How Did It Become a River Crab?

The biggest reason why this thing is not purple is probably this shameful and time-wasting way of starting it.

After finishing experimenting with this item, Mo Lan finished reading the children's book that she bought from a street stall, which can learn Chaolai boxing, and added a new permanent bonus to the bonus list, and she was satisfied Nodding, so far, except that the binding partner of Tamagoko has not yet been decided, the harvest in Qingritian World has basically been counted.

Then according to the schedule, next...

Mo Lan took out the set from the backpack [Starting to make the evil god set today]...

Time to study this stuff.

Mo Lan put this magic circle that can be changed in size at any time on the ground, unfolded it, and opened the [Cthulhu Manual for Novices that Paramecia Can Understand] that came with it. After reading it from beginning to end, I felt that I had completely Understand this array.

To put it simply, the core effect of this evil god set is [establish a sect in a certain world, and then use the power of this sect to collect various items for your own use], which is a typical long-term profit-oriented business prop.

When starting for the first time, this set will randomly select one of the thousands of western fantasy worlds in the endless space, and automatically find a suitable initial location in that world, and project the magic circle down, even if it is opened main base.

Afterwards, Mo Lan will find a way to recruit people to come to this main base to swear allegiance to him and become his believers. 】The bonus, to put it bluntly, is the credibility or incense that is common in various online articles. When accumulated, it can also provide Mo Lan with a good attribute bonus. This is the first benefit.

Not only that, as I said before, Mo Lan can order these believers who are loyal to him to build temples for him, recruit new believers, and collect various materials from that world, sacrifice them in the way of sacrifice, and put them into Mo Lan Provide him with all the resources he needs in his personal lobby.

As for what these resources are...they are relatively free. You can ask them to send up a handful of mud, or a local artifact, or sacrifice a few people, but this set is not bad. Those who are in charge of turning these sacrifices into infinite points and followers, therefore, unless Mo Lan asks them to sacrifice the local [world specialties], and then chooses the endless point-based items from among them for his own use, other things will be brought up However, if Mo Lan doesn't have the corresponding ability, she can't use it directly. She has to find a way to turn it into a usable resource.

Of course, even being an evil god doesn’t mean you can go whoring for nothing. Believers naturally need something to sacrifice. While accepting the sacrifice, Mo Lan can also use the function called [Give] to give his own Item resources, skill effects, derivative units, and even himself are put down to solve various problems for believers, consolidate their beliefs, and speed up sect building. However, this function is gradually opened according to the scale of the sect. Currently, only some items and props can be granted. Skill effect, if you want to integrate juniors or yourself, you have to wait until the sect is large enough.

And as everyone thinks, whether it is a sacrifice or a gift, the process requires payment. Mo Lan can save part of her endless points into the magic circle, so that the people below can make sacrifices and put them into the circle. Fees are automatically deducted when things are sent down. Even if he is not in the hall, the believers below can also sacrifice automatically. Mo Lan can collect the food after finishing the dungeon or going online.

With such a smooth stroke, Mo Lan understood that this thing is a high-investment, long-yield simulation business game, using long-term investment and operation in exchange for faith bonuses and various resources, which belongs to the professional counterparts of Huaxia people, so As soon as Mo Lan closed the manual with his front foot, he directly injected an infinite amount of points into the magic circle with his back foot, ready to start his first experience of evil gods.

It is worth mentioning that the endless points that Mo Lan put in are the father's card fee that was honored by his adoptive father Qiuli Gaojiang just a few minutes ago. Although it is not much, it is more than enough for the first charge of the magic circle up.

After the recharge was completed, Mo Lan bound the magic circle in the hall, chose to activate, and watched the magic circle quickly turn into a bright purple in the void like the shell of his own crab body, and spread out, like the Oliha steel enchantment Layer by layer unfolded, and an indeterminate light flickered under Mo Lan's feet.

Then, the system sent a prompt: "Please enter your god name."

"Isn't it a nickname?" Mo Lan thought for a while. This Western fantasy world is an evil god, and the name should follow the Romans. Immediately, she randomly entered a [Mosleyland], inspired by her own name and Mosleyan yogurt.

