I, become a god, new world

"You don't think I really can't kill you, do you?" Glancing at this dying Vatola, Ye Xie casually raised the magic sword in his hand to signal to Vatola.

Vatola didn't care much at first, after all, the demon-breaking characteristics of this magic sword were limited, but his eyes widened in the next moment.

The magic sword in Ye Xie's hand quietly changed again, turning into a long spear with a metallic texture, and the spear Watola was too familiar.

As the second in command in the field of "The Forgotten King of War" and the most powerful descendant of the First True Ancestor, it is impossible for Vatola to not know this gun...

This gun was personally kept by the old man. Even if this "Devil King" is a little stronger than himself, it would never be possible to snatch this gun from the first true ancestor!The only one remaining in the world that can kill the true three holy spears, each one cannot be ignored...

With an inexplicable seriousness on his face, Vatola immediately relaxed himself, and tentatively asked: "...Can you still mimic?"

Unexpectedly, Vatola didn't think so. He had just seen Ye Xie's magic sword transform its posture many times, and now it was nothing more than a sword into a gun.Although the origin of this gun is very big, its mimicry can never be 100%.

"It's okay to feel it for yourself~" With a teasing smile, Ye Xie yinly threw the pseudo-holy gun over when Vatola was dumbfounded, and directly penetrated Vatola's left chest and stuck it in On the wall...

"Cough cough!" After vomiting a few big mouthfuls of blood, Vatola pulled out the gun from his chest with intense pain, and held it tightly, his face was very unbelievable...

Seeing the astonishment in Vatola's eyes, Ye Xie laughed happily: "No, this is the real thing~ Although it can no longer be said to be a real holy gun."

That's right, Vatola feels incredible so far, the holy gun in his hand is definitely not a general fake... The lethal threat surging from it, giving him a feeling of palpitations...

Perhaps... just as Vatola was thinking about something, the sacred gun in his hand changed its posture again, returning to the original black and red magic sword posture, exuding stinging magic...

"Cut!" Looking at the unflavored "Devil" very uncomfortably, Vatola threw the magic sword in his hand back, finally getting rid of the hot potato.

What kind of ghost sword is this... Vatola felt deeply depressed about this. This "devil" was absolutely deliberate, so stingy.

In just an instant, Vatola was absorbed 30% of the magic power by Ye Xie's magic sword, and almost didn't let him collapse...

Despite being deflated and wary of him, Vatola’s tone is still so playful, as if joking: "Then, the devil king~ can you tell me the purpose? Or, anyway, give the name first. Come on~"

After receiving the magic sword and reclaiming it, Ye Xie who heard the words was also a little tangled...

The name... Do you want to tell him...

"Perhaps, you really are the demon king~" Vatola finally understands some things better now, for example, why the old man turned one eye and closed one eye to its raging situation...

It turns out that the holy spear has been swallowed... well, this is worth scrutinizing!Moreover, this magic sword is not an ordinary existence~

The opponent’s strength shouldn’t actually have such a killer. In other words, the demon king on the bright side may be just a target...or maybe, the demon king is not necessarily the successor...

Someone behind!Vatola had already recognized this at this time. Compared with this "Devil", Vatola wanted to see the people behind him more...

And this person must also have a big impact on the structure of this world... After all, the name of the devil...

After thinking about it, Ye Xie still didn't plan to reveal his true identity at this time. He came here in Europe not just to hunt the demons!

"You will know the name, but let's talk about it when you come to Xianjin Island!"

"Xianjin Island...that's a good place..." Vatola narrowed his eyes and thought of some famous witch...

"Well, besides, don't you want to witness the resurrection of the Fourth True Ancestor~" With a smile, Ye Xie said words that Vatola could not ignore...

"The fourth true ancestor... there?" His face became inexplicable, and Vatola's mind became weird.

The fourth true ancestor...This is a character who has been sealed by him for a long time, although it is actually only a few years...

"I'll know when you come~ Now, its name is... Xiao, Gucheng~"

"A very cute name..." When he noticed Ye Xie's "he" word, Vatola was slightly surprised, and then smiled...

"Now, are we friends?" Vatola came out inexplicably.

