After leaving the world of all NPCs

A pair of hands were massaging his shoulders, relieving the fatigue from subduing them just now.

Just about two steps in front of Ye Zuochen on the left, a crisp and somewhat panicked "Ouch" suddenly came.

Franda Severin knelt on the carpet with her knees touching the ground in a deliberate posture.

As she lowered her head, her golden hair spread out slightly, and her kneeling posture made soft folds on her skirt, which were stretched tight below her waist, outlining an exceptionally beautiful curve, especially the pair of legs with smooth lines that she was proud of, which showed a hint of something she was trying to hide in her movements.

"I'm so sorry, Master! Look how clumsy I am!"

Franda raised her head, showing her delicate little face the size of a palm, a bright smile, and a clear and sweet voice.

He left the ground slowly, and brushed the surface of the carpet intentionally or unintentionally, just enough to stretch his legs out so that Ye Zuochen could see them clearly.

"It's all my fault for being careless! Master, are you not disturbed?"

Ye Zuochen just smiled at her little thoughts.

He just wants to get down to business now.

"Master, do you need me to look for information related to the Book of Law?"

Farthest away from Ye Zuochen, near the edge of the shadow of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Yumi Yuuki stood quietly.

Her long crimson hair was neatly tied into two bunches at the back of her head, hanging quietly on her black dress. She stood with her body straight, her hands folded in front of her abdomen, a textbook-like posture of respectful standing.

Her tall and well-proportioned figure was undulating with subtle undercurrents beneath the well-tailored maid outfit, and her breathing seemed deeper and more deliberate than that of others.

Ye Zuochen smiled and said, "That's not necessary."

[Taoguo] starts to work instantly.

The whole person seemed to be rising infinitely, transcending the dome of the villa, penetrating the dark night, until he stood above the nine heavens, just like the cold and ruthless heaven itself.

The countless living beings below and all things in the world are transformed into countless thin threads of cause and effect, weaving into a vast and extremely clear giant net.

The neon lights of Tokyo, the holy lights of the Vatican, the fugitive's rapid heartbeat, the pursuer's hidden murderous intent...

The vast torrent of information was like a surging galaxy, shining down upon the Dao Fruit from the endless heights.

Time loses its scale at this moment.

Maybe it's just a few breaths, or maybe it's a long eternity.

Ye Zuochen got the information he needed.

The Book of the Law was written by Aleister in 1904. It records the things explained by the Holy Guardian Angel Aiwass.

The original text of the Book of the Law is kept in the deepest part of the Vatican Library of the Roman Orthodox Church.

Not long ago, Orsola Aquinas claimed to have obtained the method to decipher the grimoire "Book of the Law". In order to maintain its own ruling system, the Roman Orthodox Church decided to secretly eliminate Orsola, the only person who could possibly obtain the power of the "Book of the Law".

The reason why Orsola studied the Book of Law was not to obtain the magical power in the book, but to make the knowledge in the Book of Law disappear forever.

Sensing the danger, she went to Japan to seek help from the Amakusa Cross Sect.

At the same time, the Roman Orthodox Church sent the fake "Book of the Law" to a Japanese museum for exhibition under the pretext of holding an international exhibition, and staged a fake play in which the "Book of the Law" was stolen and Orsola was kidnapped.

With this as an excuse, Janice's troops were sent out, ostensibly to search for the missing Orsola, but in reality they were trying to kill her.

Ye Zuochen secretly complained, "This plot seems to have been moved up a month. Is it because of the change caused by the absence of Imagine Breaker? But never mind. After all, it's a precious magic book. It's enough to trade with the Marquis."

The plot in the original novel seems to take place in early September, but now it is in early August.

Although it is also possible that the plan lasted for a month, and Hedgehog Head only got involved in September.

However, it doesn't matter.

The feeling of overlooking suddenly disappeared, and Ye Zuochen slowly stood up.

"I'm going out for a while, you guys stay at home and wait."

As soon as the words fell, the women responded immediately.

"Yes, Master."

"Yes, Master."

"I understand!"

"Yes~ Master, please rest assured!"

"As ordered."

Five different voices sounded almost simultaneously, and the next moment, Ye Zuochen's figure disappeared without any warning.

There was no sound of wind, no distortion of light and shadow, and no ripples in space.

A moment ago, he was still standing there.

The next moment, there was only air at that location.

……

Ye Zuochen's figure suddenly tore through the silence of the museum exhibition hall, and landed on a small empty display case base.

Almost at the same moment, the hall, which was originally dim and illuminated only by a few dim spotlights, suddenly lit up with countless crisscrossing mysterious light marks on the walls, dome, and even under the smooth floor, instantly forming a huge three-dimensional grid-like cage, locking the entire exhibition hall and Ye Zuochen in the center.

At the moment the barrier took shape, from the shadows of the display case holding the ancient parchment scrolls, from behind the massive stone pedestal, from the corners of the exquisitely frescoed dome on the ceiling...

Blazing flames, biting ice cones, twisting acidic poisonous mist, invisible wind blades tearing through the air, and even roaring gravity beams... Hundreds of magical attacks in various forms poured down from all possible blind spots towards Ye Zuochen, who was isolated in the center.

A bizarre torrent of energy instantly submerged his figure, and the light of the explosion made the expensive display case appear pale.

In the center of the light, Ye Zuochen just stood there quietly.

hiss--!

The flames licked the corners of his clothes but could not start a prairie fire; the ice cone suddenly shattered a foot in front of him, turning into fine ice crystal powder; the poisonous fog seemed to have hit an invisible dam, rolling in vain and unable to move forward an inch; the wind blade was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, causing only imperceptible ripples before disappearing without a trace; the heavy gravity wave beam fell on him, but could not even bend his hair.

