The system wizard is the real protagonist

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Fill the glove with magic power to generate light-attributed power.

Continuously perform normal punches, then withdraw the punch slightly, and then stab with explosive speed in one breath.

He filled up his magic power for the second time and released the Shenglong Fist soaring into the sky.

Fills high-heeled boots with magic power to produce dark-attribute bullets.

Continuous kicks, firing from the heel of the boot while kicking.

Filled with magic power for the second time, it emits dark vortex bullets that absorb the surrounding energy.

"Very good, we have found a weapon for hand-to-hand combat." Brestin easily demonstrated the performance of the newly acquired boxing gloves and high-heeled boots.

Without anyone to provide guidance, I instantly understood how to use it. Perhaps this is the talent of the Spartans.

However, Brestin is still very immature. She has not yet mastered the racial skill of extracting the souls of newly defeated enemies and making them into weapons. She can only use the soul weapons given to her by her father.

"Pudding, what are you doing?" Dia asked knowingly until Brestin stopped all movements.

"Well, let's try the performance of the new weapon." Although she still had the same smiling face, Brestin knew very well that her father was not satisfied with her performance. It was a pity that she didn't know what she did wrong.

"Perhaps I used the word "cool" too conservatively. It's easier to understand if I use the word "pretentious". Ignoring her daughter's nervous expression, Dia pointed to one of the stone statues in the garden, "Have you seen these stone statues?"

Brestin nodded. In the garden outside the mansion, in addition to common things such as pavilions, fountains, and mazes, there were also stone statues of the Seven Sisters of Purgatory.

Although she had not confirmed the reason for the existence of these stone statues, her intuition told her that they were objects for which the seven old women claimed their sovereignty. Not to mention a local wife like my mother, even the result of an affair like myself is very unpleasant.

Dia continued: "Since you saw it, why not blow them up one after another in the name of trying out moves?"

"Uh" I have to say that this is a tempting proposal, but Bresten's status in the family is too low. If she really does such a thing, just wait for the seven sisters of Purgatory to deliberately find trouble every day.

"Even if you don't dare to provoke Lucifer and the others, can you not be so simple in your movements?" Dia explained with hand movements. "For example, when demonstrating Bayonetta's shooting function, you can completely stand in an inverted position, and then use your arms to It drove the body to rotate, and during this period, the boots kept firing randomly. If two of the bullets flew past my ears, one on the left and one on the right, it would be perfect~"

"What if I accidentally shot it wrong?" Brestin asked cautiously.

"I don't have a daughter who can cum like this~" Dia's smile remained unchanged.

""Brestin didn't want to speak for a moment. Dad, do you have such high demands? This is her first time shooting with her feet.

"Forget it, let me demonstrate it to you once. From now on, we will do it in the style of the Spartans." Dia took out another ball of souls from the suitcase and started to build weapons.

""Brestin, who had just been scolded by his father, immediately cheered up.

Is this a blessing in disguise?

Because of poor performance, there is another benefit.

The white light spread outwards like an explosion. When Brestin opened his eyes again, who had subconsciously blocked his eyes, Dia was already sitting astride a car with the image of a devil's head on the front, and the car body had many disturbing hidden things. It is a black super-heavy motorcycle with a unique structure and cool appearance. "Forget it is pink. Since you also like black, I will order this transportation tool for you."

"Pitch black meteor." Blastin didn't feel that he needed a transportation tool as he had the built-in teleportation function of the black makeup box, nor did he feel that his father would give him useless garbage.

Humdia twisted the accelerator, and the engine roared from an unknown source of power, and the car suddenly sprang forward.

Dia held out her left hand.

Bresten held out his left hand.

There was no need to communicate. The moment the car passed by, the daughter sat behind her father.

The buzzing black locomotive roared and turned into a jet-black stream of light that cut through the beautiful garden, but this was just the beginning.

Gorgeous destruction

To a demon, this is common sense.

The silver chariot held a double-edged sword and cut the monster flesh into appropriate sizes in the blink of an eye.

The red magician waved his hands and roasted the meat as quickly as possible.

The god Horus drives the cold air to create ice crystals that can be used as materials for shaved ice.

"Ah!" Tonio shook his body and held on to the stove in time to avoid falling.

The maid who happened to be bringing the dishes out saw this scene and quickly stepped forward to help her, "Mr. Tonio, are you okay?"

"It's nothing. It's just that I used my ability too often and it was a bit overwhelming." Tonio quickly calmed down and signaled that he was fine.

The substitute ability is consumed, but this consumption is not reflected in magic power and physical strength. It is said to be life energy, but long-term use of the substitute will not shorten your lifespan, so it should be somewhat close but not completely mental power.

"Depletion of magic power is very dangerous." Of course, the maid who still thinks that the substitute's ability is some kind of magic subconsciously thinks that the magic power is consumed.

Unable to explain, Tonio could only smile back, "Well, I know I won't use a substitute anymore if I follow you."

However, the cooking continues.

The maid also understood this and said with a straight face: "Mr. Tonio, if everyone knows that you are forcing yourself like this, no one will be happy."

This time it is not Her Majesty the Queen's mission, but a small stove opened by Tonio privately, using the monsters killed on the road as the main ingredients, and supplemented by the ingredients purchased from the shopping mall shopping points that Tonio has accumulated from paying tribute to Freya. , only serving everyone in the fleet.

"I know, I know," no one with any conscience would be happy to see others exhausted for their own meager appetite. Tonio knows this very well, because he is also a conscientious person, "but I probably I understand how a war correspondent feels."

There is no such profession as a journalist in the world of "War Correspondent".

"Ahem, it's nothing." Tonio coughed dryly and skipped the question skillfully. "In short, through this mission, I have a new understanding of this profession. I hope I can take good care of the hard-won ingredients and give It’s just a dish that everyone put their best effort into making.”

"Ha" to be honest, I didn't understand it, but this speech was very Tonio's style, so I had to accept it.

Green light spots were generated out of thin air, and then focused on Tonio.

As someone who often hears and communicates with Freya's menu requests, I was not surprised to receive Freya's blessing. I was just a little surprised at the timing of the blessing. "I'm not dizzy anymore."

"As expected of Mr. Tonio, you have once again been blessed by the goddess Freya," the maid said in admiration.

Tonio shook his head, "No, it's just that the goddesses favor him."

Including the system elf lady and the forest goddess Freya, this extended life has allowed his cooking skills to go further.