Chapter 360 Long Live the Shadow God

But Ji Ming was not a pervert, so he just smiled quietly and then restrained himself.

When he looked at the Earl again, his face had become calm and steady, like a detective called by the victim to investigate.

"Are you sure this is where the lady came at that time?"

The Earl nodded repeatedly, and put his hand on the door before he said anything.

"Yes, it's here! Don't waste any more time, let's go in quickly..."

"Wait a minute."

"What are you waiting for!"

The Earl roared again, but immediately realized that something was wrong and lowered his head.

"I'm sorry, God's choice, but I have been looking forward to this day for too long! I really can't wait for a minute or a second!"

"I understand, I understand, in fact, I can't act anymore."

Ji Ming smiled again, and then became indifferent.

"Let the thing in your head talk to me."

"Ah, what?"

"Earl Fengying, you can rest."

Ji Ming stretched out his hand, and then he snapped his fingers.

Snap!

Logically speaking, he had already issued the shutdown command through [Suggestion], and the insane Count Fengying should have fallen down immediately and enjoyed a comfortable sleep like a baby.

But he didn't, instead he stood still and laughed coldly until Ji Ming slapped him.

"I have tolerated you for a whole chapter, don't you know how to repent!?"

Fortunately, the Count is a professional, otherwise his head would have been blown off by this slap.

But even so, his body turned 720 degrees in the air before falling to the ground with a crackling sound.

The weirdness hidden in the Count's mind was also stunned by this slap. He lay on the ground, covering his face, and looked at Ji Ming and couldn't say a word.

"What are you looking at? Open the door quickly!"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Before Ji Ming launched the heart-piercing kick combo, seeing that the host had been beaten to a mouthful of blood, she quickly got up from the ground as if she had eaten a dragon fruit.

While saying yes, he pressed the door and pushed forward while pouring shadow power into it.

Obviously, the only key to this ordinary-looking ancient door with some moss is the power of shadow.

I just don't know if an ordinary person pushes it, will it be ignored gorgeously, or will it release counter magic to destroy it?

While Ji Ming was thinking quietly, the whole door had been opened, but the scenery inside was like the building itself, submerged in heavy shadows.

Interesting, is it really protected by a shadow magic circle...

The open door was like a huge mouth that was ready to eat people, which reminded Ji Ming of the old lady's material store. This posture, if it was put in an action game, there would be a save point every three steps.

And it can only be said that it is worthy of being a ghost possessed by a nobleman, imitating the count's demeanor is simply lifelike.

It was seen bending down respectfully and making a gesture of invitation to the door, without any mischief just now.

"Please come in, sir, please..."

However, Ji Ming raised his chin and said a sentence.

"You go first."

"Ah this..."

Although the ghost didn't want to do it, it was more afraid of being beaten by the God's Choice to CPR, so it could only shrink its head and serve as a vanguard for him.

However, it was precisely because of its exploration that the God's Choice seemed to let down its guard slightly and followed it into the darkness.

But the two had walked out for dozens of steps, and there was no reaction in the space that should be a high-difficulty dungeon, so the God's Choice finally couldn't help it.

"Hey, what kind of place are you here? Don't you even have a monster?"

"Hehehe."

I don't know if the mental state of these gods and ghosts is so beautiful, or if the pleasure of killing the strong enemy after leading them into the encirclement is really strong.

The weird sneered when he heard it, and ran all the way and disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a trailing sentence.

"Archbishop, save me~"

"You..."

Before the Chosen One could chase him, he saw a dark purple light suddenly lit up in front of him.

No, it was not just that. This purple light was not calm. After it appeared, it began to grow wildly like cell division.

Soon, dense purple light spots appeared all around the Chosen One, including his head. They were like the fierce eyes of terrifying beasts, staring at him.

Just at this moment, several fires lit up in the room with a bang. Although the flames burning in them were also purple, they also illuminated the entire space.

The Chosen One slowly looked around with this little light and found that the purple lights were the staffs of necromancers and the eyes of shadow warriors.

They were all fanatics of the evil god. At this moment, they were ready to go, holding their weapons tightly, ready to judge him, the pagan leader who deserved death.

"Haha."

The Chosen One laughed when he saw this, and praised them inexplicably.

"Well done! If there is any strong enemy here, you will definitely kill them all."

Such behavior is both abnormal and strange, but the shadow believers are not scared, they just think he is bluffing, so they are indifferent.

But after all, this person is the Chosen One of the Holy Light, and the proper etiquette should be observed, so a scepter holder who is also wrapped in a purple cloak slowly walked out of the crowd.

"Good evening, lost lamb."

The Chosen One raised his head.

"Are you the Archbishop?"

The man bowed slightly.

"Yes, I am the Archbishop of the Shadow Church in the southern part of the Radiant Light. After following my Lord, I gave up my real name and only used 'Hidden' as my name."

Oh, that's the Archbishop of Hidden...

Unfortunately, this sincere self-introduction seemed to have exhausted all the Archbishop's patience.

Or he was willing to say his name just to let this noble enemy die clearly.

Therefore, as soon as he finished speaking, he raised the scepter in his hand, and the shadow twisted into a chain under the traction of the purple fire, rushing towards the direction of the Chosen One.

But unexpectedly, the Chosen One did not have the slightest intention of dodging, and stood there and let the chain hit him, hitting the ground, forming a magic circle that could restrict his range of movement.

This time, the Archbishop was really at a loss. He deployed all the high-level combat forces that he could call from several nearby dioceses, whether he could control them or not, here, just to completely wipe out this pagan leader who had a blood feud with the Church in this Fengying Territory that he had worked hard for many years and had a strong influence.

After all, although being arranged to work behind enemy lines was enough to prove the trust of the Lord God in him, being behind enemy lines meant being too far away from the Church and too close to the bench.

