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Chapter 164 I am a dog, you are also a dog
After the identity exchange, the originally dissolute Aphrodite became the current Venus, the patron saint of prostitutes.

She still has a beautiful face, shiny and attractive blonde hair, and a well-proportioned figure.

But with only one priesthood left, she had to go to the human world alone and work hard to collect faiths. In order not to be recognized, she deliberately changed her appearance. In the eyes of mortals, her iconic blonde hair turned into deep black, and she also wore heavy makeup and glasses.

The gods can see through her disguise, but mortals cannot, and she does this to distinguish between her clients.

Mortals only need to pay money, but gods have to pay something else.

Although she has been in the underworld for less than a day, she has already developed more than a dozen followers. After all, this is the world's largest red-light district, with many prostitutes and even more prostitutes without customers.

She can bring in customers, which means she can bring in money, so those prostitutes whose business is not doing well are naturally willing to believe in her.

She came to this tavern just to relax and bring some guests to her believers.

She thought it would be difficult to become the patron saint of prostitutes, but she didn't expect it would be so easy to have believers and accumulate faith. She didn't even have to entertain customers herself. She only had to bring customers to the prostitutes, more like a brothel owner.

As a result, no one approached her with her curvy figure. She thought she had entered a gay bar, but it turned out that there was another god here, and she had no idea. It would be terrible if she was taken advantage of by the god at the price of a mortal!

Venus looked around and asked, "Can't they see us?"

"Yes, a little hallucination."

Venus's eyes turned into contempt. This Christ was playing a very bold game.

"Public performance, one thousand units of faith, only one shot."

Well, she thought Christ was here to give benefits to the people in this bar, and the price of one thousand units of faith is not low!
It takes a week for one hundred believers to believe in a unit. If it's a fanatical believer, the number of people and time can be reduced depending on their piety.

Just one unit of faith can now awaken a god and allow a person to gain a little bit of divine power.

The thousand units were a total rip off, but Christ didn't care, for most gods the thousand units of faith would be a huge sum of money, but to Him it was nothing.

He has more than one billion followers, including a million fanatics alone. Although some people have modified the doctrine and divided part of the faith, he still receives millions of units of faith every day. Venus's offer is nothing.

Venus now lives on what she has accumulated in the past. Christ took out a thousand units of faith and shocked her a little, then immediately put these faiths condensed into the shape of gems into his pocket.

"I didn't expect you like this, Christ. Do you want me to dress more coquettishly next time?"

Sitting at the bar, Venus began to perform a special striptease for Christ, but Christ was not here to do this.

He waved his hand and Venus sat back in her chair, fully dressed, with no sign that she had just prepared to perform a striptease.

"Venus, I'm not here to do this with you. I'm here to discuss cooperation with you. The one thousand units of faith are my sincerity."

"Cooperation? What can I cooperate with you on? Do you want to fund me to open a brothel?"

"If you are willing to cooperate, I can also help you open a brothel with money. The price is not high."

How much wealth Christianity has is something only God knows. As long as Venus is willing to cooperate, it doesn't matter if he gives her a few manors to open brothels.

Venus' mind began to wonder, what did she have that would please Christ?
Appearance? Don't be ridiculous. Christianity does not only have monks, but also nuns. There are tens of thousands of nuns who are determined to serve Christ with chastity for their whole lives. How could an old prostitute like her have the chance to serve Christ?
These nuns refused to unite with others, but they would never refuse Christ. Their vow of chastity was made to dedicate their chastity to Christ, who could take it back whenever he wanted.

Strength? That's even funnier!
With her current strength, she can only lick Christ's toes. If Christ needs her power to do anything, then he is not Christ, but little Zeus.

Little Zeus?
Venus thought that the only thing she could trade was her identity.

She is not the Roman Venus, but the Greek Venus!
"You are right. I need you to provide me with information about Zeus and his men's movements. As long as you agree, I will give you a sum of faith every month."

"You want me to be a traitor so that you can replace Greece and Rome and become the only god, just like you did two thousand years ago?"

Venus laughed, then splashed her martini in Christ's face.

He laughed and scolded, "Who do you think I am? Even prostitutes have a home, Christ!"

With a wave of the glass, Venus walked out of the bar angrily. She was also a Greek god. Christ replaced the Greek gods. Her best outcome would be to sleep with the Greek gods and wait for the opportunity to revive. Her worst outcome would be complete annihilation.

The fate of traitors is never good!

