the extra energy to check the situation "outside".

It doesn't matter if you don't watch.

Resty was almost frightened to death when he saw it!

A weird and terrifying creation!

The aura of chaotic divine power permeates this space!

Even the outer shell of divine power can still feel the crazy smell of the void.

Although they did not pollute themselves, the scene was scary enough!

"You, you, you, you..."

"I, I, I..."

Neutral's voice was full of shock. Even if he beat him to death, he would never have imagined that the one who saved him was clearly an evil god who had been completely contaminated and transformed by the void!

"Ah, yes, I am the evil god, that's right!"

Anyway, in this gray fog space, Noven has the final say.

He had nothing to act, so he just showed off his cards.

"Don't worry about me being able to communicate with you normally and be rational."

"Just tell me whether the shell I put on you is good or not!"

"The choice is simple."

"Believe me, I can provide you with shelter and save you from the fate of being eroded and destroyed by the gray fog."

"It's okay if you don't believe me. I'll just take back the shell I gave you now."

Novin found that, in a sense, he now seemed to have become a "new concept prisoner."

His chaotic powers are taboo to mortals.

But in this gray and foggy space, it has become the key!

Only those who receive his protection can survive in this space.

Without his protection, he will soon be assimilated into the gray mist and die.

The power of life and death is in your own hands, so isn't this your own kingdom of God?

You are noble, you are great, and you do not fall in line with the great Noven.

Then go and fight against the gray fog erosion yourself?

As expected, Resty carefully... chose the option that would allow him to survive.

"I believe you!"

Then cautiously try to ask:

"So...how on earth did you do it?"

This question has two meanings.

One is, how to prevent one's divine power from being affected and assimilated by the gray fog.

The second is why he still has reason after degenerating into an evil god.

Nuowen spread his hands very bachelorly:

"I don't know either!"

"This is what I looked like when I woke up!"

"I don't understand the reason, but in short, just tell me whether it works or not!"

This is the truth.

Noven really didn’t know the reason.

He didn't even know what kind of existence he was, so he could only make guesses based on the various information he collected.

So he couldn't give Resty an accurate answer.

…

For Resti, relying on the protection provided by an evil god was undoubtedly something he had never imagined before.

But this is the situation right now.

Don't talk about finding another way out.

In front of Noven, he now has no right to speak at all.

If you want to survive, you have to be honest and obedient.

Novin quickly asked the question that concerned him the most.

"This thing is what you call the core of theocracy?"

He gestured to the jet-black hexagonal gem in his hand.

"Yes."

Resty responded:

"In the old days, when one ascended to the gods, there would be such a gem to open up the kingdom of God and anchor His authority and power."

Noven confirmed: "So, if mortals possess this divine power core, they will have a way to replace your priesthood and become the new God of Illusions?"

This is what he learned about the Countess of Ceylon's attempts through the eyes of believers.

This time the other party gave a negative answer.

"No, it's not possible."

"The only person who can inherit the priesthood of a god is another god."

"Mortals cannot ascend to the gods, this is an iron law!"

Noven clicked his tongue.

Perhaps this is the result of not reading the instructions for use.

The Countess of Ceylon has been busy for so many years, even pushing Risti to be polluted by the void, thinking deeply about using mortal power to leverage the power of the gods.

In the end, it was all in vain.

Because this road is a dead end from the beginning.

Even if the goddess of illusion completely degenerates into an irrational evil god, she will not be able to achieve her goal.

…

"Do you know about the Holy Altar of Creation? What is the relationship between the core of divine authority and the Holy Altar of Creation?"

Novin asked his second question.

This doubt is related to the Holy Platform of Creation in this gray mist.

The previous "positioning" and "characteristic" cores seemed to be ownerless things. After Novin obtained them and put them into the Holy Table of Creation, these cores played a corresponding role.

What Nouwen is not sure about now.

This third core gem now has an owner!

It anchors the presence of Resti, the goddess of illusion.

Don't mention anything else.

After this gem appeared in Noven's Kingdom of God, it was very clear that it was not directly pulled by the Holy Table of Creation.

Novin planned to find out first whether such a gem could still be activated by the Holy Table of Creation.

Or, what are the consequences of bringing it into the Holy Table of Creation.

Resty's reaction was full of surprise:

"The Holy Platform of Creation?"

"That's a legendary existence even for gods!"

"According to legend, there is a sacred place that demarcates and creates everything in the world."

"Mountains and rivers, rain, snow, thunder and lightning, water, fire, wind and earth, animals and birds... they were all born from the Holy Platform of Creation."

"Even such a strange substance as the core of divine authority, the legend was born there!"

Noven was also shocked.

Isn't the Holy Platform of Creation the building he found when he opened a passage deep in the gray mist?

Isn't this a sealed place independent of all dimensions?

Why does the Holy Platform of Creation, which sounds like it has such high standards, exist in a closed land?

After all it is here.

Or - for various reasons, it was thrown in and imprisoned here like Novan and Resti?

"You may not believe it..."

Novin tidied up the wording:

"If I'm not mistaken."

"The Holy Platform of Creation is deep in this space."

"And it seems to be keeping it going."