I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

"Let's not talk about the other heroic spirits. Anyway, there is no guy in the entire community or even the Hall of Valor who can compete with the old man of the mountain."

Liliana believed Perseus' words after hearing the words, and firmly remembered the appearance of the mountain man so that she would not inadvertently offend him when they met again in the future.

"However, Lord Weng of the Mountain is a godslayer? Why do I think that if this is the case, all the disobedient gods who dare to talk casually will be massacred."

Perseus muttered silently, as if he had imagined the scene of the mountain man holding a big sword in his hands and walking freely among the crowd of gods, without any exaggeration.

Liliana was also very curious about Perseus's respectful attitude when he saw his superior just now, so she tried to ask:

"Then what kind of person is the Weng of the Mountain in the eyes of Lord Perseus? It seems that you seem to be a little afraid of him."

"Nonsense, who made me ride steps when most of the situations come to the world."

Perseus complained in his heart for no reason, but the expression on his face did not change, and he replied leisurely:

"Even though Senior Mountain Man looks a bit hideous and terrifying, he is actually a very kind and kind old man, and he doesn't really know how to act until the bell rings."

"Grandpa?"

Liliana couldn't help being taken aback, her silver-white eyebrows raised upwards, her big blue eyes blinked, and she asked blankly:

"Could it be that the old man of the mountain is already very old? Although he can't see his real appearance, he is full of energy just by hearing the voice."

"I don't know more specific information, and I won't be bored to collect and inquire about it. After all, being alive is the most important thing."

Perseus shook his head and ended the topic. He looked up at the bright moon hanging in the sky, and changed the subject:

"It looks like there are still two or three hours before dawn, so let's find a place to rest first. It's been a long time since I've done anything seriously, and I'm really sore after a big battle."

Liliana's heartbeat, which had finally calmed down, sped up again, and her cheeks were quickly stained with a seductive blush, as if something had been made up by Perseus' words.

But before Liliana reached her peak, Perseus' next words completely restored her composure, as if a basin of ice water had been poured on her head.

"Master, did you hear it just now? Because of the cross-world, the contract between you and me will end at sunrise, and I will embark on the road to return."

Perseus, who was looking up at the starry sky, did not stop talking. The slightly salty sea breeze blew past his face, shaking the hem of the young man's black robe and the girl's silver hair.

"Although it was only a short journey, Liliana, you are undoubtedly an excellent master. I am very happy to be able to win for you as a heroic spirit..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt someone hugging him from behind. Feeling the slender arms around his waist and the delicate body of the girl on his back, Perseus fell silent.

"Is there any chance for me to see you again? Lord Perseus."

The girl's delicate but trembling voice was full of reluctance, no matter how dull Perseus was, he would not fail to understand the meaning, and he himself was not an elm-headed person.

Liliana didn't ask the other party if there was a possibility of staying, because she knew that it was simply unrealistic, and with her personality, she wouldn't expect so much.

Feeling the girl's deep emotions, Perseus sighed heavily, and put his generous palm on the back of Liliana's hand, comforting him:

"Although it is a thing with almost zero hope, it is not impossible to look forward to the appearance of fate and miracles."

Liliana could feel that Perseus didn't have superfluous feelings for her, at most it was the friendship and appreciation established after the team battle, but the girl was not discouraged.

She took the initiative to release the arms that were encircling her and pulled them back. She raised her hand as quickly as possible to wipe away the tears welling up in her eyes, and at the same time she stepped back a few steps, a smile appeared on her pretty face.

Liliana, who has a strong and stubborn personality, doesn't want the other party to see her weak and crying appearance, and at the same time, she doesn't want her actions to cause trouble to the other party.

"Thank you, Lord Perseus."

Facing the ebb and flow of the sea, the girl who did not know when to perform the knight ceremony thanked Perseus:

"On behalf of the entire people of Naples, Liliana Krannichar, a knight of the Bronze Black Cross Knights, thank you for protecting this city."

When the rising sun shone on the sea and the beach, Perseus, who stood alone by the sea, was turned into gold powder, while Liliana had already returned to the association's residence.

After all, an extraordinary battle broke out in the seaport of Naples. Naturally, it was necessary to report the incident in detail to the senior leadership of the Knights Order, and arrange for professionals to cover up the scene as soon as possible.

At the request of Perseus, Liliana did not expose its existence in the report, but pushed the credit for killing the gods to the old man on the mountain.

Originally, Liliana was worried that this move would make the old man unhappy, but Perseus said that such a trivial matter would not let the old man care at all.

Just as Liliana was carrying out the reporting work step by step, Perseus, who had returned to Little Garden, was on his way to Gilgamesh's office.

The usually quiet community became much more lively due to the upcoming war. Heroic spirits in charge of various matters came and went in the corridor, and orders were issued from the wise king in an orderly manner.

"As expected of a king whose leadership is as high as A+, this kind of control over the overall situation and the efficiency of handling affairs, I am afraid that there are not many people in the entire Throne of Heroes who can match it?"

