After seeing the miserable appearance of the bee-eating Cao Qi and the others, Zheng Shuanglong couldn't help grinning and shaking his head. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the case of having the World Book, it is still played like this, no matter what, it is too bad.

Although the world book is broken, it is also from after Yuki Nagato, and it is also built from various divine tools in the illusory realm, and it is also a god-level treasure that can compete with the demon god, holding such a demon god-level treasure, but it was pressed like this by a small magic association, Zheng Shuanglong really didn't know what to say.

Appearing from behind the bee-eating caucus, not caring about the other party's messy and dusty appearance, Zheng Shuanglong gently patted the bee-eating caucus on the shoulder, and in the eyes of the bee-eating caucus in surprise and surprise, he took the world book from her hand, gently unfolded it, and recited in a low voice: "On Monday, God created the world. Creation of existence and non-existence where there is not even a concept of nothingness. On Tuesday, God divides order and chaos. Defining freedom and unfreedom determines the fundamental general direction. On Wednesday, God adjusts the subtle values. Tedious homework brings wonderful variety. On Thursday, God allows time to flow. The value exploded, creating the primordial milk. On Friday, God sees every corner of the world. Hundreds of millions of years have passed, and the world has opened up very ideally. God fell in love with the world. On Saturday, God rests. Tens of billions of spaces have passed with light. Then, on Sunday, God gave up the world. ”

Sunday when God is away. The spirit of words, the terrible spirit of words, the spirit of creation, and the spirit of words that destroy the world, the spirit of words that was opened from the bloody key of the writer Long Xiu, the original cultivation method of the word master, is also the spirit of words that completely explains the function and origin of the world book.

The world book is the world. The world created by Yuki Nagato was abandoned by Yuki Nagato and delivered to the world of Zheng Shuanglong.

When the words fell, a ripple shook and swept the whole of Japan in an instant. After the ripples, Zheng Shuanglong walked indifferently towards the place where the magic association surrounded and raged in the school city.

Looking at Zheng Shuanglong's back that is not very tall but reassuring, the bee-eating heart trembled slightly, she is a sports idiot, she lacks physical strength, I don't know why she has the motivation to move forward, at the moment when everyone else was frightened and feared by Zheng Shuanglong's behavior, Zheng Shuanglong's power, and Zheng Shuanglong's identity, she followed in the direction of Zheng Shuanglong, followed Zheng Shuanglong's footsteps, and chased Zheng Shuanglong's goal.

Hundreds of magical societies were buried. Except for a very few magicians whose strength was quite good with Lingge, all of them were buried, and they were buried by Zheng Shuanglong's words. Buried by the power of the World Book.

How can a man confront a world, even if the world is broken, broken, and about to be destroyed, but he is still a world. It's a world called the World Book!

Looking at Zheng Shuanglong, who walked over indifferently, the high-level of the Cross Sect turned pale, and the high-level leaders of the large magic associations turned pale. They were frightened by Zheng Shuanglong's strength and Zheng Shuanglong's identity, and they were shocked by Zheng Shuanglong's decisiveness in killing.

In the face of an alien invader like Zheng Shuanglong, who destroyed tens of millions, or even more than 100 million creatures at will, without the slightest patience, there are a few local powerhouses who will not be afraid, and a few will not be afraid.

Powerful, awe-inspiring. Killing, on the other hand, is terrifying. There is power and killing, and it is impossible to resist.

Looking at Zheng Shuanglong's indifferent expression, the cold expression that seemed to have no emotion at all, many high-level members of the magic association roared in trembling fear: "We have lost, but your scientific side should at least give us a little respect." According to the rules, we have the right to exchange our wealth for ourselves, and we can swear never to invade again. ”

These high-level people know in their hearts, and these good hands of the Cross Sect know in their hearts, why are they still invading people's houses now? The earth was beaten into tattered dolls, the masses died at least more than two billion, tens of thousands of elite magicians died, the moon was collapsed by the silver-haired girl, at least one-third of the magic could not be used, and the most powerful demon god estimated that the situation was not optimistic, otherwise this otherworldly invader should be being chased and killed by the demon god, fighting against the demon god, instead of killing the magic association here, in the face of such a terrible strong man, this strong man who can fight against the demon god, what else can they do? It's a good thing to be able to return to the Vatican with your life spared, so where would you dare to ask for anything else?

