Why am I the only male apprentice of the evil queen.

"Fenmu, let's ignore him and just do our business, okay?"

Chapter 60 Thousand Faces!

In the case of Rachel, Fenmu can only say that people will always feel homesick after returning to their hometown. The succubus seems to be excited all day long when they return to their hometown, just like the succubus in front of them.

It used to be 〇 cold, but these days it feels a little heated up. Fenmu didn't understand the reason, but he can be sure that it is definitely not his own reason, because he has been busy posting with Master Anna recently. He never teased Rachel, let alone covered her face with his own blood.

It's just that this succubus is really the kind whose rationality has evaporated. The enemies are coming to the door, and they are still thinking about saving the aging population of the succubus tribe.

"Rachel, I think you should clearly distinguish the priorities of the matter. People have come to your door. If you delay for a long time, you will become suspicious."

Femme hugged Rachel, patted her on the back comfortingly, and helped her tie up her hair by the way. Femmo is very hard at tying her hair, so she can only roughly imitate Rachel's usual way of tying her hair, but The finished product is still much worse.

"Fenmu, after we come back..." Rachel still didn't want to give up, the beautiful girl was covered with bloodshots burned by the fire of lust, she looked a little crazy.

"...All right." Fenmu nodded helplessly.

With his promise, Rachel decided to make a quick decision, quickly get rid of the obstructive guys outside, and return to the real main battlefield in the room as soon as possible.

In an instant, the maid uniform on the ground had disappeared and returned to her body. The legendary code symbolizing mystery and greed unfolded in her hands, and the rapidly turning pages made a life-threatening rustling sound.

The door of the room was blown halfway, she flew out with bare eyes, the killing intent almost turned into substance and condensed behind her.

Fen Mu looked at a small white lace triangle on the ground, and could already feel how anxious Rachel was:

"You forgot something very important..."

He picked it up and put it in his pocket, and then jumped down. Casalia also reacted quickly, leading Taivia to chase after him.

"Fenmu, what's wrong with that Rachel, I look a bit mentally damaged, did she touch something indescribable?" Casalia looked at the crazy Rachel in disbelief. Cher.

That posture is almost the same as the fanatics I dealt with before. You must know that Rachel gave the church the impression of a cold-faced and cold-hearted high priest. Why did she become a little crazy after following Fenmu for a short time... ...

Silune cursed in Casalia's mind:

"You idiot, your focus is a bit skewed! What you should pay attention to is Rachel's aura. She is vaguely preparing to break through to the seventh level! Do you understand what this concept is? Seventh level! Seventh level!"

Only then did Casalia ask Fenmu about this serious matter:

"So Fenmu, what's going on here, how does Rachel's aura feel like it's about to break through the sixth-order barrier in time?"

"I don't know!" Fenmu couldn't tell the reason, "Maybe it was made by Hajesse?"

"Huh? Qi level seven?" The brown-haired female knight raised a question mark.

On the other side, Hajesse hadn't figured out the situation yet. On his face, one eye was on his forehead and the other was on his chin. At the same time, he squinted slightly to look at Rachel, the aggressive maid.

what's the situation?In the conversation with the projection, isn't this maid Anglai's subordinate, but this kind of strength is not something that Anglai can control.

It's just this murderous posture, if Hajesse didn't react at all, then he would have died countless times.

The strange-faced man was analyzing the situation of the succubus tribe in his mind. Could it be that the wandering succubus maid wanted to help them vent their anger after finding the tribe?

The Infinite Snake Organization is spread all over the world, with minions extending to every corner of the abyss, but they have never heard of such a strong Succubus!

In the worst case now, both Anglai and Benson were already dead in it, and they still wanted to lie to themselves and kill him too.

"I am preparing all the time. No conspiracy can sanction me. All those who are malicious to me will eventually be torn off by me and become one of my collections!"

Hajesse laughed slyly, his laughter was weird and sinister as if he was secretly farting, he took out a face of unknown identity from his arms, and then stabbed it with a viscous and vicious dagger. Spread it out.

