Shen Yuanxing followed Xiao Zhimiao, repeating those words like a robot. Xiao Zhimiao got tired of listening, so she turned around and kicked him again.
At the corner of the corridor, people were coming and going, and there were members of the Rose Guild everywhere.
When they saw Shen Yuanxing being kicked over by the red-haired god, they all froze on the spot, and then fell to their knees on the ground, not daring to look at Xiao Zhimiao.
Xiao Zhimiao had many injuries on her body, all caused by the fight with Sethavis and the others. Ordinary props could no longer help her body, which was completely the body of an evil god, to recover.
In the past, she relied on Adisang to find medicine for the injuries she sustained in the fight with Bazel, and later on, she relied on Xu Zhilan's shared life to help relieve the pain. Now they are no longer with her.
She took a few steps forward and her wounds hurt. She put her hands on the wall, panting slightly, and sweat broke out on her forehead.
The crimson magic power overflowed from her wounds. She rolled up her sleeves and saw that several wounds were cracked and the gauze soaked in herbs was dyed red.
"Master Evil God, don't get angry with him. If you don't like him, I will kill him for you."
The believer kneeling not far away from Xiao Zhimiao raised his head, his eyes shining with excitement.
Xiao Zhimiao turned her head and looked at him. It was the necromancer Song Xi.
Her eyes stayed on him for a moment, then she glanced around, looking at the followers of the evil god kneeling on the ground, and she clicked on the system interface. Read the book
There is no personal attribute interface or skill interface, but the faith value bar and magic value bar are still there.
According to what the system told her before, the magic value of gods has no upper limit in theory. The source of power of gods is the faith worshiped by believers. As long as the faith continues, the magic value they can obtain will not be cut off.
But even a god has a limited endurance. Xiao Zhimiao's main purpose in bringing Setavis down was to explore his depth and see how much he could endure.
Xiao Zhimiao looked at the new system interface and found that she could still use the abilities belonging to the Almighty, but now she truly had the power of a god and no longer needed to transform like before.
"Let me kill him and make him my undead puppet."
Suddenly, a voice appeared in Xiao Zhimiao's ear.
She looked towards Song Xi. He didn't speak, but she could hear his voice. She looked at Song Xi intently. Song Xi noticed her gaze and smiled at her with a certain look in his eyes. A kind of craze and thirst.
"The evil god is right in front of me, asking me to serve him and become his most powerful follower..."
Xiao Zhimiao paused and looked at the surrounding believers again. Her ears gradually became lively and filled with various sounds.
"Evil God! The Evil God has really arrived!"
"Supreme Evil God, please allow me to gain strength and let me kill my enemies with my own hands!"
"That's great, we also have gods to protect us. It doesn't matter whether it's an evil god or a villain. As long as we can live, as long as we can live..."
"Lord Evil God, give me more power so that I will never be bullied by those people again. I also want to let them taste what I felt like before!"
"Which beauty should I skin today? It's so beautiful to see them struggling and crying..."
"I just want money, more money, so that stinky woman will never look down on me again!"
"Eat him, eat them..."
"Hahahaha, kill them all, kill them all!"
Xiao Zhimiao had a splitting headache when she heard these voices. Countless voices full of evil thoughts and desires were stuffed into her mind. Countless prayers to the evil gods were either with evil intentions or with endless pain and hatred.
"It's so painful, why is it so painful..."
A girl was crying and screaming in her mind, like a sharp knife desperately drilling into her mind.
"Sesia, you have to pay a price to become an evil god. Everything has a price..."
"Shut up! Shut up, everyone!"
"
Xiao Zhimiao roared angrily, and the crimson magic power on his body suddenly exploded, knocking all the believers around him to the ground.
The voices of prayers are extremely pious. These people who pray to the evil god have succumbed to the truest desires in their hearts and provide the evil god with more faith than ordinary gods.
Those beliefs continuously entered Xiao Zhimiao's body, strengthening her strength, healing her wounds, and bewitching her like an addictive poison.
The believers all huddled together, and the spreading crimson magic pressure pressed on them, making them unable to move and afraid to release their breath.
The voice in Xiao Zhimiao's ears was quieter, but it still existed, as if someone was chatting through a door.
She looked down at Shen Yuanxing, who was kneeling at her feet. She didn't seem to hear his thoughts.
She put her hand on top of his head, "What do you want?"
No one can resist the question from the gods.
Before Shen Yuanxing could speak, Xiao Zhimiao's voice came from Shen Yuanxing's mind, "I want her to like my face."
Xiao Zhimiao thought she had heard wrong and gave him a strange look. His voice continued to ring in her mind, "I spent a lot of prayer points to get this. The president said she likes beautiful people, so Isn’t it beautiful?”
"I want... to stay with Lord Evil God at all times." Shen Yuanxing thought for a while before he thought of something to say.
He thought that such words were suitable for any superior person.
It's really interesting. From the first time I met Shen Yuanxing, he looked like a devout believer of the evil god, but now it seems that he is the least devout among this group of believers.
Xiao Zhimiao pinched his chin and asked him to look up at her. She looked at this face carefully. Without the scars all over his face, it looked really good.
An evil thought arose in her heart, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, and she said to him: "Your face is beautiful, but only when you have scars can you bring out your eyes. What I like most about you are your eyes. .”
As she said that, she scratched his face with her finger, and Shen Yuanxing felt a burning pain on his face.
"See?" she said.
Shen Yuanxing actually didn't understand. She had clearly said before that it would be fine if there were no scars on his face.
Now she wants to destroy it.
It seems like she doesn't like people catering to her.
why?
"Understood." Shen Yuan raised his hand, and a dagger appeared in his hand.
Just as he was about to slash his face with a knife, a figure walked out of the darkness, "He is the most honest, Miaomiao, don't bully him."
Shi Yunxiao walked up to Shen Yuanxing and pressed his hand down.
Xiao Zhimiao looked at him, "Brother..."
He was wearing a pure white robe with the Rose Guild's logo on it.
The clothes were clean, and so were his face and hands, but Xiao Zhimiao still keenly smelled the bloody smell on his body.
Shi Yunxiao touched her head and said, "Why don't you rest? Your injury is a bit serious. You can recover after just two days of rest."
Seeing him, Xiao Zhimiao's anxious mood gradually eased, and she took back all the crimson magic power.
As soon as the pressure on their bodies disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
