The Unemployed Demon Lord

In the end, in a remote orphanage in the Kingdom of Britain, a very gifted child was found. She was Alia Gregory who suffered from dwarfism. To take over the entire London Adventurers Guild, Alia has been secretly cultivated until her strength is strong enough, so that she gradually emerges and appears in the public eye.

As the existence of the same existence as the Frost Holy Dragon, the Holy Dragon of the Earth proves that Alicia's talent and strength are not weaker than Alice. Under Gregory's careful guidance, I am afraid it will only be stronger!

Alia used the breath of the holy dragon of the earth to fight against the ray of the Cyclops, and the two forces collided together, causing a strong explosion. In the scene of the flames, all the villagers were stunned, even the old village head was a little bit shocked. I was sluggish, feeling like I was dreaming, because Aliya's holy dragon breath scattered the destruction rays that Seth couldn't resist!

The breath of the Holy Dragon of the Earth is to spray out countless powerful earth element crystals. Each earth element spar is like a powerful bullet. Under Alia's anger, it is like 3000 Gatling, whose firing rate is 60 times faster, violently pours out 300 million rounds of bullets in one second, bombarding the enemies in front of him with a hail of bullets!

The cyclops' attack was vulnerable to the breath of the earth holy dragon and was directly scattered.

Even the Cyclops himself was submerged in the breath, and his body turned into a sieve immediately, leaving behind a huge skeleton full of sores and holes, and then fell to the ground with a "boom" and died!

The enemy that Seth could hardly defeat was defeated by Aliya with an angry roar. The disparity in strength makes people ashamed!

"Alice..." Seth looked dazed, thinking that he was indeed a student of Master Gregory, as he had guessed, it was really extraordinary!

At this moment, no one dared to complain about Aliya anymore. The old village chief looked at Aliya with only awe and fear, and felt that he was too reckless to question her before.

Alicia wiped the corner of her mouth, muttering expressionlessly.

"I wake up very angry, don't mess with me..."

A few days later, the border village returned to safety and tranquility, the surrounding monsters were almost wiped out, and the villagers returned to their peaceful life in the past.

At the gate of the village, Seth sees Alia off.

"Goodbye, useless knight." Aliya said blankly.

"You speak so badly..." Seth's arm was bandaged, and he was still recuperating in the village. "Are you in such a hurry to return to London?"

"That's right, the teacher urged me to go back, because the Adventurer Tournament is about to start, and I can't wander around outside." Aliya said indifferently.

"Oh~, the competitive competition, it is really a grand ceremony." Seth sighed and looked at his injuries, "I can't cheer for you, I need to stay in the village to recover from your injuries, I wish you good luck in the competition Get a good result and bring glory to London."

"I don't need to worry. You Thorn Knights should worry about themselves. It's always embarrassing to be so weak. The ability of the royal family to cultivate talents is really bad..." Aliya said bluntly.

"..." The veins on Seth's forehead twitched, and he said through gritted teeth, "Then I wish you a good turnaround in the competition. Even if a guy like you wins the championship, the others will be pissed off."

"I'm sorry, I was born to be a champion. 30 years of practice is for today. To put it bluntly, the championship is in my pocket." Alia dropped this sentence casually, turned her head and started on the road.

"This guy……"

Seth frowned, looked at Aliya's back and shook his head, turned back to the village, but felt someone staring at him from the direction of the ruins of the church?

So Seth turned his head suddenly, but found nothing, only saw the setting sun slowly falling down on the ruins of the church, dyeing the sky red.

"An illusion? Am I too nervous..."

After Seth left, a demon with long horns and membrane wings suddenly appeared on the ruins of the church. Its scarlet eyes stared at the departing Seth—"I found it, stupid human..."

"Master Mammon's stuff, not everyone can take it away."

No.20 Six Volumes Snow Mountain Sword Master and True Extreme Ice Sword Art 31 And Gagen, the last episode of this volume

One month later, the Adventurer Tournament is about to begin.

Ireland, the home of the John family.

This old house looks ordinary, but the books in it are comparable to a national library.

John's family can be called a scholarly family, and outstanding magicians have been born frequently, from which we can get a glimpse of how prosperous the family was at the beginning.

