Roland was of course a little excited.

After all, this is also a kind of recognition. Acknowledging that you have good character, acknowledging that you have the ability, and even more acknowledging that your future ceiling is very high.

But Roland only thought for two seconds and refused. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, I don't know how to offer my faith to the gods."

The angel stood there for a few seconds, and a strange expression appeared on his holy, white and tender face: "Why, this is an invitation from my Lord, shouldn't you feel honored?"

"It's quite an honor." Roland sighed: "But this does not mean that I want to believe in a god."

"Don't want to believe in the gods?" The angel shook his head helplessly. With this small action, she caused a wave of turbulence: "Occasionally, such a magician will appear. Then I want to ask, in your eyes, what is a god?"

"A stronger living body is so powerful that we cannot understand for the time being."

The angel smiled: "I can't understand for the time being? In other words, when your strength reaches your level, will you try to understand?"

Roland nodded.

After hearing this, the angel slowly fell down, standing on the ground, no longer looking down at Roland, and at the same time dissipating the pale white light.

"I am worthy of being the disciple of Goddess Misla." The angel said gently: "Then let's say it differently, how about becoming the followers of God?"

The one who is favored by God is essentially a paladin like Shuk, who is favored by God.

But Roland shook his head.

Shuke is different from ordinary people. He is too handsome and the opposite sex has a very high tolerance for him. Even if he does something inappropriate occasionally, women will not think of him as he is.

But Roland is self-aware and his charm is average.

Besides, the gods are essentially in a "weak" position, and it feels like the gods are raising kittens and puppies.

Of course, some pets can become cat owners because of their outstanding appearance, but Roland does not think that his poor appearance can be treated like Shuke.

He knew that ordinary paladins were trembling and cautious in their work. They would pray to the goddess sincerely every day, and would take time to do the doctrine, striving to fully read and understand the doctrine.

But Shuk is a paladin who is different. He rides the red dragon every day and travels around, does some tasks from time to time, rarely paying attention to doctrines, and even less praying. But he is the fastest-progressing among all paladins.

Every time a few gay friends gather together, Shuke always proudly boasted about what beautiful attractions he visited and what wonders he saw.

He is obviously a combat player, but he has played the feeling of a landscape party.

Roland never jealous of Shuke's relationship with the opposite sex, but he never hoped that he would be like him.

People are different. You may not be able to replicate other people's success and other people's lifestyles.

So Roland was not interested in the matter of God's favor.

In Roland's opinion, the goddess of life most often wants to raise a puppy, or wants to raise a puppy with only sharp teeth. She can occasionally bite people and tease her occasionally to make her happy.

Roland doesn't want to be a puppy.

Pretending to lower his head and think for a while, Roland finally slowly looked up and said, "Sorry, I am not qualified to be a God-fellow."

Although he said he was not qualified, this was an obvious rejection.

The angel is very smart and can hear what Roland means.

She seemed a little angry, but not the more negative anger, but more like anger at herself.

As she was in a bad mood, the two pairs of white wings behind her seemed to become dimmer.

Finally, she sighed helplessly, gave Roland a little aggrievedly, and did not speak. Park Teng flew straight into the sky with his wings, and disappeared soon after.

Only a few white feathers fell.

Roland subconsciously reached out to take it, and then found that it was just an illusion. The feathers passed through Roland's palm and slowly became transparent and disappeared.

Withdrawing his palm, Roland took a deep breath and smelled a scent of kamikaze.

It feels a bit like a green apple.

The angel left, and Roland felt a little tired. He sat on the grass and opened the forum again.

He wanted to figure out what the green halo was used to, and what happened in the winter wind city now.

The previous live broadcast room is still live. The broadcaster seemed to have left the previous place and ran to the vicinity of the Temple of Life.

"Look at the players of the Blade Wings Guild and the Jialan Temple Guild...they have a black leaf mark on their faces."

The broadcaster's slightly obscene voice was very excited: "It seems that the halo has marked them... Wait, the Templar of the God of Light is here."

In the live broadcast room, a large number of white-armored Knights rushed in from the city gate. They were divided into several batches, and most of the knights went to clean up the ruins and rescued the civilians under the ruins.

And a group of strong heavy armored knights began to jointly hunt down those players with black leaves marks on their faces.

As long as you see it, you will rush up like a mad dog. Relying on the advantages of many people and good equipment, you will directly chop the players with marks on your face into meat sauce.

Chop them when they are resurrected.

In the end, two or three hundred players were blocked near the resurrection point of the Temple of Life and could not escape.

Surrounded by thousands of white-armored knights.

Although all the Templars wore helmets and were invisible to their expressions, judging from their unhesitant chopping actions, they had no mercy or forgiveness to these players with leaf marks on their faces.

Full of anger and indifference.

The videos in the live broadcast room show a very bloody picture.

The players' corpses were everywhere, stacked layer by layer, almost blocking the entrance to the temple. Masek flowed like a small ditch, with dozens of them.

The air was filled with a strong smell of rust.

The player in charge of the live broadcast was also surrounded, trembling with fear, and even the live broadcast screen was slightly vibrating, but all the Templars looked at his face and found that there was no black leaf mark on his face, so they ignored him.

Roland withdrew from the direct interval and sent a message in the guild chat circle: "Will that black leaf mark disappear after the player dies a few times? Or will it disappear after that time?"

"No!" Shuke quickly replied: "This group of people is over. That is the divine punishment of the Divine Cult of Life. The leaf mark will follow them for the rest of their lives. And no one who kills the person marked with black leaves will be regarded as malicious murder."

Roland was quite surprised. It seemed that the Silver Wings Guild and the Galan Temple Guild were finished.

Then he asked, "How to deal with gold mines?"

"For the time being, our God of Light is protected and managed. After the matter is over, it will be returned to the heirs of the local city lord.... The local city lord's family is so pitiful. All the soldiers were killed and they were killed. If his wife and children had not been hiding in the secret path and escaped, they might have been exterminated by the Jialan Temple Guild."

Roland sighed, and it turned out that he was a little proud of his player identity.

But now seeing the tragic situation of Dongfeng City and hearing the experience of the city lord's family, he suddenly felt that the players did not seem to be much better than the natives in this world.

If you see enough benefits, you will still kill and set fire and do everything evil.
Chapter completed!