Just as Purple Eight Clouds said, Diablo's first impression of Suwako was nothing special. She was just a little loli sitting on a high throne.
Her hair, which was like golden wheat after autumn, was freely scattered on her shoulders. She was wearing a dress that could be considered a dress. Other than the white sleeves, the rest of the color was purple. Her clothes were very similar to Little Purple's, and there were many frog patterns on them. She also wore a bamboo hat that was very similar to a frog.。
Purple Eight Clouds seemed to have noticed this as well. She looked like she wanted to fight Suwa, but Diablo stopped her.
"Is my self-awareness suppressed by the nature of divinity?”Diablo stared into Suwako's eyes and said disdainfully,""Relying on the bad habits of faith!"
It was a pair of lifeless eyes that were like the calm surface of the water. It was not the kind of indifference that could see through everything in the world. It was a pair of eyes that truly did not care about anything in the world. They did not even know the meaning of their existence.
Suwako, the goddess of the great Ming Dynasty, was like a puppet without emotions. She was numb and almost instinctively exercised her priesthood and responsibility. She did not care about anything, be it gods or humans. For Suwako, a native god, as long as she could provide her with faith, it did not matter whether she existed or not.
Because he was a native god, he could better display his strength in the region where he was born. His strength was even close to the five-digit mid-level of the Boxcourt.
However, as long as her faith was not taken away and her foundation was not threatened, no matter who it was, she would not have the desire to fight, because this was also the instinct of a god like her.
Diablo scoffed at such a god.
If he couldn't even control his own heart, so what if he had the power to dominate the world?
Power was meant to serve the wielder, allowing the wielder to enjoy himself. Fighting was for pleasure, torturing was for pleasure, and in order to obtain power, he had almost lost his own will. In Diablo's eyes, this was simply putting the cart before the horse.
The court meeting and the sacrifice were still going on. After the initial kneeling and praying, a few young and beautiful girls who seemed to be serving Suwako performed a strange dance in front of the bonfire, and all kinds of meat as tributes were also offered.
Groups of frogs appeared from all directions. They carried the offerings and sent them to the temple of the god. Suwako watched all of this quietly, her eyes as still as death.
However, it was a little foodie realm yao who got lucky. After sending the offerings into the temple, Eight Clouds Purple happily used the space to smuggle out a few snacks that he liked. Then, he began a gluttonous feast.
As the space crack was Eight Cloud Purple's companion talent, unless it was used at a very long distance, it would not consume any demonic power. Naturally... Suwako also did not notice.
While Eight Cloud Purple was eating, Diablo looked uninterested.
Originally, he had come here to see if he could find something interesting. However, Suwako had almost no consciousness at all, which made him a little disappointed.
It was like having sex with your wife at night.
It was as if you brought your friends to an internet cafe and prepared to play for a night, only to find that no one else could match you that day.
This made Diablo extremely depressed.
If you don't give me strength, I'll use you as a tool for entertainment!
Diablo glared at the memorial below. He couldn't wait to see them fall into chaos.
.......
Diablo connected to the community chat room in a huff.
I am the root of all evil, where is the chief maid?
Diablo: As you wish, Lord Diablo.
Lao Tzu is the root of all evil! " I need a Wind Element's Blessing. Its power is at the five-digit level. Quickly get me one. Also, get me some snacks and pastries. In short, the more the better."
Diablo: Your will, my lord.
Diablo, Sama Saigao! has been offline
Boss, what's wrong with you? Did the little guy make you angry again?
I am the root of all evil! War! I need a war! Everyone! I like war!
Gentleman, elegant but not dirty!：Open, open, open! wyyyyyyyyyyy~~~
Eat shit! Grandma Tai was speechless.
However, it would take a long time for Hitomi, who had mastered the path of maidservants and had the highest ability to execute Diablo's words, to find such a gift. During this time, Diablo and the others began to kill time.
poker
"I'll show you the power of the Son of Sparta!”Su Huang, who appeared in the chat room with his spiritual projection, roared at Diablo, who was also sitting at the opposite table with his spiritual projection.
Beside them were Yizur, who was in charge of dealing cards, and the gentlemanly giant soldier god, who was also a spiritual projection.
"Isn't he a grandson?" Diablo looked at his cards and pressed them on the table. He flicked a card and a chip.
"Change cards."
" Laugh as I watch Su Huang get beaten up by Boss, 2333!" A certain gentlemanly Colossus said.
"Presumptuous! Today, I'll let you experience the power of this demon! Change to two." Throwing out two cards and two chips, Su Huang looked at Omar with a sour face.
"Hahaha! My luck has changed!" As soon as he got the two new cards, Su Huang roared towards the sky and channeled his energy in his Dantian. He suddenly slapped all his chips at Yi Zuer, who was the dealer, like a tsunami.
“ShowHand!!”
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