Solomon Who Doesn't Want to Be a Doctor is Not a Good Roman

Roman raised the red wine bottle in his hand, hesitating on his face, but after a short moment, he turned his head to look at Erica.

"Now is question time."

PS: I always like Sakura, Tomoyo, and Kanyue-sensei.

Chapter 25 The Spells of the King of Spells

Erika's body tensed suddenly, and she had the illusion of facing a tutor when she was young.

She couldn't understand how in this moment of crisis, she was in the mood to play quizzes.But even he, the person involved, was not in a hurry, and it was even more impossible for Erica to do anything.

"Question [-]: What are 'God's Blood' and 'God's Flesh'?"

Roman's voice was very stable, without any ups and downs that should have been heard in the fierce battle, and it calmed down Erica who was close at hand.

Before answering, she looked at Roman's face, but she couldn't find any information from that smiling face, but there was still a bottle of red wine in front of her, and combined with Erica's understanding of religion, the man in front of her The answer is self-evident.

"It's red wine and wheat."

"correct answer."

Roman pulled out the cork of the red wine bottle, and took a few sips of the bottle, and his face became even more rosy.

The ground began to shake, and it seemed that the Marquis of Vauban had found the location of the two of them, but at this time, neither Roman nor Erica seemed to be in a hurry, as if this war had nothing to do with them.

"Question [-]: My body is composed of the flesh of God, and the blood of God flows in my body, so who am I?"

The pupils of Erika's eyes shrank for a moment, and her lips moved slightly, but she couldn't make a sound.

There is bread in the lunch food. Compared with other foods, the bread is more delicately made. Tamazamae spent more effort on those few breads than other dishes.

Roman didn't urge her, but watched quietly, waiting for her to say the answer.

"is God?"

Her voice was trembling, as if uncontrollable, she spoke an answer that even she herself felt incredible.

"Yes, I am God."

A smile appeared on Roman's face, with confidence and calmness.His face and Erica's memory began to overlap. Many years ago, she followed her uncle Paul more than once. In several memories, the impression given to her by the King of Spells was that she was a confident and calm man who liked to smile. man.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

The [-]-meter human wolf enveloped the two of them. The Marquis of Vauban seemed to lose his mind and completely became a brutal human wolf.

Roman raised his hand unhurriedly, his fingers moved towards the Marquis of Vauban, and he spoke a spell with magic power.

"Priorities: Flour above, authority below."

White powder gathered on Roman's fingertips, and it was not difficult to guess that these powders were wheat flour.A small ball of wheat flour began to deform, turned into dozens of long arrows, and finally shot towards the huge wolf.

The thin sharp arrow looks big, but to the tall wolf, it is just an inconspicuous white silk thread. Before it touched the wolf, it was blown away by the air current from the wolf's body.

Obviously, Roman's spell failed, and the magic spell that the king of spells considered himself a "god" didn't work.

However, Roman's face did not show the embarrassment of being slapped in the face in an instant, but instead showed an expression of "it really is like this".

"Sure enough, people who are too greedy will end up with nothing."

Roman's fingers moved around again, and the disappearing wheat flour reappeared.

"Priorities: Wheat Flour on top, Human Wolf on bottom."

The scene just now reappeared, the sharp white arrow shot towards the wolf who was less than [-] meters away from the two of them.

However, the result this time was quite different from the previous ones. Not only was the arrow made of wheat flour not blown away, but it pierced through the wolf's body.

The divine power usurped from "Apollo the Disobedient" -- the "Greedy Wolves", after being transformed into a human wolf, is not inferior even in the face of the God of Steel, but is injured by the thin wheat flour.If he didn't hide in time, the Marquis of Vauban would have lost an arm at this moment.

"I can smell the scent of God, but I can't feel the existence of my old enemy. King Solomon, your performance really surprised me. Pure human beings can reach this height. Is this the legacy of the age of gods, or is modern people slacking off? ?”

"It should be the latter. Even the grimoires that steal divine power still exist in the world, but human conjurers feel powerless in the face of false gods, so they have to put their hopes on the son of the fool who killed the gods."

Roman read in pieces, complained a few words, then raised the red wine glass and poured red wine into the mouth of the bottle.

The blood on Vauban's shoulder dripped to the ground. Campione's recovery ability was very strong, and the wound quickly recovered from such a light skin trauma.

"Then let me see how the magicians of the Age of Gods fight. The second round begins."

The ugly and ferocious face began to twitch, and the wide mouth showed sharp fangs, but what caught the eye more was the man-wolf's eyes, which began to glow with green light.

Roman grabbed Erica's hand, and then slammed into the big tree behind him.

"Priority: the human body goes up, the tree goes down."

The body did not collide with the tree trunk, but the two of them sank into the tree like entering the sea, and merged with this towering tree.

At the same time that Roman and Erica disappeared, the white wheat flour spread behind them to block the view of the Marquis of Vauban. The wheat flour turned into salt crystals and hung in the air in an instant.

The huge wolf hand broke the crystal in an instant, and smashed into the big tree behind it without losing momentum.

"Priority considerations: big trees go up, wolves go down."

At the same time as the spiritual words were activated, the figures of Roman and Erica appeared on the other side of the number, and the Marquis' wolf hand had already hit the uncle.But the tree that should have been split in two by him remained motionless, and the fist that was comparable to a car couldn't shake the big tree even an inch.

"I understand, your technique."

Vauban's calm voice sounded. He sounded very calm. The irritable he was not dazzled by his own blood, but calmly analyzed Roman's technique.