Why am I the only male apprentice of the evil queen

"Fenmu, let's ignore him and just do our thing, okay?"

Chapter 60 Thousand Faces!

In Rachel's case, Fenmu can only say that when people return to their hometown, they will always arouse some homesickness. When a succubus returns to her hometown, she seems to be excited around the clock, such as the succubus in front of her.

He was still cold before, but he has become a little hotter these days. Fenmu doesn't understand the reason for this, but he is sure that it is definitely not his fault, because he has been busy posting with Master Anna recently, and he doesn't understand at all. He never teased Rachel, nor did he paste her face with his own blood.

It's just that this succubus is really the kind of person whose rationality has evaporated. Enemies are coming to the door, and she is actually thinking about saving the aging population of the succubus tribe.

"Rachel, I think you should clearly prioritize things. People are coming to your door. If you delay for a long time, you will become suspicious."

Fenmu hugged Rachel, patted her back comfortingly, and helped her tie her hair. Fenmu was very hard at tying her hair, so she could only imitate Rachel's usual way of tying it, but The finished product is still much worse.

"After Fenmu and we come back..." Rachel still didn't want to give up. The beautiful girl was covered with bloodshot eyes burned by the fire of love, and she looked a little crazy.

"...Okay." Fenmu nodded helplessly.

With his agreement, Rachel decided to make a quick decision, quickly get rid of the troublesome guys outside, and return to the real main battlefield in the room as soon as possible.

In an instant, the maid's uniform on the ground disappeared and returned to her body. The legendary code that symbolized mystery and greed was stretched out in her hands, and the pages that were turned rapidly made a deathly rustling sound.

Half of the door to the room was blown away, and she flew out with her eyes bare. The murderous intention almost turned into substance and condensed behind her.

Fenmu looked at a small white lace triangle on the ground, and could already feel how anxious Rachel was:

"You forgot something very important..."

He picked it up and put it in his pocket, and then jumped down. Kasalia reacted quickly and chased after him with Tyvia.

"Fenmu, what's wrong with Rachel? It looks like she's mentally damaged to me. Did she come into contact with something indescribable?" Kasalia looked at the crazy Rachel in disbelief. Chel.

That attitude was almost the same as that of the fanatic believers she had dealt with before. You must know that Rachel’s previous impression of the church was that of a cold-faced and cold-hearted high priest. How come she started to look a little crazy after following Fenmu not long after? ...

Silune cursed in Kasalia's mind:

"You idiot, your focus is a little distorted! What you should be paying attention to is Rachel's aura. She is vaguely preparing to break through to the seventh level! Do you understand what this concept is? Seventh level! Seventh level!"

Kasalia then asked Fenmu about this serious matter:

"So Fenmu, what is going on? Why does Rachel's aura feel like it will break through the sixth level in time?"

"How do I know!" Fenmu couldn't explain the reason. "Maybe it was because Hajisi was angry?"

"Huh? Are you angry to the seventh level?" The female knight with long brown hair had a question mark on her head.

Hajisi on the other side hadn't figured out the situation yet. On his face, he had one eye on his forehead and one on his chin. At the same time, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Rachel, this menacing maid.

what's the situation? In the conversation with the projection, isn't this maid a subordinate of Angeli, but this kind of strength is not something that Angelei can control.

If Hajisi didn't react at all just to this murderous posture, he would have died countless times.

The strange-faced man was analyzing the situation of the succubus clan in his mind. Could it be that this wandering succubus maid wanted to help them vent their anger after finding the clan?

The Infinite Snake Organization is spread all over the world, with its minions extending to every corner of the abyss, but they have never heard that there are such strong men left in the Succubus tribe!

The worst-case scenario now is that Angele and Benson are already dead, and they also want to trick themselves into coming over and kill him too.

"I am always prepared. No conspiracy or conspiracy can punish me. All those who have done evil to me will eventually be ripped off by me and become one of my collections!"

Hajisi smiled arrogantly, his laughter was weird and insidious, as if he was farting secretly. He took out an unknown face from his arms, and then stabbed it with a dagger attached with sticky malice, and a magic circle instantly formed. Expand it.