Perseus stopped when he came to the door of the office. Although the door was opened casually, he raised his hand and politely knocked on the door twice.

Gilgamesh, who was sitting behind the desk reviewing the documents, didn't look up, his red snake eyes quickly scanned the contents of the paper, and his serious eyes never left the documents.

"Come in, put the documents that require my king's signature and confirmation on the left, those that need to be reviewed and approved on the right, and put the business reports in the middle of the table."

The virtuous king who was obsessed with work didn't even look at who was coming, and a series of requests that he had said countless times came out of his mouth like a conditioned reflex.

Perseus, who walked into the office, felt quite ashamed looking at the hero king who had worked so hard, and he felt even more ashamed when he thought of how he was sitting around doing nothing on weekdays.

Perseus, who came to the desk and stood firm, suppressed the shame in his heart, and said softly:

"King of Heroes, I have seen Lord Weng of the Mountain."

As soon as these words came out, Gilgamesh's pen tip, which was writing the approval opinion, paused severely, and looked at the person with his eyes glued to the report.

"Perseus? You just said you saw the man on the mountain? Where is it?"

Facing Gilgamesh's question, Perseus felt a strong sense of oppression, as if a mountain was pressing on his shoulders.

But Perseus was not dissatisfied because of this, after all, even if he stood in the position of a wise king, he would doubt it when he first heard the news, instead of believing it directly.

"It was in a different world. I was summoned there by accident. After fighting with the local gods there, Lord Weng of the Mountain appeared in front of me on his own initiative."

"Forgive me that you don't dare to fabricate such a big thing to have fun here with me. Although the process is a bit bizarre, I will believe it for the time being."

Gilgamesh had put down the pen at this moment, his cold snake eyes narrowed slightly, and asked in a deep voice:

"It seems that the old man did not come back with you. If so, did he ask you to convey something to the king?"

Perseus heaved a sigh of relief after feeling that the pressure on his body was removed, and then told the King of Heroes everything that the mountain man asked him to relay.

"The old man of the mountain said that he found a problem in that world, so he will deal with the matter there before returning."

"And from now on, all the affairs in the Xingyue Community will be entrusted to you and the First Emperor, and he will not ask anything again."

2Chapter 16 The leader comes out

Just as the land of Europe ushered in a new day, the distant eastern continent was already full of crescent moons and dense stars.

The moonlight tonight is slightly dim, but the Lushan Mountain at night also has a different beauty under the faint light.

The "rustling" sound of the branches shaken by the wind and the "chirp" sound of insects are mixed together, together with a few crisp birdsong from the jungle, weaving a natural and wonderful serenade.

Nocturnal birds and beasts are looking for prey to fill their stomachs, but all the ferocious carnivores carefully avoid the only bright spot in the forest, because there is the guy who stands at the top of the food chain in the entire Lushan Mountain. .

Faint light slipped out through the window of the hut in the forest, curls of cooking smoke rose straight up, bursts of mouth-watering meat smell wafted from the house, people couldn't help but imagine that they had eaten The most delicious food.

In the kitchen of the thatched cottage, a girl in Hanfu squatting in front of the stove to add firewood hums an ancient rhyme song. Her long black hair like a waterfall hangs on her jade back, and the red light of the flames reflects on her snow-white face. Adds a touch of unique flair.

The moderately sized flames licked the bottom of the casserole, and the sound of 'sizzling' steam disturbed the silence in the kitchen.

The girl's big black eyes were focused on the steaming casserole, and the expression on her face was extremely serious, as if she was doing something very sacred.

"I've worked hard all afternoon, and it looks like I'll be done with a cup of tea."

Crouching on the ground with her knees hugged, she pursed her red lips and murmured to herself in a low voice, her clear voice echoing in the kitchen like a lark.

"The mythical beast that was only described in the Shan Hai Jing, it took a lot of effort to slaughter it without destroying the meat quality, thanks to the flying phoenix twelve divine palms that have been practiced well enough."

The girl in Hanfu murmured and sucked her saliva, her beautiful eyes sparkling with light.

"I don't know what it will smell like, but it smells pretty good anyway."

Speaking of this, the girl didn't know what to recall, her originally high-spirited expression faded, and she sighed:

"Hey, it would be great if the master was here. I really want him to taste this rare beast and Lian's current craftsmanship."

Just as Luo Cuilian waited intently by counting the seconds, there was a sound of quick and light footsteps coming from far and near outside the thatched cottage.

Luo Cuilian frowned when she noticed the approaching person, guessing that unless there was something very important, no one would go up the mountain to disturb her after nightfall.

"Could it be possible, is there a god of disobedience descending somewhere?"

She stepped out of the thatched cottage, and Lu Yinghua's figure just landed in the courtyard of the thatched cottage, looking anxious and panting.

