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

Ch 196

Chapter 196 

Boom- The sound of a porcelain plate breaking suddenly came from upstairs.

Harrigan jerked his hand at hand, "Pell?"

Alana raised her hand to signal him to calm down, "She's fine, there's really no other people or creatures in the room."

"So, what about this?" Harrigan panicked and wanted to go upstairs.

"She's going downstairs, she's not quite right, don't move." Bu Bai jumped on his shoulder and patted him on the head.

Harrigan stopped abruptly.

Pell came down from the second floor, without looking or calling Harrigan's name, and went straight to the kitchen, picked up a sharp fruit knife, and pushed the door open.

"Pell!" Harrigan was taken aback.

She looked like she had fallen into an evil spirit, her expression was dull, her eyes were blank, and the sharp knife in her hand was outward. Hearing her father's voice, she turned her head sluggishly and tilted her head, as if with some difficulty it took her time to recognize him.

"Father, He is calling me."

"Teresa?" Harrigan chuckled inwardly.

Alana and Liam looked at each other, "Oh no."

"How?" Belinda asked softly.

"Get out and know," Alana led them out.

Harrigan tried to stop Pell, but she seemed so insistent on going somewhere, and she almost got hurt back and forth.

"Oh my God," Erin gasped.

On the streets, the spirits of the dead push the door out of every house. They seem to have received the "call of the Lord" at the same time, and they gathered into a current with weapons in hand and grim faces.

The reactions of the ordinary people around them varied, some of them were also Christians, and although they did not have such a strong urge to gather, they still joined the queue of the undead. Some were frightened by this picture of "gathering crowds to fight" and hurriedly hid at home.

The 100,000 undead and their relatives who shared the same faith, a large group of them, all of them flashed with strange energy fluctuations, and even the transcendents who dispatched the whole city could not stop them.

"Teresa did it, maybe she saw us coming to Harrigan, thinking that it was only a matter of time before the core of the formation was exposed, so she simply didn't do it."

"And that's not all," said Liam, grimacing.

Alana was startled, and a bad guess popped up in her heart, "Kingdom of God?

"Yes, something has happened to the kingdom of God." Liam clenched his hands into fists, "I felt a huge blast of energy. Alanna's

mind turned a thousand times, and her wisdom awakened? Launched an attack on the four gods? How could it be so coincidental that it happened to be when Teresa was attacking on earth?

"I'm afraid I'll have to ......"

"I understand," the current strength of the god of wisdom may not be suppressed by the combination of night and nature, of course Liam has to go over and help, "Go, pay attention to safety."

Liam's eyebrows moved slightly, he hadn't heard this sentence for a long time.

Alana thought he wasn't at ease with herself, "You know, there's nothing on earth that poses a real threat to me right now. My dilemma was just how to get the pieces back at as little cost as possible.

She stepped forward and gently hugged His shoulder, "It's you, don't fall asleep again."

"No," Liam gently wrapped his arms around her waist, "I promise."

Alana let go of Him and took two steps back to open the spiritual portal. Liam's consciousness was to be detached for a while, to keep the safest place for his god to descend to the Holy City except for the Frost Holy City.

"Let's go, let's follow the tide of the undead."

"I, I'll go too," Harrigan thought about trapping Pell in his home and guarding her alone. But once the undead circle is lifted, Pell will dissipate wherever he goes.

What's more, he has been running away for too long, and it's time to face up to the mistakes he has made.

Alana didn't persuade, and turned into a shadow and followed the flow of people. Belinda and Erin received her command and followed at a short distance.

A few minutes later, she met the real Teresa on Place d'Yves in the heart of the city.

She looked to be in her thirties, with bright red hair like flames, snow-white skin, and blue eyes like the sea. At this time, he conjured into an angel form, and a pair of inky black wings waved gently.

Beautiful and has a unique temperament, it immediately reminds people of the thorny rose, but soon realize that the rose is too weak, and she is more like a phoenix fighting in the sea of swords and fire.

"Alana," Teresa smiled at her, "I said I would meet you again." It's a bit of a big move, so I'm sorry if it disturbs you.

Alana could also activate the angelic form, but it was not necessary, so she walked directly into the air step by step and looked at her, "So, what do you want to say to me?"

"It's not like a child," Teresa snorted softly, "I can recite your experience backwards." But no matter how you look at it, your mind is growing too fast.

"Lady Teresa," Alanna said, gesturing to the spirits that were gathering to the soles of their feet and beginning to bow down, "100,000 undead are at our feet, don't you want to talk to me about your childhood?"

"Of course not," Teresa retracted, "what do you think of my proposal?"

"I refuse." Alanna's voice was flat.

"Ah," Teresa had already guessed that would happen, and was not disappointed.

"Aren't you afraid that the world will know the truth? The god of the undead actually killed 100,000 undead?

Alanna tilted her head and asked in confusion, "If I'm not mistaken, most of them were killed by you."

"But if you take the Godhead shards, they will dissipate completely, doesn't that have anything to do with you?"