But with the passage of time, the John family gradually declined, and it was difficult for a highly anticipated talented magician to appear. Until today, little Johnson has become the only hope of the family.

Not long ago, Chikatilo snatched Little Johnson's prey in the Warcraft Forest, directly destroying his plan to improve his strength in a short time.

This made little Johnson extremely angry, and began to carry out cruel emergency hell training on himself.

However, Little Johnson's practice has already encountered a bottleneck. Without the blessing of strong external forces, it is difficult to make a great improvement.

This is also the reason why Little Johnson went to the World of Warcraft Forest alone to hunt and kill Pain, but it was a pity that the prepared plan was destroyed by Chikatilo.

After Chikatilo goes back and absorbs Parn's monster crystal core, his strength may improve by leaps and bounds, and Johnson Jr. is no longer his opponent.

However, Johnson Jr.'s efforts fell into the eyes of his father John Sr. He saw his son constantly torturing himself in order to revitalize the family, and he really wanted to help his son.

So, just yesterday, old John mysteriously told his son that he would go to the cemetery of the ancestors with him at night. The evening wind blowing through the cemetery made little Johnson tremble unconsciously, feeling that the place was gloomy.

The ancestors of Little Johnson are buried here. Every year, he will follow his father to clean the place and worship it.

But little Johnson didn't like to come to this kind of place. He was a little afraid of the undead since he was a child. Even if his elders were buried here, he still felt that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him.

Little Johnson tightened his clothes, hugged the white flower in his hand, and walked with his head down, thinking wildly in his mind, fearing that ghosts would appear suddenly.

There are many tombstones around, and if you look carefully, it is easy to see thunderous names. They were all world-renowned magicians at the beginning, and their strength and achievements have almost reached the peak of the sky.

It's a pity that lifespan is limited, even if you have made extraordinary achievements in life, you will be nothing but a handful of loess after death.

Little Johnson came to Grandpa's tombstone.I found that my father had been waiting there a long time ago, looking at the tombstone in silence.

"..."

"Come?" Old John looked back at his son, showing a kind smile.

Little Johnson put the flowers in front of his grandfather's tombstone, and asked suspiciously, "Why did you choose this time to worship? Obviously, there used to be a fixed time."

"Your practice has been a little too crazy recently. I know you want to revitalize the family, but you can't make it too difficult for yourself. I never asked you for anything, but I was afraid that you would be too stressed." Old John looked at his father's tombstone, He whispered, "Your grandfather asked me to take good care of you before he died, but now it seems that I have not done it..."

Little Johnson lowered his head and said with mixed feelings, "I just hope you can be proud of me. I want to revitalize our family. This is my dream..."

"I'm already very proud of your current achievements, my child..." Old John's old body slowly turned around, "Even if you don't revitalize the family, it doesn't matter, people, the most important thing is to live."

"I am different from you, father. I will not live casually. I must do meaningful things." Little Johnson was stubborn and created a lot of magic, but many of them were forgotten after death. Little is known about his contributions, so you don’t have to force yourself, it’s a good thing to live happily. Presumably your grandpa also saw this, and that’s why he made me free from an early age.

"Father, look at these tombstones. They are all telling the glory of our family. I grew up listening to the stories of our ancestors. I feel sad for them, so the family must be revitalized! Let our family return to the cause of everyone, Tell them, our family is a hero!" Little Johnson said with great excitement.

"Are you sure you want to go this way to the end?" Old John looked sad.

"That's right! Father, it's fine if you don't support me, but don't stop me!" Little Johnson said seriously.

"As a father, how can you not support your son's dream? If possible, I hope I can help you and make you suffer less."

Old John shook his head, raised the wand in his hand, and kept drawing circles in front of him.

Immediately, the magic elements in the air became irritable and a huge magic aggregate appeared.

This magical energy ball is full of violent power, radiant, and the trees at close range are comparable to the sun!

Little Johnson stared in astonishment at the energy body that appeared out of thin air. The coercion was so terrifying that his body trembled subconsciously.

It is impossible in Little Johnson's cognition to create such a huge magic aggregate!