"Confirmed, [Moss Lilan], your current sect level is: [0], you are in the state of no belief, no believers, and no fame. After three seconds, [start making evil god set today] will It will randomly select a western fantasy world rich in endless points and special products, and choose a suitable start location where believers can be found very quickly, please wait a moment—"

The multi-layer halo of the magic circle quickly rotated, and a huge twenty-sided dice rose in the center of the magic circle, and stopped after spinning at a high speed, showing the name of a world: ["The Chronicle of the Gods"- 125]...

"...It seems like a game?"

The moment Mo Lan heard the name, Mo Lan remembered that he seemed to have heard of this game in a panoramic online game introduction a few years ago. It seemed to be an MMORPG online game from Dongpu, but it had never been introduced to Huaxia, so he knew it. Not many, at the stage where only one name and general game type are known.

After the world was confirmed, the magic circle surged at a high speed, shooting a stream of deep purple light into the space channel opened above the magic circle. After a few minutes of waiting, the core of the magic circle in front of Mo Lan suddenly lit up. The "client" representing the sacrificial circle and projected into the target position in that world.

Mo Lan got up immediately, sat up cross-legged, and opened the observation interface, wanting to see how perfect the initial location the system had arranged for herself.

...the deepest part of a cave where no birds shit, it's pitch black, and there are no signs of life.

Mo Lan:?

At the same time, ["The Chronicle of the Gods"-125] world, the southwestern border area of ​​an isolated continent, in the dense forest, a figure was running limping through the bushes and thorns in the forest.

Her movements are not dexterous, she straddled the bushes with difficulty, and cut the thorns with a bloody knife even seemed a little clumsy. She definitely did not look like a person who had been walking through the forest for a long time, but if someone looked down from the sky, it would be a bit clumsy. It can be seen at a glance from that clumsy but anxious movement that she should be trying to escape the pursuit from somewhere.

She has well-maintained long purple hair, and the long skirt on her body is a style that only nobles can have in this border town. Being pierced by thorns, it can still be seen that she is a noble girl who once had a considerable status and was loved by the elders, but at this moment, she has lost the tranquility and elegance of the past, like an ant in a desperate situation. Running and shuttling in this forest, I just hope that the sound of footsteps and shouts behind me can be a little bit farther away from me.

However, no matter how urgent and fearful she was, fear could not make up for the gap in body and experience. When she stepped over a bush, the thick roots behind it tripped her unprepared and fell to the ground, amidst a cry of pain, The snow-white elbow was cut mercilessly by the stones and rough soil on the ground, and the wound was mixed with mud and dust, making the blood that dripped out and soaked into the ground become turbid.

The girl got up in embarrassment, and the footsteps behind her ears gradually approached. In desperation, she looked around helplessly, and saw a cave on the rock wall, which was completely dark inside without the sound of wind.

She glanced at the more complicated and dangerous forest in front of her, and then at the unknown cave that emanated from the breath of death. Under the urging of death-knell footsteps behind her, she bit her lower lip and staggered into the cave. In the cave.

A long time later, when Philomena recalled today, she thought that her second life had just begun after making this desperate choice.

Chapter 5.5 People in this world are so enthusiastic ([-]K)

A moment after the girl named Philomena rushed into the cave, four more figures arrived at the entrance of the dark cave.

Completely different from Philomena, the appearance of these four people looks a bit like African cannibals. They only wear a pair of loincloth-like panties and a pair of woven, extremely durable straw sandals. The weapons of blowing arrows and fists have a barbarian appearance, but they have a characteristic that is completely different from the cannibals in the common concept.

……skin.

The skin quality of these four muscular men is unbelievably good. It looks like they have had a [-]-grade dermabrasion treatment. Gloss, in reality, people with the best skin quality feel ashamed in front of these four hunks. Obviously, this kind of skin quality can no longer be described by simple [maintenance] and [natural beauty].

After confirming that the target had entered the cave from the blood and footprints on the ground, one of them stood up and asked the man with the most radiant skin among the four, "Brother, should we continue to chase?"

"No, no."

The man called [Elder Brother] shook his head: "This woman has a strong temperament, the cave is too dark, even with a torch, it is difficult to tell the direction, the small enchanted blade in her hand is sharp enough to pierce our holy skin, Before, two of my younger brothers were pierced by her reproductive organs, which caused damage to the holy skin bestowed by our lord, if we repeat the same mistakes because of carelessness, the loss outweighs the gain.”

