With the ability to transform, I am a judge.

Previously, someone who disobeyed Westcott's decision was crushed to death by some force, their neck twisted into an extremely bizarre angle.

With a cold laugh, Westcott's lips curled up even more dramatically, almost to the point of madness.

"To be associated with things that belong to me, with my power, is unforgivable..."

"Kill everyone you encounter."

PS: 1. This is the first update today.

2. Hmm~

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Hmm!

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(No prize for this quiz: How many of the above are "unlucky"?)

Chapter 608, Section 569: Opening the Great to Show Respect

Chapter 608: Opening the Gate to Show Respect

In the stillness of the night, a splash of blood was spilled on the ground, as spectacular as a gushing spring, and extremely gruesome.

Shortly after the mercenaries brought by Westcott entered the town, they were attacked by an unknown enemy, and they couldn't even see where anyone was.

Westcott, who was outside, sensed something was wrong, but when he arrived at the scene, all he found on the ground was his subordinate with a pierced chest and a large pool of blood.

The legion, which was divided into several small teams, had one team wiped out right away, indicating that the enemy's fighting strength was quite considerable.

Taking out the pre-prepared tracking spell, Westcott's eyes widened as the spell was activated, and he immediately turned to look behind him.

It was a divine majesty, with blazing flames behind him emitting a terrifying light, silver-white armor and a dark blue robe, and a lion helmet that concealed his face.

It was as if the lion god had descended to earth; his immense majesty made Westcott almost unable to breathe. The sharp aura emanating from the silver-white spiral spear caused a dull ache in his chest even from a distance.

He took a deep breath to relieve the pressure. Although it wasn't the elven power he sought, this person's aura was equally exaggerated.

What he sought was unparalleled, world-destroying power; whether it belonged to an elf or not was irrelevant. He wanted to find a way to capture it and study it…

The fervor for power overcame his fear, and the unknown man's not-so-tall physique finally restored some of Westcott's fighting spirit. He quickly pressed the collection device on his waist.

He alone is not enough; there is absolutely no way he can subdue the god before him. He must concentrate all his forces to try.

He pulled out a pistol hidden in his clothes, a smirk playing on his lips, and frantically pulled the trigger, firing every single bullet.

Bang!

The gunshots did not awaken the town. Yang Li, who had activated cognitive interference, ensured that everything that happened on this street would remain unknown to the outside world.

An invisible wind sliced ​​through the bullet, and the clanging of metal on metal stunned Westcott, his fear once again overpowering his arrogance.

Dropping his gun, Westcott decisively chose to run away. Without having prepared combat techniques in advance, he couldn't possibly defeat this god on his own.

Unfortunately, God did not give him a chance. The moment he turned his head and took a step, a beam of light pierced his abdomen and pinned him to the ground.

"Ughhhhhh..."

Golden ripples slowly spread out, and silver chains extended from them, passing through Westcott and encircling him before finally anchoring themselves to the ground.

If Gilgamesh knew that his Chains of Heaven were being used like this, no matter how strong Yang Li was, he would definitely be furious and draw Ea to fight her to the death.

When used on a target possessing divinity, this Chains of Heaven are incredibly powerful; however, against humans, they are merely like ordinary chains, easily broken.

Unfortunately, Westcott himself was too weak. He did not have an extraordinary physical body; all he had was the cunning to plan everything and mediocre magical abilities, which he used for the wrong purposes.

The Holy Lance was raised, and just as Yang Li was about to use Rungomminiad to kill Westcott, several people burst in.

"BOSS!"

With a shout, a hail of bullets descended, and several mercenaries carrying submachine guns opened fire decisively.

Flames rose, and Yang Li, who had activated the Monarch Flame, raised his left hand and flicked his slightly bent fingers. The flame domain instantly melted all the bullets, and the surrounding area of ​​more than ten meters was transformed into the Monarch Flame domain.

"Is it only Westcott? It would be great if we could just deal with them all at once..."

Yang Li, who had only displayed terrifying power from beginning to end without saying a word, muttered to himself as he pointed the Holy Lance in his hand at Westcott.

Amidst the explosive sound of burning air, a jet of material hurtled through the air at high speed, and at the same time, all the mercenaries not far away rushed out and lay prone on the ground.

The green shell flew right in front of my face, and as the intense heat melted it, the RPG also emitted a dazzling light...

"boom!!!"

The street was blown up. The couple who were working hard in the next room stared blankly at the suddenly shattered wall as thick smoke poured in.

The swirling flames engulfed the godlike being. Westcott, who had been busy for a while before finally breaking free of the chains of heaven, also got up from his lying position.

A smile crept onto his lips, and he laughed, a strange surge of joy welling up inside him.

"Hahahaha... To directly confront the power of modern technology, how arrogant, god."

With one hand on his forehead, Westcott, laughing maniacally, tilted his head back, unaware that his henchmen around him were backing away, looking as if they had seen a ghost.

The wind blew away the black smoke, and the sound of horses' hooves echoed on the scorched ground. The white steeds looked out of place on the dilapidated streets.

The figure on horseback was unharmed, catching the RPG with his bare hands as easily as swatting a fly. Westcott's laughter stopped abruptly, looking quite embarrassed.

