Super God Gene

Hanson was shocked that the purple copper palace was a void. It was a purple copper building, but he couldn't see the boundaries and copper walls.

Countless moons revolve around a sun, as if it had existed in ancient times.

The baron who pushed the door, stood silly at the door, Wood was excited, pulled the baron apart, walked into the door, and all four marquises followed him.

Hanson was wondering, Wood, how they got so brave that they rushed right in without anyone looking, which was not Wood's style.

At a time when Hanson felt strange, he saw Wood stepping in the void, kneeling like a knight, in the direction of the sun, and praying: "Lord God, your most faithful servant of the Ribbett tribe greets you. ”

Hanson and others were about to lose their eyeballs. I thought there was going to be a big war. The painting style changed a little too quickly.

“It seems that the god on the mural who was worshipped by the Rebbets was originally a round of sun, and no wonder he was carved into that look.” Gu Tincheng whispered.

Hanson also understands that no wonder the Rebbets did not preach the history of their defeat against the Uzbeks, and now it seems that they have not defeated the Uzbeks at all. Otherwise, writing a history of heroic poetry as a victor, even if they were once Uzbeks' subordinate races, can be described as the rise of races and resistance to oppression.

The Rebbets shut up about the Uzbeks, that is, there is only one possibility that the Uzbeks did not defeat them, only that something went wrong with the Uzbeks and let the Rebbets pick up a cheap price to occupy the narrow moon. They were not sure whether the Uzbeks had disappeared altogether, so they dared not say anything.

“It is rare that you remember me, the god, who came here to offer a sacrifice. What do you want?” From within that sun-like sphere, there is an ancient voice.

“Lord Goddess, under..." Wood's words reached his mouth, but his heart seemed hesitant and his face twisted.

Wood came at the behest of the Black Moon King, and in fact the promise he made was what the Black Moon King wanted, but coming here made Wood feel compelled to give birth to a few other ideas.

The inner struggle, Wood's gloomy shade, slowed down for a while, and prayed again: "Lord God, I would like to ask you for a spark. ”

After all, Wood did not dare to disobey the orders of the Dark Moon King, but made the wishes that the Dark Moon King needed.

The sun-like sphere said, "You should know, it's just a sacrifice like that, not enough for a spark, and you need more sacrifices. ”

Hanson and others were shocked to hear this, and if there is a need to sacrifice life, the creatures here are afraid of some danger.

It's just not what Hanson imagined, but Wood pulled a box out of his arms, opened his hands in front of him, and said to the Sun Goddess, "Lord Goddess, this is the sacrifice below. ”

Wood's box flew automatically through a moon and into the Sun-like sphere.

After a while, the Sun Goddess said, "Okay, enough sacrifices, your wish will be fulfilled and you will get a spark. ”

Speaking of which, since a small cluster of flames had flown out of the sun, the golden flame was the size of a flame on a candle and slowly flew into front of Wood, who was already ready to take out an odd black jade vial and put the golden flame into his arms, carefully covering it and putting it into his arms.

“Thank you, Lord God.” It was only after Wood's salute that he asked, "Lord Goddess, is there another place to make a wish? ”

“None, all three wishes have been fulfilled.” The sun gods speak with that ancient voice.

“Did Count Chiron make two wishes? Where did he get so many sacrifices?” Wood's face changed.

"Count Chiron made only one wish, and not long ago, a Viscount came here to make a sacrifice, and with your wishes, all three wishes have been fulfilled. ”

Wood looked a little ugly: "A Viscount came here to make a wish? Who's the Viscount? ”

“You can back off now.” The Sun Goddess did not answer Wood's question.

Wood dared not disobey the orders of the Sun Gods, and after the salute withdrew the four marquises from the Purple Copper Palace, but looked a little ugly.

Hanson had a slight change of heart at the moment. A Viscount had made a wish before they came here. It probably sounded like Viscount Wind, but Hanson was a little confused. If the Viscount Wind made a wish with a sacrifice, how could he die?

Wood, they had just left the palace, and the voice of the Sun Goddess came out again: "If you're here with a feather, why don't you come in and make a wish? ”

Everyone is a beam, not knowing to whom the Sun Gods are speaking.

But Hanson was moving in his heart: "What the sun gods say about the feathers, is that the iron feathers? ”

“With the feathers, you can make an extra wish to this angel.” The voice of the Sun Goddess sounds again.

Everyone, look at me. I look at you and wonder who owns the feathers.

Hanson shrugged for a moment and walked into the hall, looking at Wood, they all changed their faces.

“Lord Goddess, what are those Ulu seals?” Hanson didn't make a wish and asked a question first.

The Sun Goddess replied: "Count Chiron made a wish to support one of my Ukrainian bloodlines. The growth of the Ukrainian bloodline naturally requires supplies. The creatures marked with the Ukrainian seal are all supplies of Ukrainian blood. ”

“How, Lord Goddess, can you completely erase those Ulu seals?” Hanson asked again.

The Sun Goddess seemed particularly patient and answered Hansen's question: "There is no need to erase it. As long as my Uzbek blood hatches out, the Uzbek seal will naturally melt away, not only will it not harm the creatures, but it will also turn into a tiny bit of Uzbek blood and improve their physical condition. ”

Hansonton understood why the Sun Goddess was so kind and answered so many questions.

But now Hanson has to keep asking: "How can we incubate the Ukrainian bloodline without dying? ”

“Find more supplies than you need to hatch and you can naturally save your life.” The Sun Goddess spoke softly.

“Besides that? Isn't there a way we don't need supplies?” Hanson frowned.

“You can use your wishes to erase those marks. You have too many questions. Now make a donation and make your wishes.” The Sun Goddess said.