The World of Evil God game

The God of Sacrifice looked angrily at the next game.

Worlds: Throne.

"There is no Dragon Clan here! Isn't the Dragon Clan so famous? Is there a Dragon Clan in the Fantasy Beast Clan? Humph! I think you idiots are insulting the Dragon Clan here because you will never see a dragon in your life."

"The God of Fiction has insulted the Dragon Clan's 1.83 million-year-old culture. I need the God of Fiction to correct it immediately!"

But the protest of the God of Sacrifice was quickly covered up by people's shouts and laughter, and he was even squeezed out by the crowd. The God of Sacrifice stretched his head and looked around.

There were shouts of sales and huge crowds of customers, including the contestants who came here from all over the world to prepare for Sunday's competition.

Liches and undead in the Pale World are selling vegetables and promoting environmental protection theories.

The alchemists are selling magical potions and providing some kind of "refining service". It is said that they can refine human souls into various strange things. The stall has just been open for ten minutes, and this batch of alchemy The divisions were immediately struck with an iron fist.

The mechanical priests ran over from the Iron Church in fear.

"Citizens of the Land of Steam, what is being discussed in this shop?"

"God of Steel!"

"What blasphemy! You are an evil alchemist. I will do it with my own hands."

The alchemists were taken away by the mechanical priests themselves.

The reason is that illegal refining services are provided and need to be interrogated!

The garbage men on the other side are helping to repair second-hand equipment. They put up a slogan: "Recycle old machines, install machine foils, enchant, modify, disassemble, reassemble, and receive special machine customization."

Believers of the God of Abandonment have a unique philosophy - any old machine is not broken, they are not broken, they are just taking a temporary rest.

And they especially like to collect some junk props that they may never use in their lifetime.

"You steam record player, it's not broken, you know, look at it, I'll give it a couple of taps."

The garbage man slapped a certain part of a steam record player, then restarted it, and the record player worked normally again.

Even the person who sent it for repairs was shocked. The passerby said subconsciously: "Although what you said makes sense, this record player doesn't work like that."

"Hey, you don't care how it works. It's been filmed for you now, so just use it! Don't think too much about it!"

"Okay, I'll look for the next one to shoot, hurry up!"

It was an Iron Man. In theory, the Iron Man should go to the Iron Church for maintenance, but this Iron Man was already very old. The Mechanical Priests believed that he needed to update a large number of parts in the core area. His master also thought so, but did it require updating the parts? less money.

Several trash guys started slapping Iron Man hard on his body.

After taking a few shots for no apparent reason, Ironman suddenly felt that the old rusted and worn areas were back to normal.

"What a miracle doctor!" Iron Man exclaimed. It moved its body and found that it was really as light as a swallow, as if it had returned to the time when it first left the factory eighty years ago.

Even the God of Sacrifice was dumbfounded from afar.

Is this the authority of the god of abandonment?

It sounds like I don't even know this god, but he sent these garbage guys to participate in this Wish Card Grand Prix.

The God of Sacrifice is getting angrier as he thinks about it!

"I have never seen so many people in my speeches at the expense of the church. I have never seen so many people in my speeches in this world!"

"This is just a sales fair, nothing can be as interesting as a speech! You only need to spend a little money to learn a lot of knowledge from a speech. Listening to my three sentences will immediately allow believers to see through the weaknesses of human nature and find ways to How to survive in society!”

"By participating in this sale, these people will obviously lose more money, and they will not even get a future. Their future will be dark and confused! The two games in my hand are even more expensive to sell together. 4.5 silver coins!”

The dragon claw of the God of Sacrifice covered his head, almost tearing off his robe, but then a voice came from behind him:

"I feel your frustration, I feel your loss, you are inferior to others, you are a complete failure."

The bewitching whispers began to echo in the heart of the God of Sacrifice, and the God of Sacrifice immediately turned around!

It was a big cobra wearing several big colorful hats.

"Hi, hello, Brother Dragon Clan, I found that your future is dark, and you may face a very difficult situation next. Do you need to buy my winning products?"

"You only need one silver coin! Say goodbye to failure in your life. Buy my products, become my believer, and enjoy a victorious life. Were you very useless in the first half of your life?"

"I was not useless at all in the first half of my life!" The God of Sacrifice pointed at the big-eyed god and cursed: "I don't need winning tools!"

The big hat on the head of the last snake was shaking. The big snake widened its innocent eyes and hissed: "Oh, okay then, will you participate in Sunday's game?"

God of Sacrifice: "."

"I attended."

It seemed that the other party did not recognize that he was a god.

"Oh, God of Sacrifice, you will lose miserably."

Damn, I recognized it!

God of Sacrifice: "So what if I participate in the competition? Is there a rule that gods cannot participate? The God of War has obviously participated! Do you have inside information that the fictional god wants to refuse my participation?"

The last snake was surprised: "That's not what I meant. Why would the God of Fiction ban you from participating? You don't even play games, and you only participate in the competition as a running companion. Why did he ban you?"

"What, who said I don't play! Did you see the two games in my hand! Did you see the game console bag I was carrying? It cost me 10 silver coins in total. Damn my lecture tickets. It’s not that expensive!”

The God of Sacrifice roared loudly, and the Last Snake shook its tail: "Then what is your forum ID?"

"My forum ID is...?"

"?"

"What you call it is none of your business!"

Damn it, this tells you that you are not going to be laughed to death!

The face of the God of Sacrifice is ugly. He uses the appearance of a lizard man, so he has a face, instead of the original dragon-shaped shadow.

"Why are you silent? Is it because it's hard to say your ID name?"

"You fart! My ID name is very handsome. I envy you to death if you tell me!"

The God of Sacrifice put the two games back into the game console bag, and then quickly changed the subject: "Don't ask anymore. In short, I came here for the wish card! Since you took the initiative to find me, okay, I understand you. I mean, you should also understand me?”

The last snake suddenly hissed: "Of course! It's just because I think you will lose miserably, that's why I yelled at you."

He pointed to several locations in the crowd with his snake tail. The God of Sacrifice looked along his tail and heard the last snake say: "Did you see those girls? They are witches."

"There are already nearly ten witches here. It is said that the God of Death has also found witches! If you don't find witches, can you and your church win?"

The God of Sacrifice widened his eyes: "TMD isn't this cheating!"

"How can asking for help outside the venue be considered cheating, and you haven't cheated the machine directly! Who told you not to ask for help? If you don't like it, don't play."

"I didn't expect these gods to be so cruel!"

"Okay, so let me help you defeat these witches." The last snake hissed and spit out the letter, and the snake's eyes turned, reflecting the appearance of the God of Sacrifice:

"My winning props have five price points. According to the current situation, if you want to win, then I recommend the winning props starting at the fourth price range."

The God of Sacrifice widened his eyes: "Needless to say, I am determined to get the virtual wish card, just give me the most expensive one!"