And the answer to him was only a phantom denial...

"I won't be friends with gays..."

"Gay guy..." Vatola was taken aback, and then he reflected a problem. The other party seemed to have some strange thoughts from the beginning...

"Ah, have you gone already?" After returning to his senses, Vatola felt the traces of magic in the air, and looked at the west with a refreshing smile...

"Sword of Broken Steel? So that's it..."

"It seems that the next stop of the Demon King is Western Europe..."

"Then there... It seems that the Holy See is very active recently, right?"

As a member of the demons, Vatola naturally hates the Holy See. If something happens to the Holy See, it must be very interesting...

But today, Vatola, the fighting madman who "has never won", had another defeat...

Chapter 190: May the Holy Light...Bless you

"Really, that young girl is definitely taking revenge on me..." In the office of Nangong that month after school, Ye Xie numbly approves a large amount of report materials from the Special Zone Police.

"Thanks~" Looking at Ye Xie's depressed look, Yanhe brought two cups of freshly brewed black tea, one cup was placed on the edge of the desk next to Ye Xie, and the other cup was taken by himself.

"Yeah... it tastes really good..." Enjoying the mellow fragrance of black tea, Yan He's eyes lit up, and he inadvertently asked Ye Xie who was drinking tea, "Ye Xie, where did you get this tea? It's not bad..."

"This, of course it was knocked out from the young girl's safe!" Ye Xie took out a beautiful small iron box with a look of course and shook in front of Yanhe.

"..." Yanhe immediately shut up, silently mourning for Nangong that month for a few seconds, Ye Xie is not a person willing to suffer...

As for what will happen afterwards, Yanhe didn't think much about it. Anyway, it is unlikely that people will die, so the problem is not big.It's dead, that is, Ye Xie was tied and placed for a while, that's it...

Seeing Ye Xie continue to bury his head in work, Yanhe didn't bother him. He sat casually on a chair beside him, took out the mobile phone in this world and started to browse the information.

The relevant information of magic power has already been understood, and what she lacked at this time was only practical application.In terms of harmony, she would not be so stupid to think that things like getting stronger can be done overnight, and must be done step by step, so now she meditates at night and experiences life in this world during the day.

Looking at it, Yanhe couldn't help but spit out speechlessly: "Um... I really didn't expect that there will be terrorists who hate religion. They will not kill the people, but will only destroy the buildings and the high level of the Holy See... Ye Xie, what do you think ?"

"Isn't this normal? Why can't I have it? Let me say, it is discouraging that there are not many casualties... There is no sense of accomplishment..." Ye Xie who heard this was even more depressed when reviewing information. Now, its words give a strange feeling.

In terms of harmony, I can't tell what is weird, but the information from the West feels quite interesting.Bi's statement about magic is still more prosperous in the West, especially related to religion...

"Don't you think it's incredible? Someone assassinated the archbishop and the pope in public many times yesterday, and used a lot of explosives, but the magic is that passers-by have nothing to do." Yan He looked interested. He waved the phone screen at Ye Xie, amused.

Isn't it just using the inherent barrier to isolate them?As for explosives or something, it's just an afterthought to induce illusion...

Ye Xie gave this hopeless girl a blank look, then glanced at her chest before smashing her mouth boredly: "It seems that poverty has limited your imagination, girl! Magic, Wouldn’t it be good to use magic to cover up afterwards? How could anyone in this world be so stupid to attack the Pope with explosives..."

"That's right, the use of magic is indeed very wide..." Yan He Wenyan nodded, knowing that he was thinking too simple. The Western Holy See in this world is a force that cannot be underestimated. How could it be so? Is it prone to accidents?

After noticing Ye Xie's sinister words, Yanhe was slightly puzzled: "...Poverty? It doesn't have much to do with me... And, for imagination or something, how can it be inferior to you..."

Ye Xie lowered his head when he heard the words, and began to work.I don't plan to continue to talk about this topic, otherwise the other party may want to repeat the old thing again.

"By the way, Ahe. I have found a teacher for you, and I will be able to tutor you tomorrow~" Thinking of a certain young mother, Sang, Ye Xie curled up his mouth, said and spoke.