The World of Evil God game

"Well, who believes in me?"

Shang Lin had just left the fictional kingdom of God when he suddenly felt an extremely pure faith.

There seems to be other divinities mixed in?

"Haha, it can't be some god's saint who believes in me. There probably won't be such a thing."

When Shang Lin talked about it, he felt that this kind of thing was not impossible.

"Isn't that right? Saints are different from ordinary believers. They should have very firm beliefs in their gods. Are there still such young men as saints?"

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"No, it can't be Malya's cousin, right? The Painful Saint who was just promoted yesterday has changed his faith today? Why don't you just change your job?"

Generally speaking, saints are staunch advocates of their gods, perhaps even more steadfast in their beliefs than the gods themselves.

God may doubt Himself at times, but saints do not.

God will say: Did I do something wrong?

Believers will say: Send.

Saints will say: God, you are not wrong, but the whole world is wrong! Even if the whole world is your enemy, we are your strong backing!

This is a saint!

Shang Lin thought that Malt was a mutant, and her cousin was not normal either, but just believe in yourself. In short, this was a good thing. She was just surprised that a saint could be such a loser.

"Let me take a look, it should be here."

Starting from a divine kingdom and heading to another world, those were the coordinates that the netizen sent to him last time.

Shang Lin knew who the ID of [Graffiti Hahahaha] was.

"That must be the painter from last time, but the person who registered this account is not him."

That artist dedicated his login to the coloring gods.

Probably because he wants to discuss the mysteries of painting with his god, but the god of coloring has never been in a very good mental state, and is sometimes considered to be in the "crazy" stage of madness or not.

But this guy seems to be in much better condition after going online. The last time he sent a message, he even added a dog head emoji.

Shang Lin had never met this god, so he didn't know his character. When he came to the painting world, Shang Lin appeared in a very large studio.

This is the coloring church.

In fact, it is the Art Association.

It's just that the painting skills of these people in the painting church don't seem to be very good.

"What is this? The meaningless color blocks are like small advertisements for psoriasis. The messy abstract line drawings have a post-modern beauty. How come this man's hands and feet are as big as his head? What kind of cosmic starfish."

"Oh my god, why does this man's hair look like dry grass? This human being with a right triangle will turn the right triangle into a triangle in seconds!"

"The high-scoring works are all the same, while the low-scoring works have different forms! No, there are no high-scoring works here!"

Although we know that the painting industry has been influenced by the God of Painting, resulting in the painting level in each world being not very high, at least the mechanical drawings in the Steam Kingdom are more pleasing to the eye than these paintings.

The key point is whether those drawings can be recognized as "paintings".

If you are not painting, you will not be affected by the God of Painting. Therefore, those who believe in the God of Painting will paint a bunch of sketches, while those who do not believe in the God of Painting will be able to paint good works.

"Sure enough, sure enough! It's all rubbish, it's all rubbish!"

The sudden sharp sound made Shang Lin look sideways. A divine wave floated out from a painting, and then... turned into a colorful crow-like creature.

He opened his wings. His wings were one red and one blue. His head was green, his body was yellow, his tail was pink, his belly was white, and his claws were black.

"Hello!"

The crow's paw fell on a drawing board next to it: "I am the God of Coloring! Are you the new God with powerful painting power? Thank you! Thank you! I am very happy that you can come here! Very happy!”

The coloring god?

The God of Graffiti!

It’s really “graffiti”!

Shang Lin: "I understand why people in the Painting Church paint so abstractly. It turns out that's how it is."

Graffiti: "Quaa? Why? What do you understand? What do you understand?"

Shang Lin waved his hand: "Forget it, this isn't important anymore. Now that I'm here, your industry has been saved!"

Tuya spread his wings and seemed very excited: "He's saved, he's saved!"

The colorful crows danced on the drawing board, but at this time, there was another clear and deep voice:

"That's not the coloring god, I am! My doodles are showing off here again!"

As he spoke, Shang Lin saw that all the paintings began to fall to the ground. The drawing boards gathered together, and the paints and messy line drawings on them gradually gathered into the shape of a little white-haired lolita.

She was wearing a reddish-brown robe and a flat hat. She was so small that she could lift it up with one hand.

This look confused Shang Lin, and he blurted out:

"In your church, is there a knight named Gale with a big sword?"

The white-haired lolita was curious: "Who is that? I've never heard of it." She shook her head, and then waved to the crow, and the colorful crow immediately flew back to her shoulder, and then walked in Shanglin In the gaze——

She swallowed the colorful crow in one gulp.

Then she looked at Shang Lin, suddenly as if she was in a daze, as if she was looking at an incomparable "painting"!

“OMG!!!”

She suddenly covered her two small cheeks and screamed loudly, and then her eyes radiated white light as if they were real - it was an exaggeration technique in painting, and it appeared in a realistic state on the body of the god.

"You're so beautiful! Can I tear you apart? I want to learn the lines that make up your body, they're so perfect!"

The white-haired little loli suddenly rushed to Shang Lin's side, and then started touching Shang Lin's line drawing body everywhere!

"With these line drawings, I can draw perfect paintings! Your body is the best carrier for my paintings. Please give me some of your body!"

"But I refuse!" Shang Lin directly rejected the white-haired little lolita's request: "I have the final say over my body, and your paintings are too ugly. You have ruined the painting world!"

He had to cut himself into pieces as soon as he came up. It was simply too terrifying!

"If there's nothing else to do, I'll leave first. By the way, please delete it as a forum friend."

"No!" The white-haired little loli grabbed Shang Lin's line drawing feathers: "Then let me draw a picture for you. I can record the shape of your line drawing. Please , I want to open an art school, but everyone scolds me for my poor painting!”

"You know, I also have a dream!"

The white-haired little loli suddenly complained. She was a little crazy and very angry: "The God of coloring is a god born from the act of 'drawing' in the world, but the paintings of the first beings were all a mess. What can I do? The original god of coloring, the 'God of Patterns', has already appeared!"

"Later, the identity of the God of Patterns was constantly worn by armor. I was also one of the armor-wearers, so my poor painting skills would make people fall into madness and illusion. What can I do? This is the difference between the God of Patterns and the past. The historical issues left by the God of Painting!”

"If we really want to trace it back, we must go back to the hands of those beings who gave birth to us in the first place. The reason why we draw so poorly is because this is a story that they started with their own hands!"

"I think so too. I also want to get rid of my rubbish painting techniques! Wow, I want to draw. God of fiction, please teach me how to draw!"

Shang Lin couldn't stand the cry of this little girl, so he could only agree. The white-haired little loli changed her face in a second, and immediately started sketching Shang Lin, bragging while sketching:

"My sketching technique is very good. You have to know that in the early days of life, there was no paint. Everyone used line drawings to draw, so sketching is also a means of recording civilization. When I saw you, I The inspiration will continue to burst out! I would like to show my heart to you! ”

"Okay, the painting is done!"

The white-haired little loli showed an intoxicated look on her face. Shang Lin's line drawing body underwent an exaggerated deformation, and then she stretched her head to take a look.

How should I put it? I can't say they are exactly the same, but at least they have nothing to do with each other.

Shang Lin took the painting away and pointed the drawing board directly at her!

"This inspiration of yours! Block it next time!"

"The painting is really good, don't do it next time!"