Zongman, the history of a devil's rise

(No, absolutely not.)

Luos, who was laughing wildly on the chair, did not notice that Vulkan, who was kneeling on the ground with his head down, had clenched his fists tightly.

His eyes were so red that they seemed to be completely stained with blood.

(Perseus must not be destroyed like this, and the flag must not be lost like this.)

In fact, he is already considered an elder of Perseus. Compared to Luos, a young man who has only taken over Perseus for a few decades, he has been in this community for nearly three hundred years.

That’s not all.

His grandfather, his father, his mother.

Their whole family are old people of "Perseus". It can almost be said that how long "Perseus" has existed is how long their family has been in "Perseus".

This is his home.

The one with the surname Perseus is his lord.

Before something serious happened at home, he could tolerate his master no matter how rude, unbearable or useless he was.

Because that is their job.

But now, this family is about to fall apart.

Under the leadership of this incompetent lord, a lord without any brains, the country is heading towards complete destruction.

This time is completely incomparable to the previous community demotion.

(Throw it away!)

(No, I must not let Gurefia fall into the hands of my master.)

(This is the only way. Even if Perseus has to pay a huge price, he must not let this happen.)

(We have to go out and solve this matter now. As long as we can get that person here safely, then everything will be settled.)

Having made up his mind, Vulkan stood up and arranged this matter.

Otherwise, once Gurefia loses, it will be too late.

but!

"Click..."

At this moment, the stone gate was pushed open.

Chapter 4: k What is the price to pay

"Snapped--"

The long silver hair is as bright and beautiful as the stars, and the black and red aristocratic dress highlights the woman's noble and cool appearance.

Gurefia just walked in like that.

Vulkan and Luos both lost their voices, and Vulkan knelt directly on the ground in shame. The spear that he had been holding tightly in his hand fell to the ground, making the same noise as before.

(It’s completely too late.)

This was the only thought in Vulkan's mind at this moment.

There was no way to fit the rest into his head.

He didn't even think about whether Gurefia had heard their conversation just now, because Gurefia's attitude when she came in had already made everything clear.

"You, how did you get in..."

Luos grabbed the handle of his chair tightly, with a look of disbelief on his face.

This has never happened before.

It’s not that there were people who broke through to the final level before, but they all worked in a small team. Then someone made a sacrifice, took away Hermes’ hood, and arrived in stealth mode.

But what is the situation now?

Luos couldn't understand it at all.

But not only that, he himself did not even realize that his heartbeat was rapidly increasing.

It was nothing but the emotion called fear.

"I just barged in naturally, but your men were knocked down before they could see me."

Gurefia's eyelids drooped slightly, and terrifying energy fluctuations began to appear on her body. She slowly raised her hands, raised them forward, and made a snapping gesture.

"But now it seems that there is no need for them to survive."

Vulkan's heart suddenly jumped up.

An extremely bad premonition suddenly came to my mind.

"Snapped--"

A crisp finger snap sounded.

The entire space fell into a state of silence, as if something was disappearing.

But there was no change here, as if nothing had happened and the finger snap just now was just a show.

"and many more--"

Vulkan seemed to realize something, and his pupils dilated in an instant.

Then, he quickly closed his eyes and carefully felt the situation around him.

The familiar spiritual auras disappeared one after another.

That is not weakness, but being wiped out from the source, and the existence is directly shattered.

"them?"

"They are all dead."

"My energy completely destroyed his entire body, from his body to his spirit, everything was shattered."

Gurefia said in a cold voice.

Grayfia's power, when she was in Demon High School, was boosted by Vitan, and she was able to use her own energy to destroy the enemy into molecules.

When she arrived in the small garden, her strength was further increased.

Now she can destroy it to the atomic level.

Just when she broke in, she had already left her own destructive force in the bodies of all the soldiers of Perseus.

Originally, she didn't intend to be so drastic.

At first, her idea was really just to teach Luos a lesson.

But now, her mind has completely changed.

She wants to completely destroy the entire "Perseus".

Naturally, there is no need for subordinates to forgive the mistakes made by their masters.

Strip her naked and shoot a video?

You really dare to say that.

Even when she was a weak person, she had never been insulted like this.

This was such a great humiliation that even if she nailed the man in front of her to hell, it would not be enough to quell her anger.

"Damn it, do you think you win just like this?"

His fierce words revealed his inner panic.

The way he stretched out his hand to grasp the silver Gorgon necklace around his neck further demonstrated his fear of Gurefia.

Subordinates killed?

This is not important at all to Luos.

Now, the desire to live is obviously more important to him.

The gift that Luos held high began to glow, a wave of light that could be mistaken for starlight, and as it flickered, it released the seals one by one.

The light became stronger, and Luos shouted with a ferocious expression:

"Wake up, Demon Star Alger."

There was no change and the ornament continued to glow.

But it was not as Luos shouted.

From the seal, the evil star that once terrorized the entire box garden emerged.

"Wake up, Demon Star Alger."

There is still no change.

"Wake up, Demon Star Alger."

Luos seemed to be unconvinced and kept repeating the same actions and words.

His face was a mixture of fear, madness, and craziness.

"enough……"

Gurefia shook her head.

"He is just like a clown on the stage, only knowing how to attract attention and having no value at all."

The next second, around Gurefia.

Precise geometric patterns rotated out of the space, and the huge amount of magical power condensed within it.

"Om-"

The magic circles that seemed to be branded in the air began to vibrate one after another, and then burst into intense flashes of light.

Immediately, huge beams of light shot out from the sophisticated magic arrays, rising into the sky and heading straight towards two places in the arena.

"No, no, no, don't..."

The dazzling white light annihilated everything, and the shrill screams gradually disappeared in the light.

Gurefia watched all this quietly.

Gift game!

Perhaps it sounds like a beautiful word, because in a sense, it replaces war, and it seems that only peaceful competition can determine the ownership of resources.

But who ever said that there would never be deaths or injuries in the gift game?

In fact, unless the rules of the game clearly stipulate that killing the opponent is not allowed.

Disability, torture, death.

These are all within the scope allowed by the rules.

However, what Gurefia did this time was unusually excessive.

Because she slaughtered almost all the combat members of Perseus.

After today, Perseus will surely fall apart, and the remaining old, weak, women and children will not be able to support a five-digit flag, let alone a seven-digit flag.

simply put.

The situation of "Perseus" is just like that of "Noname" who was looked down upon by Luos in the original work. He can only be completely destroyed.

"I'm a little sorry for Vitan."

"We can only leave it to him to clean up the mess."

Gurefia sighed, then walked towards where Luos was originally.

Came to Luos's location.

The arrogant, frivolous, and brainless man has disappeared.

Gurefia bent her waist.

An item that was left here was picked up from the ground.

The silver Gorgon necklace sparkled in the refraction of the moonlight.