Demon King Evolution History

"This piece of steel 'shoots' not lead pellets. It is a treasure made by releasing the magic arrow that John Pluto Smith usurped from the moon god Artemis. If it is used by a king equal to him Possibly... a servant, a piece of trash like you can't even pull the trigger!"

Anshela's ridicule was quite correct.

Have tried countless times.

No matter how hard Jack tried, he couldn't break the hammer.

However, this is the only weapon that is expected to have results for the witches other than humans.

With a prayer, he broke the hammer and pulled the trigger.

What came out of the gun's muzzle was not fire, but a pale lightning-like flash.

The flash turned into a pale dragon of light, passed through the small body of the ancestor Anshera, and shot out from her back to the sky.

Jack stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

I don't think it will be successful at all.

Just simply struggling.

Desperately 'shot' out.

As Anshela said, this magic gun is not a prop that Jack can use.

"Uh! Impossible, why..."

Anshela, who was vomiting blood, screamed bitterly.

yes, why?

Kashi.Kashi.

Familiar voice.

Kashi.Kashi.

The metal sides of the boots hit the ground, making the distinctive sound of footsteps.

Approach this way.

A man who enjoys time leisurely.

It is always when things are getting better and better that they finally appear.

Then every time, Jack would hear the footsteps.

The footsteps of the man who came leisurely without apologizing for being late and not panicking at all.

"Impossible...why, are you here!?"

"What a boring question. You guys are the ones who call me Hades?"

The beautiful voice that kicked Anshela's question away.

What covered his face was a mask made of black armor.

The appearance is the same as the helmet that protects the racer's head.

In the part of the eyes, there are eye patches like the compound eyes of insects.

"Could it be that you thought you had knocked me down in the last duel? In that case, you underestimated me too much. For the king of Hades, he still needs to go back to his hometown occasionally, right?"

Flipping the black shawl like a vampire's cloak, he walked slowly.

Under the shawl is a blue-colored high-quality clothing like the modern European court.

The graceful body reminds people of a seasoned stage actor.

That's how tall it is.Luxurious figure.

"Even if you die and travel to the underworld, it is a natural law that you will return to the earth one day. You are so stupid that you can't predict the future to this extent, God Patriarch Anshera. The reason for your defeat is your stupidity."

"Ugh damn John Pluto Smith! You damned godslayer!"

A masked prince glared at by an extremely powerful witch.

His name would not have been anything other than John Pluto Smith.

"It's good to see you in spirit, Jack. Are you finally liking the clothes I like, too? I'm so glad."

John Pluto's sight caught the black cape and tuxedo Jack was wearing.

Standing with him in this costume was like a masquerade.

"I'm not interested in role-playing. Don't think I share your morbid desire to dress up. It's a last resort to sneak in here."

"Then, tonight should be the first step in this interest!"

The deck of a luxury liner piled with death.

On top of that he smiled happily.

Bathed in the light of the full moon, the gorgeous heroic posture flaunts to the surroundings.

Now the leading actor, there is no one else but him.

Even Anshera, who exudes that amazing sense of presence, will fade in front of John Pluto Smith.