"This guy with weird habits uses people's faces as scrolls to record magic circles! Cruel guy!" The female knight frowned, and the disgust in her eyes quickly turned into an unsheathed sword.

"Disgusting! This guy can be treated as a lesion!" Tyvia, a compassionate female doctor, also drew her axe.

Hajisi laughed with the mouth on his cheek:

"Take this trick from me, you women who are so stupid that it makes me smile!"

Thousands of dead faces full of resentment floated out of the pitch-black array. A dazzling black light flashed past. The masked man disappeared from the spot and then appeared thousands of meters away. The laughter resounded through the night sky again.

"So you are just stupid, do you really think I will stay and play with you? I'm leaving!"

The Face-Flayed Man thought he had escaped. Even after he finished speaking, he spent several more faces to escape. According to normal calculations, the distance he has escaped from now is about half of the distance from the Elven Forest of All Things to the Prison City. It was almost impossible for anyone to catch up with him. And these shameless efforts almost cost him nearly five years of accumulation.

But from the perspective of Fenmu and others, after this guy escaped for the first time, his subsequent teleportations were just standing still. Hajisi's spirit had long been disturbed by Rachel.

Rachel's face was dark, and her tone was very calm, but it was the dead silence before the storm:

"Is this all your tricks? Are you just preparing to spoil my good deeds with this little preparation?"

"?!"

Hajisi turned around. Rachel's aura was so oppressive that he could hardly breathe. He could tell that this woman's strength was beyond the sixth level, but such a person should not come from the succubus tribe.

The Infinite Snake has used the succubus as a blood sacrifice to enslave it for hundreds of years. If this woman really had the ability, she would have come to seek revenge long ago.

"I'm just following orders to guard the succubi! Even if you are at level six, I think you should weigh the pros and cons. Your fellow racers are hopeless, but you are different. Don't compromise your future because of them. Infinite The Snake Organization is a gathering of ancient people, and there are many unimaginable scholars gathered there. They have ancient knowledge as terrifying as the abyss! When you reach the sixth level, you don't want to mess with those adults!"

And Rachel's almost crazy cold gaze and the murderous intent that was still growing all around had already revealed the answer.

"You shouldn't have come at this time! Your wrong choice has determined your end!"

The Face-Flayed Man tried to break through the other party's mental restraint on him, but found that it didn't work at all. With no other way, he decided to try to ask God at the expense of himself.

People who believe in him walk in the world with thousands of faces, passing by everyone like strangers. From the time of birth, every existence is destined to pass by a great mystery, He It is the God of Death who stands outside everything! Not even the gods can escape the gaze of death!

The dagger dripping with black mud was raised high, and the Masked Man stabbed his own heart with it.

"Death is my honor! The gods share my fate! You should fear the God of Many Faces! The God of Strangers!"

After hearing his words, Fen Mu was stunned for a moment.

Is this person planning to summon the master? !

Chapter 61 Imaginary Enemy

At first, Fenmu was a little skeptical, but the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong. The key was the title of "Stranger". He had never heard of any god with the same title.

For a moment, two completely different emotions crowded in his heart. He wanted to see Anastasia, but he didn't want to see her so soon. He was not ready yet!

In the end, Fenmu gritted his teeth and made up his mind. Anyway, we were going to see him soon, so there was no need to rush. He couldn't wait for just a few days?

Don't let the small lose the big, leaving a good impression on Anasta is the most important thing! Now this Hajisi called the master out in advance, clearly wanting to ruin his plan!

"Rachel, kill him, don't let him succeed!" After Fenmu ordered, he turned around and ran away.

He was worried that Rachel would fail to stop him, so he actually called her out. Although hiding it might not work, he had to at least try! The power of the witch is so widely promoted by people in this world. After absorbing the witch crystal of the Dark Elf Queen, he now has the ability to conceal his breath even from Hecate.

Maybe the master was not paying attention and didn't notice him?

