I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

"Why do you ask me? Uncle Paul." Even as the first godslayer of this century and the sixth demon king in the world, Liliana has always maintained a humble attitude.

Maybe after getting to know each other for a while, Erica will dare to play a prank on Liliana again.

"I'm just a shrine maiden serving His Highness Kuangsan."

Liliana replied, and then Shi Shiran got up.

"Your Highness is back."

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Chapter 42 The Activated Magic Book

Clang clang clang, Kurumi dragged a large self-healing garbage back to the San Gilardino Abbey.

There is no injury in the world, but the more you drag on, the more you get hurt.

At least... the vast majority of Tony's wounds come from bumping stones on the road and slashing from the saw edge on the little thistle leaves.

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Let's not talk about how this group of magicians think about Kuang San, do they equate Ku San and the witch in their hearts, and at the other end of the story, the god of disobedience who stole "Pinda Poem", but Having a little problem.

She escaped from the convent of San Gilardino.

She is Tritogleia (Τριτογ?νεια), the maiden of Lake Trito, the incarnation of Athena.

It is the name sung by the people of Osius when they celebrated in Libya, a distant god.

She is Athena, but not Athena.

The disobedient gods who escaped from the myth would show different postures according to the transmission of the myth, just like Apollo.

The Apollo who was killed by the Marquis of Vauban was Apollo of the Wolf, Apollon Lykeios.

But the sun god also has other incarnations, other names.

Phoibos Apollon...

Apollon SminqeuvV...

Apollo of Disaster (Apollon Loxias)...

and many more.

There are many kinds of myths carried in such carriers as [Iliad] and [Argonauts].

The gods of disobedience displayed from it will also show different attitudes, but in the final analysis, they are all the same existence.

He woke up because he felt his own breath.Tritogleia, or Athena, went all the way north to Great Britain.

God knows what is going on in this world, even in the middle of the night there is an unusual light on the ground.

Brighter than the stars and the moon, dazzling eyes.

People in this era seem to call it neon.

Athena hated such bright nights.

After finally arriving in Great Britain, I suddenly noticed that the breath ran away again.

The bright-eyed girl looked at the south with a sad face, her delicate lips pursed tightly.

There was a lot of traffic on the ground beneath her feet, but no one noticed her existence.

That's a matter of course.

The mighty god of disobedience only needs to think in his heart—now he has no time to pay attention to the long-winded humans.

Only in this way, ordinary mortals will not be able to perceive her existence.

Athena let out a long sigh, and then used this ability to walk into a bakery.

"It's... it's not stealing!"

"It's just to collect offerings."

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The disobedient goddess can only control her own power and continue to slowly embark on the journey towards that bondage.

Meanwhile, another monarch was on his way to Italy.

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After finally chasing that bond to the countryside south of Florence, Athena had already figured out where the bond came from.

It was the covenant she made with Prometheus in the ancient age of gods, and the carrier of the covenant was right in front of her eyes.

But Athena couldn't get back the book of covenant at all, not even the idea of ​​approaching.

The owl's voice was warning her, and the invincible terrifying existence was guarded in the Book of Covenant.

Godslayer...

God of disobedience...

The saint descends...