Synopsis: Problem Gods from Arcadia

Susanoo is dead.

He was directly bombarded by Su Jin's small universe, which was on the verge of the peak of his sixth sense, and was shattered into atoms.

By the way, there are Sita and the black-robed archmage who surrendered.

It can be said that all the high-level executives behind the official history compilation committee were wiped out in this sunshine mountain.

To be honest, however, Su Jin was not very happy after finishing all this.

"Excuse me, what happened just now?"

Sita, who was sealed by Athena's spell, wanted to understand more, and asked Su Jin directly.

At this time, Su Jin, who was standing on the mountain road and watching Athena and Anshera restore the mountain range, turned his head to look at Sita, thought about it, and explained:

"how to say?"

"Probably because of me.

"You?" Sita showed a puzzled expression.

At this moment, Su Jin turned his head and turned his back to Sita and said:

"I tried to 'attack' on Elsa, and this act triggered Elsa's power [Grace of the Lucky Saint]."

"Although I don't know what's going on, Aisha's lucky power can move you from the world to me by making the corridor of the fairy realm run wild.

Then I used my stupefied skills because of this incident, and used the rampage of the corridor to divert Aisha again. "

"Through this method, the power has successfully allowed Elsa to escape the future that was attacked by me. This is probably the process."

"Huh?" Sita opened his mouth slightly, dumbfounded.

At this time, Luo Hao, who was standing beside Su Jin, couldn't help but interject:

"I've tried to attack Aisha before, but it's different from this time, because I was suddenly transferred to the battlefield where two gods were fighting, and I almost didn't die directly.

"I guess it's useless to transfer me, or transfer the gods to deal with me, right? That strange power." Su Jin replied with a subtle expression.

At this time, Luo Hao shook his head and said: "No, you are wrong, that power has no self-awareness, its function is only to strengthen Aisha's luck."

"Are you lucky?" Su Jin couldn't help but glance at Sita and the black-robed archmage.

"That's really lucky." Beside, the black-clothed archmage who was cursed said with a dry tone.

Co-authoring them is because of bad luck and was pulled by Aisha's power to block the gun?

Susanoo's death is wrong!!

Beside him, Sita, who knew the truth, also looked very ugly.

Anyone who knew that he was unlucky because Ou Huang Aisha wanted to escape for her life would be as depressed as she was.

However, the matter has come to an end, and he, who has become a prisoner, can no longer complain.

Thinking of this, Sita sighed and looked at Su Jin and said:

"After killing the Great Sage, King Su Jin, do you plan to deal with Prince Rama?"

"Oh? 35

Su Jin raised his brows, turned his head, looked at Sita and said:

"what are you planning to do?"

Sita opened his mouth and finally sighed: "The concubine's name is Sita, and in mythology, she is the wife of Prince Rama."

"Oh? Want to kill a husband?" Su Jin showed an interested expression.

However, at this time, Sita shook his head and said:

"Although I hate that prince, I'm not so extreme that I want to kill him."

"Then what do you want to do?" Su Jin asked.

Sita was silent for a long time, and finally sighed, "Probably to free the already exhausted man?"

"interesting.

Su Jin narrowed his eyes, looked at Sita, and after confirming her attitude, said calmly:

"In that case, tell me where Rama is sleeping and how to unblock him, and I'll help him free for you. 35

"..." Sita opened his mouth and finally sighed: "Thank you for your generosity.

Dongdu Bay.

Gunivia, who came to the sea, looked around, a pair of beautiful eyes with anticipation and joy, constantly searching.

Beside her, Lancelot, the Valkyrie with honey hair, frowned and said:

"The breath is obviously so strong, but why is there no trace of my lord?

"There is no sea or earth, and there is no trace of my lord. Why?"

Gunivia made a voice with anxiety, and at this moment, in her heart, she raised her head and looked at the sudden gust of wind.

In the gust of wind, wearing a mask and wrapped in white cloth, a divine figure appeared in front of Gunivia.

Seeing the person coming, Gnivia made a happy voice: "It's the King of Wind who serves my lord, are you also awake?"

The King of Wind did not reply, just looked at the two old friends in front of him and nodded slightly, then pointed to the sky.

"what do you mean?"

Gunivia showed a surprised expression and looked up at the sky.

With the hot sunlight, her sight passed through the clouds, across countless distances, and saw the floating island suspended in space.

"".Ah, it's there~ it's there~ the last king I'm waiting to serve! So you're sleeping there?"

"Is it actually sleeping in space? No wonder I can't find it no matter how I look for it."9

Lancelot showed an emotional expression.

Then, she called out the white steed and stretched out her hand towards Gunivia:

"Come on, my dear daughter, if you want to go to such a place, you can't do it without a mount. 39

"Okay, uncle.

Guinevere stretched out his hand and was mounted by Lancelot, and the two rode together.

After pulling the reins, Lancelot said to the mask:

"O Lord of the Wind, go and meet our lord. 99

She said, kicking the horse.

After the white horse neighed, stepping on the atmosphere, it flew towards the sky.

(Alright Zhao) The King of Wind saw this, raised his head silently, manipulated the wind, and chased after him.

The two flew high into the sky, even breaking through the atmosphere, and came to what humans call satellite orbits.

There, the two gods and one god ancestor saw the floating island spear.

The island is small, with hills and plains clearly visible, but no plants or life exist there, only soil and rocks.

In the center of the island, a knife was inserted upside down.

It was a thick, double-edged sword about 100 cm long.

The blade is mottled and covered with rust. It looks ordinary, but it has a very noble personality.

- The sword of salvation!

The last king, the seventh incarnation of Vishnu, the body of Prince Rama.

The strongest steel formed by the fusion of equipment bestowed by the gods with Prince Rama.

The invincible blade that kills the Rakshasa in the world!