I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

The chatter of the crowd gradually dispersed as the big sister left.

In front of a residential building, two figures stared at the wrestling field in the field.

"In the wrestling arena, she relies entirely on her own strength, even suppressing her own skills and strength to make those challengers attack her... The only way to use her power is to kill those people and then resurrect them.

It was unbelievable, the force of the blow was obviously enough to kill an adult, but when the enemy hit the wall and flew out of the ring, he didn't receive much damage. "

Talking to himself strangely, Du Lin glanced at Medusa, and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel?"

Medusa stared at the temple in front of her under the blindfold, and nodded with a serious expression: "She seems to be different from Ishtar, Master..."

"Well, it's really different." Du Lin also nodded solemnly, staring at the back of the man who had walked into the temple.

From the wrestling process just now, she is definitely a confident goddess to the bone.

In front of the ring, she was just a simple wrestler, and she seemed to have nothing to do with the word god.

But when the opponent came down from the ring, the aura emitted by the spirit base was obviously like a huge volcano. This feeling even surpassed that of Ishtar and Ge, who Du Lin had fought before.

ear workers.

Ishtar is summoned by a pseudo-servant, and Gorgon may be influenced by the Holy Grail. The spirit foundation of this Feathered Serpent God...

"It really shines like the sun."

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ps: Take a closer look at the previous wrestling, it is still different from wrestling...

But just before I went to change it, a manual review warning popped up, so I dare not change it for the time being.

Think of it as two kinds of sports... (guilty)

Chapter 469 Sun Goddess

On the other side, inside the Sun Temple.

In front of the cathedral, a few candles were lit, illuminating the outline of the entire silent hall.

It is not as prosperous and beautiful as Uruk. There are neither statues, totems, nor witches who burn incense every day.

Feathered Serpent God is a combatant, these literary things have been expelled by Quetzal half a year ago, leaving only a chair with countless feathers and snake heads at both ends.

There are many ways to spread faith and maintain power, and she doesn't need to spread the tide of monsters to bring fear like other two-pillar goddesses, or go around to help civilians to get believers.

She walked in from the outside wrestling arena, and immediately no lady sat on the chair. There seemed to be fruit wine and food that had been prepared, and she ate it regardless of her image.

Feathered Serpent God glanced to the side, and chuckled: "Want to eat some? Rider."

In the darkness, there is a maid wearing a lace headband, standing behind the pillar where the flames cannot reflect, a flash of light emerges from the darkness, as if it has just emerged from the spiritual state.

"No, it's not suitable for eating in such a dark place. If you just drop a spider from the top of the wall into your bowl, it would be disgusting to think about it. By the way, why don't your temples light up?" ?”

"Well, girl, why don't you eat with me~ After wrestling every day, staying in a quiet place and meditating will help you improve." Feathered Serpent God's tone was strange, and he drank a glass of fruit wine in one gulp. Then he snapped his fingers.

In the slightly gloomy temple, a huge flame suddenly appeared on the ceiling, illuminating the entire hall like a snake with wings spread.

"That's all right?" She looked at the maid who had come out from the other end of the pillar.

Arturia looked at the goddess in front of her with complex words and muttered, "...Quetal."

Claiming to be a goddess from South America, she appeared in the world directly as the 'separation' of the ultimate existence.During this period, the other party's powers include the fields of life and harvest, culture, and wind and rain.

Now, mastering the flame has also appeared.

Suppressing the surprise in her heart, Arturia calmly looked at the empty back of the other party, and couldn't help whispering: "It's still as simple as before... You don't need to build a statue exactly like yourself, and then let people come in every day to pray devoutly something?"

"No need, rather than leaving a clay sculpture of myself here to make some illusory promises, why not go around and wrestle with them freely to awaken the courage of believers?" Quetzal said indifferently.

After drinking two glasses of fruit wine, it was not known whether it was the reflection of the flames or the reason why her body was sensitive to alcohol, a blush had already appeared on the face of this goddess.

The passionate words, the healthy wheat-colored skin revealed, and the tone of indifference between the conversations... Artoria couldn't help but feel a very comfortable feeling in front of this Feathered Serpent God.

During their lifetime, the Knights of the Round Table would reveal some personal things to each other in private, but when she appeared on stage, they would appear very restrained.

But here, the goddess gave her a completely different feeling, and Merlin, who is out of tune, can't even compare...

This is the aroma of freedom, right?

Shaking her head secretly, Arturia dispelled some subtle thoughts, and she was already a servant who abandoned her status as a king and became a servant.No need for freedom at all...

Of course, she was never envious.

Because during this period of defection, Feathered Serpent God has been given enough freedom, even to the extent that she is free, and occasionally wants to find a master to help clean the room and wash clothes.

Some things, after a short half an hour of eating, Quetzal lay on the chair without a lady, exposing a large area of ​​skin.

Artoria tidied up the things in front of her, and turned into a mop to clean up some meat skeletons on the ground. When she moved the table away, Quetzal hugged her waist.

"Hmm..." Quetzal, who was full of alcohol, seemed to be hugging a limited-edition real-life pillow, and rubbed his face against Arturia's stomach fondly: "It's so smooth, Rider. Cute~"

Quetzal is like a wayward child. If this scene is released outside, it may shock the residents of Eridu to the ground.Who would have imagined that the Feathered Serpent, who had been heroic in the arena for half an hour, would see such a scene in private.

"Drunk guys are really troublesome!" Arturia snorted angrily, with strange colors in her eyes.

The best chance for an assassination... Such thoughts were snuffed out the moment they arose in her heart.

The Feathered Serpent God, one of the Alliance of Three Goddesses of Humanity and Humanity, is undoubtedly an enemy, but it is not appropriate to kill him in this way.