Tribute to the Demon King

Liliana's throat rolled in the distance, moaning in a voice that only she could hear.

How could there be human beings in this world who can beat the God of Disobedience on the frontal battlefield?

No, such a monster can never exist.

To admit its existence is to deny all human abilities.

After all, it is common knowledge that humans cannot defeat gods.No matter how great a human being is, even if he is as strong as Paul, he will never be able to suppress the God of Disobedience so easily in a frontal battle.

Violent shaking appeared on Liliana's face.

"...Erica, what kind of monster is your teacher?"

"It's not some monster—that's my teacher, Lily."

Erica said so proudly and calmly: "That's why I took the risk to stop St. George before."

Looking at Zhou Yi who was fighting bloody battle, her eyes shone with unprecedented brilliance.

Zhou Yi has already given her the best demonstration of how far a mortal's martial arts can go.

This will be my most profitable class, teacher.Erika murmured, her eyes sparkling with dazzling longing.

In this short period of two sentences, St. George has been cornered.

"I've seen through it, your swordsmanship—"

Zhou Yi, who was shouting freely, unleashed a miraculous spear technique in one breath.

Between the brows, the neck, the heart—

All stabbed towards the vital points, a three-combo strike like a thunderstorm.

However, the flash of light that could not even be seen was bounced off by the sun-like blade that suddenly flashed by.

Zhou Yi raised his brows, retreated lightly, put the thorny magic spear on the ground, and asked a little frivolously: "Can you finally bear it? My lord?"

"I admit it, you won."

Contrary to what Zhou Yi expected, St. George nodded solemnly, and readily admitted his failure: "Zhou Yi...? It's a pity that you were born in the wrong era."

If you were born in the past, you would definitely be my most respected enemy.St. George said so.

Facing the god's highest evaluation, Zhou Yi tilted his head, showing an innocent and happy smile.

"It's not too late! My friend!"

Zhou Yi smiled heartily, feeling the fighting spirit in his chest that was constantly bursting and burning like lava, his eyes were shining like the sun, and he shouted loudly: "Stop it! Come on! Come on!"

Frantic desire to fight.

He didn't regret the tune with Cu Chulainn this time.

For the first time, he felt the battle frenzy in his bones.

The spear in his hand seemed to understand the master's thoughts, humming constantly, trembling anxiously.

Looking at his eyes, even St. George couldn't help but feel the blood surging in his chest.

"Lord, protect me; Jesus Christ, protect me! My great enemy is at hand!"

Laughing presumptuously, the blond young man took a step back, pointed the spear at Zhou Yi with his weak right hand, and praised loudly: "I will repeat Michael's great deed, piercing the dragon and snake through this place. !"

Zhou Yi unexpectedly did not interrupt his praise.

He just took a deep breath, reset his posture, and reverted his state to the first round of the battle.

Then, he lowered the tip of the spear slightly, and his body also slowly lowered down, like a hunting dog ready to pounce.

The chill that tore at the skin like thorns spread in all directions and spread.

Same as in the morning.With the long spear as the center, the mantra as thick as quicksilver turned into a vortex and hummed.

He stomped on the ground like a beast, showing a ferocious smile: "I will accept your heart—"

On the other side of him, St. George looked directly at him, with a bright light shining in his eyes.

The young man shouted and shouted devoutly, as the sun-like brilliance focused on his short sword.

Afterwards, he pointed the dagger at Zhou Yi, and shouted loudly:

"You are the dragon—"

Being directly hit by the bright light, a long and huge shadow was pulled out behind Zhou Yi.

Even if St. George reinserted the shining short sword into the scabbard, the shadow behind Zhou Yi still did not recede.

It was a monster-like shadow—no, it should be said that the shadow itself was a monster!

Grimly, what appeared from behind Zhou Yi was the shadow cast by the giant dragon!

At this time, Zhou Yi had already rushed in front of St. George.His left hand was on the ground, and all four limbs except his right hand were on the ground.

The bright red magic gun vibrated violently, making a sharp buzzing sound, and was held firmly behind Zhou Yi's backhand.

Don't worry, it will be ready soon...

With lava-like fighting intent rolling in his chest, Zhou Yi finally whispered: