This is the reason why the Demon God Nephthys and the Empress are not here.

Since a compatriot was successfully sniped for being exposed, it would be good to change it again, hide Nephthys and Empress in the dark, and let him test out Aleister's trump card.

[… Indeed, if that technology is disturbed, it really cannot continue to take effect. ]

Aleister indifferently admitted the words of the monk, but after the admission, his words suddenly changed and he said in a calm tone.

[However, how can you be sure that I only have this one killer? ]

"?!!"

Monk Zheng opened his eyes wide and looked at the gray TV in front of him with an incredible look. There is more than one technique that can kill the devil? Is it a bluff, or is it real?

[Why do you think I want to kill the "zombie" first? ]

Aleister calmly took the cause of the death of the zombie onto himself. Although it was guessed that it existed, it was not the time for Yu to be completely exposed, and Aleister felt deeply that Yu had framed Coronzon. Approved, after all, this has induced the attention of the demon gods to a certain extent.

Of course, if Aleister knew that Coronzon who was trapped was his daughter, it would have been another face.

"Zombie?" Monk Zheng frowned, then froze for a moment, and said gloomily. ""segmentation"? Are you trying to do something with that spell in our lower realm? "

[It seems that your brain is not as rotten as it looks, so guess how many demon gods have I placed a curse on? ]

There was no trace of emotion in Aleister's sarcasm.

"No, it's okay to only affect one demon. If you want to use that technique to affect all demons, how could you construct that technique, and how did you lock all of us..."

Seng Zheng's words suddenly got stuck.

[Guess it? Why am I fighting crazy with you just because of the mere exchange of words? That's just a necessary procedure to get the necessary parameters and put the foundation into your body. ]

[By the way, how do you think that level of sarcasm would completely **** me off? You must know that in the past, I was a literary creator who could laugh at my own expense and publish sensual novels, describe Yang Root with a hundred adjectives, and hype it up. Is your sarcasm sharper than that of the British aristocracy in the Victorian era? ]

[Sorry, because of your stupid brain, my words had to be a bit cruder in order for you to interpret them successfully, so, do you understand, the devil of Gremlin. ]

"Aleister!!" Monk Zheng's face showed an angry expression of being fooled, like a resentful spirit, and a heavy black mist appeared on his thin body.

[During the dialogue, the spell has already taken effect, so guess how much your immortality has been weakened, and how many times can you support your deaths? Start shaking, you know, it means a lot to me to watch you go from doubt to anxiety and then from anxiety to fear.

- Let's dance on the stage, Demon God! ]

'Then in fear, the silver demon was attracted. ' Aleister, who was immersed in the repair fluid, thought so, and then slowly closed her eyes.

Next, maybe he doesn't need to play, maybe.

...

"Oops, crappy, don't you plan to hide at all?"

The largest bishop in St. George's Cathedral, Laura Stuart, said with a blank expression.

In front of her, there was a chess board, representing the black and white chess pieces of the academy city and the demon god, intertwined on the chessboard.

'The situation is completely unpredictable. I wanted the fisherman to benefit, but if we couldn't control the movements of both sides, then it would be meaningless. ’

Laura held her breath as she tapped the top of the chessboard, and her green fingers kept tapping, making a rattling sound.

Even for the Puritans of the Eagle Kingdom, it is very difficult to deal with the demon gods, even those who have been weakened, but now, apart from herself, there are no Puritan chess pieces on the chessboard.

'In that case, it's better to exchange the only piece for a new piece. ’

Luo stretched out his hand, grabbed the king in the white chess piece, and rubbed the head of the piece lightly.

Chapter 362 Two joys are intertwined

Kamijou Touma is back in his hard-fought routine.

Although he went all the way to Ukraine to give his arms once, it was only the news he learned from Tuyumen Yuanchun. For this reason, he and his parents and Tuyumen Yuanchun also had a big meal in Ukraine to celebrate everyone's robbery. After the rest of life.

However, Kamijou Touma didn't feel anything about his arm being broken. After all, his right hand showed no signs of breaking, and there was no pain at all when waving his arm, which made him believe that his arm was broken once. Picked up by someone else.

However, even so, using this as an excuse, Mr. Kamijou still had a big meal in Ukraine. Because it was public money to eat and drink, he even ate to support his stomach and was unable to move for a while.

But after that, he and his parents and Tsuchimikado were able to return from the dangerous battlefield to the safe academy city with the help of the supersonic transport plane in the academy city.

It is said that the plane was prepared for a big man in the academy city, but because the other party left temporarily, the Kamijou family was able to enjoy the wonderful taste of the special plane.

Originally, Mr. Kamijou thought that today was a rare happy day. After all, he safely picked up his parents from the battlefield, had a big meal, and enjoyed another special plane service. This experience is enough to boast about for a lifetime.

but……

"I have to make up lessons for Mao Da night-!!"

Kamijou Touma clenched the notebook in his hand angrily and let out a low roar.

After escaping from the battlefield, isn't it a welcome celebration and holiday, when Mao got off the plane, he was notified to make up the class time! !

"Teacher, Ah Shang doesn't like taking your class!!"

Next to him, Tsuchimikado Motoharu and Blue Hair Earring, two of Kamijou-san's losers, raised their hands without hesitation, and made a small report in front of the class of more than 30 people.

"Teacher... is the teacher's class so boring?"

Standing in front of the blackboard, Teacher Loli, who was stepping on a small stool to teach the class, wept tearfully, and then more than 30 pairs of murderous eyes were like blades, cutting Kamijou Touma's skin.

"Mr. Xiaomeng's class, I like it the most!!"

Kamijou Touma shoved the tattered notebook into his mouth with tears in his eyes in front of the whole class, and let out a miserable whimper while chewing.

After this farce, Kamijou Touma didn't dare to complain anymore, at least in that teacher Lolita's class, he didn't dare to say a word.

However, Tsuchimikado, blue-haired earrings, I have written down this hatred.

Kamijou Touma silently wrote the names of the two bad friends in the notebook.

The make-up class did not end until 8:30 pm. Kamijou Touma had a dark face, and followed the crowd of students to the shoe cabinet on the first floor, ready to change into outdoor shoes and head to the hotel where his parents stayed.

However, just after he opened the shoe cabinet, Kamijou Touma was stunned.

In the boxy shoe cabinet space, in addition to his pair of cheap sneakers, there was an extra white letter.

"Miao Miao Mi, is this?"

Tsuchimikado Motoharu, who had been following Kamijou Touma's back and was about to fall into the trap, widened his eyes, took off his sunglasses, wiped his eyes angrily, and then took a closer look.

"Hey, blue hair, did I read it wrong meow?"

"Probably, maybe, like, right."