The Secret Garden of the Dandelion Troupe

"My name is Henavi, the pure god who redeems the misfortune of childbirth."

"Strong men of mankind, you are blowing the taboo chapter. The Lord God has received the proposal of the apocalypse. Stop your atrocities, otherwise you will eventually bring disaster knights to your kind."

Henavi, the goddess of water, has a priestly position that makes Mu Hua confused. When she finally appeared in front of Mu Hua and Abigail, the two ghosts and gods only felt bloody on their foreheads.

Mad, this bitch is a virtual image!

"Mu, otherwise, let's go." Looking at the wordy goddess in front of her, Abigail suddenly felt powerless.

"Gulu~!" The glutton's mouth suddenly appeared, swallowing up several nearby angels who seemed to have found the backbone. Looking at the goddess Henavi's solemn face, but slightly trembling at the corners of her mouth, Abigail then He nodded as if satisfied.

Very good, although the Henaway in front of me is basically a virtual image, it should be regarded as a live broadcast at least.

As for the angels who wanted to sacrifice their lives for her, they would be killed. After all the hard work, Abigail no longer felt any pressure.

"There really isn't anyone left here." Mu Hua also felt inexplicably tired and muttered to Abigail like she was complaining.

"I really don't want to scold you anymore. The main god you are talking about is Unlanga? Are you sure you have a main god? If you can speak well, just say it. If you can't speak well, get out." Mu Hua slumped his shoulders and said to Su Su 'Advent' said Henaway.

"..." Henaway.

It is really difficult to meet the god in this courtyard. The church he believed in was bombed, and he was humiliated and killed at the hands of his family. After a long time of trouble, he finally came out to spit bubbles, but he was still a 'real projection'.

Mu Hua really doubted whether he could get the corpse of the god in this courtyard. He didn't know if the gods were like this or not. Anyway, if Henavi was used as a reference, the gods in this courtyard were really stubborn.

Although I have never seen Unlanga, he is the leader of the gods in this courtyard and will not run away.

As for the so-called Lord God, placed in the regular strata of hell, the corresponding one should be the Demon King.

Humans don't know much about the concept of the Demon King, and even most demons don't know the specifics. But one thing is fairly clear, that is, there will be sixty-six hell lords under the Demon King who volunteer to become his life carrier.

Regardless of the reason, when the Demon King dies, he will be resurrected in a life carrier and be reborn in his original form.

In other words, the Demon King has at least sixty-six hell lords who are loyal to him.

Needless to say, the threshold of the Hell Lord is needless to say, and in various courtyards that appear in the human world, the more powerful courtyard owners are basically Hell Lords.

For reference and comparison, there is no way there is any main god in the Ukuru courtyard. Let alone the main god, any god who follows the main god cannot go to the maze area and lie down.

Does the Lord God have no face? That kind of embarrassing thing will be slapped to death by his master god.

This is also the reason why Mu Hua is obsessed with killing gods in this courtyard, because from all aspects, the gods in this courtyard are enough.

Therefore, Henaway, who ran in front of Mu Hua and Abigail in a relatively nonsense way, and her blabbering words were basically nonsense.

"Can you let them go?" Seeing that the two humans were a little impatient, especially Abigail's behavior of swallowing the angel's shock, the high-spirited Henaway finally spoke in a normal tone.

"Take off the armor, disarm and authenticate." Henawi was talking about those angels, Mu Hua said indifferently.

These angels themselves are too weak. There is no god to recharge them behind the scenes. They can come at any time and kill them at any time. If they come back to bring bad luck to them later, it will be a waste of faith. Whether they kill or not is really important to Mu Hua and Abigail. It doesn't matter much.

"No, at most... I'll give you a third at most." Henaway looked back at the remaining angels. Well, there were only three to four hundred people left, and more than a hundred of the mechas had been dismantled.

"Are you... so poor?" Mu Hua looked at Henavi with a suspicious look. Are you still bargaining? Don't want their lives?

"..." Henaway.

'poverty? This god is so poor, he is armed with seraphs, this is seraphs armed with weapons! You don't even look in the mirror to see how virtuous you are when you take out the magic element. ’ With a serious and cold face, Henaway shouted in his heart.

Well, if he just throws out one or two thousand + Seraph-level magic armors when he goes out, Henavi is indeed not poor. After all, it is a high-end product, so it is normal for her to care about this kind of weapon.

Compared with the lives of these angels, except for the seraph, she was probably more concerned about the seraph weapons on these angels.

The main reason is that Mu Hua subconsciously places a high value on the gods. Even if he relies on faith, his own combat power may be insufficient, but soldiers and divine equipment, Mu Hua subconsciously feels that the gods should not lack these external things.

But thinking about it in retrospect, it was right. He was trying to hook up with a god and stabbed him. It seemed that he was not rich enough. Gods and other things, it is not incomprehensible to be poor.

"What exactly do you want to do? Even if you want to punish Bridges, your goal has been achieved."

"For many years, we have been living in peace with humans. In the future, this can still be a peaceful place for humans to rest and recuperate. I don't understand, why do you still want to create chaos here?" Resisting the urge to refute Mu Hua, Henaway asked.

