Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Hamadus, the God of Noisy, so is his mission really to kill gods?

And it seems that he actually became Taoist friends with the Native Council.

I have to say, it’s really...exciting!

"Hunting Hamadus?"

Compared with Fu Qian's silent emotion, Marco's reaction was obviously more intense.

"I know about the God of Hustle, but isn't that just a fairy tale?"

This man had a solemn expression and subconsciously resisted the idea of ​​killing gods.

"Is he actually a real living god?"

"Alive, but almost dead."

Faced with Marco's question, Wihler nodded.

"Many mythical stories appear for a reason."

"But even in the legend, Hamadus itself is not a very powerful god, and there were not many early believers. Of course, there are even fewer believers now. The Hustle Festival that was originally established because of belief in him is now also All that remains is an ugly orgy.”

"But He does exist, and we only recently confirmed that."

"It's just that Hamadus has been in a deep sleep for a long time now, which makes his state unstable. It can even be said that he is half crazy."

"Of course if that wasn't the case, we wouldn't have the idea of ​​hunting."

"In short, the current Hamadus, in his newly awakened state, is probably only at the level of a divine envoy, and may even be reduced."

"So we still have to hunt for a divine envoy? And under the eyes of the Night Keeper?"

Facing Wehler's careful explanation, Marco obviously didn't quite buy it.

"Don't worry, I'm not done yet."

Weihele waved his hand to signal him to calm down.

"First of all, the way the gods hunt is different from what you imagine. We have already designed corresponding strategies for this."

"Secondly, neither you nor Camus need to take action head on."

"Tomorrow night, as part of the annual routine of the Hustle Festival, the respected Count Valentine of Dunis will visit the lighthouse in the port and blow an ancient horn at the top, symbolizing the call to the God of Hustle."

"And the same two horns will be located in the Cross Square and the Phoenix Palace Bell Tower respectively."

As Weihele spoke, he spread his left hand. In his palm were two gray-black flakes, which looked like crudely polished stones. The surface of the stone was a messy pattern formed by interlaced arcs.

"After the horns sound in the three locations, the Hustle Festival officially begins."

"And what you two need to do is find an opportunity to activate this thing when the horns sound in these two places."

"What about you?"

It was obvious that Marco didn't expect that his mission would be this, and he asked after a moment of hesitation.

"I'll be beside the Count."

Wihler glanced at him with no expression on his face.

"So...what exactly is this thing used for?"

Marco's breath froze and he quickly changed the topic.

"This is a special spell."

Weihele rubbed two flakes in his hand.

"Once activated, ordinary sounds will produce agitation that can have an impact on the mental level. Revelers who have been preparing for a long time will gain emotional resonance that they have never thought of, and resonance at an extraordinary level!"

“This will cover the entire cross area and port area, and eventually expand to hundreds of thousands of people, and in this tide that is almost faith-based, if we are lucky, we will be able to see the real Hamadus. "

"And after doing this, you don't need to stay, just leave."

"If possible, after getting rid of the night watchman, you can come to the port and wait for an opportunity to assist."

From every aspect, Wihler's arrangement is reasonable and there is nothing to fault.

"As for how to distribute the two locations, you can decide by yourself."

L.

As soon as Weihele finished speaking, Marco turned his attention to Fu Qian.

"I'm not familiar with Dunis, so I'll just choose the remaining one."

Fu Qian snorted without hesitation and said directly.

…

Fu Qian's disdainful tone obviously made Marco feel angry again.

When it came to choosing one of the two locations, he really had the idea of ​​taking the lead just now, but he didn't expect that the other party actually let him choose directly.

The key point is that he obviously thought that Fu Qian would not be so kind, so he hesitated for a while.

"As I've gotten older these past few years, I don't like going out for activities as much as before."

Seeing this, Weihele on the side spoke again, minding his own business.

"I am personally more familiar with the Phoenix Palace. After all, it is right next to the best opera house in Venice."

"Most of the people who will go there are old guys like me, so if you act there, in addition to the night guards who will definitely be there, you may also need to face some of their bodyguards. Of course, this should be a big problem for both of you. not a problem."

"As for the Cross Square, the terrain there is open and easy to escape, but the personnel will be relatively complicated. Young people prefer to go there, so under the same circumstances, the night watchman may have more manpower."

"I'm going to the Cross Square."

Almost as soon as Wihler finished his introduction, Marco no longer hesitated and took a charm directly from his hand.

"Relatively speaking, I am obviously more suitable to go to a place where young people are."

As he spoke, the man glanced provocatively at Fu Qian.

"Really? Regardless of whether you are young or not, are you sure you are suitable to go to a place with 'people'?"

He didn't even blink before paying, and even deliberately emphasized the word "人".

This kind of kindergarten-level ridicule has no meaning in front of him except humiliating oneself.

Click!

In view of the gap in dimensional levels among ranks, Marco immediately broke through the defense again and smashed the table next to him with a slap.

"Well, in fact, strictly speaking, we are not purely 'human beings'."

Wihler immediately stopped the farce from escalating.

The demigod's words still carry weight. Seeing that Marco didn't even move his buttocks to move forward, although Marco was angry in his heart, he finally did not continue to have an attack.

"Then I'll go to the Phoenix Palace."

Fu Qian looked at Weihele's open palm, nodded slightly, and took over his errand.

However, when he reached out to get the talisman, Weihele took a sharp breath and held it with his hand.

"what happened to your hand?"

As soon as these words came out, Marco next to him was instantly alert, and all eyes were focused on Fu Qian's exposed right hand.

The faint patterns on the skin were now colorful, including the flesh and blood under the patterns, which were no longer translucent.

…

What else could happen, isn't it obvious?

Facing Weihele's confused gaze, Fu Qian chose to smile at the top of his lungs.

"My ability has become unstable, and the demigod seems a little impatient."