The World of Evil God game

The God of Stories fell into fantasy time. Unfortunately, before the value of fantasy was written down, it belonged to the God of Fiction, so after a brief period of fantasy, the God of Stories fell into a little irritability.

After all, as the god of stories, his imagination should be the richest among the gods. Perhaps only narration and coloring can compete with him. The former relies on the number of manuscripts, while the latter relies on abstraction that he cannot Pictures of understanding.

But now, as long as he starts to fantasize, the value of fantasy will be taken away by the god of fiction, which makes him very unhappy.

The various expressions on the Big Bad Wolf's face all fell into the eyes of an audience not far away.

Brother Gou was eating barbecue, blinking his dog eyes, watching the werewolf at the table next to him showing all kinds of perverted evil smiles, he couldn't help but shudder, and immediately looked away, while drinking with a black dwarf next to him. Friends complained:

"This Kingdom of Steam now has everyone, including perverted werewolves. Isn't the leader of our church a vampire? The perverted imagination should be quite rich, right? Does the god of fiction also want this kind of fictional value? !”

Brother Gou was previously invited by the Roaring Church to film a film, and since he was not very interested in playing cards (because he did not want to earn money and draw cards), he did not participate in the duel competition. But he has no work tonight. Regarding this film, Brother Gou just said that it seems that it will be released next week.

In terms of speed, it is not unpleasant, it can even be said to be outrageous. Which normal good movie doesn't take a year or two to make? Of course, this is normal. After all, this is a promotional shoot jointly carried out by several gods, so the shooting cycle is so short.

This is a world with divine power.

The dog brother and the black dwarf were bragging on the side, while the big bad wolf moved his ears and found that the guys at the table next to him seemed to be talking about him. But he didn't really care.

Humph, I am a writer in the upper class, a noble wolf, and you are just a dog and a black charcoal bag. Look at the people sitting at your table, garbage men, workers, doctors, Trolls, black dwarves, kobolds, robots, you ordinary and ordinary low-level characters, just talk about me, talk about me to your heart's content, and express your dissatisfaction with a high-class god like me!

I just like to see your jealous expressions on my face

"Hey, that werewolf. Why is he starting to laugh weirdly when he's sitting there? There's just a glass of water in front of him, nothing else."

"It's so pitiful. I'm afraid he has some mental problems. Maybe he's in debt."

The people at Brother Gou's table began to whisper again, and at this moment, a robot at Brother Gou's table raised his hand. He opened a shopping interface in the void, which was the purchasing channel within the fictional church, and then the robot I kindly ordered two drinks.

"Let's have a cup of oil coffee. By the way, I'll also order a drink for Mr. Werewolf opposite. Let him stop showing that perverted smile and have a drink to refresh himself."

The robot had good intentions, but when the God of Stories woke up from his fantasy time and looked at the sudden extra cup of motor oil coffee in front of him, his expression became as confused as Tom's.

"Ah, thank you for your kindness, but I'm not."

"Try it, Mr. Big Bad Wolf." The robot strongly recommended and started to drink.

The God of Stories frowned. Although as a god, it’s no big deal to drink some engine oil and you won’t get upset anyway, but is this stuff really delicious?

Under the coaxing from Brother Dog, the God of Story could only take a small sip, but immediately, his frown suddenly relaxed!

To be honest, it actually tastes pretty good!

This machine oil coffee feels so soft and delicious in the mouth!

Have to taste it carefully!

The God of Stories took a sip and then took several more sips. The more he drank, the more endless the aftertaste he felt. After thanking the robot, he opened the internal shopping page of the fictional church and ordered a large can of oil coffee. , then stood up from the corner and took the initiative to sit at Brother Gou's table.

So Brother Gou and the others also chatted with the God of Stories:

"There are no werewolves in our Kingdom of Steam. Which world are you from? Tell us about your world?"

The God of Stories was a little surprised: "There are several large urban agglomerations in this world, but among so many urban agglomerations, there are no werewolves?"

The black dwarf sipped his beer: "Werewolves are quite solitary in character. Our world has too many people and is highly socialized, right? Wait a minute, so you are not."

The God of Stories smiled: "If you look at my dress, such a noble dress, you will know that I am not a loner in the dark place. They are just a race transformed by a curse, and I was born a werewolf. Looks like this, but I’m not a born orc, what should I say?”

"Oh! I know!" The troll drinking buddy next to him raised his finger: "You are a sudden mutant like Miss Malt! Because you are not gregarious, you were kicked out by your clan, right?"

God of Stories: "Yeah, that's it!"

Brother Dog: "Oh! So do you have a revenge plan?"

God of Stories: "What, what revenge.?"

