I suppressed the weirdness in the shelter

Chapter 227: The Alliance of the Apostles

Tonight, the watchful eye of "fate" has caused undercurrents to surge beneath the peaceful exterior of Shenhui City.

Bored, Mr. Clown looked out the window, where he could see the guesthouse where the kingdom's representatives were temporarily staying.

To be honest, the Joker originally thought that facing the "Chaos" demigod was already a terrifying event, but at this moment he suddenly felt that it was nothing.

After that, the Joker changed his address and decided to keep an eye on Wyatt for a while to see how he reacted.

The Joker eventually came to the conclusion that Wyatt also chose to stay out of the spotlight for a while.

But he did not give up, he would always face the "Chaos" demigod.

For the Joker, this kind of waiting was the most boring. He had originally planned to leave Shenhui City soon. After all, there was no room for the Music Aid Association to function here.

But tonight his interest was ignited again, and it burned more fiercely than ever before.

He discovered the gaze of "fate", an extremely direct gaze.

In the past, the sight of gods would be concealed. If not, it would be equivalent to letting humans witness the true appearance of gods.

No one wants to look God in the eye.

But if there really is a god casting a direct gaze, then for the target of the gaze, there is only one way out, and that is death.

The Joker was the first to learn that the "Destiny" force in the City of Divine Glory had been eradicated. He was originally amazed at why there were actors in the city, but he didn't expect that there would be even greater fun tonight.

Pink pus began to secrete from the clown's cheeks. The amount was not much, but it smelled terrible.

This is a sign of degeneration.

The higher the life's status, the more sensitive it is to pollution.

As the apostle closest to the scene of the incident, the Joker will naturally be affected.

But he did not run away. Instead, he came to the window, leaned half of his body out, and stared with wide eyes at the room where the pollution came from.

More and more liquid was secreted from his face, as if his whole body was about to melt.

But he just wanted to see if Wyatt could survive under the watchful eyes of "Fate".

Finally, he got the answer he wished for.

He could feel that there was still a terrifying life in the room, and it was very stable, with no signs of degeneration.

The clown was ecstatic. He wiped the pus off his face and stepped on the windowsill. He decided not to leave.

There is still a lot of fun in Shenhui City, which is much more interesting than blowing up the goddess statue. It would be a huge loss if you just leave like this.

It is very easy for an apostle to sneak into somewhere.

Although Wyatt was a person who required vigilance, as the Joker got closer to his room, he understood what he meant.

Since the owner of the room acquiesced, the clown just pushed the door open and walked in.

After entering, the Joker looked around the room.

It's quite tidy, and it looks like the person who cleaned this room was quite careful.

But the most important thing is that there is no problem with this room and there is no pollution left.

Even the Joker could feel the remnants of "holiness", which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Not only did you withstand the stare of fate, you also found the time to purify the pollution, and saved everyone in the house. Even when the pollution broke out, you didn't let it leave the house."

"No need to say more compliments, let's talk business."

"Oh, you know why I came here. Is the thing in your hand the script? Did you just become an apostle of "Destiny" by chance?"

"You can be an apostle just because you want it?"

"Isn't it for you?"

"...Well, the reason I knew you would come was because I saw this part in the script."

"What the part about me says."

"I only read half a page, and it said that we will have some beautiful memories between us." The Joker smiled knowingly. Since Wyatt already knew why he was there, there was nothing to hide.

Ever since discovering that Wyatt was still alive, the Joker planned to join forces with him to cause big trouble in Radiant City.

For example, cutting off the path to deification for that demigod of Chaos.

This must be fun.

Besides, you might even gain some interesting knowledge.

The Joker pulled over a chair and sat down opposite Wyatt in a familiar manner. He knew very well that Wyatt was now eager to know information about the demigod.

Any information was invaluable to Wyatt, as he knew very little about the demigod.

"Let's have a simple cooperation first. I'll give you the information you want, so what can you give me?"

"How can I be sure that your information is correct?"

The Joker smiled bitterly and expressed his understanding of Wyatt's doubts.

He then unbuttoned a few buttons down his collar, exposing his entire chest.

Hidden by the clothes was a crack that shone with a pink luster, extending from the center of the clavicle to the lower ribs.

The clown stroked the scar and explained its origin.

"I have met her once. You are also an Apostle of Pleasure. You can definitely guess what I did."

"You spied on her."

"Yes, and then there was this scar."

"Did she hurt you?"

"No, I have to thank her. If she hadn't sealed it in time, it wouldn't be just a scar."

"It seems that she is more difficult than I thought. So what did you see?"

"So many things, complex colors, noisy whispers... "Eternity", "Order", "Power", "Disaster", "Chaos". "

"Honestly Wyatt, I thought you were heavyweight enough, but I didn't expect there was an expert."

Wyatt knew exactly what the Joker meant.

This demigod contains five completely different apostle persons.

Did she break the restrictions, too? Or did she take the apostleship from someone else through some unknown means?
No wonder her journey to becoming a god is about to be completed. It’s no surprise that she can achieve this.

Looking at Wyatt who was lost in thought, the Joker also raised his own questions.

"It's better for us to be honest with each other. For example, how many copies of your apostleship do you have? Are there as many as hers?"

"There are only four copies, so there is no conflict with her."

"Holiness, evolution, omniscience, enjoyment..."

The clown smiled playfully, and the two of them had the same thoughts at this moment.

There is no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.

"Power", "Chaos", and "Disaster", the least picky and best fighters among the ten gods, are all in the hands of the other party, and their chances of winning are not great.

"How is her journey to becoming a god?"

"Only one step away."

"So there's only one step left..."

"Why, you figured out a solution."

"Want to have some fun with me?"

"I'm here just to have fun!"

(End of this chapter)