Tribute to the Demon King

No matter how much damage Campione has done, only other Campiones who exist as equals are qualified to blame it.It is precisely because of this willful authority that Godslayer is honored as the Demon King.

From ancient times to the present, Campione has had only one responsibility.That is, when the God of Disobedience appears, he fights on behalf of the powerless human beings.As long as they can fulfill this duty, no one will ask them to do anything extravagantly.

If his lord planned to do this, Krannichar felt that he could say a few words... But if someone dared to say such a thing to the Marquis—whether what he said was reasonable or not, he would be executed immediately.

Fortunately, before Krannichar made up his mind to risk his life to speak out, Zhou Yi shook his head boredly.

"——Don't. The site map is too boring, you might as well push a cart."

"Huh? What?"

"Old man, you probably don't know. If I were at least a little serious, I would blow up all the land around me. So this rule is too unfair to me. No matter if I make a move or not, the city can't keep it." stay."

Zhou Yi refused politely: "I can almost compete with the speed of house demolition. But this is really useless. I'm quite used to living in Milan, so I don't have the idea of ​​renovating it for the time being."

"The weakness of the domestic dog."

The Marquis of Vauban sneered inexplicably: "Whether the city exists or not has nothing to do with you? If you don't have it, you can just live in another place. Boy, as an elder, let me advise you to draw up your own territory at such a young age." , the gaze will become shallower and shallower."

"Where are you, how can this little space be enough?"

Zhou Yi smiled gently, with an inaudible scarlet light flashing in his eyes: "But this city is only my bedroom at best. Although there is no shortage of this house, it still hurts a little because of the bumps and bumps. They are all mine. Although peace makes money, if you break something, you will have to pay for it.”

"Heh... In the final analysis, it is the measure of a son of a bitch."

The corners of the Marquis Vauban's mouth curled up slightly: "But it's more or less like a demon king, much more interesting than that boy Salvatore. That's fine, you can go wherever you want, I'm sure."

While saying this, the silver-haired old man put down the drained wine glass, and stood up from the sofa with his old but still tall body.

"Zhou Yi, let's play a game." The Marquis of Vauban seemed to be in a good mood. "You run for thirty minutes first, and then I will chase you. Wherever I stop you, we will start the war?"

"...Is this considered hunting?"

Zhou Yi raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Of course. It's good that you understand the joy of the hunt."

The Marquis of Vauban said slowly, showing a polite and firm smile: "I like fighting, hunting is good, and the game is not bad. I have several privileges, one of which is the right to choose prey ...But I don't have a hobby of hunting mice, only the strong ones are worthy of my hunting."

The Demon King who slaughtered the gods of several pillars, with a sinister and distorted smile on his lips.

The creepy power slowly spread out from his tall and thin body like a heartbeat, and the emerald green evil eyes shone dangerously like the pupils of a tiger.

"Since you don't want to fight here, run away to where you want to fight. After thirty minutes, I will go out from here and take your life. You can escape wherever you want, and hunt you for you , I will chase you to the ends of the earth, and I will be cornered, and then I will destroy you and the city you are in. This is the rule of hunting, do you understand?"

The Marquis of Vauban said slowly in a calm tone completely opposite to his temperament.

But Zhou Yi on the side laughed out loud.

"Well, the rules are very friendly and there is no problem. But thirty minutes is quite a long time for me, but this way I don't feel the tension of being prey at all. Just give me three minutes."

Zhou Yi imitated the Marquis's slow way of speaking, and said with a smile: "Ah, I'm so nervous, so nervous, so nervous to be treated as prey--last thing, have you ever heard of card bitch?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of ancient runes was formed from all directions, wrapping his body all around.

——Then, a pitch-black crack that came from nowhere opened wide like a beast's mouth, swallowing his body in one gulp!

Author's message:

Chapter 1 is updated! ...I slipped my hand just now and almost wrote Chapter 1 heart attack...

Those who go to bed early, go to bed first!I'm going to write the second update now! (grip)

Chapter 12 Pseudo-Pandora

"...I'm getting used to it."

The first time he smelled the strong smell of earth and the fragrance of trees around him, Zhou Yi felt a little regretful for no reason.

He still remembered what it was like when he first came to the Netherworld.

After staying in the Kingdom of Shadows for three years, he is now completely used to the suspicious air filled with a strong sense of vomiting, mixed with chills and headaches.

But having said that, getting used to the smell here is not an auspicious thing.After all, this place is equivalent to a spring or a hero altar to Zhou Yi. Every time he uses power to revive, he will come here before remodeling his body.

Netherworld, Astral World, Realm of Life and Immortality - This place has various names, but it is not a 5A-level scenic spot that you must visit once in your lifetime... Although it seems that there is no problem in the end.

It might be better understood if you change the term.If you have already arrived in the Nether World, it is basically equivalent to the situation of "coming to Huangquan soon", "turning right ahead to Naihe Bridge", and "three hundred meters ahead to the south of Santuchuan".

"...Anyway, Lord Marquis, you let me hide casually."

Zhou Yi shrugged.

He had already made some face by not going to the Kingdom of Shadows.Although being able to see through the realm of life and immortality requires a considerable degree of spiritual vision, there must be talents of this level in the marquis's undead army reserve.

As for how to come to the Nether World...you can figure it out.

In fact, if Woban hadn’t said at the end that I can catch you at the end of the world, maybe Zhou Yi would honestly just find someone to squat on a sparsely populated island and wait for him to come over.

But since you said that, I don't seem to want to hide or give you face.

Very good, then I will stay here and not go out, you? Come here instead.

Zhou Yi looked peaceful.

But at this moment, Zhou Yi seemed to feel something, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Wait, this..."

"—It's only been a few days, did A Yi accidentally die again, be good, be good... don't cry?"