Why am I the only male apprentice of the evil queen

However, after these elite monster-level angels descended along the beam of light, the first people to greet them were a purple-haired woman holding a Gaia creation stone dagger, and the ghost king and god holding a pair of long and short swords.

Tasia doesn't speak much, and is very satisfied with these gods-level enemies: "Discuss among yourselves who you plan to keep as a living survivor, and then go to him to report it, so that you can squeeze out the divinity of Eden for yourself."

Cherubim crossed his hands to protect his chest, and his huge six-winged wings unfolded from the closed state, igniting pale flames. Through the expressionless mask, only a pair of sullen gray eyes could be seen.

"Arrogant, you are guilty!"

Tasia and Cherubim quickly got into an intense battle. It was rare for Fenmu to see Tasia not suppressing the enemy immediately, but instead showing a comparable level of strength.

But looking at Tasia's gradually distorted smile, she seemed to enjoy this more durable enemy.

Fenmu did not show weakness, and after urging the Ghost King and God to save lives as soon as possible, he also picked up the weakest angel as his opponent with a knife, and crushed it with the help of his equipment. From time to time, he also poured a bucket of energy potion on the opponent, crushing him very righteously. Suppress your opponent.

...

Angel Se was trapped in Fenmu's private dream. She had no way of knowing the situation outside. The only thing she could know was that "the Star Array was activated and responded to."

"This request for help is a signal of the highest level. The still-living Holy Angels will definitely respond. With them working together to attack, the man who is only a demigod is nothing to fear."

But it shouldn't be. Angel Se clearly felt that at least five holy angels responded to the call for help. Their attack must be with the will to win, they could not lose, and they still won with thunderous momentum.

But...it's been so long, why hasn't there been any movement?

It is impossible for a mere demigod to withstand the combined attack of the holy angels!

Suddenly, there was a strong ripple in the dream, and the angel thought that his companions were coming to rescue him, but it turned out that one after another, the holy angels were shackled and thrown in.

The holy angels, without exception, were all in a state of broken armor, unconsciousness, and scars. Under the broken silver armor, their snow-white skin was exposed, which was different from that of the Ser Angels.

Ser Angel's already gray face became even paler, and emotions such as shock, astonishment, and confusion appeared on her expression.

Fenmu walked in quite proudly, holding a chain in his hand, and the other end of the chain was connected to the neck of the Holy Angel: "They are all captured alive, not bad, not bad. This should be able to efficiently produce the divinity of Eden. But this complexion Why is it different from Angel Serangus? It can’t be a fake, right?”

Chapter 64 The Gospel Land

For these Edenic beings whose existence form is close to energy, everything can be fake, but only the divinity of Eden cannot be deceived.

For this reason, Fenmu was so kind-hearted that he customized a complete set of automated animal husbandry...equipment for harvesting Eden's divinity for these angels.

One end of the device is connected to the hearts and minds of the hypocritical angels, restraining the two angry peaks of the angels, and gathering together the sucked-out Eden divinity.

Now, the hands and feet of the angels are controlled by steel shackles, and they are detained on a specially made torture rack in a kneeling position with their waists slumped and their buttocks raised. The indescribable positions of the angels are branded with the slave mark of shame.

Fenmu couldn't bear to see them dressed in rags, so he couldn't bear to change them into a bikini-style cow costume, which made them look more decent.

I don't know if it was the voice of the holy angel, but it said viciously: "Beware of the malice and original sin in your soul backlashing you!"

"You may not believe it, but I am a person who keeps my original intention in mind, and my heart is so clear that there are only two big words - Beautiful Buttocks!" Fenmu sat next to him and watched the continuous flow of Eden's divinity pouring into the collection container, feeling very happy. "Do you think my beautiful butt will bite me back? That would be great."

"Lord Holy Angel, it's my fault, I shouldn't have called you here." Angel Angel was very upset. He originally wanted to bring in reinforcements, but he never thought that all his superiors would be brought in, and he would be reduced to such a humiliating situation.

