(PS:Well,The original plan was to end the god killer with a volume of more than a dozen chapters.,It's just that it's a little dragging down below.,So it may have to be extended a little.,In addition, the next world chooses to cut the world of the sister.,Eh.,That's it.。 ）

In a luxurious but quaint, warm villa like a paradise, there is a group of fairies and female elves who come out of fairy tales, and in this 'daughter country' that seems to be composed of fairies and female elves, the king is the one who has completely broken through the extreme in words - Chen Xiaoyao.

"Darling, look at this news from the Council of Virtuous (Idlers)."

As she spoke, Erica handed over something similar to a newspaper in her hand, and Chen Xiaoyao, who was being fed by Sakuya and Liliana, looked a little embarrassed.

"Oh, yes, I'll see."

Chen Xiaoyao said immediately, and at the same time gave Erica a grateful look in concealment, and then took the newspaper with his hand.

And Sakuya and Liliana also put down the plate with exquisite food in their hands at the same time, and then, Sakuya came behind Chen Xiaoyao, with her delicate and slender fingers gently rubbing Chen Xiaoyao's shoulders, and Liliana came to Chen Xiaoyao's legs, put Chen Xiaoyao's legs flat, and then slowly beat Chen Xiaoyao's legs with her slender white and tender little hands.

This looks like a landlord's old wealth, looking around Erica, Yuri, Huina, Helo, Athena. Metis. Lukurazia. And all the maids around him, led by the two maids Ariana and Karen (PS: Kalian is Liliana's maid), are twitching when they see it.

Then, those who have not learned massage here inexplicably have a strong desire to learn massage at the moment, and those who can massage feel in their hearts that they are slow.

As for Chen Xiaoyao, as the protagonist, he stretched out his arms slightly helplessly and put his mind into this newspaper.

And then. And so it went on for a while.

"It's interesting."

Chen Xiaoyao put down the newspaper in his hand, and then Erica on the side asked curiously: "Darling, what do you think about this matter?" ”

"Well, at a glance, you can see that it's a boring thing made up by some kind of guys with a small eye of the mouse, and the guy who doesn't know the horror of the god killer makes a comment in vain, which attracts people's attention."

Chen Xiaoyao said very disdainfully, and at the same time threw the newspaper in his hand into the trash can in the distance like garbage, if this accuracy was seen by those coaches in the NBA, then it is estimated that they would all cry and shout and kneel to beg Chen Xiaoyao to play basketball.

And the newspaper that was thrown into the trash happened to have the words "The Great God Killer of Recent Times - John. Pluto. Smith died here.

Let's postpone it to a week ago.

The California coast of Los Angeles, USA.

"Godkiller—John. Pluto. Oh Smith! Indeed, you are very strong. Even if. Even if all the magicians in this world are gathered together, they may not have a chance of winning...... But, it's too late now! It's too late! ”

At that time. Ansera smiled with an astonishing momentum, controlling the witch of the sorcerer's association, the god ancestor Ansera, who proudly boasted of her victory.

"Even if our "Lord of the Flies" has been defeated to you several times, we still try to store the essence of water and earth! Hahaha, do you see the violent and crazy divine power in my body? The concubine body is now equal to you, and has become the same as the god-killer - the snake of disobedience! I'm impressed! ”

Contrary to her vicious nature, Ansera's posture looks very pitiful, and at the moment she is slowly disappearing, no, it should be said to change.

The body of a beautiful girl who was originally luxurious changes shape while expanding, her arms shrink, her legs become one, her body is elongated, her neck is elongated, her smooth skin is attached to a layer of scales, and her beautiful cheeks become a reptilian face.

In just a few tens of seconds, the witch Anciera became a huge snake-like monster, a demon snake with a body length of more than fifty meters that could sweep the Venetian seaside.

From beginning to end, it can be compared to a 20-story high-rise building, draped in silver-white scales, like a god-like beauty.

And John the Godslayer. Pluto. Smith is challenging such monsters.

In his short history of less than ten years since the beginning, this situation is also very rare.

A powerful sorcerer, an elf who can freely manipulate nature, and a monster with a huge body that can destroy the city of Miè...... He fought all of them, and he won them all.

So, having fought so many battles, how could it be possible to lose to a big snake.

"No! Smith don't go! ”

Smith was stopped by Jack.

However, Smith shook his head and said, "Can you wait for me a little?" It's not my etiquette to be invited by a lady to dance and refuse...... And even if you don't want to, you can't turn a blind eye. ”

As confident as usual, he was still dressed in black masks and shawls, and he held a steel-colored magic spear in his leather gloved hand, and walked towards the enemy with a long shawl.

That's it, Jack has been dating him for more than a year, and has also seen his back several times.

