Star God Ruler of the Moon

Perseus, who walked into the office, felt quite ashamed looking at the hero king who had worked so hard, and he felt even more ashamed when he thought of how he was sitting around doing nothing on weekdays.

Perseus, who came to the desk and stood firm, suppressed the shame in his heart, and said softly:

"King of Heroes, I have seen Lord Weng of the Mountain."

As soon as these words came out, Gilgamesh's pen tip, which was writing the approval opinion, paused severely, and looked at the person with his eyes glued to the report.

"Perseus? You just said you saw the man on the mountain? Where is it?"

Facing Gilgamesh's question, Perseus felt a strong sense of oppression, as if a mountain was pressing on his shoulders.

But Perseus was not dissatisfied because of this, after all, even if he stood in the position of a wise king, he would doubt it when he first heard the news, instead of believing it directly.

"It was in a different world. I was summoned there by accident. After fighting with the local gods there, Lord Weng of the Mountain appeared in front of me on his own initiative."

"Forgive me that you don't dare to fabricate such a big thing to have fun here with me. Although the process is a bit bizarre, I will believe it for the time being."

Gilgamesh had put down the pen at this moment, his cold snake eyes narrowed slightly, and asked in a deep voice:

"It seems that the old man did not come back with you. If so, did he ask you to convey something to the king?"

Perseus heaved a sigh of relief after feeling that the pressure on his body was removed, and then told the King of Heroes everything that the mountain man asked him to relay.

"The old man of the mountain said that he found a problem in that world, so he will deal with the matter there before returning."

"And from now on, all the affairs in the Xingyue Community will be entrusted to you and the First Emperor, and he will not ask anything again."

ps: One update

ps: It is estimated that there will be a second update at two or three o'clock in the morning. Friends who do not cultivate immortals should go to bed early, and ask for monthly tickets and recommended tickets.

Chapter 240

Just as the land of Europe ushered in a new day, the distant eastern continent was already full of crescent moons and dense stars.

The moonlight tonight is slightly dim, but the Lushan Mountain at night also has a different beauty under the faint light.

The "rustling" sound of the branches shaken by the wind and the "chirp" sound of insects are mixed together, together with a few crisp birdsong from the jungle, weaving a natural and wonderful serenade.

Nocturnal birds and beasts are looking for prey to fill their stomachs, but all the ferocious carnivores carefully avoid the only bright spot in the forest, because there is the guy who stands at the top of the food chain in the entire Lushan Mountain. .

Faint light slipped out through the window of the hut in the forest, curls of cooking smoke rose straight up, bursts of mouth-watering meat smell wafted from the house, people couldn't help but imagine that they had eaten The most delicious food.

In the kitchen of the thatched cottage, a girl in Hanfu squatting in front of the stove to add firewood hums an ancient rhyme song. Her long black hair like a waterfall hangs on her jade back, and the red light of the flames reflects on her snow-white face. Adds a touch of unique flair.

The moderately sized flames licked the bottom of the casserole, and the sound of 'sizzling' steam disturbed the silence in the kitchen.

The girl's big black eyes were focused on the steaming casserole, and the expression on her face was extremely serious, as if she was doing something very sacred.

"I've worked hard all afternoon, and it looks like I'll be done with a cup of tea."

Crouching on the ground with her knees hugged, she pursed her red lips and murmured to herself in a low voice, her clear voice echoing in the kitchen like a lark.

"The mythical beast that was only described in the Shan Hai Jing, it took a lot of effort to slaughter it without destroying the meat quality, thanks to the flying phoenix twelve divine palms that have been practiced well enough."

The girl in Hanfu murmured and sucked her saliva, her beautiful eyes sparkling with light.

"I don't know what it will smell like, but it smells pretty good anyway."

Speaking of this, the girl didn't know what to recall, her originally high-spirited expression faded, and she sighed:

"Hey, it would be great if the master was here. I really want him to taste this rare beast and Lian's current craftsmanship."

Just as Luo Cuilian waited intently by counting the seconds, there was a sound of quick and light footsteps coming from far and near outside the thatched cottage.

Luo Cuilian frowned when she noticed the approaching person, guessing that unless there was something very important, no one would go up the mountain to disturb her after nightfall.

"Could it be possible, is there a god of disobedience descending somewhere?"

She stepped out of the thatched cottage, and Lu Yinghua's figure just landed in the courtyard of the thatched cottage, looking anxious and panting.

Before Lu Yinghua saluted according to the rules, Luo Cuilian raised her hand and waved the disciple who was about to pay homage to stand up, and said:

"Yinghua, you came up to the mountain late at night to find your teacher. Thinking about it, you must have something very urgent, right? This gift can be avoided, anyway, I don't care about these things at all."

"Thank you, Master, Ying Hua really has something important to report here."

After recovering from his breath, Lu Yinghua slightly bowed and cupped his fists to salute. After seeing Luo Cuilian nodded slightly, he began his report.