The leader of the angels shook her head, saying that she was not to blame. The long golden hair of this holy angel had lost its dazzling brilliance and was haggard and messy. She could not speak to respond to the spiritual palace guard.

Several angels in the Holy Angel Sequence are immortal. As long as Eden exists, they can always be resurrected, but it is just a matter of time.

No matter how unbearable the situation is, self-destruction can solve everything.

But something strange happened now. The slave marks imprinted on their bodies prevented them from self-destruction. Now they really seemed to be disabled without any resistance, and they had to absorb the divinity of Eden.

Cherubian thought about it, and found that there was only one being in the world who could display this level of slave pattern, the purple-haired god who drifted into this world an unknown number of years ago.

"You who don't interfere in the world, have you started doing this kind of thing?" Quan Angel's voice also sounded in Fenmu's private dream. Her tone was easy to recognize, majestic and domineering.

[Tell them to shut up, it’s a bit noisy. 】

Master Anna's voice rang out, overpowering the angels' nagging voices of reproach, as if they had all been forcibly silenced.

Fenmu felt that he was very innocent. He had done everything he could and had already physically silenced the angels with ball-shaped mouth straps, but their voices could still be heard.

"Well, I've found something to stuff in their mouths, but they can still make sounds. What should I do?"

[Take a longer wooden stick, carve this curse pattern into the end, and then block their mouths. 】

Banning has to be so complicated...

Fortunately, Fenmu now has strong hands-on skills, so he no longer has to cut wood for carpentry. He can just light up the iron ore into the shape he wants.

But there has to be a reference for this kind of play. When it comes to gambling on girls' mouths, Fenmu is still very experienced, and he immediately forged several lifelike forbidden iron rods according to his own size.

After burning the curse pattern, Fenmu gave each angel sister a mandatory silence package. Worrying that they would spit it out, Fenmu also equipped them with a mask.

"It's finally quiet."

Facing the angels' looks that were so shameful and angry that they wanted to kill, Fenmu sat beside them contentedly, enjoying the time and taking a quiet sip of tea.

"Don't worry, there is still a lot of equipment in this set. If you can actively report your fellow angels to come over and donate some precious divinity to restore the Ark of the Covenant, then your pain will be less. Everyone is for me, and I am for others. people."

To be honest, before waiting for Eden's divinity to be collected enough, Fenmuda can give these holy angels some piercing attacks from behind, allowing these unruly and hypocritical angels to have a deep taste of the pure body fluids of pure-blooded humans!

But Fenmu was worried that they would collapse, so she didn't dare to act rashly or act recklessly.

Even a simple bottle of energy potion is extremely poisonous to them, not to mention the bodily fluids of pure-blood humans.

He can only produce a few angel cows of Eden's divinity now, and if he breaks them, he will be in trouble.

In addition, there is one small detail that Fenmu cannot accept - angels are really androgynous!

Ordinary angels are fine, but holy angels really belong to the category of perfect beings, possessing the advantages of both male and female, and do not need to complement each other's shortcomings. She...they are free to choose their own gender.

Among the captives Fenmu had just acquired, Angel Quan and Angel Cherubim were typical perfect beings.

The two have plump figures with bulges in front and back, with snow-white skin and rosy skin. There is no extra fat or extra fluff on their bodies. Their huge bodies of 1.9 meters not only do not highlight their shortcomings, but instead magnify their shortcomings. All body-building benefits.

Quan and Cherubim were imprisoned on the ground in a kneeling position, and the pear buttocks were also of the highest quality.

But if he walked behind her and saw clearly the beast hidden under the skirt of the holy angel, he might be confused about their names, not knowing whether to call them brother or sister.

Fortunately, when she met the Ghost King and God, the source of her power had been separated, otherwise it would have been a real diatribe!

To sum up, Fenmu is very fond of these angels.

"I have to think of ways to improve this equipment in the future, so that if I encounter restless goddesses in the future, I can invite them in as guests and ask them for some divinity."

...

