Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 52 Evil God!Receive the taste! (Come to some recommendation tickets)
"what!"

Soldiers never tire of deceit.

In fact, this is more of an attempt by Mark to be angry.

He actually didn't have any confidence in swindling Basatan.

The only thing that makes him unwilling is the fate dice. If Basatan is really a huge pit in the world, then it should not be 20 points, but should be 1 point.

Being able to come out of [The Book of the Nether Sea] proves in disguise that this product is definitely not the most unlucky point.

Interestingly, Basatan's panicked tone made Mark sure that his guess was correct.

He decided to add fuel to the fire.

"From the first time I saw the seal chain on your body, I felt strange. You don't need to be bound like this. It's more like an aesthetic, or a habit, just like the fish market in my hometown. Like the hairy crabs sold..."

This is not cheating Basatan.

Bundling is an art.

Is the method of tying crabs with the famous tortoise shell the same as tying crabs with water plants in the ordinary market?

I don’t think so, but the more Mark talks, the more he feels that his reasoning is correct.

Sure enough, in the next second, the phantom of Basatan appeared in front of Mark out of thin air. The big eye on the carapace on its back was bulging, and the bloodshot eyes on the eyeballs became thicker.

"Bastard! I knew you were not simple!" The big crab swore, and threw out the remnant of the demon just now: "Here, this is your share."

The demon who was invincible just now is now a dead demon.

The huge bull's head was snapped off by the crab's pliers, as was the lower body, leaving only the headless upper body.

"I still want..."

"Stop it! It's impossible for me to be your resident helper. I'm okay with the occasional tooth-fighting festival, but I'll be found out if I make frequent cross-border shots, and I'll be dead by then. You've pushed me hard, so I can only I surrendered myself to my master." Basatan's tone was soft but hard.

Mark immediately suppressed his delusions of "big big" and said with a smile, "Huh? So how often do you say 'occasionally'?"

"Five years! No... uh, two years! Once a year at most! I won't lie to you, the space barrier of your broken world is too thick, and I can't break it without using too much force. If I use too much force, the remaining space energy in my place will It will be too big. This time, it was the idiot who opened the door for me first, so I got in so easily."

Mark pretended to think about it, with a very reluctant look, and finally agreed: "Okay."

Basatan let out a long sigh of relief: "Then I'm leaving."

"and many more!"

"what happened again?"

"Help me chop this guy up, at least to the point where my light circle can be broken down. By the way, help me isolate it from the possibility of being detected, um, and keep it fresh."

Are these demands too much?
It's a little too much.

Basatan did as he did, and its phantom unloaded the demon's remnant body with a few strokes of its pliers, and then spit out bubbles, wrapping pieces of demon meat in it.

Mark felt it for a while. Apart from being visible visually, those few pieces of meat seemed to be completely non-existent in terms of smell, mental fluctuations, and soul perception.

"Is there any more? I'll leave if I have nothing to do, don't call me within a year." The big crab hurried away.

"Wait! You messed up this place, and you don't take it seriously. Didn't the orthodox churches in the entire Wright Empire know that a small-scale summoning ceremony of evil gods was held here?"

Not to mention summoning evil gods, even a miscellaneous demon general would be enough to make the Church of Light and Night in the entire San Casao region jump around and send out a bunch of judges.

Now the island is filled with the unique spiritual flames of evil gods. If Basatan doesn't clean up, I'm afraid Mark won't be able to escape even if he sails in a boat.

"I got it, I got it!" The big crab felt aggrieved.

This is its life as a dog.

Pull it yourself, eat it yourself.

It would be difficult for the evil god to restore everything to its original state.

Brother Xie Shen has his own understanding of how to clean.

Basatan asked Mark to pack up his things, and when he returned to his boat, he saw the claws of a tens of meters long imaginary crab flailing back and forth.

Amidst a huge rumbling sound, the mangroves by the sea and the small islands that surfaced were all wiped off the entire chart.

What's more, when it forcibly sucked away all the spiritual power in this sea area, the sea area with a radius of one kilometer suddenly became extremely clear.In the last step, Basatan roared.

The strange voice of the soul spread far away, and there seemed to be commotion on the horizon.Some big things are rushing over, which are probably some kind of marine life.

