The Missionary of the Second Dimension

"Shut up, Velescana, as an undefeated military god, you are still defeated!" Mekar glared at Velescana with his beard blowing.If it wasn't for the lack of a real body now, he would have swung it over with a stick.

Zhai Nan looked at the two disobedient gods who were quarreling in front of him, and felt helpless in his heart.Even if they joined forces to deal with him before, the relationship between the two of them can still be called bad.

"Well... the time is almost up, I don't want to see that hateful witch." Wellescana frowned, and his expression was obviously displeased when the name was mentioned.

"The curse left by the evil brother and sister of Prometheus has already begun to take effect. The dark Christmas festival that gave birth to the son of the fool and the witch, the secret covenant that can only be successful with the sacrifice of God! Our divine power has begun It's flowing into his body." Mekar also stared at Zhai Nan.

"My power will be used by you. You defeated Mekar, the king of the gods. Let's rejoice! But when we meet again next time, I will bury you with my own hands!" A deafening voice sounded like thunder.

"Okay, I will bestow my blessing on you who was reborn as the god-slaying king!" Wellescana looked a little helpless, but then said in a very serious tone.

"You are the first person to usurp my authority as the God of Victory! You will be stronger than anyone else! And you will continue to be stronger! Until the day you fight me again, keep getting stronger !"

After finishing speaking, the figures of Mekar and Velescana slowly disappeared from the air, like a faded curtain, leaving Zhai Nan alone in this sky...  

"Next time, let's play that game called Fighting the Landlords again."

Dimly, Zhai Nan seemed to hear the young god whispering softly in his ear.

"Really..."

Before Zhai Nan could finally express his emotions, he felt two very powerful forces pouring into the inside of his body. This is what they call the power gained by killing gods.

Everywhere in the body felt heart-piercing pain, every inch of skin and every inch of bone felt as if it had been placed in boiling hot water.

Zhai Nan clenched her teeth, trying not to make a sound.

There is no clear wound on the body, and the healing light has not been able to work.

The power of the two disobedient gods flowed everywhere in Zhai Nan's body, and collided with the abilities he originally possessed. Every second was like a miniature explosion, colliding and then merging.

I don't know how long it took before Zhai Nan felt a little less pain in his body, but it was still very severe.

If the pain is so painful, it can still pass out the pain.

"Is there no good fruit to eat after killing the gods?" 3.8 Zhai Nan complained in his heart.

If it wasn't because there was the sea below, if you fell into the water, you would inevitably drink the salty|salty seawater, Zhai Nan would stop resisting and just pass out.

"Oh, oh, what a strong child. But this is very painful. Seeing you like this, I can't help but feel heartbroken."

An unusually gentle and loving voice sounded beside his ears.

Then Zhai Nan felt as if he had entered a very warm embrace, and a pair of soft | tender hands were stroking | his head.

How long has this feeling not appeared?

"My poor child, is it painful? But be patient, this pain is the price that leads you to the highest peak, accept it obediently, my lovely child."

Chapter 25 Have bad associations with mom?

When the lullaby-like sound rang in his ears, Zhai Nan's consciousness became a little hazy, and he couldn't help but want to fall asleep several times.

But no, if you fall asleep like this, you will not only fall into the sea miserably, but also if you fall into the sea and almost choke to death after becoming a godslayer, Zhai Nan will lose face directly.

"He's really a bad boy, but no matter what, he's cuter than the other six kids."

Seeing it, Zhai Nan opened his eyes hard and saw who was hugging him.

It was a very petite girl, but from her immature face, Zhai Nan saw the gentleness and kindness that did not belong to her age.

After all, the girl in front of her looks like a fifteen or sixteen year old girl, maybe even younger.

Compared with girls, using the term "lolita" or "young girl" can more intuitively express Zhai Nan's current feelings.

Whether it's the figure, the slender fingers, the thin waist, or the small chest|chest.

Rather than using words like beautiful to describe her, it is better to say that she has a very cute childlike face and a small body shape. Her long purple hair is parted on the left and right sides. She is also wearing a thin white dress. She is very short at 16, which makes people feel My first impression is like that of a child.

"I always feel that you have bad thoughts about your mother!"

In this somewhat educative voice, Zhai Nan felt her ears being gently tugged by her hand.

During this joking punishment, the pain in his body became lighter and lighter.

"After this, you have to work hard to survive in this world. I will always be by my side and watch over you."

Although the voice still sounded like a child, at that moment Zhai Nan thought of Nangong Nayue who was the same as her, both of the same body type as a young girl, but with the heart of a sister Yu.

After speaking, Zhai Nan only felt that the warmth surrounding him disappeared in an instant, and his consciousness was reawakened by the cold rain.

"...I haven't asked her for her contact information yet."

Distressed, Zhai Nan fell down from the air.

Just when he was about to mobilize his magic power to fly away, Zhai Nan noticed a very familiar aura flying towards him.

When he was about to fall into the sea, he was hugged by a silver-haired girl.

"Master... are you all right?"

The silver pupils could not conceal the tension and worry, and Qisara kept checking Zhai Nan's body, as if looking for any wounds.

"Don't worry, although the process is a bit off this time, the outcome of the matter is still the same as I thought before." Zhai Nan was held in Qisara's arms, and the white magic power evaporated the rainwater on the two of them, warm and soft| The soft feeling made him not want to come out of it.

Gentle Township, Hero Tomb.

If you can live a gentle life every day, who would want to be a hero?