"Teacher, do we need to create some trouble for her?"

"No need, she didn't refuse, she will bring the traitor to me."

"Peter, the current church is too corrupt. You should be a shepherd and reorganize the church."

The only Peter who could call Christ his teacher was the founder of the Christian Church, Pope St. Peter.

The Christian Church believes in only one God, that is Christ the Savior, but in addition to God, there are countless saints and angels. St. Peter's status in the Christian Church is second only to Christ, and his strength should not be underestimated.

Venus fled the street in fear, not expecting that Christ would choose her as a traitor, and she even poured wine on his face.

Thinking back now, she was still afraid. When she poured the wine, everyone in the bar showed murderous intent. They were all Christian saints!

If Christ showed even the slightest displeasure, she, as a heretic god, would be killed in the bar.

Christ condescended to discuss cooperation with you, a prostitute goddess, and you are not grateful. You are simply seeking death!

"Venus."

"who!"

As Venus turned around, the world changed. The environment around her turned into grassland, while she was just in the red light district of Amsterdam.

A knight appeared in front of her, a knight wearing a feather on his head and riding a white horse. It was he who brought Venus here.

The knight pointed his lance at Venus and pronounced in a deep voice: "Venus, you insult my Lord Christ, I must punish you."

"Who are you!"

Venus regrets it so much now, she shouldn't have spilled the glass of wine. There are a lot of fanatical believers among the saints of Christianity. Christ is not angry, but there are many people who care about him. Isn't this revenge coming?

"My name is long forgotten, heretic god. You can call me George."

"Saint George? You're a traitor to Roman civilization!"

Venus was right in saying this. When St. George was born, Christianity was still not allowed to be preached in Rome. As a Roman officer, he disobeyed the Roman emperor at the time in order to protect Christians, which in a sense did betray the Roman gods.

St. George was not angry, but raised his spear indifferently and said, "Die, Venus."

There is no way to escape. St. George has a very high status in Christianity, and the accumulated faith and incense is not a small number.

Venus could only hope that the dozen or so believers she had just gained would work hard to spread her name and help her recover soon. Just as Saint George's spear was about to pierce Venus, a dog's head popped out of the air and bit Saint George's horse's butt.

"Moo!"

The white horse whose butt was bitten stood up, causing St. George's spear to deviate from its direction.

The spear turned around and stabbed towards Cerberus's dog head. At this time, another dog head popped out and bit the spear, and the spear and canine teeth collided with each other with a creaking sound.

Cerberus performed a death roll, spinning his dog head and breaking the spear abruptly. He then ate the broken spear heads one by one with a crunch.

The spear made of incense and faith tastes great~
"Cerberus! Are you here to save me? Great!"

Venus cried with joy, it was so good that she didn’t have to die!
"Don't be so happy. We are here to take you to marry Hermes."

"That's right. I'm telling you because I'm afraid you don't know. He has become a eunuch now. Are you surprised?"

Telling a slut that she is going to marry a eunuch is no different from inviting a eunuch to a brothel, which is the ultimate insult.

But now that Venus has escaped death, she doesn't care about all that. It is better to marry a eunuch than to go back to sleep. Besides, she is not a chaste woman. What does it have to do with her whether her husband can use her or not?

Hephaestus's thing is big enough, but she still has affairs everywhere!
Now she just wanted to escape from this place, which was too dangerous for her now.

"Take me away quickly, you can't beat him."

I can't beat him. You actually said I can't beat this guy? We need to have a good chat about this.

"Fuck, you actually underestimated us. This is unbearable. I'm going to bite off his head and use it as a urinal."

"Then go ahead, I'll take her back."

"What? You sold me out? Damn it! You have no loyalty!"

The two dogs were almost about to fight each other, but fortunately they knew that it was important to complete Mogui's task first. Cerberus, with his eyes full of wisdom, let Venus sit on his back and ran into the void with her on his back.

The remaining Cerberus, with ferocity in his eyes, stayed to block St. George. Although the opponent did not launch an attack, he did not leave.

"Cerberus, Hades' beloved dog, you want to fight me."

"Only dogs want to fight with you. I'm here to take Venus back. If you leave, there's no need to fight."

If St. George wanted to leave, he would not appear here. As a god created by incense and faith, he acts completely in accordance with the believers' imagination and portrayal of the legendary St. George, and has no thoughts of his own.

