They all call me an evil god Vol. 1 [MTL]

Ch 180

Chapter 180 

"Yes," Old Jason commanded the skeleton servants to hand over the Cerberus to the receiving personnel, "the site is located at 19 Hank Street, and the Bishop says it may be officially opened in a month."

Speaking of this, he took the opportunity to raise his voice, "But from this day onwards, the bishop will be resident in the church, and you can come at any time if you want to find a necromancer, or if you want to pray to our lord."

The Director hurried over, "Mr. Jason, this is the mission reward of twelve gold pounds, please count them."

Old Jason took the bag and counted it slowly, "Yes, that's right."

"Do we have any other tasks that you can see?" The supervisor's attitude can be called 12 points friendly.

Old Jason shook his head, "If you want to go far away, the bishop may look for us, and I have to stay in the city." The Holy City is almost open, and when it opens, I'll have to go around.

Hearing this, the cigarette in the big man's hand fell to the ground.

If the return of the Cult of the Necrons has limited impact on the vast majority of the transcendents, then the opening of the Frost Holy City is relevant to everyone.

He had a companion who had been fighting side by side for seven or eight years, and he had been poisoned by a strange beast and died in a mission battle a month ago. If she's lucky, she might still be alive in the spirit realm.

If she gets permission from the Frost Holy City, will he ever have a chance to meet her again?

As soon as this thought came to him, Dahan couldn't help but feel a sour palpitation, and he had to use all his reason to suppress his urge to immediately grab the other party's collar.

The Director took a deep breath and understood the purpose of the other party's information, "Don't worry, Mr. Jason, we will help you find a suitable assignment."

Old Jason turned, followed by two skeletons with a terrifying appearance and a slightly cute demeanor.

"Mr. Jason!" Ivan was the first to rush up, at first he was still unhappy because the other party grabbed the task, but now any A-level task is not as important as the necromancer!

"I have a psychic need, I wonder if I can entrust it to you?"

"I have a mission I'd like to invite you to join us!"

"I, I've always longed for the Necronomicis Cult, I wonder if I can treat you to a cup of coffee!"

The numerical transcendents who had been waiting in the corner of the hall rushed forward and surrounded them.

Dahan glanced at it and thought that now was not a good time, and to really make an impression on the other party, he had to visit the house alone with a gift later. Now is the time to go to the church site and see if you might be able to meet the bishop.

He walked through the hall and headed straight for Hank Street.

The new site of the Cathedral of the Dead is very conspicuous, originally it was an independent estate of an aristocracy, but the other party was questioned for corruption and bribery, and the house was repossessed by the municipality.

I thought it would be sold to a new wealthy merchant, but it turned out to be bulldozed and rebuilt, and the Cathedral of the Dead was built.

Construction workers are coming and going, and priests from the Church of the Four Gods are walking around. Some are holding construction blueprints, and some are casting spells to clear the land, which once again shows that the reconstruction of the Cult of the Necrogeny is supported by the Church of the Four Gods.

"Who are you looking for?" A fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy blocked his way.

"I'm looking for a bishop." Dahan said stumbling.

"Ah, you're in luck, the Bishop is drinking coffee in the back garden, and he's in the right mood." The young man put the book he was holding on the side of the cabinet, "Let's go, I'll take you."

As he walked, the big man looked around, "You just said that the bishop is in a good mood?"

"Yes," the young man's eyes suddenly burst into a very bright light, "the bishop received an oracle last night!" Although there is only one sentence!

"What?" Dahan doubted his ears.

"The oracle, the will of the Lord." The boy repeated.

"Well, you mean the one who answered the bishop's prayers? What did He say?
When
asked this, the young man's expression suddenly fell, "I don't know. The

dialogue between God and believers is a secret, and although God does not prohibit outreach, believers believe that this is the only way to preserve God's favor to the fullest.

Walking into the garden, the first thing the big man saw was the white-haired old man sitting in the garden reading the newspaper, and he saluted solemnly.

"Good day, Bishop!"

"Oh, what's your name, you're here to find me?" The bishop beckoned him to sit down.

The big man's heart thumped, "I, my name is Lawson · Coud, and I am a bounty hunter. "I have a younger sister, her name is Dolores, and she passed away a month ago......"

The Bishop immediately understood, "You want me to ask her if she has the privilege of being a resident of the Frost Holy City?"

"Yes, yes." Lawson took a deep breath back and forth, "If anything, I mean anything, is something I can do for her, please tell me." The

bishop waved his hand, "It is up to my lord to determine whether or not he is eligible to enter the Holy City." No one or anything else can interfere.

Lawson's heart sank, and he didn't try to argue, after all, he knew this in his heart, "I understand. The

Bishop poured another cup of coffee and pushed it in his direction, "Mr. Lawson, you are standing in the closest place to my Lord in Dagger City, don't waste this opportunity."

Lawson immediately understood, yes, if the god of the dead could know a little more about what was going on between him and Dolores, maybe she would have a better chance of survival.

"I've known Dolores for almost ten years, and our first encounter was in a winter...... At

this time,
hundreds of undead spirits gathered at the gate
of the Frost Holy City, sitting or standing. This day was destined to be the most tense since their deaths, as the list of the first to enter the Frost Holy City was about to be announced.

"It's coming—"

"Hurry up!"

"Mom, I'm so nervous."

Three faint phantoms appeared in the air in front of the city gate, which were the angelic forms of Norton, Erin, and Victor.

