I'm also trying to survive today [Western Fantasy]

Chapter 138 Imprint?nonexistent!

Julian and Owen looked at each other, and had a vague guess in their hearts that the man had given up the tribe just now. Neither of them said anything, but continued to search for traces of human activities in the woods.

The man was quite surprised when he saw this. It seemed that neither Julian nor Owen stayed in the tribe. But after thinking about it, the two might want to get enough information from him, but they didn't either. Ask more.

The three searched for clues together, and soon found traces left by another tribe. The man did not deliberately conceal the clues he found, but instead greeted Julian and the others, as if he had regarded them as temporary companions.

The three followed the traces to the tribe. This time, the tribe they found was stronger than the previous one. There were about two hundred people in one tribe, which was about the same size as the tribe where Julian was sacrificed before.

Their appearance aroused the vigilance of the tribe members. Unlike the previous small tribe, the leaders and priests in this tribe seemed very unhappy about their appearance.

It stands to reason that this was not going well for them, but for some reason, the man seemed very happy.

"What's the matter with the arrival of the envoys? It's not time for sacrifice, is it?" The leader here is a middle-aged man with a beautiful beard.

He had a smile on his face, but his tone was completely different. He looked at Julian and the others with faint guarded eyes, obviously not welcoming their arrival.

Because Julian and Owen didn't understand the things here, they didn't speak without authorization, but just looked at the man quietly.

The man didn't mean to give way, and said directly: "The God of West Asia should have sent down an oracle, right? It will be the next sacrifice soon."

The priest of the tribe is a very young woman. She wears a rare cloth robe and paints a complex and gorgeous flower on her face.

She frowned slightly when she heard the words, exchanged glances with the leader, and then winked at a teenage boy beside her. The boy left in a hurry, and ran back with a pale face not long after.

No need for him to say anything, the priest had already got the answer from his expression, she nodded to the leader with a dark face.

The leader's face turned dark immediately, and he cursed in a low voice, but everyone present, including the man, seemed not to have heard him complaining, and quietly waited for his answer.

The leader glared at the man, "Come in, since the God of West Asia has given the oracle, this time the sacrifice will be left to you. But..." He paused, looking at the man with an uncertain expression: "I remind you You guys, our tribe does not engage in live sacrifices, if you want to make live sacrifices, then get out as soon as possible!"

"What a coincidence, I don't like living sacrifices either." The man said lightly.

The leader raised his eyebrows. Although he didn't speak, his expression softened a lot.

The priest was obviously in the same group as the leader, and upon seeing this, he simply took them to her temple. Anyway, they were envoys in name. Instead of letting them live in the tribe and cause some trouble, it is better to let them They live in the temple, anyway, the temple is still some distance from the tribe's residence, which just prevents them from having too much contact with the tribe.

The structure of the temple here is similar to the place where Julian was imprisoned at the beginning, but there are no old men who seem to be dying but are actually powerful.

After the three of them settled down, Julian and Owen knocked on the door of the man's room at the same time. The man was not surprised that the two of them would appear, and after signaling them to sit down, an open and honest negotiation began.

The man's expression was very serious: "To be honest, you should be able to guess that we are actually in a competitive relationship with each other. It stands to reason that I shouldn't help you."

Julian knew that this was a big truth, but he also knew that this man must have his own reasons for helping them, so he nodded: "That's true, so I guess the reason why you helped us must be asking us right?"

The man smiled: "That's right, you newcomers have been here for a few days, and you can definitely see that this West Asian God is not a good person. In name, he protects his believers, but in fact..." He sneered twice: "Many people can see that his so-called blessing is just to have some fun for himself."

He looked up at Julian: "If it was those other people who followed me today, I would just get rid of them all."

Julian frowned slightly: "What do you mean? Is there anything special about me or my companion?"

The man's eyes turned around the two of them: "You don't know yet, do you? Both of you have the mark of the God of West Asia on your body, and you are his chosen ones."

"What's so special about this Chosen One?" Owen immediately lost his composure when he heard that there was a mark, not to mention that the so-called mark is definitely not a good thing, just relying on the God of Western Asia to leave something on Julian's body is enough He has been in trouble for a long time.

"The so-called god's chosen ones are naturally because you were all sacrifices to the God of West Asia in the first illusion, but you were unwilling to be sacrifices, so you resisted, and you were marked by the God of West Asia." The man said With a cold smile, he rolled up his sleeves and motioned them to look at the mark on his arm. There was a black mark there, probably the mark of the West Asian god.

