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

"A small gift?" Amakusa Shiro Tokisada sighed.

He didn't sigh because Semiramis didn't care, but a small gift from Semiramis' mouth, but the legion that took a lot of effort to make, although it was useless at all.

"Something fell!" Goldruff's eyes widened.

"That's the skeleton," Atalanta narrowed his eyes, "and the stone statue."

"Cut," Jason broke the rope and held the rudder cursingly, "Everyone is ready, I'm going to rush to the mainland in one go."

"Wait a minute! What about those enemies!" Goldruff shuddered and hugged the railing.

"These guys are just here to delay time, that guy, [Athena's evidence] must be connecting other evidence, either Apollo's or Artemis', no matter which one is, we can't stand it. Yes, and," Jason twisted his neck, golden and white hair fluttering in the wind, "it's just a bunch of moving targets, and we have a hunter here who is practicing archery to chase someone down. exist."

Atalanta drew the bow silently.

"It's okay to shake a little bit," Jason's mouth rose, all the sails were raised at the same time, and the Argo, which had been running smoothly, began to shake violently.

"Who do you think I am?" Atalanta narrowed her eyes, and the golden-horned deer sitting on her shoulder also raised her head sharply.

"Then let you see it," Jason turned the rudder sharply, "turning the impossible into a possible ship, the full speed of the Argonaut!"

"boom--"

The turbulent waves rose in the roar, and Argo cut the ocean like a sharp arrow. At the same time, streams of light pierced through the ocean and shot the bones and stone statues in the air.

"Huh~" Semiramis frowned, "Let me think about what this mechanism was originally called?"

Dense black slabs fell from the bottom of the courtyard.

"Ten and one?" Semiramis snapped his fingers, "Would eleven thousand be more appropriate?"

Countless rays of light fell from the sky and crashed into the ocean.

Chapter 36 Pursuit

"Speaking of which, it's the first time we've officially met."

The young man crossed his arms and stared at Kirshtalia Wodam, who was sitting in the cell.

"I've always wondered why you would choose to deny your world."

Kirshtalia raised his head and looked at the young man who was exactly like him, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

This is an impossible situation. Even if there is only a slight deviation, the trajectories of history will stagger each other, so the history of each Loss Belt is completely different, but this Loss Belt is abnormal, and it has clearly appeared. Significant deviations are firmly attached to pan-human history.

Because of this, he was able to see another possibility, another himself.

"Does my behavior seem unreasonable to you?" Kirshtalia leaned against the wall, turning her head away, not wanting to look at the other Kirshtalia across the iron railing.

"That's right, it's very unreasonable," [Kirshtalia] opened the prison door and walked in front of Kirshtalia, "I want to abandon him because I think the world is not good, and I want to create a new one. , Obviously human, but self-righteous like a god, why can you deny those people who are trying to live and want to change the bad world for granted?"

Human souls are all the same at the moment of birth, but are shaped in different colors due to different environments.

Kirshtalia is very clear that although the person in front of him has the same appearance, the same genes, the same name, and even the same talents, it is not him.

"Although I'm a little sorry," [Kirshtalia] looked down at Kirshtalia, "your existence makes me very unpleasant, even a little disgusting, especially when you appear to us in the right posture by yourself. In front of you, all of you who are in the company of Alien God are traitors."

"So you, you will defeat us without hesitation," Kirshtalia sighed softly.

Turning astrology into reality and converting the magic of the universe into his own power, the theory that was originally just an illusion was established in this Greek Lost Belt, and he could even drop meteorites at will.

But this kind of power is only rated as [scare me] level.

In this Lostbelt, who played Star Cut a hundred years ago, his technique of dropping meteorites only adds a little space junk.

Servants at the god level were also cut into pieces like a joke, and even permanently deprived of their divinity.

The one that terrified him the most was probably the king of the Lostbelt in Greece, who was perfectly intertwined with God's love and man's faith.

Even if you do everything, no Lost Belt will be the opponent of this world, but the Alien God will not sit idly by, because this Lost Belt has already made it clear that he wants to deal with him and also shows such a possibility, the most likely The Lostbelt that was likely to be successful turned out to be the one that was the least successful.

"This world is perfect," Kirshtalia lowered his head, "you don't need to confirm, I won't do anything, you should concentrate on preparing to deal with the master of pan-human history, even if you witness the beauty of the world, She will also choose to keep fighting."

"At least at this point she has more backbone than you," [Kirshtalia] tossed her clothes and walked out of the cell. "No matter how bad it is, she will accept this reality, she will be sad and angry because of it. , but will not deny the efforts that have been made.”

"That's why she is the toughest opponent," Kirshtalia looked at her palm. "Even if the only thing in her palm will be lost, she will open her hand to hold the future."

This is a gentle world, people don't just live for themselves, but it is because of this gentleness that your world will be shattered.

"Because death is not terrible for you."

"It's too exaggerated!"

Goldruff screamed while holding the railing.

Each round was an enemy-level artillery bombardment, and it was strafing towards the sea like a Gatling. As long as it rubbed a little, not even the slag was left, and the seawater caused by the shelling fell like a torrential rain.

"Magic consumption! Cheating! This is cheating!"

"It's so noisy!" Jason clenched the rudder, and a blue vein burst out on his forehead, "Aren't you the director! Hurry up and find a way to protect your subordinates to fight back!"

"You tell me how to fight back! That Noble Phantasm is too out of the ordinary, the size is already continental plate level!" Goldruff shouted, "And you don't even have a gun on this ship? !"

"Huh? That's not as powerful as Hercules throwing a rock!"

Sherlock Holmes folded his hands and closed his eyes, thinking about the solution.

"Well, there is no way," Holmes spread his hands.