Tribute to the Demon King

After a while, he carefully raised his head again, and found that the boy had turned his eyes back, chatting and laughing with the two girls beside him, and the man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

...probably just a coincidence.

Changes come later—the man clenched the spear in his hand and took a deep breath.

"Ayesha..."

The man muttered the name of his fiancée, and a warm current surged from his heart.

The ring for the proposal is ready. After completing this task, go back to your hometown and get married.

The shame of being defeated by Paul alone, and the hatred of being arrogantly extinguished the flame of victory that has guarded for thousands of years, should be repaid today!

Killing his niece was only the first step, and after that, the god of disobedience summoned from this land would destroy his society along with himself!

"The good thoughts, good words and good deeds are as bright as the sun, and as thin as the blade of a knife."

As he recited the mantra smoothly, the white linen cloth wrapped around the spear fluttered slowly, and the black runes on it shone with a strange dark red light.

The strong and heavy mantra power was drawn from the holy objects he taught, filtered through rituals, and transformed into a form that could be used by men.

Slightly pointing the tip of the spear at the blond girl, a strange lava-like flame gradually ignited from the tail of the spear and spread towards the tip of the spear.

"I saw the comet Gorchisir fall to the ground, and a great fire was ignited from the ground."

The man concentrated his attention and recited the prayer word by word: "Thousands of metals were melted into slurry, and a torrent of scorching heat descended from the sky and swept across the world."

Along with the prayer, the searing breath shot from his throat and squeezed through his teeth almost set the air on fire.

The scorching mantra made him feel like he was in a furnace, and the moisture in his body was quickly dried.

The man was panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and his exposed skin was as red as if it had been poured with boiling water.

not good...

An ominous premonition suddenly crossed his mind.

The magic power hidden in this holy object is not as much as he imagined.If he wanted to mobilize the holy object, he also needed to extract the magic power from himself.

However, it has reached this level, and he can't stop at all.

He grinned and smiled silently.

I was probably deceived.

But he showed a somewhat open-minded smile, pale fanatic fire rose from his eye sockets.

The man stopped hesitating, stood upright, held up the spear in his hand, poured all his mantra power into it, and praised loudly: "Ahura Mazda! You are the Lord of Wisdom and the Protector of all things! The Supreme One! "

"I beg you to make me see the light with fire, may you lead me into the palace of perfection—"

Shouting frantically, the scorching poisonous fire swept his whole body from top to bottom.

With a bang, the man turned into a burning man.The white linen cloth on the spear in his hand burst into flames, the high temperature distorted the air around him, and the magic that hid him suddenly shattered.There was a sudden chaos on the street.

However, his mission was accomplished.

Turned into a blazing poisonous flame by the berserk mantra, the man endured the severe pain of being scorched, exhausted his last strength in this life, and flung the spear in his hand.

In the air, the burning flaming spear suddenly lit up, and flew towards Erica like a living thing!

He even saw Erica's terrified eyes.

This blow was enough to burn the entire cafe to the ground.

But, at this moment-

dong dong!

The hearts of the passers-by within a kilometer were beating violently at the same time.

As if being stared at by a beast that surpassed the common sense of the world, there was an unimaginable pressure on his chest, and he could hardly breathe.

The breath of a real beast spread out from the small coffee shop.

The spear that was originally pointed at Erica was hit hard and fell to the ground as if it had discovered its natural enemy. After a while, it flew up by itself.

"Murder in the street?"

The calm and weak voice of the young man sounded in the ear of the man whose consciousness had gradually faded: "What gave you courage? Are you stupid?"

As he spoke, his voice gradually trembled.

Not because of fear, but as if trying to suppress something.

The black-haired boy who slowly walked out of the coffee shop was surrounded by a heavy mantra, like quicksilver mantra, lying on his body, and every step seemed extremely heavy.

That is the magic power of the dragon.It comes from the divine power of the Earth Mother Goddess.

The surrounding earth trembled slightly.Both the air and the earth became scorched.

"—Answer me! A Zoroastrian priest!"

The next moment, a huge roar with an echo sounded like a dragon's chant, blowing a storm and sweeping away.The man's out-of-control mantra turned into flames were instantly blown away, leaving only the almost charred corpse.

At some point, Zhou Yi's eyes, which were always gentle and calm, were filled with madness, completely covered by animalism and violence, and the phantom of golden vertical pupils flickered slightly in his eyes.

The animal tooth necklace on his chest was windless and automatic, floating in the air, with silver runes shining on it.