The God Slayer's body can arrogantly deflect even the spells of gods, let alone the spells of mortals.

"Ok?"

Ye Zuochen raised his eyelids slightly, and the next moment, there seemed to be a spirit three feet above his eyebrows!

The incapable magic power turned into a thread, pulling Ye Zuochen's anti-fate force towards the surroundings, negating all the magic around him.

Om-!

The mysterious grid that formed the barrier shattered silently!

The trace of light quickly dimmed and dissipated, like graffiti erased by an invisible giant hand.

The few surviving spotlights flickered, illuminating the messy fragments of the barrier light on the ground with a bizarre light.

"Go! Take him down!"

A sharp and slightly childish voice, yet full of unquestionable authority, broke the silence.

The nuns who had been hiding in the shadows were no longer hiding and surged out like a black tide.

In the dim light, countless slender black figures leaped forward, completely surrounding Ye Zuochen in the center of the circle.

The weapons they held were all kinds of strange and bizarre, short staffs engraved with runes, crosses wrapped in thorns, heavy axes, and one person even carried a bronze hour hand that looked like it had been removed from a clock tower...

In the middle of the surging crowd of black nuns, a figure took a particularly eye-catching step forward.

Her lemon tea-colored eyes sparkled with flames even in the dim light. Her slender body was wrapped in a specially tailored monastic robe, and her exposed long white legs were shod in 30-centimeter-thick cork sandals, making a dull knocking sound.

Her reddish brown hair was tied into countless pencil-thick three-strand braids, which swayed slightly with her movements.

It was Agnese Santis.

He holds a lotus staff with a small crouching angel on the front.

The tip of the staff was pointed directly at Ye Zuochen, and his eyes were not so much furious as a mixture of surprise and the cold concentration of a working state.

"It's you! The reinforcements Amakusa Shiki called in?" Janice's voice was questioning. "You're quite capable, able to break in silently. But this power... doesn't look like magic."

"Could it be a specialty of this city? Those so-called 'superpowers'?"

Ye Zuochen met her gaze, his tone calm and composed, "Let me answer your last question first. This isn't magic, nor is it a superpower."

“This is [Power].”

"It is the power that makes the gods in mythology divine."

He ignored the hundreds of cold murderous intent locked around him and continued, "As for the previous question, am I Amakusa-style?"

"I am the master of the Pope they recognize, so Amakusa-shiki is also one of the forces under my command."

"They should regard me as their king."

"Huh?" Janice's slender eyebrows suddenly raised, her lemon-brown eyes filled with disbelief and a sense of absurdity as if she were looking at a madman. "Recognize you as king? Has your brain been destroyed by magic? Who crowned you? His Holiness the Pope?!"

"And kill the gods? Seize the gods' power?"

"I think you're a delusional person who ran away from some secret magic society!"

Ye Zuochen's expression remained calm, his eyes becoming even more serious as he continued in all seriousness, "Of course I am the king. Master Huohua said so himself. I am the king who walks the earth."

"Master...Huohua?" The sarcasm on Janice's face froze instantly.

All their conversations just now were conducted subconsciously in Italian, which was the common language of Janice's troops.

Janice herself is proficient in English, Japanese and even many rare languages.

But the three syllables of "Ye Huohua" uttered by Ye Zuochen...

That is pure Chinese pronunciation!

This pronunciation, this strange translation method, and that crazy coronation declaration just now...

A distant and taboo noun struck Janice's mind like lightning!

"heresy!"

A sharp scream that broke the voice suddenly tore through the air. There was no calmness on Janice's face anymore, only the rage and fury of having completely violated the taboo. Her fair skin instantly turned red.

"They're the remnants of the Taiping Cult's heretics! Weren't those blasphemers wiped out by the scientific camp long ago? How could you still be alive?"

Ye Zuochen: “?”

What the hell?

Taiping Heavenly Kingdom?

Speaking of which, Ye Zuochen has always called the only God in the West "Ye Huohua". This is actually related to the ruins of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom near his hometown. In short, the old people there all call him "Ye Huohua", so he also used this name.

Janice's scream was like a charge horn.

In the encirclement, the eyes of all the nuns in black suddenly became extremely cold and sharp. Without any verbal communication, they simultaneously raised all kinds of strange weapons in their hands!

Rods, axes, crosses, Bibles, giant clock hands... the front ends of all weapons were precisely locked onto Ye Zuochen at the center of the circle.

Buzz-buzz-buzz-!

Dozens or even hundreds of magical lights of different colors burst out!

The air in the entire exhibition hall was stirred by magical energy, making a painful hum, and the light was wildly distorted in the turbulent energy.

Ye Zuochen suddenly let out a soft "Huh", as if he had seen some new and interesting toy.

A square outline appeared deep in the pupils of each eye.

【Weiran Shenshangtong】——Activate!

Time was forcibly cut off at the middle frame.

The previous moment was a frozen image of hundreds of nuns boiling with murderous intent and magical light about to burst out.

The next moment, all the magical lights suddenly went out like a extinguished candle.

Plop! Plop! Plop! Plop!

The sound of raindrops falling was as dense as it was, dull and orderly.

Whether it was the nun raising her weapon, ready to launch a thundering attack, or the sentry lurking in the outermost shadows, ready to finish off the enemy, or even Janice Santis standing at the forefront...

All the nuns present, without exception, felt as if all the bones in their bodies were pulled out. Their knees slammed heavily on the cold and hard floor of the exhibition hall and they knelt in front of Ye Zuochen.

It was as if a hand grabbed them and placed them in front of Ye Zuochen.

A dead silence.

The faces of the nuns kneeling on the ground, which were frozen with cold murderous intent, focused on casting spells, or waiting for instructions a second ago, were suddenly replaced by a huge confusion and emptiness.