Seeing all this, Mark and Helena who woke up were stunned.

"Okay, Bassatan. See you in a year. Of course, if my life is in danger, I'll call you too."

Hearing that he was being treated as a tool crab that can be called at any time, the evil god with strong bones could not vent his anger, and finally turned into a single word that shook the world.

"roll--"

The wind and waves subsided, and amidst the roar of the turbines in the stern cabin faintly transmitted to the deck, the [Mechanical Ascension] was moving away from the coastline at the maximum speed.

Up to this moment, the three daughters still had a kind of unbelief.

"Are you really enslaving an evil god?" Helena's voice sounded like a dream.

"Uh, it's not slavery, it's just a good use of it." Mark rubbed his forehead, he didn't know how to explain it.Could it be telling them that this evil god is probably a pet captured and tamed by a certain celestial power?
His hometown is far away and a little strange.

Now it seems that it is not so far away.

This made Mark a bit conflicted, but also hopeful. It seems that there is still hope to find the way home?
Mark ran away, and the stall left behind really scared many big shots.

Over the millennia, a group of orthodox churches have built a complete early warning mechanism.

Astrologers, space warlocks, wanderers of the spiritual world... A group of extraordinary people joined forces to monitor the world, making some powerful demons have nowhere to hide.

Maybe the little guy can escape the monitoring, but the big space fluctuations cannot be hidden.

"It is very likely that a demon general has descended on the real world!" The news spread throughout the Wright Empire within half an hour.

The major churches were on the verge of a formidable enemy, and within four to ten minutes, the first batch of scouts arrived by boat.

Within three hours, a mixed fleet consisting of thirty large and small ships, with the Battle Priest of the Church of Storms as the core, plus the judges of the Church of Light and Night, and other powerful sects rushed to the scene.

In terms of technology in this era, it can be called extremely fast.

It's just that everyone got nothing.

On a 120-meter-long large iron-clad warship, Babarov, the senior war priest of the Church of the Storm, yelled loudly at the senior leaders of other churches.

His big bald head, rough and bursting beard, and strong chest hair, coupled with his burly body, are quite oppressive in the eyes of everyone: "I don't know what's going on! Yes, there used to be a bird in this place." A shitty little island, a shitty place where even fishermen don't want to rest their feet. But so what?"

Bright Bishop Nadal reminded: "But this island is gone now."

Babarov waved his hand and pointed at the big guy on the water at the far end: "Didn't you see those damn sickle crabs? These things can tear down your beach house in an hour."

Sickle crabs are a relatively common hermit crab in this world, and have nothing to do with evil or extraordinary.

It is most often brought up that they are very aggressive.This kind of hermit crab with pincers as sharp as a sickle can grow up to one meter long, wide and half a meter thick just by its trunk.When they get angry, they can easily break through the side of the wooden boat, and they are also very lethal to the wooden boat covered with iron.

That is to say, a ship with a hull made of fine steel can basically be immune to the attacks of these big guys.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of church powerhouses, these scythe crabs are nesting on the remaining cornerstone of the original island.Wielding their nearly one-meter-long pincers, they unscrupulously pulled out the relics of the mangrove forest—twigs—from the bottom of the water, combined with stones and sand, and built large nests that looked a bit like beehives.

This is the behavior of sickle crabs.

Other church powerhouses turned their suspicious eyes to the Church of Light and Night, and the Church of Glory Warrior.It was the two monitors who first discovered it.

Now, they are not sure.

Babarov rudely ordered: "Let's go! The sea is the territory of our church. Even if something happens, our church is responsible. Since we haven't found any demons or devils running around, it has nothing to do with you."

After the Millennium War, the major churches signed a series of non-aggression clauses.

Since the Church of Storms made such a decision, the others could only follow suit.

The convoy gathered together scattered in all directions.

On the boat, Bishop Nadal turned his head to look at a shadow in the bridge, and finally saw an exquisite and slim figure emerging from the shadow.

"Miss Punisher, what do you think?"

"The devil general did exist, but someone simply wiped it out, and wiped out almost all traces." A sharp light flashed on the woman's glasses.

(End of this chapter)