"Let's send it to your house in a moment, to congratulate us on this little victory...... Tonight, you can see the stars clearly, look at the same night sky, and drink a glass together! ”

No matter what kind of predicament he encounters, he does not forget to be calm, the aristocratic man who is full of fun, the man who does not show his face even if he spends his death together, the man who avoids the secrecy of drinking together, and at the same time the man who brings back a qiē victory.

…… It's just that this time it's different.,Fight to the death with the gods.,A hero with a mask who has the advantage.。

As the enemy's silver serpent chose the countermeasure to self-destruct——!

Burst out the aura of water and earth contained in his body, and want to blow up the Venice region and the god-killers who are fighting for life and death with him.

And then at this pinch, John. Pluto. Smith hugged the serpent. Fly to sea. Try to stay away from land as much as possible. Exploded with an old enemy.

In this way, the god-killer died, but "The Lord of the Flies" was not destroyed.

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A week later, in Los Angeles, at 9 a.m., Jack. Milburn once again set foot in the place where the Godslayer had been killed.

Jack looked at the ocean and pulled out his phone to dial one of the numbers registered on the phone.

…… Got through.

"Long time no see, Alison. I'm Jack...... Although I want to meet directly to convey it to you. But there is no time left, sorry only in this form. ”

After Jack said his parting words, he hung up the phone.

Goodbye, my loved ones.

Goodbye, John. Pluto. Smith.

Jack said goodbye to his important people one by one, then turned and left.

In the blink of an eye, it was three o'clock in the afternoon, Jack arrived somewhere in California, parked his car SUV in the parking lot of Samantha University, and walked towards the location of the Department of Humanities, targeting foreign languages and Chinese.

Entered a research building. But there was no one there, and none of the students and staff were there. There was no one now, but Jack walked straight to the research building and knocked on the door.

"Yo, Jack, you're here. Come on, you see, the current situation is still not optimistic. ”

"So that means that the ceremony of Anshela's resurrection will take place tonight?"

To show certainty, Joe. Benster nodded, he was a well-known researcher in the world of fantasy literature.

The old negro, and the precious magician of good, John. Pluto. Smith's assistant, however, the old man, who had assisted the hero for ten years, had his right knee down all the way down, covered in plaster.

"Ahh The position of the moon and stars tonight, the flow of spiritual veins...... It's all the best time, and Lord of the Flies won't miss this opportunity. ”

With a deep sigh, Benster said that a magician of good like him is a very minority in North America.

Incidentally, the reason for this is probably to make peace with the repression of the indigenous elven beliefs by the witch hunting and the Protestant clergy who emigrated from Europe during the British colonial period...... and so on, related to various events buried by the darkness of history.

"After that, the action of "Lord of the Flies" did not slow down, which is very strange, I didn't expect to have a stronghold in that kind of place, really, how could this be!"

During the week, "Lord of the Flies" continued to be active organically, obviously dominated by distorted beliefs, a cult group that had lost its rationality, and if the powerful leader was absent, it would not be strange for the organization to collapse in the air.

So now, the Los Angeles City Police, SSI (PS: SorcerousSacrilegeInvestigation – SSI Los Angeles Division. The government agency set up for the investigation of magic, paranormal events, and the concealment of related information, which is Jack's profession) and the upper echelons are like brainwashed to have a soft policy towards sorcerers, and only the end like Jack fights alone.

“…… But professor, how did Ansira survive from which explosion? Smith, who obviously died together, is dead, so how did the party that blew himself up survive! ”

During the week, Jack desperately searched for Smith, but instead of a clue, he found out that the self-destructing god Ann Sheera was still alive.

She was found in a devastated state, and although she has not yet regained consciousness, she has saved her life and is protected by the cadres of "The Lord of the Flies", who are estimated to be performing magic tricks for the resurrection of the commander in the next few days.

“…… Don't you think it's incredible that Leviathan is an immortal serpent who can awaken after death? Why did Smith, who can defeat any enemy, die with his opponent this time? ”

Professor Benster's troubled tone, and Jack remembered the sacred aura he had felt that night.

"The name of the snake is Leviathan, a terrifying sea monster inherited from all over the world, and the possessor of the snake's form, inheriting the name of Calamity...... God. At the same time, there are many examples of the goddess of the serpent possessing immortal divinity. Dying with Smith and still alive probably received this favor. ”

"Immortal goddess? How so! ”

To the reflexive answer, the professor asked calmly with a tired smile.

"Do you know why Smith is called the Godslayer?"

"Uh. I think it's a grooming of that guy's very knowledgeable power. It's just a metaphorical table of excess. ”

"Not true. Wrong. That's what it means, that he once killed the gods, that he was the warrior who usurped the mighty power...... Yes, it's the warrior who kills the gods. ”

Champion, the chosen warrior, the king, the king of Shura. Jack thinks back to these majestic titles, indeed. This is the most suitable discourse for the Kamen Hero.

