because i am stel

"Follow your order, Dijun." The knight in the red dress stepped back immediately, out of her sight.No reason was asked either.

The air became quieter.

And after a few seconds...

"I hate uninvited guests. If you don't know how to walk through the door, then you don't need to grow a pair of feet."

She turned her head and looked at the air not far away.And with her sight, a concealed barrier immediately faded away, exposing the figure hidden inside to her vision.

That's a fool.

A golden retriever holding a cheap sword.

Another godslayer born in Italy, the Sword King Salvatore Toni.The wound on this guy's chest has completely healed, and he grinned with a hearty smile.

"Hey, newcomers, we meet again. I originally wanted not to disturb the lady's meditation, but it seems that I am hated."

"If you want to die, I can give you a ride." Miss Shier Teer replied lightly. "My day's good mood is now less than [-]% left. If you want to die, I will not be soft."

The blond young man tilted his head.

"If you say that, I'd like to try it instead."

"Before you seek death, tell me why you came here." The girl replied. "Give you the measure of a tombstone, I still have it."

"I'm just here to say hello to my new compatriots, and to learn about swordsmanship by the way." The smile on the blond young man's face remained bright.

However, the next moment, he grabbed the sword he was holding, and then pulled out——

Pull out an inch.

Because at the same instant, an extremely powerful explosion radiated outwards around the place where the two of them were standing.

With a 'click' sound, the young man's head fell to the ground.The fracture at the neck still lingers with the fading metallic luster.

And his legs were cut off together.From then on he never had to think, nor did he need to walk.

Miss Steele let go of the hand that was placed on Levantin at some point.

"Do you really think I'm joking?"

"idiot."

Chapter 120: The Expedition of the Demon King

Miss Steele tilted her neck.

The next moment, a slender crack appeared on the side of her neck, which was about to split, but was immediately glued and repaired by the new granulation and returned to its original appearance. In just an instant, this tiny wound no longer existed.

The King of Swords is an idiot.

But idiots are not trash.

When Miss Shirter slashed out with two swords, the Italian blond young man barely returned the blow.

Unfortunately, the sword in his hand is just an ordinary sword.Even if the power of the silver wrist is added, it is still just an ordinary sword of theocracy.

So he died.

Even if he tried his best, he died.

Because his sword skills are not as good as Shier Teer's, and his sword is not as good as Levantin.And the only result of his defeat at the time of his defeat was due to the godslayer's luck.

His sword originally missed, but the wind, light, the force of the earth's rotation, and even the space radiation penetrating from the atmosphere all helped to correct the sword's trajectory when the sword missed.And if the sword in his hand can be stronger, then maybe he will still die, but he can also win a death in exchange for an injury... at least a slight injury.

Unfortunately, there is no if.No if.

Miss Shirter just glanced at the wreckage coldly, and a wind of power suddenly blew up, threw the pile of broken lumps into the sea of ​​flowers, and erected a stone monument.

There is no epitaph, because she is too lazy to think about it.

She turned back, back to her central palace.And when she returned to the dark throne, Athena in the birdcage looked at her with bright eyes.

"The fool who beheaded the fool, the king of Rakshasa, the seventh Shirtel. You let me watch a good show."

"Stop talking nonsense and work on your problem." The girl on the throne rested her chin, carelessly. "Waste any more time, and your workload will be doubled."

However, Athena just smiled lightly.

"The concubine is not a human cub who can't finish his homework and can't eat. Shirtel, what you desire is the wisdom of the concubine, not the strength of the concubine. And scholars and wise men should not be confused, even if the concubine is real. You have made these, but in fact it doesn’t meet your needs.”

"It's just a test." The flaming-haired girl replied indifferently.

"Someone can calculate the number theory system from scratch in a few minutes, and build a mathematical palace that takes thousands of years for a healthy civilization to touch. The cellular automaton model I gave you, she It only took 5 minutes from not even understanding the symbols to inventing new ones to create a better version for the next generation. During this period, all the mathematical tools were independently conceived and created by her from scratch.”

"I use this method to measure wisdom. And your wisdom is less than one-fifth of hers."

She looked at Athena—on the knee of the goddess, too many mathematical models beyond this era have been deciphered and answered.A bunch of mathematical tools, functions, algebra, and other things temporarily created by Athena are being neatly listed on the infinite manuscript paper constructed with power.And since Athena first came into contact with this model, the time has passed a long time of more than four hours.

The corners of the goddess' eyes twitched slightly.

"If Persephone really has this ability, then the entire Mount Olympus, even if taken together, is not worthy of carrying her shoes."

"Of course you don't deserve it."—Miss Steele replied.For some reason, she suddenly wanted to go back and pick up Persephone who was working, and then took off her boots.