"According to the news from the Bronze Black Cross, the Italian magic association, the seventh king successfully killed another God of Disobedience yesterday, and now has a complete portrait of him."

As Lu Yinghua spoke, he took out a long tube from his waist, took out the paper with the portrait inside it, held it in both hands, and presented it to Luo Cuilian.

Luo Cuilian, who picked up the portrait, didn't pay attention to it at first, and after unfolding the scroll, she didn't notice anything at first glance, until her gaze fell on the big sword, and her eyes suddenly widened.

Although she had never seen the Man of the Mountain fully armed, she had seen the Sword of Death, and the impression was so clear that she would never forget it in her life.

Lu Yinghua, who kept his head down, didn't notice anything strange about his master, but continued to report the collected information while Luo Cuilian was silent.

"In addition, the seventh king has already left Italy. According to the exact news from Europe, his next destination will be Japan."

"Japan? Why not come to China directly."

Luo Cuilian couldn't help pouting her mouth when she heard the words, and her tone was filled with a hint of dissatisfaction and coquettishness, which made Lu Yinghua so frightened that she almost crippled her ears on the spot.

But the thing that surprised Lu Yinghua was not over yet, and when he heard Luo Cuilian's words, he suddenly turned around and said to himself:

"Forget it, if that's the case, then I have no choice but to go to Japan."

The master, who has always been too lazy to go to the mountains, actually wanted to go abroad on his own initiative when the god of disobedience did not descend?

Could it be that this abnormal behavior and attitude is for meeting a newly promoted godslayer?

Is there anything special about this seventh king?

Back then, when the other godslayers were born, the master didn't even bother to talk to him, and at most he took the initiative to teach the uninvited King of Swords a lesson.

Just when Lu Yinghua was stunned by the shock, Luo Cuilian, who had already made up her mind, flicked the sleeves of the Hanfu and ordered:

"Go get ready, Hawking."

"I'm going out to Japan for a trip, and the official negotiations and itinerary arrangements will be handled by the relevant departments of the Holy Church, as quickly as possible."

Although Luo Cuilian never intervenes in the affairs of the Five Hells Sacred Church, as the leader, she is undoubtedly the absolute ruler of the entire sect, and no one dares to disobey her orders.

Lu Yinghua, who knew everything well, responded with clasped fists, and then dodged down the mountain at a speed not weaker than when he came, trying to convey the latest order of the leader as quickly as possible.

And after Lu Yinghua left, Luo Cuilian, who was thinking about her dinner, flashed back into the kitchen, raising her hand to extinguish the flame with precise force, just after the time for a cup of tea.

Looking at the hot casserole on the stove, Luo Cuilian, who was so hungry before, didn't rush to open the lid. She stood there with a troubled face and muttered:

"Is there any way to fix the state of the casserole? Although I want Master and the elderly to taste this rare delicacy, I can't let him eat the defective product that has been heated for the second time."

"Besides, it won't taste good in that case..."

Smelling the intoxicating fragrance, Luo Cuilian, who was frantically swallowing her body fluid, was filled with surging mantra power, her eyes full of appetite showed a resolute look.

"It seems that we can only use powers. Fortunately, enough gods have been killed in recent years, and there are just some powers that can be used in the ashes."

Just when Luo Cuilian was taking power to warm the dishes in order to show filial piety to her master, Lu Yinghua, who had been flying all the way on the grass, rushed down to Lushan Mountain and came to the nearest branch of the Five Prisons Sacred Church, shouting:

"The teacher is out of the mountain!!!"

ps: Second update

ps: ask for a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket, and the leader is so cute!

Chapter 240 The Seventh Walk of the Old Man on the Mountain and Athena

On the plane from Naples, Italy to Tokyo, Japan, Yamanoo and Athena sat in the spacious first-class cabin and enjoyed a meal that was barely tasted.

Athena, who still maintains the appearance of a loli in uniform, sits on the inside by the window, while the old man of the mountain, who looks like a black-haired youth, sits on the outside by the corridor.

The air tickets for the two were bought by the old man of the mountain, and because they did not have a passport or ID card, they deliberately used some mind-control magic.

As for the news about the itinerary to Japan, it was deliberately disclosed to Liliana by the old man of the mountain, and the purpose was to convey the information through her.

Over the past few months, the old man of the mountain has learned a lot of things through the behavior of going into the confidential archives of the local magic association to check the materials.

Naturally, it also included the respective identities of the six current godslayers, and the godslayer in China was, as expected, Luo Cuilian, who he had taught for a month.

"A registered disciple?"

"Although it's because of the space-time tunnel, it's been 200 years since now. I wonder if you still remember my master?"

"Let this business test you, Luo girl."

But when the man on the mountain confessed silently in his heart, Athena sitting beside him was extremely lively.

