Tribute to the Demon King

The old man finally couldn't help roaring excitedly.

He raised his head and turned his finger on John Pluto Smith, who had entered the room without permission: "My lord, if you don't act again, I won't do anything—just now, the history weaved by mankind from ancient times to the present has been rewritten again." Such words are completely useless, no matter how hard I try, there will always be more and more distorted history!"

That being the case, it would be better to just let go and die happily.The old man said angrily.

Seeing this, Smith just shrugged exaggeratedly, walked over and patted him on the shoulder like an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time, and said in a joking tone: "That's what I said, but it's definitely not okay to leave it alone." .And brother, you are the watchman of time, how about you cheer up and continue to work overtime? Maybe the situation will suddenly improve, this is the reward of hard work."

Because I am tired from work, maybe I can win the lottery——Alice didn't know how to complain about Smith's wonderful logic for a while.

"No, no, no! This is not something that the old man can solve by pulling himself together!"

The old man didn't care about Alice floating at the door, he just blew his beard angrily, and complained loudly to Smith: "The old man has guarded human beings for so long, and this is the first time I have seen such a willful woman! She doesn't go there at all. Consider how much impact your actions will have on the future, even just once! And this time, three godslayers flew to the past together! Great turmoil that has not been seen in a thousand years!"

"Then you also fly back to that era and stop their actions yourself." Smith said nonchalantly.

"It can't be done! With the strength of the old man, it is impossible to hinder a barbaric guy like God Slayer!"

Unceremoniously speaking words of reprimand to the three contemporary godslayers...

Alice could not help marveling at the old man's courage.

If it wasn't him but Luo Hao who followed Smith here, his face would probably be one with the slate right now.

... Where the hell is he?

At the same time that she had doubts in her mind, a large amount of information popped up in her mind:

Neither God nor Rakshasa.A great historian of the past, a sage who is proficient in occultism.A person freed from the limitations of life.Now he is the manager of the stele engraved with the memory of the void, and the correct usurper of history——

"……I see."

Alice murmured.

Fortunately, this is a ghost world.

Here, people who have the ability of spiritual vision can get spiritual vision immediately if they have knowledge they want to know.Because this is where Akasha's records are stored, and it is easier to get spiritual vision than anywhere else.

Only the most outstanding magicians have the ability to freely travel to the underworld.If they entered the nether world with the body of ordinary people without special medicine, the air of the nether world alone could easily kill them.

But... is it true history?

Alice frowned slightly.

I always feel as if I heard what A Yi said...

"So you just ask me?"

Smith didn't pay attention to Alice, but turned around and continued to ask the old man: "Tell me to kill three Campiones together with one against three? Are you going to murder me?"

"No matter what, only you can do it."

But the old man just shook his head stubbornly: "Aisha from Alexandria, Salvatore Tony from Siena, Zhou Yi from the Kingdom of Shadows—they must be wiped out quickly, or at least let them lose their mobility !Before they distort history even more!"

"...Wait, Zhou Yi from the Kingdom of Shadows?"

Smith and Alice were surprised immediately.

"True. But that's the detail."

The old man snorted unhappily at the masked god-slayer who didn't care, and frowned deeply: "You don't need to go back to the past yourself. King, you just need to use the magic gun on your waist—— Just shoot the arrow of Artemis. If you are guided by the old man, you can easily travel through time with the power of this arrow. Killing people in the past is also extremely simple!"

"Wow."

The masked demon king couldn't help sighing: "This sounds really cool. Just listening to it makes me interested."

"right……"

"And yet I refuse."

Smith said solemnly: "Coincidentally, the power of my magic bullet has just been exhausted."

"Who believes it!"

"And think about it, with Campione's good luck, it would be a ghost to be shot by a bullet that fell from the sky. Even if he was shot, it would be impossible to kill him instantly. It would be better to let them know that there is an unidentified sniper They exist, so they have increased their vigilance, won’t they cause new disturbances? What kind of chaos will be caused as a result... I really don’t want to imagine. Probably one or two more history will be changed, right?”

Facing Smith who was chattering endlessly, the old man uttered a wailing "Wow": "Then, what's the matter..."

"So~"

Smith's movements were as exaggerated and flamboyant as a stage actor as always, but his tone was very calm: "Send me and Alice back. If it were you, you would definitely be able to do it."

"...But, but..."

"Come on, you are the best."

Smith said to the old man in a particularly gentle and elegant tone: "Is there any problem?"

The old man shivered, and silently agreed.

... This tone is so familiar.

Alice on the side blinked.

Author's message:

Sleepy again... I wrote less than 10 words from 30:11 to 30:[-]. Mom, I got a pigeon again today (kneeling)

I'm sorry, readers, I don't know why I've been so sleepy recently... Tomorrow I'll be typing during the day, and I'm sleepy earlier and earlier at night.