He is the protector of Christianity and the protector of Christ. Since Venus poured a glass of wine on Christ, he must poke a hole in Venus!
It was only because Christ said he didn't care that he only poked a hole in her, otherwise he would have killed Venus.

Cerberus was quite disdainful of him and mocked him: "I am a dog who lives a comfortable life. You are a running dog who looks like a human being. Why don't you work with me? At least you can have your own ideas."

"Cerberus, don't try to shake my faith!"

"Your faith is to betray Roman civilization and become a lackey?"

"It is my honor to die protecting Christ."

"Tsk, your Christ was nicknamed Little Zeus, why don't you protect Zeus?"

The name Cerberus was not a random statement. In Roman civilization, the status of Zeus was repeatedly elevated. Christ, who was known to be omniscient and omnipotent, was indeed called Little Zeus when he was preaching, because Zeus was also considered to be omniscient and omnipotent, and was born much earlier than Christ.

"Do not slander my Lord."

When the nickname Little Zeus came out, St. George lived in Bengbu, and Christianity widely promoted this missionary history, but the nickname Little Zeus would never be written in the Bible.

Only ancient gods like the Greek gods would know about such things. This is dark history and must be covered up.

Bury the Greek gods again, starting with you, Cerberus!
St. George's spear shot out like a dragon, stabbing towards Cerberus's dog head. Cerberus was not afraid at all. He slid under the white horse and bit the horse's leg.

St. George has fought for so many years, but he has never seen anyone so shameless. Who among his previous opponents would dare to crawl into a horse's belly?
They all fought him to the death in an upright manner, and even praised his bravery before they died.

This is certain, all the memories in his mind were shaped by incense. If he looks at the books about himself, he will find that these books are like his own diary, not only what he has done, but also what he has thought.

These books were all written to spread the Christian faith. A large part of his popularity came from these books. There would definitely not be any sinister, cunning and shameless opponents in these books, lest he lose the reputation and face of St. George.

His books certainly praise him, but Cerberus is not a character in those books. As a watchdog, he can do whatever he wants.

It's no big deal to drill into the horse's belly and bite its legs. If he hadn't had a whip, he would definitely have bitten it. Let's see if you, St. George, can stop the mad horse!
"You beast, come and fight me to the death if you dare!"

"Except for the boss, no one has the right to scold me like this. I'm sure you'll have your horse!"

St. George's incense was very strong. Cerberus, who was hiding under the horse's belly, had bitten off dozens of horse hooves and was almost full.

The imperial horse flew into the sky, and an angry St. George tried to get Cerberus out from under the horse's belly.

But he underestimated Cerberus. He had the divine power of roads, which was the law subordinate to space. Wherever there was space in this world, there were roads. Although he could not fly, he could run. So what about air? Couldn't he step on the air?
In other words, he is not the dog in charge of the divine power of roads, otherwise, with his ability to travel through space, he would have robbed St. George of his face long ago.

Cerberus continued to bite the horse's hooves and occasionally nibble on the horse's belly. The irritated white horse was out of control. If he could speak, he would curse St. George to death. Unfortunately, he couldn't, because according to the legend of St. George, he couldn't speak.

"Sorry."

When Cerberus didn't come out, St. George made up his mind, reluctantly gave up his mount and jumped to the ground.

You thought he was going to fight Cerberus, but you were wrong. He was going to make the White Horse and Cerberus explode!

The white horse let out a cry of pain. This was not caused by Cerberus, as he hadn't bitten it yet. This was done by St. George. With a loud bang, the white horse turned into a ball of white light, and the huge explosion enveloped Cerberus, who didn't have time to run away.

In order to protect Christ, St. George was willing to sacrifice himself, let alone his mount.

"You are so heartless. Your own mount died in vain, and you didn't even mourn."

"You are not dead yet. When I kill you, I will use your dog head as a sacrifice to it."

Cerberus who fell to the ground was completely different from before. He looked like a black-backed sheepdog before, but now his whole body was emitting a bronze luster. A snake head grew out of his tail, and his body was as huge as a dragon. All the hair on his body turned into poisonous snakes, constantly spewing out venom and all kinds of dirty words.

That was the most vile abuse in any language that should not have existed in St. George's mind.

Only such a strong and sturdy body can guard the gate to the underworld. His previous appearance was just a deliberate act to act coquettishly towards Mo Gui.

Do you really think that the people imprisoned in the underworld are all good people? How can you keep an eye on the cunning villains if you are not more powerful than the villains?

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