Although she usually flies around the world, Athena is the first time to take an airplane invented and manufactured by human beings, so she is very curious about all the novelties in front of her.

Athena, who was holding a lunch box, looked at the light blue sky and the cotton candy-like clouds through the window of the plane. She couldn't help but sighed with emotion on her expressionless face, and murmured:

"Hundreds of years ago, the sky was still the exclusive domain of the gods. Although it was not sacred and inviolable, most humans who could only set foot on the ground were unable to set foot in it."

"Even a magician who masters the mystery is only a few hundred meters above the ground. It is absolutely impossible to reach such a height."

"Humans are really a strange race..."

Hearing Athena talking to herself in a low voice, the man of the mountain who also had a very little expression smiled slightly, his black eyes were vicissitudes and deep.

"Although there are many unsatisfactory places, and there are many people who commit crimes and commit crimes, the shining points of human beings will not be covered up by these individual filths."

The old man of the mountain who has guarded the history of mankind for an unknown number of years independently of the time axis sighed. As the crown of the killer rank, he had seen too many gestures in the world when he came.

The savior who walked alone with a sad wish did not know how many people he had seen, and he did not know how many people who threatened the stability of human history had been beheaded by the sword of death.

People who do bad things with good intentions, even if their starting point is right, can't escape the assassination of the Nether Death, because if they do something wrong, they must pay the price.

Athena was only amazed at the speed of human development, because as a god, she never paid too much attention to the world, just like humans would not observe ant society.

Since she fell into a deep sleep a thousand years ago, she has been running around to find the "Gorgon Stone" since she woke up a year ago. Athena has not stopped to observe the world for a long time.

"Perhaps, such a leisurely life is not bad."

Athena, who was thinking like this in her heart, dangled a pair of calves, planning to learn more about human beings after the plane landed, and there happened to be different new cultures in the far east.

Athena, who had never been to Japan, didn't know the magic power contained in that island. Although the world was different, there had long been precedents of degenerating noble angels into dry things.

I hope that the cold and proud Lolita Goddess can keep her full integrity, and don't contribute her meager strength to the progress of the goddess's uselessness.

After eating the warm meal in the lunch box in twos and twos, the mountain old man disposed of the garbage with a flash of fire in his hand, and then turned his head to look at Athena beside him.

The behavior of looking at the scenery while eating made Athena pay a small price. The tip of her nose and face were stained with some food soup, and the corners of her pink lips were covered with white rice grains, which made people feel inexplicably cute.

Originally, she had an ethereal temperament because of the goddess, but now she feels a lot more down-to-earth, at least she looks like an innocent little girl.

"It's said to be more attentive when eating. This is a very sacred thing for human beings."

The old man of the mountain scolded Athena, and took out a wet towel to skillfully wipe off the stains on the other party's face. Similar actions were often done when taking care of Penglai Shanhuiye.

Feeling the cool wet wipes brushing over her face, Athena, who was unprepared, couldn't help being stunned, and found that the old man of the mountain was surprisingly good at taking care of others.

Athena, who put a pair of small hands on her knees, nodded obediently, raised her head and blinked her watery eyes, and responded softly:

"Understood, Suzuki Gooni-chan, Nana won't do it again next time."

"Didn't you say that you have never been to Japan? How can you even speak Japanese?"

The old man of the mountain, who had been teased by Ena Qingqiuin for a long time and became immune, has discovered Huadian, but he, who has never cared about his age, still feels a little uncomfortable after being called young.

But when he thought about Athena's own age as well, the old man of the mountain felt relieved a lot, so he could just treat the two of them as the same generation.

"Although it is true that I have never set foot in the Far East, I have heard people speak this language, so I knew it directly."

Athena casually uttered words that could piss off countless students, but this is not only a privilege unique to gods, even godslayers have the same ability to quickly learn languages.

A foreign language with zero foundation, the godslayer can understand and learn it at an unimaginable speed by picking up a book and casually flipping through it or listening to other people's exchanges, even reaching the level of native language proficiency.

If this magical skill is known to the students who are struggling to pass the fourth and sixth grades every year, maybe a few fierce people who dare to kill gods will emerge from it.

After listening to Athena's casual explanation, the old man of the mountain didn't ask any more questions. There are still a few hours before the plane arrives, so he can take a break for meditation.

After seeing the man on the mountain fell into a deep sleep, the silent Athena took out a newly bought smartphone from her pocket, and played Sokoban with clumsy operation.

For the Goddess of Wisdom, it is very easy to crack the game's levels, but she unexpectedly has a hard time with modern electronic devices, so the progress of the game is as slow as a snail.

Time passed by every minute, and when the plane landed safely at Tokyo Airport, the rising sun in the morning just filled the earth.

Yamanoo Ong and Athena walked out of the airport like ordinary passengers with some luggage in their hands. At the same time, members of the Tokyo Division of the Japanese History Compilation Committee were tremblingly welcoming the arrival of the Hierarch.