Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

Amadeus had doubts in his heart, but he did not think too much about it and continued to devote himself to composing the music.

This is why I created this world, Amadeus. You will always be immersed in this endless cycle.

Under the moonlight, the unicorn strolled along the broad road, its silver back slowly passing through the marble railings by the river.

There are some things in this world that shouldn't exist, and they struggle to escape from this world again and again. Those are the activities he adds to his own entertainment time.

Now, it's time to have some fun.

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PS1: This is how the price of TITAN stickers increased by nearly thousands of times from street stall goods. kqly is really amazing.

PS2: There are still four days left and it’s too difficult for me.

Chapter 163 Tell me his name

A very fast combo.

This is no longer a human skill. It makes people want to sympathize with the enemy's fist, ruthlessly smashing the skull. Well, even though the enemy is originally a skeleton...

The remaining group of skeletons retreated slightly and then suddenly pounced forward. I never thought that they would actually avenge their companions?

But in Allen's opinion, this is more like stubbornness.

A skeleton aimed at the stiff gap where she couldn't retract her right fist, and attacked with the bone knife in its hand.

Faced with this dangerous situation, she simply turned her head slightly, making the attack miss, and at the same time kicked it in the side.

She once again demonstrated what it meant to be quick, accurate and ruthless, and she hit its head off like a broken vase. She didn't even look at it and turned to face the prey that attacked her from behind, but in his opinion, the result was no different.

Is this the fighting technique of the Gods?

It can not only repel attacks from all directions, but also ruthlessly smash the dance of death in front of it.

It's really gorgeous and enjoyable.

"It seems like it doesn't matter whether I'm there or not. It's not my turn to appear."

Alan was also fighting as he watched in trance, but after he finally physically dismantled one skeleton, Scathach had already completely shattered seven or eight.

Just as the word "smash" literally means, she shattered the skeleton with her slightly slender hands and feet brilliantly, rendering it completely useless and unable to stand up again.

"So strong." Alan swallowed subconsciously.

There were no reinforcing runes on his fists, legs, and knees; he only wore black leather gloves. These were killing skills that were developed through superb fighting skills and a long period of time.

And of course, there's that natural intuition.

Facing such a self-propelled humanoid weapon, no matter how many sieges they launched, they would be no match for it.

The Skeleton Army, which had turned from hunters into prey, suffered the same fate as the hunted sheep and was eventually destroyed by her alone.

After achieving such fruitful results, Scathach simply wiped the sweat from her forehead, but there was no warmth at all in her palms.

"So, these are what the 'wedge' is associated with? To be honest, they are not worth mentioning." She put away her leather gloves, patted the dust off her windbreaker, and said to the stunned Alan.

I was mentally prepared for the result, but it was still unbelievable. After nearly wiping out the entire team alone, Unit-01 just wiped off the sweat...

Well, now Alan really believed that he was weak.

"Its function is somewhat similar to that of a familiar, although it lacks reason and has been given a single function of attacking living things with vital signs. It is very suitable for large-scale human wave tactics."

"But, they were all destroyed by you..."

"Oh, really?" Scathach rarely showed her innocent side, but she reacted after just a few seconds, coughing lightly a few times to hide the abnormality in her expression.

"Obviously, Paris has become dangerous at night. So, Alan, do you want to continue tonight?"

"There's plenty of time anyway."

Moreover, the Demon Pillar has not been deployed yet.

In this space where there is no concept of time in the strict sense, because there is no end, there will always be chances of encountering each other by chance.

Don’t you agree, Mr. Demon Pillar?

"Okay, and I want to apologize for doubting you before. The abnormality in Paris was caused by these 'wedges' and the unknown Demon Pillar behind them, not you. Well, although strictly speaking you are also a member of the Demon Pillar."

"So you really doubted me..."

"You know, if I were to make a ranking list, Alan, you would definitely be at the bottom."

[FNNDP! I am an intellectual! I am a strategist! Allen, you should fight her! ]

No, forget it. I won't do anything like trying to stop a chariot with my bare hands.

"Forget it. I'm used to taking the blame anyway. Besides, the original situation was pretty much the same."

It's nothing more than transferring from one demon pillar to another. Should I go to Madrid to ask Benzema for advice?

"By the way, did we just pass by a snack bar?"

"...I refuse."

Scathach ruthlessly rejected Alan's request. Just as the queen was about to continue patrolling her territory, she suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Alan, there is something you should express your opinion on."