"It turns out that Jueji can be poured out by divinity, which is a bit downgraded."

Fenmu looked at the Ark of the Covenant in front of him. Two majestic angel statues faced each other, and two dark golden bars were attached to the long sides of the Ark... It looked like it was easier for black people to lift it. The handle of the coffin.

In the past, Fenmu cherished the pieces of the peerless martial arts that she had unexpectedly obtained, and kept them piece by piece in her private dreams. However, this new peerless coffin was forged from her own hands, and she did not have that sense of cherishment.

He found a rope and tied it around the neck of the angel statue, dragging the Ark of the Covenant to the place where the craftsman's obsession was the most intense, just like dragging garbage.

"Let me see what Gospel Land is all about."

The white light in front of him was like a sea of ​​**, boundless and despairing.

A woman's figure appeared next to the Ark of the Covenant. Fenmu was cautious at first, but soon relaxed.

This woman should be a phantom, a memory of existence and the past, only appearing in response to the appearance of the Ark of the Covenant.

The woman crouched down and looked for something, and finally took out something from a vague cabinet, stopping the white body in front of her and opening a path.

Ahead seems to be the entrance to the land of gospel and the exit to this land of suffering.

...

The current situation is stormy and snowy.

The Territory of the North continues the previous severe cold in peace, and everything continues to move forward in an orderly manner. It has been almost half a year since the last mysterious dream opened.

Furnace Town has been much more lively recently. Everyone can forget what happened half a year ago, but the dwarf craftsmen in Furnace Town can't!

As a race dedicated to pursuing the pinnacle of forging, the dwarves have always regarded craftsmanship as the highest pursuit within the clan. Even their own realm cultivation only exists to assist in the improvement of forging skills.

Fenmunasin's ability to forge weapons by hand was a huge shock to every dwarf craftsman. As soon as he returned to the dwarf territory, an insider spread the legend of forging in the wind and snow to the clan.

To this end, the dwarves specially organized a wave of team building... clan building, and sent a team of outstanding craftsmen to inspect the situation on the spot.

Investigate the mineral materials used at that time and the forging place, and deduce from the clues left at the scene what kind of forging heritage the man named Fenmu has!

The investigation lasted for a month, and the dwarf investigation team came to a serious conclusion-nothing was discovered!

"Elder Hatton, should we go back? According to Lord Edshalan, the craftsman named Fenmu has gone into seclusion and will not be released for another half a year."

The news of that mysterious dream will definitely not be disclosed to the dwarves casually. Even if the dwarves are hired to apply for the job, Edshalan will make the craftsmen make a death contract. If they tell the truth, they will be punished by death. Therefore, the dwarves Except for a few high-ranking people there, very few people knew about the existence of this dream.

Edsalan's investigation of the dwarf envoy was of course an excuse for Fenmu.

Although the old craftsman who is called the elder has old skin and white beard, his muscles are still strong. The dwarf Hatton said:

"This trip will take several months. Wait, when that young craftsman comes out of confinement, I really want to see if he is as good as the rumors say!"

Suddenly, from the place where the Ice Imperial Realm sealed off the cracks in the dream world, there was a huge wave of terror.

Hatton was frightened and asked: "What's going on? Why do I feel like there is a dream that is about to collide with the real world! Someone come and inform Lord Edshalan!"

This fluctuation only lasted for three breaths. Before the dwarf who was about to report the news had even taken a few steps, a crackling sound resounded throughout the entire Northern Territory.

Oops, could it be that other dreams have crashed over? !

As soon as Hatton's idea arose, his attention was quickly attracted by another familiar breath.

Dwarves pursue the pinnacle of blacksmithing throughout their lives. Even on their wedding night, they have to traditionally judge who is superior and who is inferior (referring to their future family status) based on their blacksmithing skills.

It was impossible for Hatton to mistake this kind of aura. Her eyes were splitting, and she was so shocked that she could hardly speak: "This aura is that of a forged object... The quality can no longer be described as legendary. Could it be that there is The new ultimate level?"