"Peace? Have you always defined mental slavery as peace? Tranquility is not defined unilaterally by you." Abigail said solemnly with a righteous face.

".. You let the blood clan seize this courtyard, isn't it to let them develop faith?" Henawei hesitated.

"So, the blood clan here was killed by us." Mu Hua raised his hand and pointed to the empty space, but it was originally where the blood clan army was.

"..." A swear word was stuck in Henawei's throat, and it was so uncomfortable to hold it. You fucking people are really good at talking.

Mental slavery? Damn, which country of you humans doesn't have some mental slavery for the people?

It's all faith, prayers are replaced by various oaths, and the Bible is replaced by various regulations.

Don't worry about calling it God, Buddha, president, leader, or even the strongest cross-zero, young female general, etc., at most it's just a change of name, some of them are more exaggerated than the belief in gods, and there is no bottom line.

Who gave you the courage to say that you humans are mentally enslaved? Did you really kill the blood clan army on a whim? !

"Tell me, what do you want?"

"I must remind you again that the God King Wunlanga is ready to send apostles to stop you. If it affects the humans in this courtyard, it will be the apocalypse you caused."

"I think it will be very troublesome for you to leave this courtyard at that time."

"Tell me your demands, and the gods will satisfy your wishes as appropriate. Don't put forward unrealistic fantasies."

"This is the last exhortation to you, and it is the purpose of my meeting with you." Henawei said to the two without arguing with Abigail.

It's not that Henawei has a good temper, but she is more sensible. What peace, chaos, tranquility, and slavery are all, and there is no end to it.

These two human ghosts are strong enough and shameless enough. There is no point in arguing with them on this issue. It is better to say something real.

"..." Mu Hua and Abigail looked at each other, and this time it was their turn to be silent.

The so-called apostles mentioned by Henawei were nothing more than some individuals with relatively strong combat power under the command of the gods.

If the gods here were to let them go and provide them with the power of faith at all costs, they would definitely be in great trouble just by looking at the angel battle group thrown out by Henawei.

Mu Hua and Abigail, who were originally worried about the end of the world, didn't care. Anyway, Bridges had aroused public anger, and this courtyard, along with the people in this courtyard, were not welcome.

Apocalypse is Apocalypse, who is afraid of who? If there is a problem, Mu Hua and Abigail will just leave.

But now that Bridges has lost power, the Naiden Group has immigrated, and the gods are giving out benefits, the courtyard is about to return to the embrace of the Magic Empire.

Blood Moon City, Webster, Witch, Imperial Family, and even those subordinate factions that were not worthy of being remembered by Mu Hua and his friends, were all waiting to sit in a row and share the fruits.

If the Ukuru God System was provoked at this time, even if the king came to dismantle the Kingdom of Unlanga, Mu Hua and Abigail would probably not have a good harvest.

Just look at Daryl who is still busy running around in the Gobi Desert.

It's true that the Ukuru God System urinated, but with the change of current events, they have grabbed another hand of cards that can be put on the table.

At this stage, it's not a big problem for Mu Hua and Abigail to bomb a few cities and fight the Blood Moon City.

But if they really provoke the apocalypse, it will definitely not be worth the loss for them, not to mention that they may not be able to get the body of the god.

What do you want? You want to kill the gods. This requirement is definitely an unrealistic fantasy for Henawei.

"What do you want..." Seeing that Abigail had no idea, Mu Hua muttered, his face changing again and again.

"How about you play with me? You may not know that I am quite young and energetic, and I have some special fetishes, such as goddess fetish, you know?"

Mu Hua seemed to have made a decision while gritting his teeth. His eyes swept over Henawei again and again, and his face was slightly red. It was hard to tell whether he was shy or something else. . .

"Cough~! Cough cough~~, cough cough~~!" Abigail seemed to be choked by her own saliva, and the cough was so heartbreaking. When she looked at Mu Hua again, her eyes were full of admiration, face, face...

"..." Henawei's expression was briefly blank, what? Play? Goddess fetish? Understand? What do I understand?

"You... Damn it!" Well, after being blank, Henawei's anger rose, she really understood.

"No, don't worry, you can go back and ask Wunlanga first, as long as it's a goddess, it doesn't matter if she has a partner or not, I'm not picky."

"Or, just pretend I didn't say anything, you use a honey trap on me, I guess I'll stop, it's all for peace." Mu Hua lowered his requirements again.

It's hard to say whether Wunlanga will do it for peace, but now that it's come to this, if the gods here can still tolerate it and still clamor to send apostles and apocalypse...

Then he can only hold hands with Abigail, pat his butt and go home, and have a chance to think about gods in other places.

And if Wunlanga really throws out a goddess or something to play a honey trap, well, then is it smelting, keratinizing skin, or... Transfiguration?

Mu Hua is not sure whether Wunlanga has crossed the threshold of the Lord of Hell, but he estimates that it shouldn't be a big problem for the poison of the world to kill a subordinate god under his command.

After all, Fenrir is not a divine beast, but a notorious god-killing beast. If his true form does not cross the threshold of the Lord of Hell, even the gods will be in trouble.