Brother Gou's expression suddenly became very gossipy: "I mean, where are you going? What is your next ideal? You were kicked out of the tribe. Didn't you think about going back to pull their tails and beat them? "The wolf king of your tribe must have humiliated you, right? I will order you a drink and an egg yolk pie. Can I listen to your revenge plan?"

The eyes of the God of Stories flickered. When the wolf's eyes became sinister, it meant that he didn't really want to eat egg yolk pie at this time.

"Okay, since you really want to hear it."

The God of Story certainly has no revenge plans.

But his authority is a story, and he can make one up right now.

And his storybook does include a pack of werewolves.

Although this is a fictional church, the God of Stories still wants to see if he can exploit some loopholes here. He thinks that the God of Fiction is busy playing a program right now and may not know that he is here.

Therefore, by spreading stories in his church, he will definitely drag the people in front of him into the nightmare of absurd stories.

This is not because he is actively looking for trouble, but because these people have been pestering him.

"So, a long time ago"

However, just when the God of Stories started with the classic "Once upon a time", his words suddenly stopped.

He stared at those wolf eyes!

The power of the God of Stories is triggered from the moment of telling a story, and will gradually attract the other person. But at this time, he saw a different glow from the people at this table!

Brother Gou has layers of halos of death on his body, which is the power of the God of Death. The black dwarf has a blood-red halo, which belongs to the power of the God of Sacrifice, while the troll has a layer of faint colored flames, which belongs to the power of the chanting poet, and the doctor has the red color of the God of War. White light, while the remaining workers and robots were enveloped in the gray-silver divine light of the Iron God.

A table full of saints and great believers? !

"Well, I'd like to take the liberty to ask, what is your attitude towards the gods you believe in?"

The God of Stories feels something is wrong. Are these people here to fish?

"The gods you believe in?" Brother Gou was the first to fall into thinking. If we talk about the gods he believes in, there is no doubt that Brother Gou believes that he believes in fictional gods, but Brother Death is also very good at playing. how to say

"Probably someone we can hang out with, right? Occasionally we can get him gold coins."

The God of Story suddenly broke into a cold sweat!

You and the God of Death are still playing together. You are not buddies. How about you blow up my brother’s gold coins? Are you a saint? You are not a god who created a god, right?

The black dwarf drank heavily and spit out a breath of wine: "What god do you believe in? I used to believe in the primitive god, but the primitive god has a really bad temper. His authority is primitive, which represents the 'undeveloped, original' State, ancient' and other meanings, and our development requires mining. Later, the conflict between us and God was irreconcilable, and he did not allow us to mine, and then we collectively converted to faith."

"Now we believe in the Iron God. Because he brings the power of making."

The God of Stories had a very strange look on his face.

Believe in the Iron God? But the halo on your body clearly belongs to the God of Sacrifice

"It's really a headache to meet such a god. I heard that some dwarves are derivatives of the original god, right? You can be considered a demi-god race?" The troll touched his fangs: "As for me God I believe in, I believe in chanting poets! Despite my appearance, I am actually considered a high intellectual among my tribe!"

"I also submitted poems to Narrative Church, and last time it was selected as an outstanding work!"

"This means you can't just look at people by their appearance, ahem! Let me recite a paragraph to you live. 'It is nearing maturity, and the vines have begun to die, so that the potatoes can be dug. They are the treasures of the ground, rough on the outside and warm on the inside. Cute. Crawling forward quietly, never stopping, the strength comes from the hands that planted it in the soil, and the eyes that are eager to celebrate it, far away from war, hunger, and suffering in childhood."

The troll seemed to be interested, and he even stood up. This poem made the God of Stories puzzled at first, but when he heard the last few sentences, the God of Stories couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

If you want to say it doesn't sound good, you can't say it that way, but there is still something in the last few sentences.

So are you a saint of the God of Poets? Well, if a highly educated person like you appears among the trolls who are not good at talking, then they are indeed qualified to become saints - how new this thing is! Maybe that’s what the God of Poets thinks!

Just when several people were improving their understanding of each other, the first program started to play.

The cat and mouse came to an end, and everyone's mood became happy.

However, the new character who appeared on TV was the Lich King, who was full of holy light?

"Hey, isn't this a character from "Thrones of the Worlds"!"

Someone in the church was confused, thinking that this show was a cosplay character, but unexpectedly the guy dressed like the Lich King said:

"Hello everyone, I am Pale Scourge. Many people may not know me. I am one of the gods of the undead. I dress like this so that everyone can understand me more easily and at the same time, don't be afraid. In fact, I am not scary at all."

“I’m honored to be invited by the fictional church to present my own program, so without further ado, let’s get into today’s exciting moments!”

Then the camera zoomed out, and everyone saw that the pale god was holding a frost shovel?

"Today we are going to dig some ancient tombs and see what good things we can find!"

PS: There will be more in a while