Chapter 446

After finishing the retro grey suit with his slender arm stretched out to his chest, the old gentleman took his crutch to his hand.

He narrowed his eyes with a smile on his face:

"Pope of the Eight Legged church, I want to work with your church."

"Oh?" Art smiles. "Want to work with us?"

"Yes."

The old gentleman took out a small black book from his chest pocket and turned the pages with his crutches:

"I hope you can find me something. As a price, I will protect you."

That old appearance matches the deep husky voice, with a sense of vicissitudes after years of washing.

As far as the words are concerned, there is no meaning of regarding the eight limb Church in the eyes.

Banksy frowned: "protect us? You? How many of you? "

"How many? I'm enough to protect you. "

The old gentleman turned to the latest pages of his notebook, glanced at art and Banksy, and then said to himself:

"help me catch a white fog devil bat, Lanchester Star Crystal, the crown of Barker Dynasty, the black spot bottle of osines..."

As he spoke, a sneer came out of his heart.

Eight limb church, although the eight limb God is very powerful, but it has no power. More than a dozen other gods fight against it, and the spider can not leave any influence on the thematic plane.

As long as the Church of the Eight Legged God is discovered, it will be eliminated, and there will be no climate at all.

However, he learned from several people who had defected from the Church of the Eight Legged God and became the believers of other gods. The believers of the Church of eight limb God had long lost their relatives -

even the Pope "ghost spider" had completely disappeared.

But recently, it has been found that the Eight Legged church is again active.

He didn't think it was the resurrection of the Eight Legged church, but, like the previous dozen times, it was the behavior of the Eight Legged church members who did not want to believe that they were abandoned by the gods and tried to call their gods.

Just like the dozen times before, it's just in vain.

However, we can make use of it.

Other churches don't take advantage of that.

However, I didn't expect that the Holy Ghost spider of the Eight Legged church appeared again.

The old gentleman looked up at the ghost spider in a purple and black suit and looked like a young man with a sneer in his heart.

He is a multi-dimensional and three-level strong man. In the shell world, there are few stronger than him except the twenty gods.

"Do you understand?" The old gentleman looked up at Banksy and ATT, "and I'll tell you why your gods have been silent and not responding to your prayers."

Originally, Banksy was still a little excited, but after hearing the old man's last words, he was quiet instead.

And Yat, it is similar, but he is more leisurely - after observing that the strength of the other side is only multiple three levels, he is quite calm.

And after the other side said the last sentence, he even had to laugh.

I see. Is this a game?

Want to use the Eight Legged church to help collect materials and do other things?

Do you want to kill it directly?

No, there is still something to deal with in the noumenon. It is probably no problem for this sub body to kill him, but...

without knowing his ability, it is not appropriate to wipe out any information without divulging any information, which is not conducive to his development. No matter how he jumps, it will have no impact.

Forget it, let's leave the clown hopping around and see what he can do.

With a smile in his heart, Yat said:

"if you can do it, it's not impossible to help you collect, but we need to know whether your strength is enough."

"Oh? How do you want me to show it? " The old gentleman sneered, "how about killing you here?"

Let me show my strength? You want to shoot me? Is it too tender?

Is this the level of the Pope of the Eight Legged church?

The sudden hostility of the other party surprised Yat. He narrowed his eyes and pulled out a smile:

"you can try it."

The old gentleman and art's eyes met.

In an instant, he felt a strong chill, suddenly, hallucination suddenly.

A pair of huge, purple and black eyes, looming in the dark, like the killers at the top of the food chain, exuding a terrifying aura.

Then came a huge, pale spider web that enveloped the entire starry sky. On it, a purple black spider the size of a mountain range walked to the edge of the web and cast its eyes at him.

The shadow of terror is constantly expanding, and the cobweb seems to be eroding and swallowing everything.

Whether it's cities, mountains, forests, everything.The old man's eyes widened.

Is this an illusion?

No, this is... Walking on the ground!?

This pope is an eight legged God walking on the ground!?

How could it be!?

"I don't remember being reduced to the point where a bug can bully me."

It's like the sound of insects in the sky, no, underground, no, from the inside of the body, no... everywhere.

The moment a voice that can't distinguish the source of sound rings, he already knows that the owner of the voice can't resist at all.

He knew that as long as the other party moved his finger, no, moved his spider foot, he would be suppressed without any resistance.

Why? Haven't the Eight Legged God given up the belief in the thematic plane? How can you still walk on the ground!? Why?

As if he heard his heart whisper, the voice sounded again:

"some gods were seriously injured in the blood moon uprising, and the power needs to be re divided. It seems that you little bug doesn't know these things."

Blood moon riot? Some gods are seriously injured!?

He was shocked. Why didn't anyone tell him?

"How could it be? Why is that so? "

At the bottom of his heart, the old gentleman kept growling and flustered.

The next moment, he saw that a huge purple black spider fell on the pale spider web, attacking him.

He wanted to resist, but at this time, he felt a pain that life is not like death.

I don't know when, a huge purple spider suddenly appeared behind him. The sharp teeth in the mouthparts pierced his body and injected something into his body.

In the gradual trance of consciousness, he heard a "will is too weak, I thought you have what means, this will also dare to find fault", undisguised contempt.

The old gentleman, whose will was once again struck, widened his eyes and lost consciousness in this mental attack.

Looking at the old gentleman who fell to the ground with wide eyes, Yat was also a little surprised.

This guy is too weak.

He never thought that the mind and will of a multi-level three-level strong person would be so weak that he just fell down after eating an attack equivalent to level three...

How could he be so weak.

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