Beneath her silver gauntlets, the Ten Rings gleamed, and the eight-legged divine horse Sleipnis was disguised as a group of armored white horses.

At this moment, she is revealing herself as King Arthur, so naturally she cannot have a horse with eight hooves. Such a mythical creature would be too exaggerated.

The card corresponds to the Lancer class, and even after changing it with the Holy Sword, it's still just Saber. If it were Rider, she wouldn't need to go through all this trouble.

Using hypnotic magic, the neighboring house was affected, and the two people making love ignored what was happening on the street. The dust that rose from the ground sealed the walls again.

"Holy Lance, pull anchor."

"The thirteen seals have been lifted; the roundtable meeting begins!"

Beneath the icy voice shone a chilling power; the silver holy spear suddenly emitted an extremely dazzling light.

Despite being separated by the gap between different worlds, Yang Li still summoned twelve phantoms, their spears pointing directly at their target.

Because she is now Arthur himself when she uses the Holy Lance, she did not summon King Arthur of the Moon World, but there was no need for it.

"This is for saving the world... Never mind, I'll handle it, you guys just leave me alone—Arthur."

A burst of light erupted, and a massive storm raged, plunging the entire town into chaos. The ultimate release of hypnotic magic rendered everyone oblivious to the extraordinary phenomena in the world.

Yang Li didn't want anyone to bother her anymore, so she decided to send a warning to the world: elves are not to be trifled with...

"Shining in the Spear of the End (Rhongomyniad)!!"

The storm anchor that bound the stars was pulled up. Although it was not fully released to its maximum extent, Yang Li still managed to open five seals in one go.

After all, she was only dealing with a group of ordinary people, and she also planned to leave some survivors to make those magicians understand that the real world was beyond their comprehension.

Whether Westcott survives or not depends on his own luck...

PS: 1. This is the second update today.

2. Any game recommendations? I'd prefer single-player games, but also those that can connect to servers and play with others...

So boring da☆ze

Chapter 609, Section 570: The Title Girl Doesn't Want to Work

Chapter 609: The Title Girl Doesn't Want to Work

A sacred pillar of light pierced the heavens and the earth, directly illuminating the country called Japan. The rising radiance was captivating and awe-inspiring.

The slightly upward attack prevented the town from being completely wiped out; the mercenaries caught in the crossfire perished on the spot, turning into light.

The vast and magnificent beam of light lasted for a long time, even evaporating and dispersing the rain clouds in the sky. Under this attack, Westcott gave up thinking.

Unable to resist the overwhelming force of the god, whose power was beyond imagination, even this magician genius subconsciously chose to give up.

That is a power that modern technology cannot match. The storm anchor that binds the stars is beyond human comprehension. The impact on the mind is so great that it makes people want to give up.

The beam of light streaked across his body, unavoidable even by spatial teleportation magic. The cracked ground surged upwards, propelling Westcott towards the beam...

With the liberation of Lungominiad over, the scattered invisible bonds were reloaded, and Yang Li held the spiraling silver holy lance in his hand.

Yang Li waved it lightly in front of her a few times, then put it away with a regretful expression. After all, it wasn't the kind of gun she was used to using.

She can wield any weapon, whether it's the Scáthach spear, which is essentially a javelin, Odin's divine declaration, or even the super-long divine spear of the little sun.

The only thing that felt awkward to use was this spiral-shaped gun body, even for someone who had once possessed Artoria's memories.

It's not that I don't know how to use it, but it just doesn't feel right. It lacks that comfortable and satisfying feel, so it can only be used as one of my special moves rather than a commonly used weapon.

Rungomminiad dissipated into spiritual particles, and Yang Li, who was using the White Gun Dazai card, removed his armor and felt dizzy looking at his chest.

She found it very uncomfortable. She could feel the sheer size and grandeur of the Northern Hemisphere breasts, but overall, for someone with a very standard figure like her, such breasts were too much of a disadvantage in combat.

Putting aside the left and right swaying caused by the large movements, even drawing and retracting the gun is affected, which is really uncomfortable.

Golden light tore through the invisible wind, and Yang Li, with a holy sword appearing in his hand, changed his spirit origin to Saber mode without the slightest hesitation.

Yang Li breathed a sigh of relief as her breasts disappeared rapidly and her height was forced to decrease. The tightness in her chest was gone, and the advantages of having a flat chest were indeed unique.

Having experienced two scales drastically different from his own, Yang Li decided to use that secret medicine again in the future, hoping to shrink people's hearts even further.

After all, such things are useless except for aesthetics, and they also greatly affect combat, so it would be more practical to simply make them smaller.

With the Holy Sword sheathed and the card deloaded, Yang Li, now back to his normal appearance, prepared to return to the hotel, but the scene still needed some cleaning up.

Although it has another special skill, 'information erasure,' which allows people to ignore the horrific scene, this thing itself doesn't disappear. It would be awkward if someone stepped into the pit.

With a relaxed mind, a large number of elements began to restore the scene under control, and the ground and damaged walls were repaired using earth elements.

He wiped away all the bloodstains and other things on the ground with his divine flames, repaired the scorched ground with earth elements, and then Yang Li yawned and began his return journey.

With the hood of her black trench coat pulled up, Yang Li quietly made her way back to her room. She paused for a moment as she opened the door.