"Have you found out! What on earth is a divine pattern master!?"
"Mr. Prime Minister has been found out!"
The capital building of the Free State was guarded by the military at all levels. Under the top security protection of Blue Star, a group of ancient scholars hurriedly arrived.
"Mr. Prime Minister, according to our observation, as long as you use blood to carve powerful things on yourself, such as beasts, gods, artifacts, etc., you can awaken them after acquiring the evil spirit!"
"Then quickly draw it for me!"
Cursing, the Prime Minister of the Free State took off his suit and shirt, revealing his slightly fat body, and casually took out a portrait of a god.
"Engrave this god on my body!"
"This god...Mercury, the God of Wealth? Mr. Prime Minister, now is not the time to be greedy for wealth. Now you should give priority to depicting gods with strong fighting capabilities..."
"Idiot! Do you think Mercury, the God of Wealth, is only in charge of business? Mercury is a god who can make people all over the world surrender before him in just one thought!"
Surrender to wealth that can impact the world?
The ancient scholars complained inwardly, but obeyed on the surface, and soon found a street tattoo artist.
Facing the powerful Prime Minister of the Free State, the street tattoo artist said carefully: "Mr. Prime Minister, Mercury is indeed a god who can make wealth in the sky. He controls the economic lifeline of the world and can make people all over the world surrender to him at will. But he has a quirk. I wonder if Mr. Prime Minister knows about it..."
"Quirk? What quirk?"
"Mercury, the God of Wealth, likes to drink. In order to be able to taste the wine for a long time, he also has taste buds in his intestines and stomach..."
"It doesn't matter, hurry up and get the tattoo!" The Prime Minister of the Free State waved his hand impatiently. There was something strange all around him. He just wanted to finish the divine tattoo quickly.
If your intestines have taste buds, then you have taste buds, it doesn’t matter.
"Okay, Mr. Prime Minister."
The street tattooist was quickly ready and focused on his work.
During this period, the Prime Minister of the Free State kept urging.
"Hurry up! You procrastinator!"
"Don't wait until the divine pattern is completed, and I will be killed by Weird!"
"Hurry! Be smart!"
Under constant urging, the street tattoo artist could only finish the work in a hurry, without having time to describe many details.
"Army! Hurry! Get me some spooks! I want the weakest ones that I can kill with a knife!"
The two starved to death were kidnapped and brought to the Prime Minister of the Free State.
The Prime Minister of the Free State raised his knife and killed him easily. For the first time, he felt the magical feeling of strange energy entering his body.
"Hahaha! So this is a trick!"
"Huh? Why haven't you awakened yet?"
"Mr. Prime Minister, the Chief of General Staff of the Great Xia Kingdom once said that the more powerful the divine pattern, the more cunning energy is needed..."
"Hahaha! Of course the Mercury God of Wealth I chose is awesome! The army will continue to catch me this kind of starvation trick!"
Soon, after paying dozens of casualties to the Free State soldiers, a dozen starved to death were brought to the Prime Minister of the Free State.
After absorbing these strange auras, the Prime Minister of the Free State suddenly yelled loudly, his expression was excited, and the color of Mercury on his body turned black.
"Awakening! Hahaha! Are you finally awakening?"
The surrounding officials also began to celebrate excitedly.
It turns out that becoming a divine pattern master is so easy!
Just get a few random god tattoos.
"Hahaha, I feel like we have found a way. I don't feel like we need the support of Daxia Divine Pattern Masters anymore."
"Hmph! If this method is extended to the armies of all states, why do we need to be threatened by Daxia again? Our Free Country can still become the global hegemon!"
"Perhaps we can complete the promotion of state armies before Christmas and complete this epic reform!"
As officials celebrated excitedly.
The Prime Minister of the Free State, who was originally looking excited, suddenly looked like pig liver.
"vomit!!!"
The Prime Minister of the Free State felt his stomach churn, and a stench kept reverberating in his chest, with a sticky feeling.
He held onto the table and began to retching.
The sudden change frightened the officials, and they rushed forward one after another.
"vomit!!!"
But the Prime Minister of the Free State just retched.
The violent vomiting seemed to spit out the bile.
"What's going on! You damn gangster poisoned Mr. Prime Minister?"
An officer viciously grabs a street tattoo artist.
The street tattoo artist suddenly understood and said with a complicated face: "God, I really sympathize with Mr. Prime Minister. I may know why Mr. Prime Minister keeps retching..."
"Why!?"
"Because as I said just now, Mercury, the God of Wealth, loves fine wine, so he also has a large number of taste buds in his intestines and stomach so that he can feel the delicious taste from the entrance of the fine wine until it flows into the stomach."
"But Mercury is a god, and Mr. Prime Minister is a human being. If people have taste buds in their intestines and stomach, then the first moment of taste should be the smell of food residue in the stomach, and then... Feces in the large intestine..."
The officials froze on the spot and turned their heads as fast as lightning.
Mr. Prime Minister was holding on to the table and retching with pain on his face...
Did he taste his own feces...
"Ah!" The Prime Minister of the Free State vomited to the point of despair. He shouted while vomiting: "Quick...vomit! Help me...vomit..."
"Help me shave off that damn Mercury!"
Taking his last breath and feeling the fresh smell of stool coming from his stomach, the Prime Minister of the Free State looked up to the sky and screamed, tears streaming down his face.
"Take that damn Mercury..."
"Scrape it off my back, I don't want it anymore!!!"
Suddenly the capital building was in chaos.
On that day, not only the officials of the Free State, but also the ordinary soldiers of the surrounding armies knew that they could not carve divine patterns casually.
"Otherwise, you risk tasting your own fresh, unbaked poop."
...
Jiangcheng City.
City Garden.
Several hungry ghosts are chasing the female high school student.
The female high school students lost all their beauty and ran wildly with their thighs wrapped in white socks. The ponytails they had just braided in the morning spread out in the wind, and everyone looked panicked.
"It's all your fault, Yuqing!"
"That's right! If you didn't insist on coming out, we would still be hiding in the equipment room!"
Several high school girls cursed the blond girl who was running at the front.
Her blond hair, as bright as the midday sun, fluttered in the wind, and between her hair was a snow-white face with skin as thick as gel.
Li Xueqing gritted her teeth and rushed forward.
They have been hiding in the equipment room these days.
Fortunately, there were many schoolbags left by students in the equipment room, most of which contained lunch boxes, so they would not starve to death.
But food will eventually have its day.
Li Xueqing took the lead and walked out of the equipment room to look for new food.
There is also a radio in the equipment room. Li Xueqing has also heard the changes in Jiangcheng and the country these days.
So her first purpose was to find food, and her second purpose was to find the army and the legendary chief of national staff.