Is there anything else to do other than pleading, after all, Zheng Shuanglong's identity is different, whether it is to get rid of the pursuit of the demon god, or to kill the demon god, Zheng Shuanglong, who is an invader from another world, now has no demon god by his side to restrain him. In other words, Zheng Shuanglong has now inexplicably become an existence capable of overturning the entire earth.

In the face of such a great existence, such a powerful existence, wailing and surrendering is not a very difficult thing to accept, after all, it is the instinct of life to follow the strong, worship the strong, and obey the strong.

Zheng Shuanglong walked over, politely greeted the people around him: "Whether you invade or not, in fact, it doesn't have much to do with me, I am not a person from the scientific side, and even, I am not from this world, I think all of you know this, after all, when those demon gods are tracking us, you have made considerable efforts." ”

Zheng Shuanglong smiled and squatted on Lola? In front of Stuart, he gently put the supreme bishop of the "Necessary Evil Church" of the Zero Holy Parish of English Puritanism, the de facto leader of English Puritanism, Lola, who was almost disfigured by the words and spirits of the World Book? Stuart picked him up and whispered, "Respectful, well, it should be the English Puritan Lola?" Your Majesty Stuart, you betrayed the covenant, united the forces on the magic side, killed the science side, and purged it, I don't care about this, and it is not worth my attention, how much blood is shed, how many killings are carried out, it has nothing to do with me, an alien invader. After all, I'm not a person from this world, and what happened to this world isn't worth my attention, and even if it's ruined, it won't make me sad. Although I don't see the point of such a campaign, what's the point? ”

"However, there is one thing that I am very dissatisfied, quite dissatisfied, very dissatisfied, that she is holding the world book that I have given me, that is, that she has been sheltered by me. You see, you've attacked the person I've given shelter with a lot of ferocity, you see, she's pretty embarrassed right now. It's bad, it's bad, it's a provocation to me, it's a challenge to my power, and the consequences of this provocation are far beyond your expectations, isn't it? ”

In Zheng Shuanglong's soft words, the embarrassed bee-eater who still couldn't hide his charm finally ran over with difficulty. The golden figure in the sunlight is really quite beautiful, that plump and graceful curve, that is definitely not a beautifully shaped chest that a junior high school student can have, that cute and fair skin, it really makes people wonder, is this second-year student of Tokiwadai Junior High School really a junior high school student?

Looking at the scene in front of him, the bee-eating causal caustic who was a step late with Zheng Shuanglong's pace trembled all over, and almost shouted rudely.

God,All the high-level leaders of the magic association who attacked the school house and the school city before,Why are they lying on the ground like dead dogs?

Who is that gaunt guy with a dim golden light on his body, who looks as if he has been trampled by thousands of people? Isn't that the great sacrosanct pope?

Unlike Mikoto Misaka, who is completely wrapped in sunlight, the bee-eating prayer who has seen the darkness of the world is very clear.,Quite clear information on the magic side.。 Maybe it's not that detailed, but I have a certain understanding of the high-level people.

And, even if there is not enough understanding, the leader of the world's greatest religion, the great being who lives in the Vatican, the spokesman of God on earth, the bee-eater still knows.

It is precisely because of knowing and understanding that we understand their terribleness. Only then did I realize the terrifying Zheng Shuanglong who had just shown the power of the World Book, bombarding everything, and erasing more than ninety percent of the members of the magic association who attacked the school city.

Witnessing these great existences being easily erased like ants in front of Zheng Shuanglong's power, even the bee-eating Cao Qi, who knew that he was probably not in any danger, couldn't help but take a few steps back in fear, and when he looked at Zheng Shuanglong again, his eyes were already filled with a deep respect, or rather, deep fear.

