Spearman’s Growth Story

Whether it is Zhao Huang or this World, all will be finished.

Fate Goddess guy is obviously playing with fire. Relying on the fate of being able to see the little bit, he began to behave nonsense.

Even with a good temper like Zhao Huang, he is a little angry now.

If he hadn’t become the god of incompliance, luck had become an incomparable fortune. It is estimated that he would have been involved in the battle at this time and would have to use his strength. Zhao Huang, who intends to destroy human rights, will inevitably use the power of Kabbalah.

That’s it all.

Looking at the witch in front of her, Zhao Huang raised her right hand. The dense golden lines of electrical cables crawled all over his body at a speed visible to naked eye.

“Fortunately, I was prepared. In a sense, this can be considered the blessing of Goddess.”

In the Holy Grail, Zhao Huang’s own spirit is stored. base. It is not him who is a god of disobedience, but his spiritual foundation as a follower, lancer. If you don’t want to connect to the tree of Kabbalah with your hands, you must replace the core of your ascension.

If it’s other gods who don’t follow, maybe they can’t do this. But Zhao Huang can.

Sorry, Zhao Huang, who completed the Great Saint Cup at the same time as the spiritual foundation of the unconvincing god is formed, can act wilfully.

Read spiritual base, overwrite data, and erase distortion.

In front of Alice’s eyes, the depressed and violent youthful breath was gradually replaced with a refreshing and accessible breath.

“If I am a god of disobedience, then I am a god who disobeys the rules of [the god of disobedience].”

“Well, it seems that I I can’t be called the god of disobedience. Also, I never think that I am a god. Before Divine Spark is completed, please call me… Guardian of disobedience.”

Clenched fist lightly, lost Zhao Huang, who had lost his armor, lightly sat back on the throne.

Whether it is armor or long spear, they are regenerating as the spirit base recovers.

This time, the people in Zhao Huang within the body are finally familiar with Kabbalah.

“So sorry, Young Lady. Could you please tell me where is this in Britain?”

Looking at the witch, Zhao Huang’s who awakened herself The tone is very kind.

In a sense, they can be regarded as a good person for helping themselves.

“–What about this question, how about letting me answer you?”

However, a slightly rude voice forced into the dialogue.

Beep miles–!

Along with an electric flash, the thunderbolt came from a distance, fell under the steps of the high platform, and blasted a large hole in the ground into a human form.

“Welcome to London, England, god.”

The man’s sharp eyes like a falcon, as if looking at his prey, be eager to have a try locked in Zhao Huang.

PS: Something happened at night. Update earlier today.

006 I am the residue of the heroic spirit

“It looks like, Alice, you coaxed him very happily. This is the first time I have such a good attitude towards a witch See.”

The man is dressed in a decent suit, as if he is going to a high-class banquet. He wears a mid-section haircut, and he has a meticulous temperament.

He likes this, but he speaks with a thick medicinal smell.

“Yalek! This is very close to the city center. Are you going to fight the gods here?”

“Don’t worry, Alice. Your steward is already I went to evacuate the crowd with my people. But you’re right. If you can, I don’t want to fight here.”

The man’s name is Alexander Gascoyne, alias Black Prince Yare. Ke, known as the speedy Young Master, is actually a “king” who knows legends and myths around the world.

He is very famous in the world for flaunting the difference between himself and his family.

In fact, he is also a guy who doesn’t like frontal combat and is accustomed to designing counterattacks. Therefore, if it were not for the enemy dignified to establish a foothold in a corner of London, he would not just and honourable hit the door.

“Compared to these, Alice. Do you know his real name?”

“It’s useless to say it, Alek. His myth is now I can’t learn it.”

Laughed tactfully, Alice shook the head. For a noble lady like her who shines at all times, this attitude is no different from admitting defeat.

“…what did you say?”

What does it mean that I can’t learn?

As a godslayer, Yarek has had several wise confrontations with Alice, who was once the speaker of the council of sages, so he is familiar with this woman. If she was allowed to say this, it would definitely not be false information.

“He is the kind of esoteric god, and most of the secrets of sect are passed on by word of mouth.”

A simple sentence made Yarek understand the truth.

“In other words, all intelligence can only rely on Spirit Vision and battle temptations.”