"This is our family's secret." Old John put down his wand and said in a teacher-like tone, "In order to create the strongest magician, our ancestors exhausted their efforts to create a container that can hold magic power. Every ancestor died The last magic power will be stored in it, and so will your grandfather..."

"The container that stores the magic power of all the ancestors of the family?" Little Johnson was stunned, and could clearly feel the vast magic power.

"That's right, your grandfather said that if one day you encounter a bottleneck in your cultivation and you are persistent in revitalizing your family, I will give this thing to you, and it will reside on you and become your second source of magic power. "Old John paused, looking at the terrifying magic aggregate.

"This container can be a benefit to your practice. You can use it to instantly burst out with power far beyond your own."

"But promise me, don't use it lightly."

"Because of the price of using the power of this container..."

"It's the loss of life."

Manchester City.

Chikatilo packed his bags in the room and prepared to go to the venue of the competition. This time, he wanted the whole world to know his name, but he didn't know how to live as a bastard.

He has absorbed the crystal nucleus of the Warcraft Parn. He was already strong enough, but now he is probably so strong that it is unimaginable.

Chikatilo packed his bags and looked at the old photo beside the bed. It was a kind old man and a young black elf. Although they looked different, they were like father and son.

This was taken when Chikatilo was five years old when he was a child, and that kind old man was his adoptive father, the president of the Manchester Adventurers Guild.

The five-year-old Chikatilo looked very shy and reserved. He didn't dare to look at the camera with his head down. He needed his adoptive father to hold his hand for courage.

Looking at the old photos, Chikatilo couldn't help showing a little smile, and muttered to the photos of his adoptive father one by one: "I have practiced to this day, I think the time is ripe, and I have the ability to serve the adventurers in Manchester. Get the championship and fulfill your wish."

"I am a hybrid of a black elf and a human. You are a human. Thank you for not despising me and raising me."

"I will fulfill your wish, if you can see it in heaven, then please be proud of me!"

When Chikatilo left the room, there were already people waiting for him outside. Almost all the adventurers from Manchester were present to see him off.

In the middle is a woman with a bong and hot red waves, exuding a mature and intellectual charm.

This person's name is Jennifer, the current president of Manchester, a well-known magician, and even known as the flame witch.

Jennifer, with puffs of smoke from her red lips and thick red hair covering one eye, saw Chikatilo come out and ask.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah." Chikatilo nodded.

"Bertram, Bichel."

Jennifer called twice, and immediately walked out of the crowd, a tall and a short duo. They were also powerful adventurers in the guild, and they participated in the competition with Chikatilo.

"They will go to the competition with you, remember to come back with a good result?"

"We're just a foil, right?" The tall Bertram smiled honestly.

"Yeah, it's all up to you this time, we'll take it as a trip." The short Bichel said with a smile.

"Are you kidding me? You are my comrades-in-arms. Don't be discouraged. Wouldn't it be better to stay the champion together in Manchester?" Cattillo smiled.

The adventurers all smiled. They didn't hate Chikatilo like the outsiders. They were all old acquaintances of Chikatilo here, and they were very friendly to him. They were full of confidence in Chikatilo's victory.

Jennifer walked up to Chikatilo slowly, and whispered, "You are older than me, and I shouldn't speak to you in an elder tone, but I still hope you don't feel inferior because of your black elf blood, not everyone Everyone hates you, today you are the glory of Manchester, let everyone know you again."

Chikatilo smiled and looked at Jennifer, "I know, Mr. Chairman, I have been waiting for today."

In the Adventurer's Guild in Katowice City.

President Boz is holding a dinner party, and there are three participating adventurers.

They are also ready to fight on the field.

"We're leaving tomorrow, are you all ready?" Boz scanned the faces of the three young men.

"I'm free, there's no pressure at all." Noah lazily rested his arms on his pillow, seeing that Alice, the favorite to win the championship, was defeated by his own injury, and I'm afraid the competitive competition was just a play.

"Even Noah is so easy, I'm afraid I can win the championship in any fight?" Gabriel said with a curled lip. He is also a talented adventurer trained by Boz. He is good at using two-handed swords, and his strength is not inferior to Noah's.