The World of Evil God game

"Sacrifice two low-level creatures to summon a higher-level creature, and even create fantasy life."

"I can do that too!"

"You've been underestimated! What kind of fictional creatures are promoted? In fact, it's just biochemical synthesis! You'll regret it, I'm the God of Fiction!"

Shang Lin was holding a propaganda newspaper in the Kingdom of God. It was sent by Miss Malt. In addition to this newspaper, there are many printed materials, all of which contain different views and opinions on sacrifice and offering.

It can be seen that the God of Sacrifice really wants to gain the dominance of faith in this world, or in other words, he has been expanding his sphere of influence and has never stopped.

To be promoted to God?

The level of God cannot be promoted by faith!

Good luck!

Compared to the lecture on the God of Fiction tomorrow, Shang Lin will conduct online promotion tonight.

"Look at my new image!"

The previous image of the God of Confusion was a faceless god, covered with a layer of white curtain all over his body, looking like the image in traditional fairy tales that can be cosplayed by putting a white sheet on his body, a classic ghost look. It's just that there is a hazy black silhouette around him, which makes him look different from those miscellaneous soldiers and ghosts.

But this look belongs to the God of Confusion, not the God of Fiction.

The skin of the God of Confusion is already a treasure from ancient times, and the special effects are so simple, like rotten fish and shrimp.

Since the Fictional Church has no church, no statues, no rules, and even no decorations, everyone from the Pope to the believers live by imagination, so even though Shang Lin has appeared for a week, no believers have asked what he looks like.

Shang Lin even heard a violent theory that although the God of Fiction is real, his image must be fictional, that is, there is no image, so not only does he not need to set up a statue, but he can also save a lot of money on maintaining the statue.

You don't value yourself too much!

I didn't ask you to make up my image!

So Shang Lin plans to show his face at the online promotion tonight to let the world know what his current image is like, so don't imagine it every day.

Of course, Shang Lin is not against changing his image, because it is conducive to launching a "skin selling" activity in the future. It is also a disguise. Most gods have fixed images, and there are few gods who can change their own images, which also means that this kind of gods is very distinctive. For example, the Iron God can not only be combined into a "differential robot", but if he wants, he can even become a carriage, a boiler, a mechanical arm, a crane, a ship, a lathe, an ancient mechanical city, a clockwork doll, a gear dragon. It's just a Transformer. "The so-called fiction is the product of artistic imagination." Shang Lin's appearance began to change, and his facial features began to stand out from the curtain face of the God of Confusion, but he only had the simplest facial features, without more detailed changes, and the cloth state of the whole body began to become as hard as white marble. Various fantasy characteristics that people usually have began to appear on Shang Lin's body. The body made of sculptures symbolizes that the "sculpture art" in the world comes from the oldest and simplest aesthetic concepts and the original creativity. Around the body of the sculpture, some strange patterns appeared. They were like mottled oil painting blocks, dark blue, light red, snow white, and light yellow, symbolizing people's appreciation and poor depiction of colors in the early days.

Shang Lin snapped his fingers, and these blocks of color began to surround him like tiny stars, forming a colorful special effect, but because these stars were too small, they looked like sugar beans.

A coat made of white feathers appeared on the sculpture, symbolizing the decorative image made when people first imitated birds to dance.

A recorder was inserted around the waist of the sculpture, which symbolized the musical instrument of ancient times.

A tall hat was worn on the head of the sculpture, casting a shadow on the blurred facial features. In dramas and movies after the Industrial Revolution, the hat is an indispensable classic shape.

Finally, countless overlapping virtual lines appeared around Shang Lin, which outlined the same image as the sculpture of Shang Lin, covering the outside of the body, like a layer of doll clothes.

But there is no color or filler in these lines, which makes Shang Lin look like a line drawing person, and his behavior seems funny and distorted.

"All the original images in the world are made up of lines."

A line drawing weirdo wearing a white feathered robe, with colorful sugar beans of various colors around him.

This is the final image of the God of Fiction.

"Something is missing." Shang Lin stretched out his hands, only to find that he had nothing in his hands.

Gods always have to hold something in their hands, so that believers can blow that thing into a divine weapon.

Lines began to be drawn, and with lightning speed, a classic white game controller appeared in Shang Lin's hand.

It was Saturday night. According to the plan, this time should be to participate in the "promotional activities" of the fictional church.

General Manager Boll remembered the words of those people in the fictional church.

All he needs to do is sleep.

Since the professionals said so, after seeing the time, General Manager Boll returned to his room and closed his eyes.

Snap.

Bol opened his eyes, but he did not wake up in bed, but appeared in a blank space.

Not asleep, he was sure he had just closed his eyes!

General Manager Bol looked around and saw rows of chairs around him. Bol looked at the chairs with confusion. Some of the chairs were already occupied by people, and they seemed to be looking around curiously. Bol knew them. These They are all relatively famous figures in the urban agglomeration.

Big businessmen, investors, governors, church priests, factory owners, retailers of various stores.

Then, he saw the priests of the God of War Medical Order also appearing here.

The Steel Priests of the Church of Steel.

The late-night pain buddy from the Church of the Painful.

Then, people from the Church of the "Unclean" who were shunned by people also appeared. They were tied up like mummies and shrouded in white robes, like ghosts wandering around the venue.

However, some church personnel from secondary churches did not appear, such as

Bol looked around and saw no one who had sacrificed the church.

"How is this going"

"Isn't this Mr. Bohr? You're welcome." A familiar voice came. Bohr turned his head and saw that Professor Halley was also here, and he seemed to have been sitting here for a while.

"Professor, are you here too? Is this where it is?"

Professor Harley's eyes flashed with wonder: "Yes, this is the site of online promotion. We make an appointment in reality, and then get together in the dream!"

"But this is incredible! But it can't be said to be a dream. It should be a strange 'spiritual space'!"

"You should know that the power of dreams is also controlled by several gods, and without exception, all kinds of strange and bizarre scenes will always appear in dreams under their influence."

"But now we are sober as never before."