As soon as these words came out, the group of people became bewildered. Little Ding Ding was poked and exploded, but what they cared about was the piece of skin that wrapped Ding Ding.

"Besides, according to this woman's personality, if she has no other way out, she may use that dagger to kill herself. At that time, the blade will scratch her precious skin. If so, what face do we have to dedicate it to the god of holy skin? ?”

"But if it's according to what the elder brother said, the terrain in this cave is complicated, and she doesn't have a torch. If she falls and cuts her skin, no..."

"No, injuries from bruises can be restored by the rituals of my holy skin god, but if it was done by their family's dagger, it will not be so easy." The elder brother shook his head and said lovingly: " Brother, don't worry, brother has just blown her back with a water arrow, and the toxin has entered her body. After a short period of time at most, she will be paralyzed and die, and her skin will naturally loosen for easy peeling. We just need to Wait for a while, and then go inside to collect the corpse."

"Brother, your wisdom makes us admire!"

"All are bestowed by the god of holy skin, all are bestowed by the god of holy skin!"

"Glory to the God of Holy Skin!"

While these perfect-muscled people were praying devoutly outside the cave, Philomena had already traveled quite a distance inside the cave.

The height difference in this cave fluctuates frequently, and there are many protruding stones. The girl moved forward in the dark, fell down again and again in despair, and climbed up with scars again and again. Moving forward.

At this moment, her inner desire to survive has been shattered by reality, and she can only barely agitate along with her heartbeat, supporting her to stagger forward. She knows very well that there is no sound of wind or water flowing in this cave. There is a high probability that it will be a dead end, but even so, she has no choice but to move forward little by little. It seems that as long as she does this, the despair in her heart will slowly overwhelm her.

The cave was extremely quiet, so quiet that only the tinnitus caused by the heavy blow to her head was left in her ears. Amidst the beeping, she fell to the ground again, a new crack was cut on her arm by a stone, and she fell to the ground. The old criss-crossed cross dragged the disintegrated flesh and blood, making the pain even worse.

The dagger fell from her hand, and she groped hard in the darkness, her finger was accidentally cut by the blade, and she didn't have time to feel the pain, so she held the only light by her hand.

In a daze, Philomena remembered the day when she was determined to have no magical talent. In her impression, she was not so disappointed at that time. In her eyes at that time, not being able to become a mage was not something to be disappointed with. Follow your father to learn how to govern the town and become the mayor of the family. That kind of life is also happy, but now, the parents have become shriveled skins, and the townspeople have either betrayed or burned with the town. Now that she was exhausted, she really wanted to rub out even a little bit of flame with her hands, at least to illuminate this dead end.

In her heart, she prayed to the God of Traveling Merchant that her family believed in, just like thousands of times before, but she did not receive any response. She held the dagger, leaned on the wall, and wanted to take a step, but suddenly felt heavy in her body up.

This feeling made the fear in her heart surge rapidly. She knew very well that this was the water curare toxin of those members of the Holy Skin Cult. They used this toxin to hunt and kill, so as to ensure that the epidermis of the [sacrifice] was as complete as possible, so that it was convenient for them to do that. Horrible sacrificial activities.

……when?

...isn't important anymore.

Philomena understood that after the onset of this toxin, it would only take a few minutes at most before she would lose the ability to move, unable to even breathe, and suffocate to death in despair. She subconsciously wanted to raise the dagger Suicide, but now she doesn't even have such strength.

I prayed countless times, but no miracle happened.

Just when Philomena was about to give up her last thoughts and usher in death, she heard hallucinatory ravings.

The voice seemed to come from the void valley, echoed in this dark cave, and rang in Philomena's ears. It took her a few seconds to realize that this was not a hallucination before dying, but a real one. Yes, the voice from the front.

That voice seemed to belong to a young man, even if there was a thick echo, she could feel the frivolity, cynicism, and a little hidden gentleness in that voice, the language he spoke did not belong to any country in this world, But when it fell into her ears, Philomena found that she could actually understand the meaning of this sentence.

Putting it together, it appears to be...

"w - [email protected]!!aim%"

"Yo...!...enya?"

That is calling.

At this moment, in Philomena's blurred vision, the depths of the cave, which should have been pitch black, shone with a faint purple, gentle light.