"what happened?"

Alan had a bad feeling.

"Since this reincarnation cycle space was not created by you, then it can only be related to another person who was also pulled into this space."

"Who?"

"You know that person."

As they walked, more and more people gathered around them. In the middle of the night, Rishikeha's dark black windbreaker, with its simple style, made him look young and tall. His camel-colored casual shoes tied up his jeans, and his outfit was eye-catching. People around him took a second look at him. Some people even whistled.

In comparison with such a dazzling Scathach, the men around her seem a little shabby.

"I shouldn't have gone with you."

"But it's true that you have a very beautiful girlfriend."

"Don't kill, don't kill."

They left here quickly, and people behind them were talking about it.

"Man, I'm telling you, that's definitely my type."

"Don't say that. I'm greedy for those legs too. It must be very comfortable to do it."

"Social security, I want social security!"

Of course, there were many who did not notice Alan.

"Is this little boy a gigolo?"

"Maybe, eh..."

Although the temperature in Paris late at night was only 17 or 8 degrees, it would not make people catch a cold, but just now, Alan sneezed.

"What's going on? This is..."

"I guess you think you're the gigolo I keep." Scathach was used to this. She had heard similar words when she was with Cu Chulainn.

Of course, those people were eventually beaten back one by one by Cu Chulainn.

"Well, let's continue what we were talking about last time. About the other person involved."

Alan knew who Scathach was talking about.

He really wanted to hide it for his friend, but hiding it was useless in front of her, so he simply stopped pretending and answered decisively.

That's a glorious name.

It is also extremely consistent with his shining identity.

And the mastermind behind him.

She hopes to sort out and infer certain conclusions from it.

Alan knew this very well.

"Amadeus, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart."

At least for now, he is still called this name.

PS1: The Nerazzurri are worthy of their reputation. They are heading for the quarterfinals of the Champions League. In contrast, Tottenham are being hammered at home. It's so miserable.

PS2: I have some health problems, but I don’t dare to go to the hospital. It’s so annoying.

PS3: After the remake of Moyi...what is it?

Chapter 164: The Little White Mouse and the Evil Scientist

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, an ordinary composer.

As a person favored by the Muse, he only left behind some relatively excellent works.

He was not a social misfit, but he was a musical genius, at least half the world believed him to be.

Although it is rumored that Amadeus was not only proficient in musical magic derived from Orpheus, but also had a deep relationship with the legendary Solomon magic.

The truth is, he was just a nobody who was obsessed with the world of music, was treated as a genius for doing something insignificant, and was revered as a heroic spirit after his death.

But he is still alive and kicking now.

"So why are you asking this? He is not a god, but just an ordinary person living in this world."

"That's exactly what makes him suspicious." After hearing Alan's answer, she became more convinced of her guess.

"So why was he pulled into this world like you?"

"Perhaps, he just got lost by mistake. After all, he is just an ordinary person of low status, completely different from what we thought."

He could only lower his head helplessly in the face of the pale and powerless explanation. In front of the "wisdom of the devil's world", any specious arguments or sophistry were useless.

"I already knew this, and it's no use for you to explain it now."

It’s over.

"Do you have any other ideas? Do you want to kill him? If so, please take me with you."

"...you think too much."

That's not the case at all, she whispered, adding that this kind of rolling back the game is completely useless.

"I didn't expect you to be so funny. Someone like you would actually have such an expression. Well, it's a bit disappointing, but it's also to be expected."

"We are discussing the way out of this situation now, not some gossip, Scathach."

Generally speaking, humans not only have the desire to "save XXX", which is also recognized by the world, but what surprised her was that even though she had already embarked on that path, this desire still existed.

It was incredible that he had the desire to save that person. In a way, staying here was the best ending for him.

“It’s not like I don’t have any desire at all.”

"what?"

"Remember that puzzle? The one with the missing piece? I don't know why it went back with me."

"If I really have a wish, it's to complete that puzzle."

The two of them leaned against the stone railing and chatted, watching the moonlight shining brightly on the ground. Dew gradually formed, the voices of people fell silent, and only the sound of the river water could be heard under the bridge.

"Alan."

"Sorry, I can't feel it, but I can still see the origin. Let's go."

Scathach reacted quickly and ran there without even saying a word like "follow me".

“Is it difficult to use dual guns?”

"Not strong enough."

"So how powerful are you Scathach?"

"Enough so that the shoulders can carry the same weight as the chest."

Wow, what's the question?