However, in the midst of deep fear, there is a bit of yearning, a bit of longing. A little bit of anticipation.

Lola? Stuart stood up tremblingly, looked at the few remaining more than a dozen magicians under his command, the last elite of the entire English Puritanism, and said in a trembling sweet voice with a bit of hoarseness: "We have paid a heavy price, so heavy that we will no longer be able to infringe on the power of the scientific side in the future, after this blow, there is no hundred years, there are no generations of cultivation, and the entire magic side cannot recover." What do you want, let's say, we can't make a claim. You can kill me, but please let our subordinates go, okay? Sir, you should know that the existence of the Holy See, the existence of the magic side in this world, still has its role. ”

In this forbidden world, the existence of the magic side is not only to maintain faith and the gods in people's hearts, but also to maintain the world.

Where does the demon god come from, in addition to stealing myths, what is needed more is the top magician, who is the person who takes the path of magic to the extreme.

If even the inheritance of magic is cut off, where will you find the person who has the ultimate path of magic?

Zheng Shuanglong smiled lightly and said indifferently: "Indeed, I know, I understand, when I just arrived in this world, at the moment of analyzing the origin of this world, I know the magic side, the meaning of the demon god to this world, but what does this have to do with me, I am just a passerby, people have walked by, the world is destroyed, and the people in the world are dead and dead, it's not a big deal." Do you want me to care about the existence of this strange world without the slightest bond, this is quite an incredible thing, after all, the demon gods of this world have pursued me quite vigorously before, and have shown extreme malice towards me. ”

"You, are you going to kill them all?" Seeing Zheng Shuanglong's indifferent expression, listening to Zheng Shuanglong's words, feeling the coldness in it, the coldness that can freeze everything, Lola? Stuart screamed.

"If there is no compensation that makes me feel worthy, and there is no compensation that can calm my anger, then what if I kill them all, the heavens and all worlds are not merciful, the strong live, the weak die, the big fist is the truth, the power is the right to speak, the gun brings civilization, the range of artillery fire is the scope of the existence of truth, and the nuclear level brings peace, isn't it a matter of course? Isn't it understandable to kill them all? When has the world ever been so gentle?! "Listen Lola? Stuart's sorrow, Zheng Shuanglong couldn't help but look at Lola with a strange gaze? Stuart, whispered.

Facing Lola? Stuart, facing the God Crack Fire Weaving and others, facing this familiar and unfamiliar face, Zheng Shuanglong couldn't help muttering in his heart: "Although it's not my person, but it's the same existence, if it's too much, it seems to be quite bad, sure enough, in the face of these familiar faces, you can't worry too much about him, and it's not good to kill too many people." Hum...... It's too much trouble......"

Listening to Zheng Shuanglong's words, Lola? Stuart trembled, and asked almost pleadingly, "So, then what do we need to pay for you to be able to let us go, you haven't killed us until now, you shouldn't have the intention of killing us, right?" What do you want? Say, if we have, please say it......"

Listen to Lola? Stuart's pleading, feeling the despair in his heart, the higher-ups of the various magic associations around him nodded, signaling to agree with Lola? Stuart's statement.

There is no way to disagree, after all, what is more important in front of your own life. No! Being alive is the hope of all.

Got Lola? Stuart's assurance, Zheng Shuanglong finally showed a smile and looked at Lola? Stuart said softly: "So, guys, swear, swear by your faith, by your soul, by the roots of your magic, to give them absolute safety, absolute protection, as for the medieval practice of exchanging wealth for captives, I don't pay attention to these, I spare your lives, you give them absolute guarantees, okay?" ”

Saying that, Zheng Shuanglong flicked his fingers and put them, after the takiju was straightened out, the bee-eater prayed, and the protection of Elisa, and Sat-Ora? The images of Sekwentsya and the others passed through the minds of those high-level members of the Magic Society, this is the debt left by Zheng Shuanglong's first life, well, it should be regarded as the debt left by the first adventure in the Unreal Realm. (To be continued.) )