"If I take the fragment of Godhead and break the circle, I can save the future of this city and let countless children grow up safely. Why don't you say this? Alanna's

expression was faint: "And, don't you know? History has always been written by winners. You wonder if the future Bibles of the Dead, or even the Bibles of various religions, will have this history.

"It's a pity," Teresa muttered.

"When I saw that you destroyed the Prophecy Cult for a few children, I thought you were a soft-hearted person. Who knows, the brain is very clear.

She pointed to the ground, "Then you can do it." I placed the center of the circle deep underground, and the core was three artifacts. If you destroy it, you can break through the dome and see 100,000 undead dissipate.

"Thank you for the directions, it can save me a lot of things." Alana waved her hand, and a shadow shot into the ground like lightning.

"How dare you?" Teressa's pupils shrank, in connection with the believerAn order was given.

"No, no, Pell—don't do it!"

Alana looked down and found the undead pouring in from all sides of the city, and one by one the undead who fell to their knees took up their weapons and slammed them at their throats.

The undead weren't supposed to be killed so easily, but Teresa had rules implanted in their minds. The undead can also commit suicide like ordinary people, just like in Charlotte's dream, mental death is equivalent to real death.

The other believers who are guarding the undead will not know that the dissipation of the undead is due to the destruction of the underground magic circle, they will only think that some kind of force is forcing the undead to kill themselves.

"He can't tolerate us."

"He wants to kill us."

Pell turned his head, as if awakened from a long dream, and looked at his father, who was older than he remembered, "Father, the time has come, and Lady Teresa says she can't protect us anymore."

"No, no," Harrigan waved his hand to snatch the weapon from her hand, "don't do that, Pell!"

Pell had red eyes and couldn't stop crying, "I'm sorry, father." I thought we'd have more time and didn't think you would see this.

Harrigan ignored what she said, snatched the fruit knife with a spell, and took her into his arms, "Don't cry, Pell. It's my mistake, it's my father's mistake, I don't dare to force your ......"

The square was filled with the sound of crying, teenage children nestled in their parents' arms and crying, young men and women in love kissing goodbye, and gray-haired parents saying goodbye to their children and grandchildren.

The grief of death enveloped the city, and the vibration of the minds of the 100,000 undead caused huge energy fluctuations, like a warming barrel of dynamite that could explode with just one spark.

The Shadow probe hovered over the center of the circle, and Alana looked up at Teresa coldly, "What did you do?"

"I say goodbye to them," said Teresa innocently, "and they are about to die, and as a god to be believed, am I not obliged to be informed?"

"So, I made them dream. In my dreams, I told them that I was not a god, just a holder of a fragment of Godhead, and that I could no longer maintain the protection of the city.

"Because the god of the dead, who is truly in power, has found this place and wants to kill me and take the shards."

"Isn't that the truth what I'm saying?"

Teresa shrugged, "Do it, my dear god of the dead. Don't you care about human feelings or what the world thinks of you?

"The gun is in your hand, pull the trigger."

"You think I wouldn't dare?" Alana smiled.

Teresa had a bad feeling in her heart, and she thought that Alana would always be unbearable at this point, or at least hesitate for a while, but she didn't.

"You lied to me," Alana walked unhurriedly towards her, "you said you didn't leave Dawn to pursue the second Fragment of Godhead because you weren't interested in authority and just wanted to protect the city.

"But in fact, wisdom has long given you a way to find a different way. A way for you to fight against me even if you only have a Godhead shard. Teressa's fingers

trembled slightly, and her back stiffened.

"The fifth article of the law of the gods, faith determines power."

"You've killed a lot of people, and then you've turned them into undead, not to protect the city, but to use 'blessings' in exchange for their devout faith."

"One hundred thousand souls, plus their relatives, is conservatively estimated at four hundred thousand pure faith. If I had come a little later, the number could have gone up even further.

"You even know this law?" Teresa muttered.

The Fifth Law is so secret that none of the demigods of the Wisdom God Cult can know about it, how did Alana know about it?

If she knew, why didn't she openly develop believers?

"I only found out recently." Alana said, "However, you have not lied to me about one thing, you did fall out with Wisdom later, otherwise he would have told you something.

"What?"

Teresa subconsciously distanced herself from Alanna, and a chill ran through her heart.

The corners of Alanna's lips curled slightly, and she clapped her palm.

A small fluctuation of energy caught Teresa's attention. She looked around and saw that it was a rapidly expanding spiritual passage, emitting a faint blue light.

A little confusion rose in her mind, but before she could continue to think. The energy fluctuations increased dramatically, and in the second, third, and countless spiritual passages appeared around the square.

Dotted blue lights dot the streets, rooftops, and even the sky like festive lights.

Unknown mysteries poured over the city, spreading out in a very oppressive manner.

One after another, figures dressed in silver-gray and white divine robes stepped out of it. They came from different continents, with different hair colors and appearances, some with guns and some with swords, and their eyes flashed with a similar fiery look.

- Necromancer!

100,000 necromancers!

Only then did Alanna tell the unfinished half of the sentence, "My father is the Pope of the Dead. It's really not a good idea to fight with her for the quantity and quality of believers.