People Are in the Kingdom of God, and They Have Just Taken Place in the Adult Room Chapter 389

"This is a treasure even more precious than extraordinary characteristics!"

"It is the key to the demigods and the source of Wycliffe's power to rule the Western Continent. You deserve it more than Wycliffe!"

That high-ranking trait fell into the mouths of mad believers under the watchful eyes of countless five-ring superhumans, greedy and eager to try.

"Hahaha…"

Mr. Clown seemed to see the most ridiculous scene in the world, and laughed exaggeratedly, even bending over.

After a long time, he straightened up, waved his hand casually, and the remaining five extraordinary characteristics scattered away and fell to the crowd.

"I, the great clown king, will eventually be promoted to **** in Zul Bahazaar, when the full moon hides in shame, and the sun rises in praise!"

"My people, witness my coronation together!"

"If I fail, the high-ranking trait in my body is the great clown king, the best gift I can give you! Hahaha..."

Mr. Clown laughed.

"Law-law-"

The zombie horse pulling the float suddenly raised its front hooves, stepped on the air, flew out of the crowd, and ran towards Zul Bahazaar.

Only the lingering voice of the clown king still reverberates in the city square and in the greedy hearts of everyone!

"Boom!"

The mad believer who took the high-ranking characteristics suddenly swelled up, turned into a soft swollen, indestructible monster, and trampled towards the surrounding crowd.

When the extraordinary people around saw this scene, their eyes suddenly pierced with blood, it was the blood of greed, and it was so green!

The float that drove out of the city gradually stripped away the twist of the tyrant and reverted to a luxurious four-wheeled carriage.

Mr. Clown stopped smiling.

He was still lying on the roof of the car, with his hands behind his head, and his eyes were as calm as water.

The old wizard Heyman silently drove the carriage.

Although he knew that the carriage didn't need him to drive, he still took the reins seriously and carefully observed the road conditions.

Only in this way can he barely suppress the tremor in his heart.

He knew that clowns were not easy.

I also guessed that this absurd journey was an extraordinary ritual of the clown.

But he did not expect that this extraordinary ceremony would be so terrifying.

A demigod, kill if you say it!

That silent obliteration is the most shocking and terrifying.

This means absolute domination!

What is the realm of being able to absolutely dominate the existence of a demigod?

Forgive the old wizard Heyman's ignorance, he really doesn't know.

In his boring and boring life when he met Mr. Clown, the five-ringed superhuman was enough to make him look up.

As for the demigods?

Unthinkable, unpredictable.

And now, the existence he has been following is more terrifying than a demigod.

He even declared that he would be crowned as a **** in the city of Zul Bahasar, the lair of Mordiggian, the **** of the corpse? ! !

This... how arrogant and unruly this is! !

He couldn't imagine this day.

"Hey, old gentleman, what's the high-ranking feature?"

Darcy stuck her head out of the carriage, stretched out her hand and poked the old wizard Heyman in the back, and asked in a low voice.

As ignorant as she was, she also noticed that something was wrong today, and didn't even dare to disturb Mr. Clown, so she could only ask the old wizard Heyman.

Hall of Abbe Dawn, Harrington Capital

Under the confession fresco, I don't know if it's the deity, or the Dawn Pope in the mirror projection, reading a report from the magical continent Zosik.

"...killed the demigod Wycliffe...proclaimed his coronation as a god...in Zul Bahaazar..."

As he chanted these key words, the fire of spirituality kept flashing.

"Such absurd acts, except for extraordinary rituals, have no explanation. They are not carried out in the territory of the old gods, but choose Zosik... Is this a wandering extraordinary person?"

"No, it's not easy for a wandering superhuman to kill a demigod."

"In this way, this should be a restless angel shepherd dog under the throne of an old god... Well, only a shepherd dog cultivated by the old **** can be so cautious."

Pope Dawn muttered.

Yes, Mr. Clown, who was seen as extremely arrogant by the people of Zosik, was clearly extremely cautious in his eyes.

He neither provokes the rule of the church of ghouls;

Nor did they slaughter too many lambs.

All the wealth that was robbed, even with extraordinary characteristics, will eventually be returned to Zosik.

Even including Wycliffe's high profile.

This shows that he is very restrained and always steps outside the red line of the Ghoul Church.

"However, why did he choose to complete the final sublimation of the ceremony in Mordiggian?"

"Does this require the gaze of the gods, or even the old gods?"

"Yes, only the anchoring of the gods can be worthy of high-level characteristics. After all, this farce is just a warm-up."

"It seems that this is to use Mordiggian, who "only asks for the power of the dead", to deter malicious voyeurs!"

As his thoughts flickered, Pope Dawn almost analyzed the logic and causality of the clown's behavior.

"Although Mordiggian only asks for the power of the dead, he is also very happy to turn the living into the dead. It is not easy to appease him!"

Thinking of this, Pope Dawn waved in the air, and countless files flickered out of the mirror image in the hall, and unfolded in unison.

This is impressively the statistics of the population changes of each city in Harrington over the years.

To appease Mordiggian, the **** of the corpse, the only way is to sacrifice a large number of corpses!

This number is too large to hide.

"...It doesn't look like my main shepherd!"

Pope Dawn read through Harrington's population growth file in the past century at a glance, and did not notice anything unusual.

"Wait... Could it be the green-skinned orc created by Arthurs?"

He had already seen the reproductive ability of those green-skinned orcs in the mirror image, and he could definitely produce a large number of corpses in a short period of time.

Thinking of this, Pope Dawn fell into contemplation.

After a long time, he let out a sigh of relief, and Void summoned a letter, wrote down a letter, and sent it out immediately.

—Whether the other party is my master shepherd or not, send a demigod to observe, UU reading www.uukanshu.com will never be wrong.

Since the fall of the God of Mechanical Undead, Patriarch Byron was transferred from Sibastian to the new pasture—the former territory of the God of Mechanical Undead.

As for Sibastian, which is adjacent to the Slaanesh Order, it has changed from the most dangerous frontline to a second-tier city.

This is because, compared to Sebastian, who has been occupied by the Church of Dawn for many years, the land of the Divine Kingdom of Mechanical Undead, which can be called the Borderlands, is the best object of competition.

After half a year of competition and compromise, the territory of the original mechanical undead kingdom has been divided into three.

Dawn and Slaanesh each have one, and the other has become an enclave of gods.

At this time, Bishop Byron was shepherding in a small town called Ansair.

The city is not a city adjacent to the front.

Obviously, as a new demigod, Mushou Xibastian is more than enough for a city that has been in business for many years, and Mushou's newly won grassland is still a little immature.

However, this was not a bad thing for him.

For him, completing the demigod extraordinary ritual is the most important task at present.

As for the merits in exchange for high-level features?

That's for later.

On this day, he was looking up the documents of the migrants in the office when a bronze gate of **** suddenly opened behind him.

A hateful wraith handed a letter.

He frowned slightly, and reached out to take it. After checking that the varnish seal was intact, he took it apart according to the correct method.

The content of the letter, as always, is concise and clear.

- Please leave immediately and go to Zosik Mordiggian. When the moon is full, there will be angels performing extraordinary rituals here, keep silent, observe carefully, and allow to wait for the opportunity.

Chapter end

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