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Despite her green hair and green clothes, long ears and barren chest, the effeminate attributes of the elf archer make her very attractive.

The fair and smooth skin was occasionally exposed under the light clothing, and the delicate details at the base of the legs reflected a translucent luster.

Her belly is flat, and if she stretches her waist slightly, she can see the girl's cute belly button.

Although she is a flat-chested girl, she still has her own amazing charm.

"My pretty boy, how about coming with me to the Elf Forest? We're all here to support the front lines, and with my sister's care, we can..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the young man shaking his head firmly.

His expression grew grave and serious.

It was as if he was stating a self-evident and unshakable fact.

"I like it here very much. I have to protect where I live."

The elven archer was somewhat surprised and yet somewhat understood by his uncharacteristic determination.

She had also witnessed the confrontation between the young man and the Demon General Goblin.

They fought against the enemy almost without caring about their own life or death.

A young man like this would never choose any safe place. He would only firmly walk on the path of defending his hometown and protecting the people.

The elven archer felt that he had gained new insights from the poems sung by the thin bard.

"But can't you think more about yourself?"

The elf archer understood something and felt more distressed about the young man's selfless dedication.

He is so kind.

Even many of his family members who were ignorant of the world did not have such a pure heart as this young man.

The young man did not answer, but just held the elf archer's hand with a gentle smile, which made the elf archer a little intoxicated.

"I like everyone, very much."

These words made the Sword Saint, who had never disturbed the Elf Archer's independent performance, smile heartily.

Hold your hands together in front of your chest.

He is still the same, he has never changed.

The elf archer's breathing became hot and heavy.

So cute!

So kind!

If the Sword Saint had not been here, if there had not been outsiders, the Elf Archer, who had endured so much pains, would have had to let the young man know how treacherous the human heart is!

Outside the carriage, the lizard monk and the dwarf Taoist priest looked at each other and smiled at each other with emotion.

Beautiful man, he is indeed a kind person...

Well, their evaluation is quite accurate.

Lord Demon thinks so too.

After deepening his image by pretending to be young, the Demon Lord began to plan his next step.

I feel that the will of the gods in the Goblin Slayer world is consistent with my own interests.

That was the case with the Demon General Goblin before.

In this case, Lord Demon knows how to proceed.

However, even though the interests are the same, we still have to pamper the little short legs on our heads.

After all, they are the rich gods who support themselves.

Speaking of which...

Something like the Holy Flame could also deepen and strengthen the anchoring scale, right?

There is no other way, I can only work hard to kill the gods of the world.

Being captured by the reincarnation space is just bad luck for these careless fun gods...

Gradually, the Demon Lord turned his attention to the front battlefield.

The Demon King with added ingredients is still a little weak.

We need to give the brave men of this world a little philosophical shock.

As the final boss, can he still be considered a boss if he doesn't know philosophy?

The importance of me, the real protagonist, can only be reflected by making it so that the righteous protagonists cannot win by fighting or talking.

You're right, Miss Brave...

Dicuo, Orario, Brothel Street, Ishtar Family.

Goddess Ishtar took a puff of her long pipe with satisfaction, and her lips were moist and elastic as she exhaled smoke.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly and her eyelids drooped.

That intriguing smile made the pretty girl with long black hair and delicate features below tremble.

Cassandra Ilion.

A slightly timid boy with long black hair, at this moment, his pretty face was full of panic as if he was about to die.

Cassandra felt very unlucky.

Very unlucky!

Since the past few days, Cassandra has been unable to sleep peacefully at night.

She is the adventurer who can predict the future that Freya mentioned.

The level is not high, only LV.2.

But her skill is very special, which is predictive dreaming.

And the accuracy of predictive dreams can reach almost 100%.

Although the contents of dreams are mostly abstract, as long as they can be interpreted, they can definitely serve as a powerful weapon!

In fact, many gods had joined the battle to fight for her ownership.

If Cassandra's level was not really high and her potential was not limited, she would not have been recruited by Apollo.

Even this will bring a lot of trouble to Apollo's family. It means that Apollo's family itself is not weak, otherwise they would not be able to protect her.

So even the madman Apollo couldn't stand it anymore, and sometimes he even thought about kicking Cassandra out of the clan.

It took a lot of effort to conceal the matter by giving away a lot of benefits, but Cassandra's predictive skills were too disappointing, making Apollo feel like he had suffered a great loss.

Chapter 164: Cassandra feels that she has taken a pill

Cassandra's skills are terrible.

For example--

If Apollo in the future could meet a child with great potential, his precognitive dream would show a strange scene of a large pot of delicious barbecue, but without any seasoning.

If the future Apollo were anally raped, his precognitive dream would show a bizarre scene of Apollo being sick and needing to see a doctor.

If the future Apollo is cheated on, his precognitive dream will show a bizarre scene of green fireworks blooming over the clan's residence.

Don't doubt it, Cassandra has had these bullshit prophetic dreams.

However, just a few days ago, Cassandra had a rare prophetic dream.

This time it was even weirder.

All the goddesses in Orario, including many beautiful members of their clans, were shrouded in a holy light.

Logically speaking, this should be a good thing.

But the expressions of the goddess and the female adventurers looked very strange.

Their faces were flushed, drool was flowing from the corners of their mouths, and from time to time you could see some of them rolling their eyes.

The twitching of her body was just a small matter; the sluice gates opening was the terrifying scene that made Cassandra's brain tremble.

This is not the most terrible.

The most terrifying thing is that I seem to be gradually stepping into the scope of the holy light.

then……

There's no after that.

After getting up with an expressionless face, Cassandra reached directly into the quilt and touched it.

At first glance, I just wondered how a person of my age could still wet the bed.

After taking her hand out, she pulled it with her index finger and thumb, and some sticky threads made Cassandra feel extremely ashamed and angry.

She thought it was just an accident, but this time the predictive dream was so strong that Cassandra wet the bed for several days in a row.

Because the matter was too embarrassing, she did not dare to report the prophetic dream.

I'm afraid of being labeled a nympho and pervert by some people.

Then she was sold by her own god Apollo.

He originally wanted to sell her to the goddess Freya, but the price was not agreed upon and there would probably be more haggling. Unexpectedly, not long after, Apollo hurriedly sent Cassandra to the Ishtar clan.

The reason is that I still have to pay for whoring...

Prostitution...

posture……

Damn you! ! !

He knelt tremblingly below, glancing at the goddess Ishtar above.

Eyes look at the nose, nose looks at the heart, be well-behaved and honest.

You have to be well behaved, because the leader of the Ishtar clan, the monster known as the man killer, is standing right next to you!

According to rumors, she has a record of draining a strong adventurer dry in three seconds, and anyone who offends her will be squeezed to death.

No one wanted to drive a tank, not even Kassandra.

Even though, she is also a woman...

Faced with the betrayal of the god Apollo and the covetous gaze of the goddess Ishtar, Cassandra honestly and proactively triggered the prophetic dream.

"You mean, your precognitive dream only predicted one painting?"

"...Yes, Lord Ishtar, do you need me to confirm the accuracy of the prophetic dream?"

"No, that's not necessary."

Goddess Ishtar recalled Cassandra's narration with great interest.

Precognitive dream, only one picture.

On that huge painting, three goddesses were distributing divine grace, and the objects of divine grace were...

"Another world..."

Knocking on the waste residue of the long pipe, Goddess Ishtar found it incredible.

Since when did the other world have something that the goddess cared about?

It’s not like she didn’t know about the outburst of divine power that day.

Hestia, Hephaestus, Loki.

Three old masters.