The three of them spread out the palm of their right hand, and there were more than a dozen round gold coins lying in them, slightly smaller than the traditional gold pound, with the emblem of the Cult of the Dead carved in the center of the front and different names and dates engraved on the back.

This is the "residence permit" designed by the undead team.

To be precise, each gold coin is an angel-level magic weapon, which contains the spiritual power of a high personality. It is the key to the Frost Holy City, and it is also the identity certificate for the residents to go out and walk.

The list of the transcendent world was announced, and it was naturally impossible to post a big-character poster on the city gate, and it was impossible for the demigods to stand at the door and read their names one by one, but to use spells to automatically find them.

The three of them didn't say anything, and the marks in their palms flew out one by one.

Two days ago, when registering the information to enter the city for review, Spencer designed a magic weapon to collect everyone's spiritual power markers, and now it just matches.

The gold coins shimmered in the sunlight like falling stars. For the long-awaited undead, this is not a magic weapon, but a verdict between life and death.

Snap—a mark landed on Doloris's palm.

Her eyes turned red, and she held it tightly and half-knelt on the ground, "Lord of the Frost Holy City, leader of creation, great god of the undead, thank you for your gift!" Out

of a hundred undead, only thirty-nine were selected in the end. For a while, some people were happy and some were sad, and the sad souls had different expressions.

"I'm not convinced!" An angelic undead stood up, "Why can these people live?" He is only at the level of the Holy Envoy, what role can this kind of person play if he stays?

"And she, a low-level tailor of the Cult of Nature God, has no combat power, is she going to open a ready-to-wear store in the Holy City?"

"Why are they allowed to enter and I can't? I'm an angelic light magician! There are no more than five people like me in the whole world!

"Yes, I'm not convinced!" Another Sage Wisdom Scholar, who was originally dejected, stood up, "What this world needs to stay most is knowledge, and I should be more valuable than others!"

"You want to do it?" Norton didn't respond to their words.

There was a moment of hesitation on the face of the angel step, this is the Frost Holy City, and it is rumored that the gods will come here in person. And there are now three undead high-level on the opposite side, and he has no chance of winning alone.

"What do you say?" He turned his head and swept his gaze over the faces of the eliminators, "Are you willing?" I finally came here, and because of the denial of these priests, I was going to die completely!

Many undead began to move, not that they were stupid, nor that they didn't respect the Cult of the Undead, but that they were going to die anyway, so why not fight before they died.

"You're not right," Dolores furrowed, "we're long dead, and they didn't deprive us of our chance to live." You can't hold a grudge against God because you didn't receive a gift.

The angel level snorted coldly, and was extremely disdainful of this kind of low-level transcendent who "doesn't have a backache when standing and talking", "We definitely don't disrespect the god of the undead, but the priest and the god are separated. There

is nothing wrong with fighting for your own survival!"

"Yes, that's right," the Eliminator stood up.

"Okay," Norton's face didn't change, "as long as you defeat me, you can enter the city."

Hearing this, all the rebellious undead exchanged a look with each other, is there really such a good thing in the world? Even if this one is a demigod, there is always a chance for all their undead to join forces to resist, right?

But the other party promised you to be so happy, is it a fraud?

Erin and Victor both raised their heights and landed on the wall, barely saying "We will not interfere in your battle".

"That's what you said!" Angel Steps snorted coldly and began to secretly accumulate strength.

"The others stand out and stay away, don't get hurt by mistake." Norton waved his hand.

The undead who had obtained the mark of passage crowded under the gates of the holy city, but no one rushed into the city. Not to see the excitement, but to show support for the Cult.

"Bright Thunder!" The Angel Ladder condensed a mass of strength and attacked Norton.

Norton didn't dodge, standing still, even with a gentle and polite smile on his face.

Bright Thunder is the nirvana of high-level magicians of the Light system, which uses high-purity light magic to condense into a power similar to thunder, which is more lethal than pure natural thunder and lightning.

The dazzling white snake swam in the air, and its furious momentum swept in all directions. Everywhere the lightning went, the air seemed to be torn apart, making a crackling sound.

"Curse - Stop!"

"Holy Light Frozen!"

The other rebels pounced on them one after another.

Dolores had a look of concern on her face.

With such a high-intensity and dense attack, even a demigod can't easily carry it, right? Even if this victory is overcome, will the undead follow suit in the future?

Thinking that they are going to die anyway, why don't they resist?

Just thinking about it, time was suddenly stretched out at this moment. The attack that used to be lightning fast now slowly changes like slow motion, and even low-level transcendents can easily catch it.

As the arcs burst and all kinds of spiritual forces mixed, some invisible power descended. There was no great momentum, no clear moves, and it fell silently on the rebels.

More than a dozen undead spirits who were casting spells in mid-air or running on the ground suddenly turned into powder and scattered in the air.

The huge battle was instantly extinguished.

The undead fell silent and dazed, and it wasn't until Erin and Victor landed again that their sanity slowly returned.

"The little protection my daughter gave me, I hope it didn't scare everyone." Norton slowly brushed the ash off his shoulders and smiled down at the group.

Erin rolled her eyes inwardly.

Norton, this guy is so sullen! Don't think she doesn't know, he's just waiting for this!

Alana was not worried that Norton was out on a mission, leaving them all with divine protection. That's why Norton deliberately said what he just said, killing chickens and making an example of monkeys.

Look at this tsundere's little eyes, this little chest that stands up, it's amazing to have a daughter to protect you?