Standing behind Stia was a Bishop Reud who was completely uninjured.

He kicked Stia away and came to the corpse of another "self" who could not afford to fall: "It seems that the secret doll's technique needs to be further improved!"

What a guy! This drama is really like a mantis stalking the cicada, and the oriole is behind it!

I can't understand the twists and turns of the 2 kilograms of rice in this situation. Who is the mantis and who is the oriole?

But what is certain is... Hey, I seem to have become the arrested cicada?

Just as he was thinking this way, Bishop Royd, who was originally close to 2 kilograms of rice, suddenly coughed.

As he coughed louder and louder, with a whimper, his thumbs stretched out from his throat.

More and more of the thumbs were poking out, from thumbs to palms. Finally, two slender female palms squeezed out from his throat, shaking his mouth and pulling them away with force.

Bishop Royd's mouth was pulled bigger and bigger!

Finally, with a wow, the flesh and blood on his cheeks broke apart,

An unprecedented cruel scene appeared in the shocked gaze of 2 jin of rice. Those scenes were too cruel and triggered his own holy light shielding system.

At that moment, he only felt like his eyes were blind and he could not see anything.

I saw Stia, who was lying on the ground, stood up with trembling body.

"Ahem...the secret technique of flower limbs, my bishop, this is the secret technique you personally exchanged for me. Why don't you gain a little memory?

Unfortunately...hehe, Bishop Royd is worthy of being the bishop...hehehe... In the end, it's just a matter of exchanging your life with you!

This is really...a pity!"

A painful expression appeared on Stia's face and he shakingly tried to stand up, but in the end he was like a patient who was looking back, he fell down again soon.

So only Bishop Reud, whose face and throat were broken into two pieces, and Stia, who fell to the ground for a long time and did not move again.

The scene was in extreme silence for a moment. Two kilograms of rice were coldly feeling the situation on the scene, and suddenly a sense of boringness came out.

These two people died like this?

Wait, you guys are controlling my body to cause damage!

Why did you lock me up on the operating table?

Five minutes passed like this. Just as 2 kilograms of rice felt helpless about their current situation, another movement came from outside the passage.

I saw a group of Black Sun believers wearing black robes like Reud and Stia hurried in, looking at the scene, and their faces changed slightly for a moment.

"What happened to Bishop Reud. Everyone, immediately pass the relevant information to the superiors and destroy Stia's body. No matter what reason she died, let me tell the superiors that Bishop Reud was ordered by the Archbishop Sith to kill Stia!"

A middle-aged man with a relatively high status among the Black Japanese believers said coldly.

Suddenly, a cough came from the dark basement again.

It was as if it was rapidly contagious, and the coughing sounds of a group of people became louder and louder, and one of the fingers was spit out by one of them.

Then it was like a chain reaction, more and more fingers spit out from the throats of the group of people until they looked at their mouths with horror, piercing their chins, and exerting force.

Accompanied by the wailing of a group of people, everything soon returned to peace.

All the Black Sun believers who came in were dead.

It was not until this time that Stia slowly stood up and swept his vigilant eyes around, as if he was afraid that Bishop Reud would appear again.

But this time, the scene was silent.

Stia finally felt a little relaxed, and she laughed softly: "After all, I won."

When she finished speaking, she slowly stood up and dragged her body, which had only had time to treat it urgently, walked to 2 kilograms of rice, with an intoxicated expression on her face:

"The next thing can be implemented according to the established plan!"

She carefully removed the device that controlled the big experiment, and then based on the tricks of controlling the big guy that she had learned before hiding beside Bishop Reud, after a command, 2 kilograms of rice followed her instructions as expected.

Stia controlled the evil god's body-in-law experiment and showed a satisfied smile on his face.

She turned to destroy the scene.

Soon all traces of their activities disappeared on the scene. In order to prevent some mage from tracing back through specific means, she even applied the blood of the evil god on the scene.

These mysterious forces hidden in the blood will automatically protect the scene from being traced back by the prophetic mages, and will even cause those mages to suffer a certain degree of backlash.

It was not until after finishing all this and chopping the body directly into the sewer that Stia controlled the 2 kilograms of rice with a completely numb expression and left the scene.

After being a happy man, he planned to post everything he encountered today to the game forum. He felt that he needed to remind those players...

Please, judging from the current situation, it is not the indigenous people who are in dire straits, but the players who claim to be the fourth natural disaster.

What a joke, these NPCs are really too smart when doing things, one by one, just like nesting dolls.

