I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

"No...you're already strong enough." Kuang San smiled, and under her hands, the center of the girl's eyebrows lit up little by little, like silver flawless light.

"Just a mere saint." Kurumi's face was full of disdain.As if to say-

Garbage, it's all rubbish.

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On top of the towers of San Gimignano.

The blond boy spread his legs and sat in an extremely indecent posture.

He rested his chin in his hands and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Where did you say that the heretical god ran to, Youjie? You must have sensed it before."

Even if the god of disobedience emerges from the myth, he still carries his own mission.

If you make a wish to Yato for 500 yen, you will get a wish.

He came here to slash and kill the heretical gods... It's a pity that he didn't see it once for so many days.

However, he could sense that a terrifying existence was coming from afar.

"What about martyrdom for the sake of righteousness?" The young man wiped the divine sword in his hand, and another face was reflected on the broad, mirror-like blade.

Dark red blood-stained messy hair, and golden vertical pupils under the messy hair.

"Then...you're free."

Although there were rhetoric on his lips, he knew from the bottom of his heart that there was a gap between God and God.

But...how it will end is unknown.

He has the power to kill the enemy with one blow.

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Ling Lie's fighting intent came from afar, and the young god tilted his head in astonishment.

"Little...Little girl???"

★part.29 The sixth demon king who came to the world

From the rolling hills overgrown with cypress forests, the young girl strode forward from the end of the horizon with a firm 'steel' step.

That vigorous fighting spirit, even a teenager who is thousands of meters apart, can easily perceive it.

The boy's mortal body is excited, looking forward to the showdown with the young knight.

It is precisely what is imprinted in this body's bloodline instinct... the desire to fight against the strong.

The blond-haired young god sighed and put the overly wide long sword back into its sheath.

"Today is April 4rd."

Today... was the last day he wanted to go to war.

The opponent...is the subordinate he least wants to fight.

Some helpless young gods jumped down from the tower and brushed off the robes branded with the bright red cross.

This battle is inevitable.

He walked through the stream of people as if no one saw him.

Just looking at those smiling people with bright red roses, the young gods are confident and high-spirited.

"This is... the world I protect with my blood and my life!"

He spread his arms and picked a rose from a passing flower shop.As if embracing his descendants, he greeted the girl who was slowly killing her.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he was not a god in Celtic mythology, and would not lose his power because of Geis' oath.

He is a protector of saints in England, Georgia, Moscow, Catalonia, Malta, Italy, Lithuania, Ethiopia, Scouting, soldiers.

A knight who slaughtered dragons.

A saint who was martyred by Christ.

And facing him step by step, turning his fighting spirit into a sharp sword, it was the young knight from Italy, Liliana.

The young god did not despise the young girl in front of her because of her age, and the girl's high-spirited will was stronger than that of the Roman soldier.

The chill of fate has gripped the heart of the young god.

He drifted like the wind to the open space outside the city, meeting Liliana's eyes.

The young god applauded the state of combat readiness that the body naturally entered.

"I never thought that Epimetheus' illegitimate son could be so young."

The illegitimate son of Epimetheus, the son of Pandora, the Demon King, Campione, the God-killer... There are many such titles, but there is no doubt that they all belong to those who have completed the great work of killing gods.

"I don't have that kind of talent." Liliana's delicate little face looked serious, but returned the praise of the gods in front of her.

He clearly has a flawless appearance and intelligence, but that high-mountain flower-like posture is daunting.

"It was only by the grace of His Highness that I got this power by chance."