"Fen Mu, why are you running away?" Senior Sister Witch chased him and asked, chasing him directly into the underground wine cellar.

"There's no time to explain, I have to ask about the situation." After a few words to let Hecate imagine, Fenmu immediately confirmed to Master Anna:

"Then what... Master Anna, that guy outside who has facial features more crooked than his three views, he won't really ask Master to come out, will he?"

Anastasia believed that she left few traces and had few opportunities to contact people. She would not be as public as other gods in the past and let her envoys preach miracles, hoping that no one would know about them. dawn.

So where did this infinite snake find my story?

The premise of faith is to be known first. Although she had accepted some female disciples in the past, and after making a name for herself, she began to publicize her reputation as a stranger, but because Anastas rarely treated the believers who were attracted She brought down miracles, so there are very few people who believe in her and praise her. Even if there are, they have long since disappeared in the long river of time.

If she really wanted to come back, would it be she, Anasta, who had the final say whether she would be invited out? That person had committed suicide for so long, and she, the stranger, was so close to Chi Chi that she should have been able to receive the call for blood sacrifice long ago. Did this guy believe in the wrong god and believe in something else?

"No." Anastasia gave her apprentice reassurance, "He probably recognized the wrong god."

With these words, Fenmu breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and walked out of the cellar. He also picked up a bottle of fruit wine and a tall glass, and leisurely returned to the first battlefield.

Hecate couldn't understand this guy anymore, so she touched his forehead, thinking he was sick.

"What happened to you?"

"It's okay, I'm very fine! I just thought that this Hajishi was really going to summon a god who was extremely scary to me, but now it seems that he must have admitted his mistake." Fenmu took a sip of the fruit wine, but found it a bit difficult Drink, decisively return the favor to the stupid succubus cheering and shouting next to him, and then asked Hecate: "Hecate, regarding your belief in the Kingdom of God, what god do you believe in to gain recognition?"

"What happened to the witch of the original slaying?"

Hecate looked at Fenmu curiously, her eyes clearly saying, "We clearly believe in the same god, don't you still believe it?"

Fenmu couldn't help but be silent after hearing this. How many trumpets did this master have opened before? Why do all the senior sisters believe in different things?

This is really the God with a Thousand Faces...

However, Fenmu remembered that when he lived with Anasta, it seemed that except for the time when he showed up as an adult, he never heard her mention his name at any other time.

"Master Anna, what kind of god is Master on my side this time?"

Anasta wants to say, you bastard, have you ever regarded me as a god? When they lived together before, Fenmu's eyes didn't know how many times he looked at strange places. If he did this kind of thing in a temple of a god whose miracles still existed, Fenmu would be magnanimous if he didn't get struck by the thunder of divine punishment.

"It's not God, it's your master." Anastasia replied weakly.

"I understand!"

Fenmu nodded thoughtfully and no longer struggled with this topic. No matter how many identities Anasta had, even her name might be fake, but her ass must be real, and it is the only true meaning to see through the many disguises. !

As long as he discovers the "real thing" that cannot be faked, then the master is just his master, and nothing else matters!

Anastasia became even more tired after carefully noticing what her apprentice was thinking.

"I can use your understanding in a normal place..."

In the center of the battle, Rachel had already carried out a strangulation-style attack on the Masked Man according to Fenmu's instructions.

Every spell must be blessed by a charged magic circle. It has both elemental spiritual power and spiritual spell attacks. The carpet-like spell bombardment is like a sacrament of killing.

Faith is related to spirit. In terms of attack methods, Rachel's spiritual attack should be the best solution for interrupting the ritual of praying to gods.

But...she failed!

The succubus, who was so angry that he broke through to the seventh level with half a foot, unexpectedly failed. The strange blood flowing from Hajisi's chest shone with an indescribable color. This strange color spits out bright red like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, and the blood flies upstream like smoke from a kitchen stove, gradually transforming into a charming purple color under the gaze of the starry sky.