It feels a little... weird.

But a little curiosity emerged in her heart.She wondered a little, as Persephone's smooth little feet were held in her own hands.What kind of appearance will that cold pretty face reveal?

Will you be angry?Will you be shy?Will he smash her with his small fist, or continue to calm down and maintain his usual calm appearance?

Curious and want to know.

It's a pity that I only have a useless waste Athena by my side now.

"...You hardly hide anything about your origin. Sylter, you are an outsider, right." But a certain scum had a different opinion on such a poor evaluation.

She knew that there were parallel worlds in the Godslayer universe, and God basically knew about them.

"Yes, I'm from another world." Miss Shirtel said frankly.But there is no attempt to correct the details. "so what?"

"What do you want?" The goddess in the cage answered the question with a question.

Interesting words, but little meaning.Miss Steele doesn't care about such tricks.

"Save the world, probably." The flaming-haired girl held her chin and responded, "Or, transform the world into what I like. It can be regarded as a sociological experiment."

"The world doesn't need you to save it, alien."

"That's why I need [wisdom]. I want to find evidence that [this world needs to be saved]. Before that, all my actions will revolve around the element of [preparing to save the world]."

"Including killing other fools?"

"He wanted to die by himself, I gave him a chance." Miss Shirtle tapped the armrest lightly with her fingertips. "I always give a chance to people who are about to die. Of course, I don't necessarily give it."

"So, what if it turns out that this world doesn't need you to save?"

"Then I'll leave, get out of this world, and return to my hometown. I'm not the kind of stubborn liquidator. It's not bad to relax once in a while."

Miss Steele replied, some of the older memories came silently to her mind.

A long time ago, she was a savior who stood entirely on the human side.No matter which world you are in, as long as you see the human race being oppressed, you will do your best to reverse this phenomenon.Besides humans, she has never paid attention to the life and death of many other races.

She basically ushered in success after multiple reincarnations.Or return to Terra laden with flowers and honor.Or die together with the enemy in the final battle, but also establish the destiny of the rise of the world.Although occasionally she was stabbed in the back by one of her own people before she succeeded.But for the most part, she was able to accomplish the goals she set for herself.

Until a certain experience in the dream world made her change her mind.

What kind of world is that?Pearl face and blood?Or Xinghan Empire?Ah... probably both.After all, it is the haystack that crushes the donkey, not a single straw.In fact, no matter which one of those worlds, her final decision is to burn all the living beings in the world with flames, and then create another new world on top of the barren ruins.

She had learned a lesson in those worlds.It turns out that sometimes, even for pure-blooded human beings, the concept as a whole will incur their most direct hatred and disgust.And from then on, she will never stand on the human side without hesitation again on the day of advent.

After all, her body in Terra is still Sarkaz, Sarkaz who looks like a demon.In many worlds, they are all targets for being killed by "people who are not my race, their hearts must be different".And although she didn't care much about being backstabbed.But... the days when you can't even satisfy yourself in terms of moral cleanliness are too boring.

Therefore, human beings are no longer the only standpoint.Saving the world does not necessarily mean saving mankind.Except for some worlds that have clear memories in their minds and know what insider secrets are inside.Before she takes actions that can shake the general trend of the world, she will make careful and detailed considerations.

Does the world need saving?

When saving the world, whose interests do I need to protect first?Which side do you stand on?

The girl began to think, and has always been thinking.

She is very clear that even a professional tool man can hardly complete the conflict commissions of multiple different camps on the battlefield at the same time.One or two is fine, ten or eight will give her a headache too.Win-win or something, it's just easier to talk about it.But in actual operation, it is more appropriate and convenient to stand on one side and fight from beginning to end.

and so……

"Are you talking so much now, are you planning to change your mind? Athena." The bead string on the girl's wrist lighted up slightly, and the stagnant palace left over Athens and headed east—the destination was Japan. , and she planned to make a slight detour from the palace to fly over from Mongolia.After all, she, Miss Shirtle, is a polite person, and she will not let her toes go over the head of another godslayer.

This is respect, of course, if a guy known as the martial arts king has some unique opinions.Then she doesn't care about having one more stone tablet placed in the garden.

But the goddess in the birdcage just glared at her.

"Your witch will get the [Snake] from the concubine soon. And at that time, even if the concubine is not willing. If you get the [Snake], you must have a way to force the concubine to sign the bet. Anyway, the concubine Even if you get the [Snake], you may not be able to win favor with your subordinates. So instead of incurring greater losses in the future, it is better to establish a slightly friendly relationship with you now."

"It's really great for you to think so." The girl nodded, showing a slight smile. "Then, let's count it as an exam. Guess where I'm going now?"

