They all call me an Outer God.

Chapter 141 The White Mask's Game

"I don't pity you. Your ability to hear objects speak at random times and briefly give them life sounds useful, but it's a rather pathetic meme."

"Raven and sorcerer, these two alone are enough to give you a rather miserable extraordinary experience. No one will like you from childhood to adulthood, but God is different. The Lord will treat everyone equally."

The clown coldly stared at the beasts before him: "Is this why you abandoned the Old God? Those prayers had no effect whatsoever. I should pray right now that He will slaughter you."

"Haha, you love telling jokes, no wonder you're a clown."

The large dog lowered its head slightly, one front paw pointing backward: "I am the leader of the White Mask Cult. Listen to me, I will never lie to you."

“That old god has not been abandoned. Rather, we have always believed in Him. Now that He can take on a different form, isn’t that a good thing?”

"It's just that God doesn't acknowledge us now, which is a real headache for us. For the sake of the harmonious development of our church, we can only ask you to send Him the new prayer. I believe He will be very satisfied."

"and many more--"

The clown finally noticed something amiss: "You said you were going to give the prayer to... Him?"

He suddenly remembered the disordered person who had attacked him with bizarre methods, and a huge sense of absurdity gradually rose in his heart.

The clown probed, "Is He human?"

The person in the white mask could do anything that seemed reasonable, which is why he asked that question.

The big dog continued wagging its tail: "We believe that He is just a faceless being disguised as a human. We feel very sad when we think that our God is still wandering outside."

The entire church is struggling to eat and sleep, so for the sake of the White Masks' happiness index, we hope you can join us.

"Of course, we will also be your strong support. Don't you think it's too unfair to only allow those who have lost their way to have the protection of the plague doctor? I really like your behavior and actions, so join us and we will pass the position of leader to you."

After saying this, the big dog wagged its tail frantically, hoping the clown would agree, mainly because it thought it looked very friendly and approachable.

However, the next second, the clown suddenly drew a curved knife from his waist and desperately stabbed it into its body.

"Get out! Get out! You bunch of lunatics!"

"Ah...it seems you don't like dogs. I have nothing to talk about with people who don't like dogs."

These were the last words spoken by the large dog before it died, having lost all its facial features.

Soon, its body fell onto the road, and its blood seeped into the soil.

The clown, clutching his wound, casually lifted his clothes to glance at his skin—where fish scales had grown.

"Is it that strange slime?"

The clown gritted his teeth and found a place to hide. He held the knife to the fish scales, trying to cut them off, but as soon as he stabbed, he screamed in pain. The previous explosion was just a smokescreen; he was now in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

Tentacles sprouted from the wound on his chest again, and some eyes that shimmered with golden light emerged from those tentacles, watching the clown gradually transform from a human into a non-human fish.

As dawn approached, the fish on the ground had piled up to fill half a warehouse, steaming like a small mountain.

The tentacles slowly extended to the big-headed fish, swallowing them all, leaving only the clown in the middle, covered in a terrible state.

Fish gills appeared on his temples, fish fins grew on both sides of his head, and his whole body shone with a bright silver color.

A white cat passed by and squatted down beside him. This cat still had no facial features, but it affectionately rubbed against the fish.

“These are all His tests.”

"go out!"

The clown was too weak to move. He tried to get up and escape, but collapsed to the ground the moment he sat up. Soon, a group of people whose bodies were completely covered by cloth walked in. They surrounded the clown, pointing at him and laughing at him.

"Your face paint has come off! Your face paint has come off!" "This face is so ugly, no wonder no one likes you. Do sorcerers only find solace in communicating with objects? But those objects don't like you either."

"His main motif is the crow, and I remember crows are portrayed as annoying... So what if we do the opposite of that!"

"This is great, this is great. I've wanted to see the reverse interpretation effect of contamination patients for a long time."

But how do we do it?

How about throwing excrement on him?

"You throw the shit yourself, it's disgusting, stay away from me! You're always the one who's proactive, how come they even hired you in White Mask?"

"..."

"I've got it! Let's all express our liking for him. I remember we have a member with the Cupid meme contamination, where is he?"

"He's here!"

"Quickly, get out your bow and arrows."

Soon, the group seemed to have reached a momentous conclusion. They all turned around, and a patient stood up, his body also wrapped in cloth.

But soon, the person's fabric changed, forming a black robe, and a white mask appeared on their face.

This is the official representative image of the White Mask members; of course, if necessary, their entire church can use this image.

The follower representing the Cupid meme bowed deeply in the direction of the unknown: "Praise be to the faceless and to trade."

"Whoosh-"

The next moment, a bow and arrow appeared in his hand. He aimed the arrow at the clown and shot it through his head without hesitation.

Then he drew his bow and arrow, found a stone on the ground, and tapped the stone a few times with the tip of the arrow.

The clown lost consciousness, and when he regained consciousness, the stone on the ground suddenly spoke.

"Are you alright? With me here, no one can hurt you."

He looked at the stone and inexplicably felt that it was the most important thing in his life.

Subconsciously, the Joker knows what he's doing and his current situation, but he can't help wanting to touch that stone.

The man in the white mask watched the spectacle unfold, but the clown actually stood up for a stone, wanting to protect it and hide it behind his back.

Sometimes being able to hear the voices of objects is indeed a sad thing.

"Run!!! There are no normal people in this group!"

The stone screamed and was suddenly crushed by someone next to it.

"Look, you have someone who likes you now—but it's dead!"

Joker: "You bunch..."

"Don't rush, Cupid's arrow won't cause excessive damage. Let's keep playing! What's next fun?"

The arrow struck his head again, and the next object to be shot was a stink bug next to him.

Then the bug was mercilessly crushed, which elicited another cheer from the White Mask cultists.

(End of this chapter)