"This guy with weird habits uses the skin of a person as a scroll to burn the magic circle! Cruel guy!" The female knight frowned, and the disgust in her eyes quickly turned into a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath.

"Disgusting! It's enough to be a guy who can remove the lesion!" The compassionate female doctor Taivia also pulled out the axe.

Hajesse's mouth on the cheek laughed:

"Eat my trick, you women who are so stupid that I can't help laughing!"

Thousands of dead faces full of resentment floated out of the pitch-black magic circle, the blinding black light flashed past, the masked man disappeared in place, and then appeared several kilometers away, laughter resounded through the night sky again.

"So you are stupid, do you really think I will stay and play with you? I'm leaving!"

The Masked Man thought he had escaped from birth, and even after the words fell, he spent several more faces to escape. According to normal calculations, the distance he has escaped now is about half of the distance from the elf's forest of all things to the prison city. It is almost impossible for anyone to catch up to him.And these skins almost consumed his accumulation of almost five years.

But from the perspective of Fenmu and others, after this guy escaped for the first time, his subsequent teleportation was just standing still, and Hajesse's spirit had long been disturbed by Rachel.

Rachel's face was very dark, and her tone was very calm, but it was the dead silence before the storm:

"Is this all your tricks? You are planning to spoil my good deeds with this point?"

"?!"

Hajesse turned his head, and Rachel's pressure was so oppressive that he couldn't breathe. He could affirm that this woman's strength was beyond the sixth level, but such a person should not be from the Succubus.

The infinite snake has enslaved the succubus as a blood sacrifice for hundreds of years. If this woman was really capable, she would have come here to seek revenge.

"I'm just following orders to guard the succubus! Even if you are a sixth-order, I think you should weigh the pros and cons carefully. Your fellow clan is hopeless, but you are different. Don't let them implicate your future. Unlimited The Snake Organization is a gathering of ancient people, where many unimaginable scholars have gathered, and they have ancient knowledge as terrifying as the abyss! When you reach the sixth level, you will not want to mess with those adults!"

And Rachel's almost crazy cold stare and the sudden growth of killing intent around her have already given the answer.

"You shouldn't have come at this time! Your wrong choice means your death is imminent!"

The masked man tried to break through the spiritual confinement imposed by the other party, but found that it didn't work at all. With no other way, he decided to try to invite God at his own expense.

The people he believes walk in the world with thousands of faces, passing everyone like a stranger. Every existence is destined to pass by a great mystery from birth. It is Death who stands above all!Not even the gods can escape the gaze of death!

The dagger dripping with black mud was raised high, and the Masked Man pierced his heart with it.

"It is my honor to die! The gods share my fate! Fear the God of Many Faces! The God of the Stranger!"

After hearing his words, Fen Mu was stunned for a moment.

Is this person planning to summon Master? !

Chapter 61 The Imaginary Enemy

At first, Fenmu was a little skeptical, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. The key was the title of "Stranger". He had never heard of any god who shared the same title.

For a moment, two completely different emotions crowded his heart. He wanted to see Anastha, but he didn't want to see him so soon. He wasn't ready yet!

In the end, Fen Mu still gritted his teeth and made up his mind, anyway, we will see each other soon, there is no need to be in a hurry, he can't wait for just a few days?

You can't lose the big because of small things, leaving a good impression on Anastha is the most important thing!Now this Hajesse called Master out ahead of time, clearly trying to ruin his plan!

"Rachel, kill him for me, don't let him succeed!" Fen Mu ordered, turned around and ran away.

He was worried that Rachel would fail to stop him, so he really called out. Although hiding may not be useful, at least try!The power of the witch is so much preached by the people in this world, after absorbing the witch crystal from the Dark Elf Queen, even Hekati can conceal his current aura concealment ability.

Maybe the master just didn't pay attention and didn't notice him?

