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

Not only Kirkball, but others also showed expressions of astonishment.

"Although I don't know who you are, but!" Kirkball raised his hand and waved, and a huge spear of light blasted towards Siddija like a meteor, "Just a human disappear!"

"Danger!" The young man with the red gauntlet on his hand shouted and rushed towards Siddija.

"Fortunately it was night," Siddigar sighed softly.

Without the fancy special effects, Siddija raised his left hand and waved it casually, and the moment when the menacing spear of light touched his fingertips, it was swept away like dust.

"boom……"

The bursting forest, the gust of wind, and the hollowed-out earth all proved the terrifying power of Kirkball's Spear of Light.

"Snapped……"

The young man stumbled and fell to the ground, staring blankly at Siddija with the explosion and the burning forest as the background.

So handsome!

"Who the hell are you?" Kirkball fell to the ground from mid-air, his wings slowly retracted.

"Me?" Sidika bent down and picked up the young man who appeared to be Hyoudou Issei on the ground and threw him to the red-haired royal sister who looked worried.

"A poor man who is about to be blown away by your only residence. In order to have an ordinary and stable life, he specially persuaded you to go home to wash and sleep."

Just now, you poor man slapped away the spear of light that could blow us to scum.

The corners of Hyoudou Issei's mouth twitched, but he still took the opportunity to bury his face in the mountain he longed for.

"Humans... Follow me, no matter how good a home you want, how many beauties I can give you," Kirkball pondered for a while and extended his hand to Siddija.

"How many beauties!" Hyoudou Issei raised his head excitedly.

In the face of Hyoudou Issei's unscrupulous shaking, the red-haired royal sister buried his head in her broad chest with a black line on her face.

"I refuse," Sidika tilted her head, "I Sidi..."

"Then go to hell!" Kirkball roared, and the huge beam of light shrouded Siddija when he raised his hand.

"Ga's favorite thing is..."

Before Kirkball could breathe a sigh of relief, a hand slipped out from behind him and pressed it on his shoulder.

A drop of cold sweat trickled down Kirkball's forehead.

"Be reasonable to an unreasonable person like you."

Siddigar smiled kindly.

"physical."

PS And ah, what did I think about the Greek Lost News.

In short, it seems that it is us who cannot live to celebrate the New Year this year.

Just kidding, of course there is no problem with me. There are two Greeks with Sidica and no Sidica. The Greek Lostbelt I wrote here is not a big problem. Of course, it will be unfolded from the perspective of Gudazi, which is convenient for readers to substitute. , the beginning is probably the same as the sea of ​​gods and giants, it is overwhelming despair.

ps [Pure White Kingdom of Radiance]

The hope that was once lost continues in despair, the hero who bears the love of the gods has never disappeared, the legend of pure white is infinitely derived, the hero has never stopped, he has never been king, but he has already become a king, pure White king.

There is no doubt that this world is happy, in the face of death people only regret, to part with the pure white king, and at the same time people rejoice, because they will be born again in this pure white world.

The world no longer needs heroes, all people love is the pure white king.

The hero-loving hunter turned into a beast and wandered where he met him, just roaring unwillingly.

Chapter 6 The Sentence of Grilled Chicken Wings

I've been through hell.

Everything in the field of vision is blurred, as if the world is spinning. The man with pure white hair is looking at him with a pure face, and the black feathers that are slowly falling like a background... It's mine!

Kirkball smashed the ground with one foot, raised his hand that had been broken back and forth many times, and patted his head hard to dispel the disgusting dizziness.

"It's really surprising, now that the Lord is dead, there are still people as powerful as you," Kirkball wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Sidika tilted her head, and for some reason, the people around her showed unbelievable expressions.

"You said...the Lord is dead!? You lied!" The blue-haired girl who supported her body with a big sword shouted angrily.

The blonde girl kneeling on the ground opened her eyes and seemed to hear some unbelievable news.

Seemingly wanting to regain some face, Kirkball opened his hands and laughed loudly, "There is no need to hide anything now, that day, in the battle between gods and demons, all the four major demon kings of the Lord and the demons died! It's Michael who presides over the heavens!"

Siddija touched his chin, "And then?"

Kirkball's arrogant smile began to freeze.

He always felt that Hidega's reaction was different from what he expected.

"You... you people who can't live without a god of faith..."

"Don't underestimate human beings," Siddija raised his right hand, and the flying dragon scale scarf disintegrated in mid-air and mounted on his arm to form a domineering dragon hand.

"It doesn't matter if we're crushed or go the wrong way, we'll go down whenever we want, without the object of our faith? So what, aren't we still alive, and the heart in our chest is still beating at this moment."

Siddija slowly raised his right hand above his head.