Judging from the virtual online game experience of at least 2 kilograms of rice, I'm afraid that many players' IQs are not as high as those in this game.

Cherish your life and stay away from NPCs!

This was the first thought that arose in his mind.

It was just something that I didn't know about 2 kilograms of rice. When he was controlled by Stia and left the sewer site where the mysterious research site was hidden, something was slowly squirming in the shadow.

"Oh, it's really dangerous! I almost couldn't help but expose myself!" Bishop Royd's face reappeared in the underground space with a disgusting smile on his face.

He looked at the scene that had been completely destroyed by Stia, grabbed his messy hair, and whispered:

"In this way... the evil god's body was sent to the old mafia of Sith in a 'reasonable' hand. I just don't know if that guy would be so anxious.

Ah haha, when the evil god was uncontrollably attacked the Baron Heloise by the flesh experiment, I wonder how my dear Archbishop Sith would face the furious old lion?”

Bishop Royd knocked on the wall, and saw a tremor on the wall of the royal capital sewer. A small wall slowly separated, revealing the box inside that had been hidden by Bishop Royd.

Next, the Duke of Ingillans will become a place of right and wrong. He took on the task of a big man and asked to guide the members of the Dark Sun Church hidden in the capital to get involved in this right and wrong.

He obviously didn't know what the purpose was.

But Bishop Royd knew that the plan he planned with the help of that big man would most likely cause a major earthquake in the royal capital.

And this... is exactly in line with the teachings of the supreme God Cirick, whom he trusts and respects.

"Ah! The great God Cirick, your loyal believer, Royd, is weaving a grand conspiracy night banquet for you. In order to make this night banquet grandly open, a archbishop will be sacrificed...

That's no problem, right?"

The crazy scientific researcher showed a happy smile on his face, which was the supreme happiness after the plan was successful.

All the Cyrics's mad believers were always ecstatic about hiding in dark corners and weaving one conspiracy after another.

And this time, it just happened to get Kyle involved.

After all... the most popular candidate among the entire Grand Duke candidates is not the Baron Heloise?

"Oh, my beloved God, how did you make me feel so jealous!"

"As your chosen one, the favor I can get from you is limited! There is indeed a ditch between the chosen one and the favor of God.

But it doesn't matter, God, Royd will continue to work hard. Sooner or later, I will take back your supreme love from that Baron Heloise!"

Bishop Royd said this, the cheerful smile on his face was unspeakable.

It is precisely because Bishop Reud is the God-Selected One of Cialek that he knows more clearly that there are two completely different treatments between the God-Selected One and the God-Selected One.

If you have to make a metaphor, you should compare the gods to rich forty-year-old uncles.

The God-Selected One is like a young foreign aid girl who calls for her.

The rich forty-year-old uncle came to the foreign aid girl, picked up a stack of banknotes in his hand and slapped it on the foreign aid girl's face.

The foreign aid girl did not dare to resist at all, and she also raised her head like a puppy and shook her tail and begged for mercy with her own financial boss.

The financial supporter does whatever he wants. If the financial supporter has something to ask the foreign aid girl to do, the foreign aid girl must do it. If the financial supporter has nothing to do, the foreign aid girl will find a way to make herself able.

After finishing the matter, the foreign aid girl could only say sourly: "I am obviously the same age as your daughter, but she took your money and spent it casually, while I can only lie here and let you play casually."

The middle-aged uncle looked at the foreign aid girl with disdain.

Can you be the same as her?

Then he turned to her side and shook her face, saying, "Stop talking nonsense, you can do it yourself, I'm not satisfied yet."

Well, it's quite sad to say.

If Kyle knew Bishop Royd’s current psychology, he would probably not laugh a lot and then perform what God’s favor is.

Why did Kyle dare to smash the four gods’ favors on his body directly? Are you not afraid of being punished by the gods?

The answer is actually very simple.

Those who will be punished for such things will not be considered God's favor.

Just like Bishop Reud's metaphor for being slapped in the face, Kyle, as a god-loving man, received the promise of "Flowing for a casual flower" from the middle-aged man in his forties.

She looked at the middle-aged man who was nominally called his father with an unhappy look, then went directly to the bank, transferred all the money from the bank card into her account, and then ran to the middle-aged man and cut off the bank card in front of him.

The middle-aged uncle would just be stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's okay, just use it. It's just for you to spend it, so you can do whatever you want."

This metaphor is actually very appropriate.

Because most of the time, the existence of God’s favor often flows with blood from the gods who are given God’s favor.
To be continued...