After all, what the 'righteous gods' want is to continuously harvest the faith of living beings, rather than draining away the fish like the evil gods.

For Carl.

What he wanted was to kill the gods' followers in order to obtain the essence. It would be safer and easier to succeed if he formed an alliance with the followers of the righteous gods.

Meivia...

No one knows what this woman wants, but she seems to be also very interested in killing the evil god's followers.

Since we are going to join forces to fight the enemy, of course we have to be familiar with our own strength and means.

"I have the blood of the God of Death and Sleep, and I have the innate ability to hypnotize and curse death, but it is not very effective against the followers of the evil god."

Meivia spoke first: "In addition, I got a fourth-level glove from the Divine Realm a few years ago, which can easily cut through any existence below the third level."

As he spoke, he raised his hands. His smooth, well-shaped hands shone with a fleshy luster. If you didn't look closely, it would be hard to tell that he was wearing a pair of gloves.

Fourth level?

Several people looked serious, and Karl raised his eyebrows slightly.

He had seen Meivia in action. With just a flick of his five fingers, a follower of a lower-level god was torn apart from his flesh and bones, leaving him powerless to resist.

The gloves are real! But Meivia has more than just one pair of gloves.

Trapped in the City of Death for hundreds of years, with it difficult to improve her cultivation level, she would most likely practice martial arts and secret techniques.

Sacred skill?

Magical skills?

At least her flying skills are very powerful.

"I am a native of this world, and I followed the path of a knight. I was recognized by the God of Slaughter by chance and became his follower." Carl said, "My methods are mainly physical combat. I have reached the middle stage of the second stage and have practiced several sacred skills."

Hmm? Mei blinked in surprise.

In her impression, Karl had a ferocious aura, not like a mid-second stage, but rather like a high-ranking follower of the late second stage or even the third stage.

However, it is understandable when you think about the fact that the god the other party worships is the god of killing.

The followers of these gods often have strength that exceeds that of their peers.

Meivia shook her head secretly.

She didn’t know how many tricks Karl had, but the fact that he had the third-level abyss bloodline was undeniable.

"I am Night Owl."

Night Owl said, "A mid-level follower of the God of Death. He has a second-level Death Scythe, a Book of Wronged Souls, and nothing else."

"Mei." Mei Zhiqu said, "A mid-level follower of the God of Light. He was granted the cultivation of the early second stage by the gods. He has practiced some light-related magic arts and has a third-level scepter."

"I can restore you!"

"Hehe..." Night Owl laughed dryly, as if he was indignant that the other party had a third-level weapon: "If you don't want to kill us, don't mention recovery."

"Uh..." Mei was stunned when she heard this, and then she suddenly realized:

"I forgot."

Whether it is the God of Dead Sleep or the God of Death, they both have a natural aversion to light. Her recovery magic is poison to Meivia and Night Owl.

As for Carl...

His body can be transformed into a giant squid of the abyss, and he also has the second-level water of life. His recovery ability is already exaggerated enough, and it is difficult to stack it unless it is a third-level divine spell.

"That's it!"

Meivia stood up and said, "I'll let you know when the action is about to begin."

"Um..." Mei slowly raised her right hand and asked tentatively:

"Your Highness, can I go and spread the faith now?"

Night Owl's eyes lit up and he also looked up, obviously impatient.

"It's up to you." Meivia waved his hand:

"As long as there's no fighting."

"Don't worry." Mei nodded heavily: "The teachings of the God of Light encourage people to be good. I will teach believers to look at death correctly."

Night Owl sneered.

* * * The Lord of Zecheng is named Jinge. He is a fat man with fat all over his body and runs quickly on the fourth step with his short legs.

The stone steps led to the top of the mountain, and he knelt on one knee:

“Your Highness!”

"Um."

Meivia stood under the stone pavilion with his hands behind his back, squinting at the city below with a sneer on his face:

"You are fat, but you have a kind heart."

"If I don't contact you, do you really agree to convert to the Water God of another world?"

"I dare not!" Jin Ge was sweating profusely. "I just think it's not a good idea for the rain to continue. We have to find a way out for the people in the city."

"Ever since I conveyed my belief in the God of Water, it has not rained near Zecheng for several days."

"Humph." Meivia snorted coldly:

"Will you come today?"

"Yes." Jin Ge nodded hurriedly:

"He said he would come today, so he will definitely come today."

"Okay." Meivia said, "You wait at the foot of the mountain. If he comes, it's fine. If he doesn't, you don't have to go back."

Jinge's face turned pale and he said goodbye timidly.

"Your Highness."

Watching King's back as he walked down the mountain, Night Owl frowned and asked:

"Can he be trusted?"

"The gods' followers have the means to torture people's minds. It is not easy to hide their true thoughts."

"Don't worry." Meivia said, "He is my blood knight."

The night owl understood.

It is impossible for a Blood Knight to betray his creator, and even the slightest rebellious intention would be known to Mevia.

"Wait!"

Carl closed his eyes and let the cold wind and drizzle hit him.

…………

“Here it comes!”

I don’t know how long it took.

Meivia suddenly spoke, and Carl opened his eyes, but Night Owl and Mei were a beat slower to react.

In the rain in the distance, I saw a crystal clear water dragon rushing towards me with strong wind and heavy rain.

Look closely.

Two figures stood on the huge head of the water dragon.

"One high-ranking dependent and one middle-ranking dependent, which is pretty much what we thought." Meivia narrowed his eyes and said:

"I'll hold Hongqiu back, and the three of you will deal with the other middle-rank followers, and then we can join forces."

"Okay!" Night Owl responded, and turned into a wisp of black smoke and rushed upwards, cutting the water dragon from a distance with the Grim Reaper's scythe.

At the same time, a book appeared behind his head, with pages turning, vaguely locking onto the figure on the water dragon.

"Death's followers?"

Hongqiu was stunned when he saw this, and then his face showed disdain:

"A middle-ranking follower didn't stay in a corner and spread the faith, but came here to die!"

“Swish!”

Before he finished speaking, his vision suddenly blurred and a crystal clear palm appeared in his perception.

Those slender and slim fingers are like the most perfect works of art, making people subconsciously immersed in them.

wrong!

After all, Hongqiu is a high-ranking relative.

Moreover, he was a third-rank superior dependent, who instantly sensed something was wrong and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Bang!"

A water ball suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of the palm.

The water ball is not big, but each water droplet inside it weighs more than a thousand pounds. If it explodes, it can even smash a mountain.

This kind of effortless and precise operation can obviously only be done by a third-level strongman.

There was a loud bang.

Meivia had to dodge and fly back.

But in a flash he pounced on him again. The seemingly light movements of his hands forced Hongqiu to deal with him with all his strength.

Before I knew it, I was separated from my companions.

"Great God of Light, please grant me the blazing sun, which will turn into arrows of light to punish the guilty."

Mei chanted softly, and magical arrows of light appeared around her and shot towards the figure above the faucet.

“Ding ding dong dong…”

There was a rapid collision sound.

The soft body of the water dragon suddenly circled, and its skin instantly turned into gold and iron, blocking all the light arrows.

"dragon?"

Mei was stunned for a moment, then her face suddenly became clear:

"It's the bloodline of a dragon, not a water dragon created by magic."

"I'll do it."

Carl appeared above the water dragon, the fighting spirit in his body roared out, and a phantom of a Buddha emerged out of thin air.

Ten Thousand Buddhas’ Hands—Dragon Subduing Seal!

(End of this chapter)