"Fenmu, why are you running?" The witch senior sister chased after him and asked, and directly chased him to the underground wine cellar.

"I don't have time to explain, I have to ask about the situation." After a few words for Hekaty to imagine, Fen Mu immediately confirmed to Master Anna:

"Then what...Master Anna, that guy outside with even more crooked facial features than his three views, wouldn't he really invite Master out?"

Anastas thought that she rarely left traces, and had few opportunities to contact people, and she would not be as flamboyant as those other gods in the past, letting her envoys proclaim miracles, hoping that everyone would know about them. dawn.

So where did this infinite snake find the old lady's deeds?

The premise of faith is to be known by others. Although some female apprentices were recruited in the past, after making a name for themselves, she began to publicize her reputation as a stranger, but because Anasta seldom treated those recruited believers. A miracle came down, so there were very few people who believed in and praised her. Even if there were, they would have disappeared in the long river of time.

Seriously speaking, whether she will be invited out or not, is it up to her, Anasta?That person has been self-inflicted for so long, and she, the stranger, is so close, she should have been able to receive the call of the blood sacrifice a long time ago, did this guy believe in the wrong god and believe in something else?

"No." Anastha reassured the apprentice, "He probably misunderstood God."

With these words, Fenmu breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and went out of the cellar, took a bottle of fruit wine and a tall glass, and leisurely returned to the first battlefield.

Hecate couldn't understand this guy anymore, and touched his forehead, thinking he was sick.

"What happened to you?"

"It's okay, I'm fine! I just thought that this Hajesse was really going to summon a god that was very scary to me, but now it seems that I must have admitted it wrong." Fen Mu took a sip of the fruit wine, but found it a bit difficult Drink, decisively returned to the idiot succubus who cheered and shouted beside him, and asked Hekaty: "Hekaty, regarding the belief in the Kingdom of God, what god did you get recognized because of your belief?"

"What happened to the witch who was killed in the first place?"

Hekati looked at Fenmu curiously, his eyes clearly said, "We all believe in the same god, don't you believe it?"

Fen Mu couldn't help being silent when he heard this, how many trumpets this master has opened before, why all the senior sisters have different letters!

This is really the God of Thousand Faces...

However, Fen Mu remembered that when he was living with Anasta, it seemed that he never heard her talk about his name except when he appeared as an adult.

"Master Anna, what kind of god is Master on my side this time?"

Anastasia wants to say, have you ever seen me as a god, you bastard?When they lived together before, Fenmu's eyes didn't know how many times he looked at strange places. If he did this kind of thing in the temple of gods where miracles still exist, it would be magnanimous for Fenmu not to be struck by the thunder of divine punishment.

"It's not God, it's your master." Anasta replied weakly.

"I understand!"

Fenmu nodded thoughtfully, and no longer dwell on this topic. No matter how many identities Ansta has, even her name may be fake, but her butt must be real, and it is the only truth that sees through many disguises !

As long as the "real thing" that cannot be falsified is discovered, then the master is just his master, and nothing else matters!

Carefully aware of her apprentice's thoughts, Anasta became even more tired.

"Your comprehension is for me to use in normal places..."

At the center of the battle, Rachel had already carried out a strangulation attack on the Masked Man according to the instructions left by Fenmu.

Every spell must have the blessing of a charged magic circle, elemental spiritual power and spiritual magic attack, and the carpet-like spell bombing is like a sacrament of killing.

Faith is related to spirit. In terms of attack methods, Rachel's spiritual attack should be the best solution for interrupting the god-invoking ceremony.

But...she failed!

The succubus who was so angry that he broke through to the seventh level failed, and the strange blood flowing from Hajesse's chest shone with indescribable color.This strange color is like a poisonous snake spitting out bright red, and the blood is flying against the current like a curl of cooking smoke, gradually degenerating into a charming purple color under the gaze of the starry sky.