If this continues, when can I be promoted? When can I make further progress?

——I really want to make progress!

Now the Weird Dissenters' Association has lost half of its members. How many people are ready to move, and how many people are making arrangements, just to compete for these few extremely precious seats.

So I must make unparalleled contributions and help the Lord God regain this lost face, so that I can return to His eyes and replace that stupid Shadow Feather Man, becoming His greatest reliance in this life!

But now everything is ready, even the east wind is blowing, and all you need to do is light the match and throw it up, but this target suddenly did something quite unexpected.

No, how could you...

It's like you are at point A, holding a sniper, blocking smoke, throwing flashes, throwing burning, doing everything you should do, and patiently waiting for half a round under the pressure of dead teammates, and finally see the enemy's head out of the window, and his head is right in the mirror without even aiming.

You smile casually, ready to win with an elegant tap, and force your stupid teammate to shut up, but that guy stupidly holds an AK and jumps directly from the window and falls to his death.

Did you win?

Won.

Did you really win?

There is no sense of accomplishment at all.

So the Archbishop's mentality at this time is like Ji Ming, who prepared a full set of weapons to fight to the death with Adele's blood curse and save the life of his assistant from fire and water, but inexplicably succeeded in the mission.

Very uncomfortable.

But Ji Ming's goal was to win, so he won. In the follow-up, he was able to touch the magic armor and eat the news about the two anchors who liked to talk nonsense and smear their own games, which also exposed the shortcomings of this matter.

But now it is different. For the archbishop, if he doesn't fight fiercely and ruthlessly, how can he show his wisdom and bravery! How can he emphasize his loyalty! How...

Ahhhhh!

So the archbishop broke his defense and cursed at the head of the chosen one.

"What conspiracy do you have, you stubborn heretic? We have laid a net, and you have absolutely no chance of escape!"

Ji Ming frowned.

No, I surrendered and waited to be beaten, why are you so anxious?

Okay, I take back what I said before, "Your mental state is worse than that of the evil god believers!"

If we really want to talk about going crazy, it's still these evil god believers.

There was no other way, he could only stop teasing the other party, took out the black crown from his pocket, and put it on his head in front of everyone present.

The next moment, the God's Chosen standing in the center of the venue disappeared instantly, replaced by a tall black shadow.

Admittedly, with Ji Ming's current strength, he didn't need to use other means, the lightning alone was enough to kill the shadow believers present seventy or eighty times, but why do this?

Killing is a means rather than an end, and now there is obviously a better solution in front of him.

So with a strong shadow aura that was almost like the incarnation of the god, he slowly opened his arms and said a sentence.

"Long live the Shadow God."

-We are one of us, brother, we are one of us.

Fortunately, everyone has the consciousness of being a believer of the evil god, wearing a mask, and holding a hood.

Otherwise, after this, Ji Ming thought that there would be more patients with dislocated jaws for him to treat today.

But even so, the field was silent for a full ten seconds, until a laughter that could be described as continuous sounded.

That was the Hidden Archbishop, who finally understood the reason why the Archbishop was going to scream and was going crazy on the spot.

So he laughed for a full ten seconds before finally taking a breath, gritting his teeth, and said sternly

"This is impossible! You must have used some kind of sleight of hand!"

Sleight of hand?

There is indeed a "method".

Ji Ming did not answer, but the shadow under his feet gradually extended, and soon climbed onto the magic chains nailed to the ground, and quietly contained them, turning them into a part of himself.

This is not a destruction by brute force, nor is it a disintegration by clever force. This is assimilation, which means that the magic he uses is of the same origin as the Archbishop.

Oh, if the same origin alone cannot do this, it should be said that this comes from a higher-level power.

But the Shadow Church is not a huge organization like the Holy Light Church, and Wendigo is not a true god who has successfully ascended and can only live in the Kingdom of God as a lonely old man in the future.

Therefore, they do not have a pope as a spokesperson for the gods, nor a cardinal as a power hub. Under the gods are the archbishops who rule over various regions.

Even Yinmi, who is so filial that he doesn't even want a name, is nominally the Archbishop of the Southern Territory of Radiance. In fact, all the dioceses in the kingdom are under his jurisdiction, but the rest of the regions are "administered".

So there is only one possibility that Shadow's magic can be higher than his, that is...

Yinmi's attitude suddenly took a 180-degree turn. If there weren't so many people here, he might have to kneel down and apologize.

"You...you are the Lord God!?"

No, who are you calling a clown sheep who has been defeated in battles again and again!

Ji Ming felt insulted, so he could only stop the riddle and explain.

"No, I'm not, I'm the...shadow God's Chosen."

"God's Chosen?"

The Archbishop was confused again.

Although his contact with God was intermittent due to the long journey and deep behind enemy lines, there has never been a God's Chosen in this church.

But the fact is...his status in the Church is definitely higher than his, so there seems to be no other possibility except God's Chosen.

-Unless he is willing to have a big leader like a cardinal on his head, after all, God's Chosen is just an honor and not a position.

So he can only guess in the best direction, maybe the parliament suffered heavy losses, and God promoted a few talents on the front line to get through this difficult period.

Unfortunately, thinking of this, there was no joy in the hidden heart to know the truth, but it added a bit of misery.

Hey, Kami SAMA~ Why don't you want to tell me, who is loyal and ashamed, about such a big thing?

However, despite the hardship, Yinmi, as the number one filial son, chose to accept it. He raised his scepter to signal all believers to put down their weapons and took the lead in saluting respectfully.

"It turns out to be the Lord of God's Choice. Your sincere brother salutes you!"

Then there was a loud noise, and the believers around bowed and kowtowed, and Ji Ming was a little embarrassed.

Stop kowtow, brother, I can't hold my mouth tight.