Before Lu Yinghua saluted according to the rules, Luo Cuilian raised her hand and waved the disciple who was about to pay homage to stand up, and said:

"Yinghua, you came up to the mountain late at night to find your teacher. Thinking about it, you must have something very urgent, right? This gift can be avoided, anyway, I don't care about these things at all."

"Thank you, Master, Ying Hua really has something important to report here."

After recovering from his breath, Lu Yinghua slightly bowed and cupped his fists to salute. After seeing Luo Cuilian nodded slightly, he began his report.

"According to the news from the Bronze Black Cross, the Italian magic association, the seventh king successfully killed another God of Disobedience yesterday, and now has a complete portrait of him."

As Lu Yinghua spoke, he took out a long tube from his waist, took out the paper with the portrait inside it, held it in both hands, and presented it to Luo Cuilian.

Luo Cuilian, who picked up the portrait, didn't pay attention to it at first, and after unfolding the scroll, she didn't notice anything at first glance, until her gaze fell on the big sword, and her eyes suddenly widened.

Although she had never seen the Man of the Mountain fully armed, she had seen the Sword of Death, and the impression was so clear that she would never forget it in her life.

Lu Yinghua, who kept his head down, didn't notice anything strange about his master, but continued to report the collected information while Luo Cuilian was silent.

"In addition, the seventh king has already left Italy. According to the exact news from Europe, his next destination will be Japan."

"Japan? Why not come to China directly."

Luo Cuilian couldn't help pouting her mouth when she heard the words, and her tone was filled with a hint of dissatisfaction and coquettishness, which made Lu Yinghua so frightened that she almost crippled her ears on the spot.

But the thing that surprised Lu Yinghua was not over yet, and when he heard Luo Cuilian's words, he suddenly turned around and said to himself:

"Forget it, if that's the case, then I have no choice but to go to Japan."

The master, who has always been too lazy to go to the mountains, actually wanted to go abroad on his own initiative when the god of disobedience did not descend?

Could it be that this abnormal behavior and attitude is for meeting a newly promoted godslayer?

Is there anything special about this seventh king?

Back then, when the other godslayers were born, the master didn't even bother to talk to him, and at most he took the initiative to teach the uninvited King of Swords a lesson.

Just when Lu Yinghua was stunned by the shock, Luo Cuilian, who had already made up her mind, flicked the sleeves of the Hanfu and ordered:

"Go get ready, Hawking."

"I'm going out to Japan for a trip, and the official negotiations and itinerary arrangements will be handled by the relevant departments of the Holy Church, as quickly as possible."

Although Luo Cuilian never intervenes in the affairs of the Five Hells Sacred Church, as the leader, she is undoubtedly the absolute ruler of the entire sect, and no one dares to disobey her orders.

Lu Yinghua, who knew everything well, responded with clasped fists, and then dodged down the mountain at a speed not weaker than when he came, trying to convey the latest order of the leader as quickly as possible.

And after Lu Yinghua left, Luo Cuilian, who was thinking about her dinner, flashed back into the kitchen, raising her hand to extinguish the flame with precise force, just after the time for a cup of tea.

Looking at the hot casserole on the stove, Luo Cuilian, who was so hungry before, didn't rush to open the lid. She stood there with a troubled face and muttered:

"Is there any way to fix the state of the casserole? Although I want Master and the elderly to taste this rare delicacy, I can't let him eat the defective product that has been heated for the second time."

"Besides, it won't taste good in that case..."

Smelling the intoxicating fragrance, Luo Cuilian, who was frantically swallowing her body fluid, was filled with surging mantra power, her eyes full of appetite showed a resolute look.

"It seems that we can only use powers. Fortunately, enough gods have been killed in recent years, and there are just some powers that can be used in the ashes."

Just when Luo Cuilian was taking power to warm the dishes in order to show filial piety to her master, Lu Yinghua, who had been flying all the way on the grass, rushed down to Lushan Mountain and came to the nearest branch of the Five Prisons Sacred Church, shouting:

"The teacher is out of the mountain!!!"

2Chapter 17 The Two-Way of the Mountain Man and Athena

On the plane from Naples, Italy to Tokyo, Japan, Yamanoo and Athena sat in the spacious first-class cabin and enjoyed a meal that was barely tasted.

Athena, who still maintains the appearance of a loli in uniform, sits on the inside by the window, while the old man of the mountain, who looks like a black-haired youth, sits on the outside by the corridor.

The air tickets for the two were bought by the old man of the mountain, and because they did not have a passport or ID card, they deliberately used some mind-control magic.

As for the news about the itinerary to Japan, it was deliberately disclosed to Liliana by the old man of the mountain, and the purpose was to convey the information through her.

Over the past few months, the old man of the mountain has learned a lot of things through the behavior of going into the confidential archives of the local magic association to check the materials.

Naturally, it also included the respective identities of the six current godslayers, and the godslayer in China was, as expected, Luo Cuilian, who he had taught for a month.

"A registered disciple?"

"Although it's because of the space-time tunnel, it's been 200 years since now. I wonder if you still remember my master?"

"Let this business test you, Luo girl."