Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End

Roja's answer made Grandall ponder, the tall skeleton remained silent and did not comment, but what he didn't expect was Roja's last words.

"Ah, but none of that matters to you."

"what?"

Gulandal's jaws opened, and the light spots in his eyes enlarged, making a stunned expression of a skeleton version, but Roja didn't care.

"What I said is all on the premise that there are descendants and inheritance, but what about you? You don't have these anymore, right?"

The black-haired boy glanced at the huge skeletons half buried in the sand nearby, and sighed silently.

"The giant is now a legend buried in the depths of the second era. I don't know if your civilization still exists, but the spirit, will, and even appearance have disappeared in the long history of human beings."

"The first case doesn't apply to you, so I have an answer just for you."

Roja unceremoniously pointed at himself under Glandal's surprised gaze.

"I."

"Um?"

"I am your answer, Gulandar."

The black-haired boy calmly looked up at the majestic giant, and said as promised:

"I am the carrier for you to convey your power to the world again. Whether it is spirit, will, civilization, history, even if it is pure power, you need me to show it. I may not be important, but I am important to your purpose. It is necessary, and that is my answer."

"Oh, boy, do you really dare to say, are you threatening me? Are you not afraid that I will kill you?"

"If you feel threatened from my words, it means that what I said is right, and...you don't actually hate me, do you? Otherwise, you won't help me so much."

Roja put a smile on his face when he said this, Glandar's skills were the key to him overcoming the crisis again and again, and he even gave Roja a special opinion on the second time.

Although this big guy is scary, he has been helping him all the time.

"...Hahaha, boy, you are really courageous, but this is what I like about you."

After a moment of silence, Gulandar couldn't help laughing out loud, and the huge volume shook the nearby sars to fall from their heights.

"Actually, I think your first answer is pretty good, but the second one suits my taste, so I'll ask you another question."

The tall giant's voice became serious. He looked at the young man who was staring at him without fear, and asked:

"Boy, no, Roa Acate, what do you think we should be related to?"

"......friend."

"A friend? Hehe, good."

Gulandar stood up, the broken cloak shook off the sand, and his body looked majestic like a god in the setting sun.

"Then let me bring a victory to my friend."

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"It's you, boy."

Vader came back to his senses, and what he saw was the boy he had seen once before, but what was different from the last time was that the aura on Roja's body was already as deep as the sea, and the strong magic essence surrounded his body. Compared with him at source level 2, he is not much worse.

"A patron of the ancient gods? I didn't expect to meet such an existence here."

The patrons of the ancient gods are a group of people who were born with psychics and controlled by the ancient gods. They are said to be patrons, but they are actually just dolls of the ancient gods.

Vader looked at the young man and muttered to himself, classifying Roja as a group of poor people. The red thunder shot down. Vader, who wanted a quick battle, chose to shoot without saying anything. Very strong, but in fact the combat effectiveness is not high, because the ancient gods behind them will not stand up for them.

It's just a toy, replace it if it breaks, and you'd be an idiot to fight with people over a consumable.

Under the red thunder, the ground was completely red, and the air seemed to be burning. The shouts of Noelle and the others were buried, and the eyes of many soldiers on the battlefield were also attracted. After one blow, Vader felt that the victory was assured, and he turned around to prepare to solve the problem. All the troubles, but Roja seemed calm under the thunder of destruction.

"Grandall."

"I'm here."

The young man called out to his comrades-in-arms, and a huge phantom suddenly descended on the holy city. It was the shadow of a mountain of bones and skeletons. Like a little snake in front of him, he waved his hand, and the thunder shattered, causing the hurricane to mess up the prince's clothes.

In the strong wind, Vader turned his head suddenly, with a surprised expression on his face. It was obvious that the development of the matter exceeded his expectations. He stared at Roja, who was protected by the phantom of Glandar in the center, and suddenly had a feeling in his heart. A kind of enlightenment.

He is not a patron, but a person who makes a contract with the ancient god.

Discovering this almost impossible fact, Vader felt a huge threat for the first time. He fully mobilized his power, and the source quality of [Rage] roared wildly in his body, and the thunder in the sky disappeared, but instead The other is the silent light in his hand.

It was light, and it was also his anger, a silent accusation against the world. The moment it appeared, it seemed that there was only one light left in the world, which was the supreme power of destruction.

On the other side of him, Roja is also ready.

"In your case, you can only give me a punch at most."

Gulandal's voice echoed in the young man's ears. Even with the blessing of immortality, Roja's body was still shattering rapidly. There was no doubt that he couldn't bear the giant's strength.

But so what?

Hearing what the giant said, the boy didn't rush to answer. He looked back at Noelle who was in the cursed barrier, and just smiled faintly.

"I'm going to take her out, at any cost, one punch, is that enough?"

Roja's question was blurted out, and Gulandar responded with a big laugh. The laughter was wild and unrestrained, but with the pride of being invincible in the world.

"One punch? Enough!"