The cheeks of the masked man were drying up rapidly, the blood was being sucked away continuously, the knife wound on the heart was torn open, and some kind of strong suction was even produced, the body of the masked man was sucked in, but the knife wound was It is still in the air, and it is still expanding, as if someone is about to come to the door.

"What a powerful divine power...! But it doesn't seem to be a divine power?" Fen Mu felt the aura of the Nightmare King Lamia at close range once, and it was a little different from the one who hadn't shown up yet.

The purple air that floated out from the abyss-like crack gradually condensed and took shape. The first thing that appeared was the head covered by the broken iron surface. The long purple hair spread out in the suction of the crack, dancing like a demon, and the body slowly appeared. The purple armor attached to it Only the necessary parts are covered, the sexy navel is sandwiched between the shallow abdominal muscles, and the dagger that pierced the wound is reassembled after being crushed, turning into a pair of daggers that are broken in shape and lingering in spirit.

But the body's condensing body has stagnated, and it's stuck in the place that is about to reach the pelvis!

"This invited thing is quite special. It is a god imagined by the masked man himself, not a real god. You can let the crack absorb your blood, and then perfect your imagination of that god, and use her as a training partner." Anna Star lost interest for a moment, it turned out to be such a boring thing.

And Fenmu is excited, the upper body has been pinched, what is missing is the lower body waiting for him to use his imagination to complete? !

This stripper is a good guy!

Chapter 62

If you want to pass on your own thoughts to the gods, the gods must first be willing to accept the call, such as leaving behind belief totems, statues of gods, etc., but Anastha is quite autistic when she is a god.

But the most important thing is that she doesn't like being disturbed.

Just now when the masked man really yelled out some of the names she used before, Anasta thought that she left something like a totem and forgot about it, and then it was collected by others.

But after seeing what Hajesse really made, Anastha finally understood what was going on.

Probably the Infinite Snake organization had some books, which recorded a few words about her, deeds of killing gods and so on. As a result, after this Hajesse saw it, he started to think blindly and make up his mind.

But this "god" is destined to be only an empty shell, and it is also destined not to have the strength of Anastha herself, because Hajesse has never experienced the miracles left by Anastha herself, even the most basic things about her. I have never seen a portrait, so this "god" will meet people with a mask covering his face.

I just don’t know which god this skill of inviting gods came from. Hajesse’s strength is mediocre. Even if he used all his own spiritual power as a sacrifice, it would be difficult to create such a “false god” .

"Could it be that dagger?" Anasta murmured, staring at the dagger in the hand of the "false god".

Fen Mu didn't know what Anasta was muttering, all the things in his mind were "squeezing people"!

Give me a good memory, everything about Master, her strength, her beauty, her breasts, her curves, her beautiful buttocks! !

"Make me look better!"

He threw all the psionic crystals left in his private dream into the crack, and even worried that it wasn't enough, he cut his wrist and threw a few drops of blood into it.

Now in this world, apart from Anasta herself, Fen Mu is probably the one who is most familiar with Anasta. They slept together, woke up together, and were severely drilled by Master Anna afterward. All strengths, but her strength has been deeply ingrained in Fenmu's heart and is indelible!

Even because of the experience of being abused by Master Anna several times, her strength even left a shadow in Fenmu's heart.

Using one's own imagination to construct a false god requires such an imagination to be extremely comprehensive and real. Fenmu's consciousness is like a seed falling to the ground, quickly taking root and sprouting, and soon reflected on this false god.

The originally fuzzy purple hair became clear, gorgeous and smooth. Although the broken mask on the face and the ancient armor covering the body have not changed much, it can be clearly felt that the bust has grown a circle, which fits Annas better. Tower of stature.

The false god's lower body, which was originally nothingness, began to condense again, and the round, round buttocks and plump and slender legs appeared in Fenmu's imagination. After the cracks disappeared, this false god officially took shape!

"What did you just do?" Casalia stared at him dumbfounded, "That Hajesse's sacrificial ceremony was clearly unsuccessful, right? Why did you help him complete the incomplete ceremony?!"