"And the only one who can fight the same as the god killer is the same god killer, or the god, this is an absolute law. That god ancestor Anshera, who changed from a demon of a cult to a snake god Leviathan, is exactly that. ”

"Hehe, is this a joke? It is impossible for a man to become a god! ”

"This is the word of mortals. However, she is not mortal...... Known as the [Divine Ancestor], she is not an ordinary person, alas, how can this be! What a tragedy! ”

A sad expression appeared on Professor Benster's intellectual face.

And Jack, who doesn't know much about magic. He also let out a sigh of distress.

"All in all, the words of Ansira's resurrection tonight. The defeat here is certain, and I don't think the witch will let the professor and me go. ”

"yes, but to be honest, I don't really agree with your proposal."

"But I have to do this, if I want to stop Ansheira's resurrection, the only way to sneak into the scene of the ceremony tonight is to sneak in. Fortunately, due to the decisive battle with Smith, the combat power of "Lord of the Flies" has also been greatly weakened! ”

For people like Jack and Benster who have been battling sorcerers, Ansera's resurrection is the worst factor that can take away any glimmer of hope.

"Don't be impulsive, Jack. It is not yet confirmed that Smith is dead, and since the enemies are not dead, there is a high probability that he, a figure like an immortal bird, is alive! ”

"But it's been a week since then, and if he's still alive, why don't you contact us?"

Jack sadly denied the old man's words, after all, no matter how superhuman he was, it was impossible to survive the explosion.

"Because Smith isn't there, you've lost your cool, cool your head a little!"

"That guy's death is really the reason for my actions, but I'm calm now because I want to hold on to it."

"Hold?"

"Yes, in order to keep the city, and all kinds of important things like you who are important to me."

Jack nodded calmly.

"Hahaha, what an arrogant statement, it's up to you, Jack, what can you hold!"

"Hehe, I know how many pounds and taels I have, but now the man who guards us is gone...... No, it is because of this that I want to do what I can, even if I have only a small strength, but I don't want to escape the responsibilities that come with the dangerous situation now. ”

As for Jack's words, Professor Benster could only shake his head.

"Really...... What a stubborn fool who can't be helped, why are men who are like-minded with Smith so strange! Alas, at least, if this leg was normal, I would have been able to follow! ”

"Oh my God, that's not going to work, I don't want to stumble."

Jack pointed to the old man's right leg covered in plaster with a very exaggerated motion, which was probably some time before it was completely healed.

"Hmph, I know, you big idiot! …… To be honest, I actually understand it, but someone has to do it. ”

Jack struck the old professor's outstretched right fist with his fist, and the two men smiled wryly.

"But you have to remember the advice, as long as it is enough to hinder the progress of the ceremony, I can also provide you with the means to do so, and do not be reckless, although I am considering recruiting warriors of the same caliber as Smith, although it is very irresponsible."

"Huh! Rival that man's storage zài? Is there such a superman in this world? ”

"Yes, but if you come here, I guess it will take a lot of very unfair negotiations."

Jack's words were immediately denied by the old man, and he said in a very bitter tone.

"Even if those agree to hire, they may not be able to act according to our demands, and maybe there will be new fights, and maybe as the price of defeating the enemy, it is very likely that the whole of Los Angeles will be destroyed - alas, if Smith returns, we will not use this double-edged sword."

"What is this, fellows like fallen angels and demon kings."

Professor Benster smiled softly at Jack's loud remarks.

"You're right now. Well, indeed, they are none other than the Demon King...... Okay, that's all for today, it's almost time to give you a trump card, Jack, and give you a lucky bonus. ”

Lucky plus.

This is the power that sorcerers hate the most.

The power of luck, which has been accumulated over many years, can also be said to be the blessing of elves and elves, and this power can remove malicious magic and curses and purify them.

"Is there a suitable container to use it when the ceremony is in its prime?"

The professor looked at his favorite desk. Stationery, books, and notes are scattered in a mess.

"Container...... It is used to put in the protective one. ”

For this sentence, Jack suddenly thought, maybe, this guy can, right?

Jack opened the business bag he was carrying, and took out a steel-colored gun.

Seeing this, Professor Benster swallowed.

"This gun...... I thought it was gone with Smith. ”

"Well, what Smith left behind when he fought Ansira was recovered by me."

The six-shot large-caliber pistol in Jack's hand, with a calm steel color, a heavy and resolute appearance, was not made by a certain manufacturer, but by someone for John. Pluto. Smith's forged spear, the only magic spear in the world.

"If only I could use this guy too."

"No way, this gun is a dark elf forger who lives in the Netherworld, collects scarce oak steel, and is made for Smith, no one but him can use it, but it is just right as a container for protection."

Professor Benster took out the magic spear with a respectful gesture, slowly stroked the barrel of the spear, and chanted prayers.

"Pray that luck is with you, Jack. What you need now is better luck than anyone else! (To be continued......)