Julian and Owen immediately rolled up their sleeves at the same time. After comparing them, they suddenly found that one white and tender arm was as clean as new, while the other wheat-colored arm still had half a mark left.

Julian/Owen: ...? ? ? (O_o)

The man also looked shocked. He couldn't help reaching out to touch Julian's arm, but was slapped away by Owen. Puzzled, he wanted to take a closer look at Owen's arm, but was slapped away by Julian.

man:……

What's the matter with you two?Can it be better?

"No...how is this possible??" The man's originally calm expression suddenly burst, and he could clearly feel the same aura as his from these two people. It's not like he hasn't seen other God's Chosen people before. Without exception, there are marks of the God of West Asia on their arms, so why don't these two people have them?

The most speechless thing is, it’s fine if you don’t have one, but gods are not allowed to make a mistake or something these days?But what about the half mark?

I have never heard of any god who leaves a mark and leaves half of it!

The man was stunned, feeling that the development of the matter did not meet his initial expectations.

Then, something that shocked him happened. The half mark on Owen's body was slowly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. It seemed that his arm was about to be as clean and new as Julian's!

(System: ... hiccup!)

The man almost knelt down for the two of them, and looked at them with shock and awe.

Who can make a god's imprint disappear without a trace?

There is no doubt that only God can confront God!

It's just that the man couldn't accept this kind of thing for a while, so he could only look at the two of them with that weird look in silence.

Julian was also very surprised. In fact, he didn't even know the existence of the mark. Owen was happy. Julian's arms were white and tender, and there was nothing obtrusive.

"System, is that you?" Although Julian didn't know the reason for the disappearance of the imprint, it would never disappear for no reason. The biggest possibility was naturally his reliable father of the system.

"En." The system responded, but I don't know if it was Julian's illusion, he seemed to have heard a hiccup...

With the system's response, he calmed down. It is estimated that this imprint is similar to the divine favor he encountered last time. It is an energy ball that can be absorbed by the system. As for Owen's body, it goes without saying that it must be caused by the system. Yes, the system could absorb that imprint when I passed by the little girl, and this time is no exception.

Thinking of this, Julian's heart suddenly moved, and he looked at the man with piercing eyes, frightened him for a while, and stammered: "Is... what's the matter?"

The corners of Julian's mouth twitched, hey, you've broken your mind, you promised to be calm and calm, it's really blinding your resolute and courageous face.

Of course, he was just complaining in his heart, and he didn't even know that a level [-] storm had blown up in the opponent's mind, and he even mistakenly thought that he was a certain god's avatar.

He just looked at the man with a smile on his face, and asked politely: "Do you need me to erase this mark for you?"

The man was immediately overjoyed. Although they were originally ants trapped here by the God of West Asia, ants and ants are still different. These ants with imprints are worse than ordinary ants. After all, having imprints means being trapped by the gods I value it, but the problem is...why do you want to be valued by the God of West Asia!

That bastard god is simply evil, being valued by him means that the difficulty of completing the task is 5 for others, and it is 10 for the God Chosen. If the task fails, you will not even want to die. The God of West Asia is playing.

Removing the mark does not mean that you can escape the control of the West Asian God, but there is hope after all, but the man is inevitably a little worried. He rubbed his hands and asked a little nervously: "If my mark is gone, will it cause trouble?" The attention of the God of Western Asia?"

Julian also thought of this, and quickly asked the system secretly. The system's father said generously, no problem, he can swallow most of the energy, leaving only a little fake imprint still left, as long as the God of West Asia does not Roll up your sleeves and check, it shouldn't be a big problem.

As soon as Julian conveyed this, the man said: Done!

So, under the grateful eyes of the man, Julian gave the system a good time...

The system, which is full of food and drink, digested it contentedly. These energy balls rich in the divine power of the West Asia God can just help him analyze the composition of the West Asia God faster. Once the composition of the West Asia God is analyzed by him, it will be time to swallow the West Asia God. God is not a dream!

After solving the problem of the imprint, the man looked at Julian in awe, no longer daring to hide it, and truthfully told everything he knew.

This West Asian god is as bad as Julian imagined... No, to say that he is bad is an insult to the word bad. This god is simply—— God scum!

His biggest pastime on weekdays is watching them struggle to survive in the arena, and from time to time he has to add some difficulty to them, like the game they saw before when the dead monsters suddenly came back, this is not the first time, let alone the last time.

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