"Do you still need to guess? It must be Dongying. I just heard you and your witch mentioned the word pheasant before, and the witch was sent to Sardinia by you instead of directly seeking the root of the pheasant." ——Although I don’t know what that word means to you, the Lord of the Rakshasa, who was born for a day. But I speculate that you plan to handle this matter yourself.”

"Then you seem to be useful, Athena. So, why do you think I should care about the name Kusanagi and the fate of its bearer?"

"It's nothing more than the three artifacts of Dongpu, sword, jade, mirror... No, you can't use this level of artifacts anymore. Don't you want to use them as a medium to summon my kindred and kill them? It's not like... "

The goddess in the cage suddenly closed her mouth.A guess appeared in her mind.

"You... know that the sleeping place of the King of the End is in Dongpu?"

"To be precise, that place should be called Tokyo Bay now." Miss Stelter nodded slightly. "When a certain number of Godslayers are alive at the same time, the King of the End will be awakened from his slumber. It will kill all Godslayers and fall into a deep sleep again until the next cycle comes...you know this What does something look like to me?"

It's like a fully automatic farm and a condition-triggered harvester.

"..." Athena did not answer.

But ask back.

"But you just killed a godslayer. If you are looking for the trail of the King of the End, then you shouldn't have left that fool a few minutes ago."

"Oh, that's just normal weakening of the opponent and he's looking for death." Miss Shirter shrugged. "What I'm after is to complete the goal, not a hearty battle. As far as I know, the combat effectiveness of the King of the End is linked to the total number of godslayers that exist at the same time. It may not be a bad thing to kill one in advance."

"...Do you want to wake up and kill the King of the End?"

"If it turns out the world needs to be saved and it's in the way. I wouldn't mind adding an extra fight or two."

The goddess in the cage lowered her head slightly.

"You are trying a dangerous thing. The king of Rakshasa from another world. But let me believe in your arrogance and unstoppable power, at least before you fail, I will provide you with some help——Examination School , is it passed?"

"Probably." Miss Shirter nodded slightly casually.

Then, the Demon King's palace accelerated further.Accompanied by the cracking of the cloud, the fiery meteor formed by the palace in the near sky gradually moved across the Middle East.

Go ahead and keep going.

Miss Shirter will not deliberately conceal the news of the death of the King of Swords, but for a while, there will not be a shrine maiden who is brave enough to be afraid of death to dare to spy on her palace.

Therefore, it may not be a short period of time before the world is detonated by the news of Wang Yun.

Of course, it won't be long.After all, what she, Miss Stelter, will do next will definitely hurt the ribs of the local forces in Japan.

The girl on the throne was thinking in her mind that when she was passing through Mongolia, her eyes once pointed to the south for a moment, and another eye from Mount Lu collided fiercely at the dividing line of the Qinling Mountains.

Eyes contain will.

And the next moment, the rain clouds accumulated in the north of the Qinling Mountains crossed this natural barrier and rushed to the south of the Huaihe River, pouring a huge amount of out-of-season rain on the ground!

Eye contact, slightly better.Being polite doesn't mean running around with your tail between your legs.

In Luo Hao's hermitage on Lushan Mountain, a blood vessel at the corner of his eye trembled slightly, as if it was about to burst, but it recovered under the strong body of the godslayer.

"How courageous!" A low shout resounded through the mountains.The entire Mount Lu trembled because of the king's setback.

But she did not walk out of Mount Lushan after all.After all, just like Miss Shirtel likes to be polite, this king of martial arts also likes to talk about the demeanor of a godslayer.

If you lose, you lose. If you face it head-on, you will be slightly inferior, so it will be disrespectful to continue to entangle.Even if you want to be ashamed, you must prepare the necessary etiquette before fighting.

So the palace continued to march eastward.

Across the sea, the earth is close at hand.And when the palace approached Tokyo Bay, the girl stepped down from her throne.

"Where do you plan to start?" asked the goddess in the birdcage, "To awaken the sleeping King of the End requires specific ritual tools and a huge amount of spell power. Neither of these can be obtained casually."

But Miss Steele just waved her hand.

"It's your local rules to break the seal step by step. I, a foreign monk, naturally have other ways to chant scriptures-the first task I give you is this. Before I come back, locate the seal of the King of the End. And Calculate as much as possible how the ceremony works—you are not Persephone, so I don’t expect you to remove the seal or even seize its ownership before I come back. You just need to not even find the exact location. it is good."

The cage was released and the goddess was free.But both parties knew that the Goddess of Wisdom, who had been caught with a sore foot and was also aroused, would not escape from here casually even if she was liberated.

"So, what are you going to do?" asked the liberated goddess.