Chapter 242 The Situation Is Collapsing

Muse could clearly feel that Barbara's sea of ​​consciousness was a little unstable. Coincidentally, Muse was also a little unstable.

When the muse contacted the dancing goddess, she brought the other two goddesses with her. At such a sensitive moment, messaging can be a very fatal operation.

In line with the principle of fairness and openness, three consciousnesses were connected together. Unexpectedly, Barbara was obviously frightened. She immediately controlled her consciousness and only showed her head.

On the surface, it is a spiritual communication between good sisters, but the atmosphere is a bit subtle.

Muse still spoke: "How are you doing there? I've received a lot of attack reports from all over the world."

"Well, it's okay. Mark defeated...Samiki...whatever. No one...comes...to trouble us now." Barbara replied with a heavy breath while continuing to do calisthenics.

Muse's eyebrows twitched slightly: "This is a bit inconvenient now, isn't it?"

"It's a bit..." Before Barbara could finish her sentence, suddenly there was a crisp sound of "pop" behind her, and she quickly changed her words: "Well, it's actually not a big deal."

"..."

"What do you want to ask?"

Muse felt four gazes on her back like needles. She asked tactfully: "Attilas is ruined now. I don't think there is anywhere to listen to the opera. I wonder if... on the Caribbean... convenient?"

This time Barbara's answer was straightforward: "Mark said that his boat is quite big. And he is building a fleet recently."

Muse's facial expression froze slightly: "I understand, please take care of yourself."

Cutting off the communication of spiritual consciousness, Muse rubbed her eyebrows. She looked around and couldn't help but feel dumb. Unconsciously, a lot of upside-down [16th notes] representing short high notes were jumping around her.

She looked at the two men again along with her uninterrupted consciousness.

cough!

Peiting hid in an oil painting of a human body, and added a few rainbows silently.

Litcher picked up a book and covered half of his face, pretending to read.

Muse made a decision: I cannot be the only one who dies in society.

"Pei Ting, why did you become a model for sketching? Litchel, you held the book upside down!"

"Ah!" Two neat screams.

The consciousness circuits of the three goddesses were filled with embarrassment.

It was the eldest muse who spoke: "You have your own ideas, I understand. But firstly we have no bargaining chips, and secondly we are running out of time. Have you heard the price over there?"

"Um."

"Yes."

The two goddesses lowered their heads and agreed.

Muse continued: "Theoretically, we still have time before the next god dies. But first of all, I have a God's Favorite with a fitness rate of 89% and put it on the Caribbean."

Muse has been very candid.

There are many divine favors available for descending, which is an advantage. This means that as long as Muse's soul is not intercepted, she can give up her body in the capital of art in an instant and airborne directly to Mark.

In contrast, Pei Ting was miserable. She was almost unprepared when the accident happened.

At any rate, the three of them had some communication and affection with Mark before, but she really had nothing. If the three of them are really on board, and she doesn't have the nerve to get a ticket, don't blame the art sisters for not helping her out if something happens again.

Peiting fell into serious entanglement.

In fact, they have far less time than they think.

Starting that night, hundreds of demons appeared in cities and towns all over the Wright Empire, going to the extent of killing everyone they saw.

This was not an enemy that the local garrison could deal with. Soon the local nobles gave up guarding their territory and chose to let the remaining troops protect them and their families. They left as soon as possible and headed for the capital of the empire.

Some people thought that the demon that jumped out this time would soon be killed by people sent by the Orthodox Church. They couldn't be more wrong.

When the four gods of art were forcibly corrupted, their churches quickly became "lairs". After the Twin Goddess Cult destroyed these nests with its elite Beyonder troops, orders fell like snowflakes.

One letter after another, the wording became more severe.

"Conveying the episcopal order of Archbishop Rodriguez - all church members and their relatives must gather and evacuate before 1 pm today, targeting the city of St. Leiden. Anyone who violates the order will be excommunicated!"

"Remember! Only those whose whole family believes in the Twin Goddess will be protected by the Guardian Knights."

Churches of Light and Night across the Wright Empire received orders to conduct a mass evacuation.

Instead of blindly evacuating to St. Wright City, we should use the five largest cities in each region of the empire as fulcrums to gather, improve the defensive capabilities of the church, and expand the scope of defense.

When the Twin Goddess Cult, which is known to be jealous of evil, began to shrink its defense lines and no longer sent night watchmen, punishers and inquisitors to clean up evil spirits in the towns and villages below, one can imagine the collapse of the situation.

"Where is the Order of the Guardian Knights?"

"Where's the Fighting Knights?"

"Where is the Heroic Spirit Chapter?"

"You've been talking about killing evil for thousands of years, but you run away immediately when disaster strikes?"

"Is this the goddess of light who gives light to the world? Bah! That's so funny!"

I don't know how many Gemini believers in towns and small villages cursed the Gemini goddess for not coming to save them, and converted in anger.

After the world fell into a state of chaotic chaos, believers instinctively rushed to the churches of their respective churches to pray for the blessing of their own gods.

[Judgment Day] For different gods, the pressure they have to face is completely different. This leads to huge differences in the propaganda of major churches.

In reincarnation religion, the painting style is like this.

One by one, the magic sticks stood on high places, raising their arms and shouting.

"Reincarnation! Another reincarnation! The success or failure of the moment is not important. What is important is that by joining the reincarnation, you and your family can survive this destruction!"

These days, the reincarnation sect's territory is surprisingly stable, which is in sharp contrast to the endless troubles happening over there with the Twin Goddess, and the bad conditions that are blooming everywhere.

Some fantastic rumors spread.

The most widely circulated thing is that the God of Samsara has reached an evil deal with the seven sinful demon kings and the four apocalyptic demon gods, sacrificing the earth as a price in exchange for peace within his sphere of influence.

For ordinary people, which god should they not believe in?

Not to mention casual believers, even some originally relatively devout believers also experienced a wave of conversions after they were unable to receive the blessing of their own church.

They began to pour into the territory of the Reincarnation Cult, crying and seeking refuge.

right! Only survival is the most important thing.

They don't want to become the devil's snack or become a devil, even if they become slaves in the Reincarnation Cult, they are willing to do so.

It was against this background that the Caribbean once again welcomed the goddess of music.

"You came?"

"I am coming."