The shattered desire to survive slowly gathered at this moment, giving her the last strength, allowing her to crawl towards the direction of the light bit by bit, when she used the squeezed strength to pass through that corner , her already blurred vision saw a scattered light and shadow.

It was a halo similar to a magic circle, from which dark purple light came out. Above the halo, there was a figure made of faint purple phantom light. He seemed to be sitting on a miniature throne, looked down at her face.

Philomena wanted to say something, but she was exhausted and had lost the ability to speak. At this moment, she heard the figure let out a slightly surprised cry: "$!@, so Is it miserable?"

The first few words were blurred by the reverberation in the void, and she could only hear the exaggerated tone that seemed to contain a bit of sarcasm at the end. At this moment, her consciousness that was about to be extinguished had a little girlish anger. Dispersed, the figure in front of her suddenly dispersed, a gentle ripple passed through her body, and her consciousness regained consciousness in an instant. The toxin that paralyzed her body was also like ice and snow melted by the scorching sun , nothing left in her body.

"Oh, really?"

Surprised, the figure uttered a teasing whisper, and it solidified again in her clear vision, turning into the previous figure. At this moment, she could see clearly that it was a man in a strange costume. A young man with neat short hair and a handsome face. Even though he was made of dim light, his brows are still as gentle as sunshine, and there seems to be a flash of thunder in his eyes. He quietly looks down at her who is struggling to sit up from the ground. .

After a while, Philomena hesitated and asked hoarsely, "Excuse me, are you..."

"Me?" The young figure seemed to think for a while, and said softly, "Let me take a look...Mosley a...Lan."

That didn't seem to be his real name, but a false god name that he had just taken for himself. Even so, after several days of fleeing, Philomena finally saw someone who could speak normally and wouldn't speak to her. The person raising the butcher knife, even if this existence does not seem to be a good person, but more like an existence from a deep abyss, she still felt a sense of security that made her laugh at herself.

"Are you... a god?"

Philomena tentatively asked, in her world view, only gods would have such a sacrificial circle.

"God? Ha...tsk."

Hearing this question, Mosley Lan tilted his head, as if expressing contempt for the term. After a while, he said in a strange tone: "...it can be."

Afterwards, he let out a soft chuckle, as if continuing to mock the word "God".

At this moment, Philomena already had a guess about the identity of Mosley Lan.

... evil god.

In this world, whether it is a good god or an evil god, they have carved their names on the Dome of the Gods, announcing their existence to the world and demonstrating their theocracy, but there is a kind of god, they come from the deep place, Coming from the silent abyss, from the dead chaos, they are fickle and cannot be understood and explained by any common sense. The believers who believe in them will often lead to desperate endings one after another in the elusive service.Only such an existence would sneer at the word god, but it needs such a tulle to wear on the body.

He rubbed his forehead lightly, then lowered his head and said, "What's your name?"

"... Philomena Edwins."

"Ah, it's not easy to remember... Oh, I will remember if I didn't say it." Morrison raised his eyebrows, and continued to speak softly in that strange tone: "This...do you believe in God?"

"I am..." Philomena wanted to say [I am a believer of the God of Traveling Merchant], but after a while, what she spit out was: "I haven't found a god to believe in yet."

Anyway, the gods never responded to themselves.

"Oh, that's good!"

Sitting on the miniature throne, Morrison said frivolously, "Ah... no, it's not good, you can't say that... you should say... well, don't worry about it."

He seemed to be dismissive of the majesty of the gods, lowered his head, brought his pupils and Philomena's hazy gaze closer, and said, "Let me get straight to the point. Since you are so miserable that you are crawling in this cave... condescending , you should be...uh...in trouble, right?"

"In that case, I'll give you this as a condition, you should pay attention." He played the honorific in a mocking tone, and said: "I will solve the troubles you encountered for you, and then, you will be my friend." The first believer in this world, help me and do things for me in the future, what do you think?"

Hearing these words, Philomena's heart skipped a beat.

This evil god... is making her his first benefactor in this world.

She is very clear that if she agrees, from now on, her body and soul will become playthings in the palm of the evil god, and she will no longer have the right to have her own will, and can only become the pawn of this fickle existence. In this world, he spread unimaginable disasters one after another.

……so what?