Madness for the Wonderful World

No, it has nothing to do with the real face. This is not the simple principle of sublimation and becoming more powerful, but fundamentally, it replaces an existence that is similar but very different.

Is this the brand-new class that has never been heard before, the strength of "Foreigner"? It will surpass the existence of fantasy species, and the seventy-two pillars of demon gods will be easily eaten as snacks. The forceful, distorted, human-shattering aura has nothing to do with magic at all, and its mere existence can cause any creature to become crazy.

It can be said that the existence of this young man is an anomaly in itself.

I really summoned an incredible existence.

before this.

Seeing the orange-haired boy's thoughts move, a large number of scarlet and pale flesh clumps sprang up on the ground, and they gathered into a slightly trembling seat of flesh and blood, as if he was still alive, and then the owner of the seat began to sit on it.

The previous lazy aura that seemed to have not woken up completely changed, as if he had finally started to be serious. Now, Ma Qili looked at the pair of orange pupils, so clear and bright.

The previous madness was like a dream.

The blue-haired magician didn't talk nonsense. The moment he knelt down on one knee, Paracelsus also knelt down.

Everything has been prepared, so all you have to do now is say your wish.

"The person who descended from an alien planet... please obey our contract."

"Separate this time, this world from the foundation of human reason, and turn it into a new world. In return, I will give you the Holy Grail and everything in this body." This is Maqili's idea, and it is also the idea of ​​salvation The only way in this world.

It is not hesitating to pay all of oneself for this.

For Yu Shengming, such a contract of benefit exchange is unequal, because apart from the Holy Grail, Maqili is not worth much. However, in order to come here, even if the contract is not equal, it must be to achieve.

However, such a seemingly unreasonable request cannot satisfy the young man sitting on the seat of flesh and blood.

"Although it can be done, is this your way to save the world?" It's not that you can't do this, but you can't satisfy such a simple request.

The boy's words revealed that Maqili had a better way.

As a magician, Maqili is not an idiot. At this moment, Maqili realized Yu Shengming's true intention.

"If possible, we want the entire human being to exist, but we can't fight against that... King Solomon, so, we hope that this world can escape from the clutches of King Solomon."

"And I, I hope to use your strength to accumulate in this world and fight against that king."

"Indeed, for an existence that cannot be defeated, avoiding conflict is the most reasonable way." The boy agreed with Maqili's proposal, but he didn't finish his sentence.

From the boy's mouth, Maqili heard enough surprising things.

"However, Maqili, do you know that the demon pillar and the hopeless future can distort your ideals, and so can long time."

"what……?"

"I met you before when I was alive. At that time, you were an old magician who was dying. Your ideals have been distorted into not wanting to die. You made a wish to the Holy Grail only for immortality."

"Tell me, in the future, can you, who have forgotten your true ideal, really achieve your goal?"

"..." Even if he wanted to question it, he said loudly that he would never forget his ideal, but Maqili found that he couldn't say it, because.

Just a few hours ago, the self who was distorted by the Demon God Pillar and the hopeless future did, as Yu Shengming said, forget his ideals and distort his beliefs.

And killed countless London citizens with the magic fog, and wanted to expand the magic fog one step further, continue to kill all human beings, in order to achieve humane burning.

Such a self, actually naively wants to continue to save mankind?

Looking at Maqili who was speechless, and Paracelsus who wanted to say something.

Yu Shengming began to hold his chin, and said with a smile.

"So, it's better to act now. It just so happens that the news of the Demon God Pillar is about to reach that guy's ears."

However, the voice from the boy's throat also made Maqili feel unclear.

"……what?"

"That fellow is almost here."

Chapter 8 Return Prelude

Move forward a little bit of time.

On the ruins filled with magic fog, a pale girl wearing a huge witch hat, with pale skin and pale hair, seems to be blending into this white magic fog.

But in sharp contrast to the pale girl is the almost half-naked black witch costume, and the sharp hands and feet like a monster.

Behind it are all a large number of purple-black tentacles that appear with brilliance.

There is no girlish innocence, but cruelty, happily attacking the enemies in the ruins.

Regarding this, Abigail himself looked at the struggling Chaldeans with a happy heart and smiled.

The other side of the Witch of Salem is like this, so Yu Shenglianhua is also used to it.

However, Abigail turned his eyes away from the Chaldeans and looked at the other side in the magic mist. With that expression, even Yu Shenglianhua subconsciously began to ask Abigail.

"Abby, what happened?"

"He... is back?" Abigail's tone was uncertain, because the strong magic power in the magic mist also hindered Abigail's magic power perception.

Therefore, what Abigail instinctively sensed was not a certain person's magic power fluctuations, but a special aura unique to a certain person. Now, that aura seems to have become stronger.

That certainly said enough, but... Abigail began to hesitate.

As the spokesperson of the gods who holds the silver cross key, Abigail is very aware of the role of the silver key.