Demon King Evolution History

"Listen up Jack. We won tonight, the two of us dressed alike. We won together!"

John Pluto's declaration of victory confused John a little.

"Victory? Take it easy, Smith. The battle isn't over yet!"

"It's over... isn't it, Anshela?"

The blindfold of the mask is facing the rare witch.

Even though she was 'shot' through the heart by the flash of light from the magic gun, Anshela was still alive.

I didn't even have the strength to stand up.

Kneeling on the deck, a large amount of blood flowed from the big hole in the chest, coughing up blood, but still alive.

The witch's bloodshot eyes cast a terrifying curse on the black mask.

"This gun is a prop to 'shoot' my power. If I'm not around, it's like iron filings. But as long as I get close and use the power, other 'shooters' can use it."

That's it.So just now, I just 'shot' out.

Hearing what his friend said, Jack understood.

"Because of my absence, you carelessly accepted the arrow of Artemis. Even if you are the snake of disobedience, you will not be able to recover. Our victory."

The powerful magic gun is also limited.

Whenever the moon waxes and wanes, it can fire once, that is to say, it can only fire six times a month.

But the relative power is enormous.

The projectiles released from this magic gun can turn into pale flashing dragons and fly into the sky.

Penetrate the building, vaporize thick rock, and even the terrain can change.

The ballistic will bend in response to the consciousness of the 'shooter', chasing the enemy no matter where.

According to rumors, if the power of the six rounds of the projectile is gathered, it can exert even greater power.

Just like the title of the magic gun, it is the weapon of the devil.

"...To be honest, I returned to Los Angeles a few hours ago. Jack, I know your plan. Although I can stop you from the sidelines, I just waited and watched in anticipation of this unfolding."

"What did you say? Smith, you man has been using people as props"

"What a sad evaluation. I trust my friends, so I entrust my hope to you... You should understand it this way."

It's really annoying.

All the same as usual.

Instead of complaining, Jack hummed a little.

"Don't be complacent, John Pluto Smith, the concubine is not over yet! Don't underestimate me, the descendant of the undead snake!"

Anshela shouted!

The poor face was stained red with blood, and the ghostly 'female' image was roaring.

Blood-stained limbs flew into the air and began to swell and deform.

Just like a week ago, transforming into a big snake.

"Of course I do. But the variety is clearly artisanal and not at all threatening."

John Plutosmith, who was confronting him, flipped his cape as he did then.

"You get off the boat first. I feel like drinking tonight. You can accompany me too. To celebrate the expulsion of this witch from Los Angeles!"

Difficult to socialize, secretive man.

A man who refuses to 'communicate' with ordinary friends and does not 'show' his true colors.

Jack was taken aback by his proposal.

In this way, the duel between the masked hero and the witch who turned into a snake came to the final round.

The luxury passenger ship is entwined by a big silver snake.

However, the beautiful snake was covered in scars.

Red with profuse bleeding.

At this time, the night sky was covered by thunderclouds.

Lightning strikes the ground.

It was not the silver serpent that the Thunder Emperor's hammer struck, but the great ship it entangled.

Thunder and boom.Flash and fire.

The luxury passenger ship struck by lightning turned into a strange bonfire.

In the flames stood a giant.

It is about 50 meters high and has a well-proportioned physique.

However, he has a strange appearance.