The Red Dragon Emperor

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"God, do you mean that kind of [God]?" On the bench at the station, Kusanagi Godou asked Long Cheng and Erica for information about the god of disobedience.

"At this point... to tell the truth, whether it is really [God] in the religious sense, in fact, we cannot say.

They were born because of the "myths" handed down by humans from ancient times to the present. The essence of heaven, earth and stars, earth, wind, water, fire, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, etc., are the core of the "myth". The manifested existence.

This is [God], this is the assumption established by our magicians.

However, there is a part of the manifested [God] who resists the "myth" as the core. Therefore, these Gods who resist the "myth", we call them [the gods of disobedience], appear without authorization in the land that is not related to their myth. , And bring calamities, the power of God just appearing there will have a bad influence on the world."

Erica gave Kusanagi Godang a message about the god of incompliance, while Long Cheng lowered her head to meditate, and from time to time stroked the feather-colored crystals hanging on her neck.

278. Encounter Athena

After the train stopped, Long Cheng and the three were ready to go to Lukulukiya Zola's address.

"In other words, Long Cheng-jun is really powerful, he is obviously not [king], but he can repel the beasts." Kusanagudo sighed.

Erica on the side looked at Long Cheng curiously.

There are people in this world besides the godslayers who can repel the beasts. His uncle is, but these people are all famous in the magic world.

Now a person with the highest-level paladin strength (Erica thinks) suddenly appeared, which really aroused her curiosity.

"It's not a big deal." Long Cheng said indifferently, and at the same time ended the topic about his own strength. If he can't protect his important people, no matter how strong he is, it doesn't make sense.

"Okay, that's it, so please give me the Magic Book." Erica said to Kusunagodou.

"This is not my thing. In order to return it to the original owner, I brought this from Japan."

"Original owner? Is this man in Sardinia?

Calling out the sacred tools held by the party of the god of disobedience, I am a little interested in this holder..."

"Luku Lucia Zola, she seems to live in a place called Olena inland, and I am on my way to her."

"Luku Lucia Zola? That witch from Sardinia? You, a wicked magician like you, are going to meet her?... really suspicious."

"All said, it was my grandfather who asked me to return it to her. I'm not a magician." Kusanagudo defended.

"So, what about Long Chengjun?" Erica asked suspiciously.

"I have only one purpose."

"purpose?"

"The god who can't kill." Long Cheng showed a trace of anger in his eyes.

"Hey, no!" Kusunagodou said incredulously.

"How could it be possible for humans to kill the gods of inconsistency? Even the six [kings] succeeded only by coincidence."

"I have a reason to go."

Seeing Ryu Cheng who was in a wrong state, Erica and Kusunagodou were not asking.

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The crowd came to Lukulukia's residence, in the forest next to a small town.

The stone house in the small courtyard has a very ancient atmosphere, which floats from the whole house, and there are no other houses nearby, giving people a very lonely atmosphere.

Kusanagi Godo blocked Erica who was walking forward, and walked forward to press the doorbell button to the door.

"Aren't there... in that case, just wait here until she comes back-huh?" After waiting for a while, there was no response. Kusunagodō's eyes widened just as he wanted to say that he would go back to the town first.

Suddenly, there was a heavy jiggling sound, and the door opened automatically.

"This is probably for you to come in and visit the Witch's House. Don't be scared by this level of tricks."

"Damn it, this is also magic. What a suspicious house..."

Long Cheng didn't say anything, and silently followed.

Then the three people walked into the house under the leadership of a black cat envoy.

They were taken to a room similar to a dormitory.

The room was full of the smell of herbs, and the room was very messy. On a bed inside, there was a woman with only her upper body sitting up.

The other person looked like a beautiful woman in her twenties with flax hair.

"Welcome to my house, a relative of my old friend. Whose relative are you? I understand at a glance, you should be Kusana Ichiro's grandson, I am Lucky Rukia Zola."

Kusanagi Godang couldn't accept it. After all, I heard that it was his grandfather's old acquaintance, so he should be 40 or 50 years old.

"Oh boy, do you see me fascinated? Is there anything wrong?

Hehehe, this kind of appearance seems too stimulating for young people. Some troubles have happened recently, so the body cannot get up from the bed...

And your heart is actually very happy, right?Men are probably like this."

"Sorry to disturb you while you are talking. Are you Miss Lukuluccia Zola?"

"Ah, that's right. You are Kusanagi Godou, right? Ichiro has already told me the reason of the matter and the fact that he had his grandson come in the mail, so I have been waiting for you."

"Eh--!

Sorry, because I heard that it was my grandfather’s old acquaintance..."

"It's up to now, what's so amazing about you. Keeping a young body is a privilege that only a witch who has the magic power to reach the fire can have. Compared with this, I think [The God of Inconsistent] is more impactful." Erica spit out.

"Oh, I met the gods that appeared on this island, what a bad luck boy. By the way, girl, who are you? It doesn't look like a Japanese.

And the silent boy behind?"

"Erica Browntree, the great knight of the red bronze and black cross. For various reasons, walk with them."

"The niece of Ching Paulo, I have heard several rumors. From this point of view, the reason you came to this country place should be that [the god of disobedience], you are so powerful."

"What about you, boy?" Lukulukia turned her gaze to Long Cheng.

"Long Cheng, there is only one purpose of this trip, to kill God."

After that, Long Cheng exudes a hint of feathery spiritual power.

In an instant, the few people present felt a great deal of pressure and an obsession that they could not understand.