Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

The faces of the co-senators changed slightly. Did Gwen meet with Fishman last night?

Under the heavy security of their own home, the two could still have a secret conversation without anyone noticing. It was really scary.

The abilities of the evolvers are all kinds of strange, but it is still too sensational to be able to pass through heavy protection and talk with Fishman for half a day without anyone noticing.

Of course, they believe that Gwen is not an ordinary evolver.

So even after hearing this, they did not question it out loud.

"Your Highness Gwen, if you need, we can release Fishman immediately... After all, he has not violated the law." Co-senator Osborne said.

Gwen smiled, maintained etiquette, and said: "The Lord is willing to redeem all sinners, provided that he recognizes his mistakes and makes up for them.

As for the laws of the world, the Lord will not ask."

The co-senators were shocked. This is what they wanted to hear.

Osborn made eye contact with the others, and then he spoke: "Your Highness Gwen, please forgive our ignorance. I heard that the name of the fallen angel is circulated in distant civilizations. I wonder if it is the same god you represent?"

In today's civilization circle, no belief has ever been able to span such a distant starry sky.

When intelligent life cannot sail freely in the universe, then the existence that can appear in any corner of the universe at will should be respected.

As the top leaders of the mixed-blood scale clan, they may be stubborn and arrogant, but they definitely know the importance.

In the face of unknown forces, it is necessary to remain humble.

It's nothing more than losing a little face, which is sometimes valuable and sometimes not.

In response, Gwen gave a positive reply: "Of course, there is only one fallen angel, and the god's name is unique. All false gods who touch the god's name are challenging the authority of the gods and trying to start a war of gods."

Osborn felt excited. Since Gwen admitted that the fallen angels of different civilizations are the same existence, it means that what they want in their hearts may come true.

"Excuse me, Your Highness Gwen, do you have the ability to open the interstellar channel?" Osborn asked humbly.

Now everyone present knew what they were up to.

Nowadays, the defense systems of various civilizations are all built around interstellar channels.

Fixed and unchangeable entrances and exits make defense an easy task.

At the same time, this is also a very cost-effective defense strategy, which can allow each civilization to free up more resources for development and then create their own brilliant civilizations.

But if someone can open the interstellar channel at will, it can change the mode of war.

An attack that goes straight to the heart of the matter will cause any civilization to collapse.

If the mixed-blood scale tribe can master such an ability, it will definitely achieve unprecedented greatness.

The others who realized it later looked at Gwen, wondering if they wanted to hear her affirmative answer.

Under the eyes of the crowd, Gwen smiled. She smiled lightly at first, and gradually exaggerated, without any extra emotions, as if she had heard a joke.

There was no contempt, but it was like seeing an ignorant child and asking a childish joke.

Osborn was able to remain calm at first, but gradually he lost confidence and didn't understand what Gwen meant.

Just when he was about to ask, Gwen stopped laughing and said, "Interesting idea, too interesting.

Gods are not omnipotent either, only the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent.

But all gods can build new interstellar channels.

But... do you think gods care about your hegemony?"

Osborn had thought about being rejected, being laughed at, and encountering various blows, but he didn't expect to be ignored.

He could feel that Gwen treated him as a child's joke, and had no intention of targeting him at all.

It was precisely this kind of ignoring that made him feel very uncomfortable.

For the first time today, he showed a hint of edge, looked up at Gwen and said, "Your Highness, our mixed-blood scale tribe can believe in fallen angels."

Gwen was a little serious: "No, I refuse."

"Why?" Osborn couldn't understand, could it be the arrogance of the gods? He said with a hint of threat: "The half-blood scale tribe will never succumb to violence."

What he meant was that unless they believed spontaneously, the half-blood scale tribe would not provide faith because of the power of the gods.

Gwen didn't like this attitude.

She needed faith, but she didn't need to be threatened by mortals.

So, she tapped her fingers lightly on the armrest, like the sound of a drum approaching, like knocking on Osborn's heart.

"Osborn, first, faith is not a transaction, don't blaspheme the gods.

Second, I don't believe it."

"What?" Osborn didn't understand.

He looked up and saw Gwen's cold eyes, and heard the murderous words: "I don't believe you won't succumb to violence. If I need the faith of the half-blood scale tribe, I will kill you until you believe.

If all of you don't surrender, you will get my respect, and then... a group of lives will live on your planet."

As if he fell into the depths of a glacier, Osborn felt that the blood in his body had solidified.

The killing intent was so obvious that it was almost real.

He thought he had seen the scene, but at this moment he realized that he was wrong.

At this time, Klein finally found the meaning of his existence. He quickly interrupted, "Foolish mixed-blood people, the one in front of you is the great Son of Slaughter, the god of the future kingdom of heaven, destined to be sacred and not to be desecrated by mortals."

This is the first time that Gwen has appeared in front of the mixed-blood scales and other races as the son of God.

Since the appearance of divinity, the rules of the game have changed.

With the version update, all the rules of the old era will be swept into the garbage dump.

The known universe has officially entered the era of gods.

Gwen snorted in cooperation, and everyone was pulled into the spiritual illusion.

Since she possessed the killing divinity, she has possessed all kinds of incredible abilities.

This is just a small test, but it is already as if these bumpkins have seen the gods.

Of course, some people think it is just a superpower.

But time will tell them how stupid this idea is.

"Osborn... and all the co-senators, I will not take the initiative to compete for faith in his place of faith, but... I don't want anyone to foolishly blaspheme his name."

The materialized killing power makes everyone's mind unusually clear.

"If someone blasphemes the fallen angel in front of me, I will let him stay in my killing domain forever."