The sacred right side of a certain comic

"This farewell gift is really not happy at all. "

Roman's eyebrows and nose were almost twisted together, and his teeth were grinning in pain.

If it was King Solomon, he would definitely be able to endure the senseless pain for him without changing his face, but it was not King Solomon who was here now, but Roman, who had become a human, and as an ordinary human, he almost fainted after seeing himself stabbed.

Roman sat down on the ground, panting heavily, and there was a little star glow on his body, which was a sign that the god of disobedience was about to die.

"Ah, that's finally over, and our agreement is complete. "

He endured the pain, tried to show a smile, sat on the top of the mountain with his hands on his knees, let the blood flow from his heart, and just smiled and gazed at the last afterglow of the setting sun in the distant ancient city of Jerusalem.

"My friend Roy Crowley, I can't see your future, but I know that it must be a magnificent life, a life of thin ice in the abyss, and the farewell gift you gave me does not make me happy at all, but even so, I will give my first friend a parting gift, and I hope that this gift will help you." "

“...... In the drawer of the table I have been using in the hotel room, there is a technique that I have left for you, and I believe that it must be useful to you, and the power of the god who I left behind after I die will surely satisfy you, but this power may require you to pay something. "

As if he had finally pitted Roy, Roman smiled extremely happily.

His body was getting closer and closer to nothingness, and the starlight was getting fainter.

"Beware of the 'Last King' and the God of Fate behind him, this is the last thing I can tell you as a friend, I am glad that I have not abandoned my wisdom and power as Solomon, I do not care about these things, but these things that once bound me, but they allow me to help my friends, whether it is 'wisdom' or 'power', they are finally used in the right place." "

“...... If we can see each other again, can you treat me to strawberry cake again?"

The man with an innocent smile that seemed to be a child, gentle and brilliant but pessimistic, only the last shadow remained.

"If we meet again, I'll treat you to a strawberry cake." "

Hearing Roy's final answer, he smiled contentedly and left the world without nostalgia.

The starlight floated into the sky like fireflies, the distant sunset completely disappeared into the horizon, night came, and the man left this world that did not belong to him, back to the place he should have returned.

"Goodbye, Romani Akiman, goodbye, King Solomon!"

Roy whispered. ，

He is not a ruthless and unrighteous monster, and in the face of the departure of his friends, sadness also hits his heart, making him give birth to a suffocating urge to vent in vain.

King Solomon was aware of the many misfortunes of the world, but he would only look at everything with a smile and would not interfere in it.

Romani Akiman knows a lot of misfortune, but he will do his best to make misfortune happy, even if his ability is small, even if his emotions are so pessimistic, he is resolutely doing all this.

One is hopefully looking forward to tomorrow, and one is indifferently waiting for the end of everything, obviously acting in such a different way, but they are just one person.

Roy fell into darkness again.

This darkness came and went quickly, and in just an instant, Roy regained consciousness, and in front of him was a goddess with a clever smile, slender figure, snow-white skin, and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old appearance, who was Roy's 'righteous mother' Pandora.

"Little Roy is really quick to regain consciousness this time, and I can't let my mother hug you and take a good look at your handsome and cute face." "

Without the style of a goddess, Pandora jumped in front of Roy, her hands behind her back, her purple double ponytail shaking back and forth, playful and cute.

"I've been here so many times, if I'm still in a coma for as long as I started, doesn't it mean that I haven't improved at all?"

Just as the power becomes stronger in infinite terror, the time to be unconscious after teleportation will become shorter and shorter, the same is true of this secret realm belonging to Pandora.

When Roy killed the gods many times, and when his power was growing at a rate visible to the naked eye, this 'realm of life and immortality' could no longer hinder his consciousness.

Roy's tone was slightly emotional, and the uncomfortable feeling that his friend had just left made him not fully recover.

"Little Roy is really powerful, able to make friends with the god of non-obedience, can make the god of non-obedience choose to commit suicide, let you kill, among the god killers throughout the ages, you are unique~"

Pandora clasped her hands in front of her, her eyes like little stars adoring, more and more like a child who had not grown up.

But Roy felt that Pandora really didn't have the ability to see, couldn't she see that she was in a bad mood now, and she really didn't mention which pot.

However, from Pandora's words, Roy also came to the message that Pandora did not know that this King Solomon was from another world.

The gods of the god-killer world are myths compiled by mankind, and before they came as gods who did not follow, in fact all gods did not know each other, because these gods did not really exist in the past, but were only born according to the imagination of human faith.

There is no real god in the world of god killers, and gods are not real physical objects, so as long as there has not been a disobedient king Solomon in the past, absolutely no one knows what the real king Solomon really looks like.

Roy took a deep breath, he suddenly stepped forward, under Pandora's consternation, directly grabbed her delicate chin with brute force, bent his waist to catch her, and at the same time said unhappily: "... Okay, hurry up and perform the ritual of killing the gods!"

Since knowing that Pandora's dark sacrifice was not created by her, but only the result of Pandora's borrowing of a certain artifact, Roy did not have any caution when facing this goddess who called herself 'righteous mother', since he knew that Pandora was not as terrible as he imagined, and she was not behind the scenes, Roy's actions and words became more and more bold, and even became quite strong.

"Wait, wait, don't be so proactive... Woo hoo..."

Under Roy's presumptuous aggression, Pandora gradually became a little breathless and wanted to push Roy away, but although she was not a god, she was not a type of power, and after finding that the resistance was fruitless, and her white wrist was caught by Roy, she could only helplessly start the ritual of killing the god.

Roy seemed to hear some kind of disc turning, and then the familiar feeling came again, and he knew that this was a ritual that usurped the power of the gods from the life of the gods.

......

In a trance, Roy's consciousness returned to the present world, he lowered his head and clenched his fists, looking a little hesitant, "... Is this the farewell gift you left me, Roman... This 'gift' is very big, that is, it really requires me to give something. "