A group of dwarves rushed toward the center of the fluctuation like crazy, and then they saw a man dragging a "coffin" out, followed by a group of noisy women.

Fenmu looked at the snowstorm in front of him, dumbfounded, and cursed: "That's great, it turns out this is the land of the gospel!"

Chapter 65: Hate to become a shareholder

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"I thought that the Lord of Eden would come out at the end, but I didn't even see the shadow. It's a pity, otherwise I would have tasted whether the Lord of Eden's divinity is fishy or not."

Fenmu took a sip of hot wine tea and reported to Edshalan what happened in the Dream of Eden.

It was originally agreed to report safety every day, but due to the blacksmithing process and the subsequent long process of squeezing Eden's divinity, Fenmu even put aside reporting safety.

Come here now to apologize and explain what happened in that dream.

"You showed up early, which gave me peace of mind, but it also brought a lot of trouble." Edsalan was tired, somewhat blaming him for increasing his workload, but there was no blaming tone.

First of all, the biggest problem is the dream. The Dream of Eden collides with the Northern Territory. Although it is relatively stable, it is difficult to guarantee whether there will be any problems in the future.

Secondly, the dwarf craftsmen were crying and shouting that they wanted to see Fenmu.

Fenmu knew these things and continued to drink tea to cover up his embarrassment.

The specialty of this northern territory is spirits. Spirits can dispel colds and warm the body, and have derived many by-products. In short, everything can be mixed with wine. Milk for babies can be mixed with wine, hot tea can be mixed with wine, and food can be mixed with wine. If you can use all the bread, just soak it before eating.

But this drink of wine and tea is really something, and the taste ratio is well controlled.

Fenmu burped: "Those things are actually easy to solve. Let's use that dreamland as a forging place in the future, and move the Furnace Town into it. The craftsmen's obsession is so deep, maybe a few new star craftsmen will come out by leaps and bounds. There are no If there is anything dangerous, if an angel or something appears, I will arrest her on the spot."

Edshalan was surprised by his calmness, but the look in his eyes was more of approval:

"Should I say that you are indifferent to fame and wealth, or are you overconfident? If it were dwarves, they would definitely monopolize that dream and would rather destroy it than let outsiders in."

Fenmu waved his hands calmly and said truthfully: "Actually, I have my own plan."

"Oh?" Edshalan felt that it would be something interesting. "What are your plans?"

"The average level of these craftsmen now is not good. They are too ignorant to realize how powerful I am, so they have to give the new craftsmen behind them a chance. As their level rises, they will be able to appreciate my height more. Also, I want to see Let’s see if the new craftsmen in the future will come up with novel forging ideas.”

This made Ed Shalan not know how to respond to his words. Few people could write "I want to show off" on their face so openly. The key was that they couldn't refute him in the forging field.

If those dwarves wanted to see him, their blood pressure would probably be so angry that it would break through the Tianling Cap.

Seeing that the senior sister was silent, Fenmu's sitting posture became slutty, she lifted her legs out of politeness and continued:

"As for the dwarf craftsmen, there is no need to meet each other, just say goodbye by fate. Meeting me is a waste of my time at their level and they are not worthy."

Edshalan nodded. We can understand Fenmu's arrogance. The basis of friendly dialogue is equal status. Just like she will not accept an audience from a commoner casually, otherwise everyone will bother her. How she handles it is more important. thing?

Those dwarves just haven't figured out their identities right now. If they want to meet someone, they must at least show sincerity. They keep saying "I want to meet someone", as if they owe them a debt.

"Well, I will reject it for you from the dwarves and see what chips they are willing to put up to buy a chance to meet."

Senior sister, what you said made me sound like a person who has no profit and can’t afford to be early. Am I the kind of person who cares about transactions? - Fenmu originally wanted to say this, but when I heard Ed Shalan added it After saying, "Dwarves have been forging for generations, I'm afraid they have accumulated a lot of rare materials." Fenmu fell silent.

"Then I'll bother Ed Shalan."