I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

So he needs to be arrogant, as arrogant as God.

The world is a giant machine with all the parts running on a small cog.

"It's very simple," Siddija opened her eyes, the ring behind her began to expand, and the tiny gears popped out from the edge of the ring to mesh with each other, and the outer frame of the ring began to rotate, but the pointer remained motionless.

Now he holds the gear that keeps the world going.

That way he will always have time.

"It's time to end," Siddija opened her hands and walked unhurriedly towards the fighting prostitute who was obedient to her desires.

Now he has more time than everyone else, not because the speed is unimaginable, but he has arbitrarily stopped the operation of the world, whether it is the flame, the wind, or the will of the hero, everything stops.

In this world where he is alone, he is the master.

"Mmmmmm, just push it gently," Sidika rubbed her chin and looked at the Amazon girl who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. She raised her hand and lightly tapped the girl's forehead, which was visible to the naked eye. The ripples spread out centered on Hidega's fingertips.

Probably the moment the world starts to turn around again, this Amazon girl will have a stiff neck.

"Next~"

Sidika looked at the others, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

Maybe it would be easier to kill them all, but I still can't make such a decision, even in this still world.

Hidega walked in the crowd like a walk, and everyone's expressions were exposed in his field of vision.

In the face of different degrees of malicious Sidiga, different punishments were made.

Some raised their hands and lightly touched her forehead.

Some brushed her face gently.

Some...a little bit of force on her forehead.

But when he came to Phryne, Siddija hesitated.

He doesn't believe that the appearance is the reflection of the soul. Some people have a beautiful appearance, but their souls are extremely rotten. Some people are terrifying on the outside, but dazzling on the inside. It's utterly rotten outside.

Sidika gestured towards Friney's bloated body for a while, then picked up the bench beside her and aimed it at her head.

It feels that the bench is not as big as her head, so it won't be ineffective.

Sidika tilted her head and threw the bench to the side, began to look around, and finally looked at one of the several pillars supporting the palace.

"Crack------"

Hidega easily broke the huge pillar plate like a toothpick and carried it on his shoulders.

"This should be just right for you," Sidika grinned, sinking her fingers into the stone pillar.

"boom----"

With a roar, the huge pillar slammed into Friney's bloated body.

If it were normal, Phryni would have turned into a meteor in the sky, but in this world, unless there is the interference of Sidgar, no one can move, so Sidgar swung down the pillar, and the pillar broke directly, and Phryny...will probably become a shooting star later.

Seeing the gravel covered in the sky, Sidika nodded with satisfaction and looked at Ista, who was still sitting on the stairs on the second floor with a panicked expression.

"It's really ugly, that's why you can't compete with Freya," Siddija raised her hand, "but you don't have a chance either."

The tightly fitted hands began to loosen, not because Siddija couldn't maintain this static world, but because he loosened the gears.

"boom----"

The fierce fighting prostitute one second later flew upside down and was embedded in the wall, and the most arrogant of them, Friney, took off in place and blasted through the ceiling of the palace and turned into a meteor.

Countless rubble fell like rain, and the dust raised made Ista subconsciously raise her hand to block her face.

"God Istar, your clan is over," a hand covered with black scales stretched out from the dust and waved it gently like a veil that was blocking one's vision.

"boom-----"

The hurricane shredded the dust, and Sidiga, who was standing in the middle of the storm, looked at Ista with a very calm gaze.

It was obvious that she was the one who looked down at Siddija, but for some reason she felt like she was looking up at him.

"No... it's not over yet, my family is still..." Ishtar's face began to twist.

"Your family is finished."

With countless roars, dozens of big holes were knocked out of the gorgeous wall, and the fully armed adventurers stepped into the palace. One after another flags were hung high, and the gods symbolized by the flags were indifferent staring at Ishtar.

More than half of the gods in Orari are here!

Ishtar slumped on the stairs, but unfortunately no one was going to help her.

"Did you do it, Lord Hermes?" Siddigar laughed helplessly.

"You guessed it right~" A very frivolous voice came from the empty place, "But it really scared me."

Hermes took off Asfi's bootleg Hades helmet and put it back on the cowboy hat.

"I didn't expect so many to come."

"Isn't that of course!" Loki sneered and pointed his fingers, "I thought you would give him a little trouble at most to give him a headache, but I didn't expect you to do such a thing."

"You...what are you talking about," Ishtar's face paled, "I...I'm just receiving him in our way."