The Face-Flayed Man's cheeks were drying up rapidly, and the blood was being continuously drained away. The stab wound on his heart was torn apart, and even produced some powerful suction. The Face-Flayed Man's body was sucked in, but the stab wound was It's still in the air, and it's still expanding, as if it's the door that's about to arrive.

"Such a powerful divine power...! But it doesn't seem to be a divine power?" Fenmu had felt the aura of Nightmare King Lamia at close range once, and it was a little different from the one who had not shown up yet.

The purple energy floating out from the abyss-like crack gradually condensed and took shape. The first thing that appeared was the head hidden in the broken iron surface. The long purple hair spread out in the suction of the crack. Like a demon dancing, the body slowly appeared, and the possessed purple armor appeared. Only the necessary parts were covered, with the sexy navel sandwiched between the shallow abdominal muscles. The dagger that made the wound was shattered and reorganized, turning into a pair of daggers whose shape was broken but whose spirit remained intact.

But the body's condensation stopped, and it got stuck just before the pelvis!

"This thing you invited is rather special. It is a god imagined by the Masked Man himself, not a real god. You can let the crack absorb your blood, then perfect your imagination of that god and use her as a sparring partner." Anna Sita lost interest for a moment, it turned out to be such a boring thing.

And Fenmu was excited. The upper body was already kneaded, but the lower body was missing, waiting for him to use his imagination to complete it? !

This masked man is a good person!

Chapter 62 Trying to take advantage of the heat

If you want to convey your thoughts and thoughts to a god, first of all, the god must be willing to accept the call, such as leaving behind faith totems, god sculptures, etc. However, the god Anastas is quite autistic.

But the main thing is that she doesn't like to be disturbed by others.

Just now she heard the face-skinned man really call out some of the names she had used before. Anastas thought that she had left some totems or something and forgotten them, and then they were collected.

But after seeing what Hajisi actually made, Anastasia understood what was going on.

It was probably that the Infinite Snake Organization had some kind of book that recorded a few words about her, some deeds of killing gods, etc. As a result, after Hajisi saw it, he started to make up his own mind and make up a god.

But this "god" is destined to be an empty shell, and it is destined not to have the strength of Anastasia herself, because Hajisi has not experienced the miracles left by Anastasia herself, and even the most basic knowledge about her I have never seen a portrait, so this "god" hides his face in a mask.

I just don’t know which god this skill of inviting gods comes from. Hajisi’s own strength is average. Even if all his own spiritual energy is used as a sacrifice, it would be difficult to create such a “false god”. .

"Is it that dagger?" Anastasia murmured, staring at the dagger in the hand of the "false god".

Fenmu didn't know what Anastasia was saying, and all he was thinking about now was how to "pinch someone"!

Think carefully about everything about Master, her strength, her beauty, her breasts, her curves, her beautiful butt! !

"Make me look better!"

He threw all the remaining psychic crystals in his private dream into the crack. Worried that it was not enough, he cut his wrist and threw a few drops of blood into it.

In this world now, apart from Anastasia herself, Fenmu is probably the one who is most familiar with Anastasia. They went to bed together and got up together. Later, they were trained hard by Master Anasta, even though they have not experienced Anastasia personally. All her strength, but her strength has been deeply ingrained in Fenmu's heart and is indelible!

Even because of the experience of being abused by Anna's master several times, her strength even left a shadow in Fenmu's heart.

Using one's own imagination to construct a false god requires that the imagination be extremely comprehensive and real. Fenmu's consciousness was like a seed falling to the ground, quickly taking root and sprouting, and soon reflected on this false god.

The originally fuzzy purple hair became clearer, brighter and smoother. Although the broken mask on the face and the ancient armor covering the body did not change much, it could be clearly felt that the bust was bigger and fit Anas better. Tower figure.

The originally void lower body of the false god began to take shape again. The round and plump buttocks and plump and slender legs appeared due to Fenmu's imagination. After the cracks disappeared, the false god officially took shape!

"What did you just do?" Kasalia looked at him dumbfounded, "That Hajisi's sacrifice ceremony was obviously unsuccessful, so why did you help him complete the incomplete ceremony?!"