I seem to be an evil god

"Maybe it could be good news for the church."

At this time, Liu Dao's men had been captured by the priests who rushed forward. Two bloody and powerful priests rushed over angrily, trying to teach the new criminal leader a "little lesson."

"Please wait a moment, dear pastor. I have a few words to say to the bishop. Believe me, this will be news you never want to miss."

The two priests looked at Augustus hesitantly. The archbishop sneered and waved his hand, indicating with his eyes that Liu Dao should speak directly.

Liu Dao smiled and covered the wound on his abdomen, narrating softly in an aria-like tone:

"Your assassins should have been trained for a long time. They can assassinate a weak summoner like me at such a close distance, but they didn't kill with one hit. Don't you doubt it?"

Augustus' eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously glanced at the assassin who collapsed into a ball of mud.

"Hey, wouldn't it be nice to have more trust?"

Liu Dao shook his index finger at Augustus, "No, no, no, it's not what you think. I've said it before, meeting you is really a big surprise."

Augustus' eyes were deep, and Aaron next to him subconsciously glanced at the six tightly tied men in black robes.

"Only those elites under your command? I don't think you were surprised to see the Bishop, but rather frightened!"

"Tsk." Liu Dao shook his head slightly at the mocking Deacon Aaron, "Deacon Aaron, don't talk if you don't have a good mind. The gap between your guesses and my guess is just a tiny bit."

"What do you mean!" Deacon Aaron waved his scepter angrily. The alloy scepter, which was more than two meters high and weighed several hundred kilograms, was smashed down like this. Just the sound of the dancing wind was enough to make people tremble with fear.

"Aaron, assistant." Augustus looked at Liu Dao calmly, "Let this Mr. Clown perform his drama for us. We cannot disrespect him because of his profession."

Drama? Liu Dao repeated in a low voice in his heart, quietly pulling out an invisible smile, then let me stage the most absurd black comedy for the Light Church.

"Here, let me introduce to you a small personal advantage of mine. When faced with something that is uncertain, a summoner like me who is very timid often makes a lot of preparations."

"There is a worry when you prepare too much, there is always not enough time." Liu Dao sighed softly, "But fortunately, there are many warm and hospitable friends in Lion City, which has simple folk customs, and taught me some tricks to delay time. "

Prepare with multiple hands, stall for time... Augustus repeated unconsciously, and then quickly waved the light messenger, and a set of halo was instantly activated. The energy above the halo surged directly towards Liu Dao, who was standing there smiling.

Liu Dao paid no attention to the approaching halo, and his tone was urgent and high-pitched, like a chant at the climax of the whole drama.

"The good news I want to say is simple. Since the church has just experienced a bishop election, it should be well prepared for the second one!"

Uh-huh. boom. Tom.

Three huge roars sounded in the field, a hard punch, a bone spur, and a sudden earth spell. The three masters went all out to do something for the same goal, the regional bishop of the Church of Light, Augustus.

A huge roar resounded throughout the noble area, leaving only a large crater like a meteorite. The earth and stone spells summoned by the Earthly Dragon were also extinguished in the confrontation between the three forces. In addition to the slowly floating air explosions in the field, In the clouds, no trace of any living creature can be found.

"Se...pu...rui~si!"

Liu Dao laughed wildly and took off the mask on his face, using his skin to personally welcome the blood dust falling from the sky.

"Is this the legendary, master-level fragrance? Hahahahaha!"

"Bishop! Impossible!"

"This is fake, this is all, this is all fake."

"This is a test from the God of Light. I must still be dreaming."

"God, God, God!"...

The priests on the sidelines stared blankly at this unbelievable scene. Many of them may have wished to become regional bishops in their lives. At this moment, their dreams for the rest of their lives were instantly destroyed and collapsed.

Archdeacon Aaron knelt down on the ground in a daze, not caring about Liu Dao and the others who left quietly. Colorful clown masks fell from the sky. Under the awe-inspiring eyes of countless priests, they lay flat on the land where the masters were buried. on the land.

The Lion became the most powerful villain of the new generation, the enemy of the church, the man who destroyed light energy, and the criminal who extinguished the sun - the Joker, and this was how he was born.

Boom boom boom boom boom.

A series of nine breathtaking auras erupted from the lion. These auras may be huge or thick, or deep or mysterious. Each of them represents an extraordinary master who has embarked on the path to the gods.

Liu Dao, who was escaping, smacked his lips and said, "Tsk, it seems that I accidentally stabbed the honeycomb."

Yuge, who was supporting Liu Dao as he ran, reacted for a while before understanding what he meant, and then complained to him with a wry smile: "God Lord, since you are sure to leave, why do you have to have a grudge with the church?"

The Sea Priest, who was also being carried on his back, spoke out in support, "Yes, Lord God, you sacrificed half of your chest for that insignificant pagan."

The taciturn gray giant also spoke muffledly at this moment, "The giant also feels that the Lord God did something wrong. A smart hunter will never be injured while hunting."

Liu Dao, who didn't know how to answer, his eyes lit up when he heard the gray giant's words, and he immediately changed the topic to the gray giant's question.

"Giant, you are wrong. Who is the bishop of the Church of Light? He is a master priest who is well versed in political struggles and conspiracies. What kind of strategies has he never seen? If I hadn't been seriously injured, it wouldn't have been so easy. Lead him into an ambush."

The pride in Liu Dao's tone was undisguised. His words about exchanging injuries for lives made the Sea Priest frown. The devout advocate was about to speak out to dissuade him when he suddenly heard a hoarse voice.

"Lord God, your behavior is wrong. We should not confront the Church of Light. We should leave quietly in the first place."

This hoarse voice came from the flute player. His words instantly silenced the running people. Although everyone could still remember what the flute player had done before, their attitudes towards this companion who didn't know how to evaluate them were surprisingly consistent.

"Piper, do you think I did something wrong?"

Liu Dao, who was lying on the back of the gray giant, looked into the distance with a calm and calm tone. No one could see his expression clearly, and they couldn't figure out his attitude at all.

What does this humble summoner think about a subordinate who is akin to betrayal?

This question echoed in the hearts of the other five people. They tried their best to look at Liu Dao with their eyes wide open, waiting for those cold lips to speak judgmental words.

"Yes, I think you did something wrong. The Church of Light is a huge organization. The power of an individual is small in front of the group, and the behavior of an individual cannot represent the entire group."

"Master God, you should be more tolerant."