You are very strong, but my painting style is better than yours!

While the two girls from another world were still in a daze, Kubo Hide suddenly realized: "You are the King of Sorrow!"

Bingo! You got it right!

My mission was to bring Miss Celestia and her author back, and it was a real shame that I didn't run into Mr. Matsubara. But this lady seems to be a 'creator' as well, so using her as a substitute shouldn't be a problem.

Anyway, it's one character and one author. As long as the numbers are right, the princess in military uniform won't cause any trouble, right?

"They really are the enemy!"

Meteora lifted her trench coat, revealing her usual clothes underneath, and then pulled out a thick grimoire—it made one wonder where she had hidden it before.

Ceresia did the same, removing her coat to reveal her pilot uniform and drawing a longsword from her lower back.

"Seriously, where exactly are you hiding your weapons—ugh!"

Before Kubo could finish speaking, Meteora turned around and hugged him, then flew backwards rapidly with all four feet off the ground.

Ceresia moved with the same perfect coordination as she had with the white-haired mage countless times, simultaneously charging forward with her sword and slashing fiercely at the blond boy.

Faced with the swiftly thrusting blade, the boy remained calm and even smiled slightly.

The next moment, blinding white light illuminated everything!

Bang-!

A sudden burst of intense flames erupted from a corner of the top floor of the observation tower, and amidst the violent tremors, sonic booms and smoke burst forth from the walls.

"call--"

A figure flew backward from the smoke, looking unwilling, and fell freely to the ground.

"hateful!"

Ceresia was thrown out by the impact, and once again realized how difficult it was to stand on her own after leaving the mecha.

This was true when facing the military princess, and it's true now...

But she was a strong person, and immediately cheered herself up, using her magic to levitate herself, flying upwards like a bird.

Clearly, she wouldn't abandon Meteora and the others.

Ow! ! !

The piercing howl attracted the female swordsman's attention. When she looked up at the sky, she saw a series of dark figures flying out from the explosion site, rushing down like a pack of wolves chasing their prey.

"What the hell!"

……

Inside the blasted tower, alarms blared throughout the entire floor due to the damaged walls, and tourists swarmed around like disturbed locusts. Meanwhile, behind Meteora, magic circles unfolded one after another, each releasing overlapping force fields that perfectly protected Kubo, an ordinary person who was powerless to fight.

"Such a large-scale magical eruption just now, yet there were no casualties among ordinary people... Is this your principle?"

Meteora looked at the other person intently.

Although she has titles such as Great Mage and Sage, she is not good at fighting and only knows defensive magic... If she were to fight the blond boy, she would definitely be at a disadvantage.

The Sorrowful King smiled without speaking, and did not immediately answer Meteora's question.

At that moment, Kubo leaned close behind her and whispered, "He is the Sorrowful King from 'Blood Limit Chronicle,' one of the thirteen kings of the [Magic World]. His true form is actually a conceptual existence, but every now and then he possesses a living being, which is why he is called the 'Sorrowful King.'"

His personality, actions, and preferences all depend on the person he is possessing, and this one is—”

呲!

The magic circle reappeared automatically, and an invisible blade slashed through the air. Meteora heard the sound of a blade piercing rubber, which was very unpleasant.

"Kubo, stay here, don't say anything, and don't look at him!"

"Yes!"

Realizing this was a taboo topic for the King of Sorrow, Kubo tightened his lips.

The Sorrowful King narrowed his eyes and suddenly snapped his fingers: "Although this body possesses very powerful magic, it is ultimately just a mortal human being. If it gets damaged, it will be troublesome... Let this guy come out and get some fresh air!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a beam of light flashed in the air, so bright it hurt the eyes. Then, a magnificent lion with a long, red mane, clad in golden armor and wearing a six-pointed crown appeared.

Its size was so enormous that this floor seemed rather small for it!

"Well!"

Kubo's throat bobbed, and although Meteora managed to remain calm, she was already trembling.

In the past, when she saw Iori using Kido, she was very excited and tolerant. But when she became the target, she felt the terror of supernatural power from the bottom of her soul!

"Be careful, that's another familiar created by one of the Thirteen Kings... its ability seems to be to devour magic!"

"Ugh?"

As a pure magician, Meteora turned around in astonishment: "Then how...?"

"Roar!!!"

The golden lion roared to the sky, its roar shaking the entire building. When that enormous body, riding a storm of golden particles, came crashing down, Meteora's first thought was to grab Kubo and fly away, keeping his distance from the creature.

She lacked the confidence to win head-on!

However, the lion moved with unexpected speed. Despite its large size, its agility was completely unaffected. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of the two. The golden particles swept across the ground as if they had plowed it, and countless pebbles swept out, constantly hitting the magic shield like raindrops.

At this moment, Ceresia has not yet returned, and Meteora's only option seems to be to flee, otherwise she will be devoured by the Golden Lion within seconds.

Zheng!

With a flash of fierce light, a figure appeared in mid-air, spinning gracefully like a dancer in flight. The longsword, rippling with divine water patterns, left a beautiful mark at the critical moment, precisely and ruthlessly slicing open the golden lion's jaw.

Poof! ! !

A large amount of blood gushed out, rendering the armor and fur as if they didn't exist, offering no defense whatsoever.

"Roar!"

Only then did the golden lion react and roar in pain.

The golden particles swarmed in, enveloping Iori and swirling around, eroding the ground and walls until they were riddled with holes.

Zheng!

From top to bottom, a single sword strike cleaves through!

Iori calmly walked out. When the golden lion opened its blood-soaked maw, he acted as if he were offering himself up as bait. He quickly reached into the wound with his left hand, firmly grasped the golden lion's jawbone, and then his body burst forth with tremendous power.

Bang!

The golden lion, which weighed dozens of times more than Iori, was slammed to the ground, leaving a huge dent that extended into countless cracks, making this floor appear precarious.

"Ugh——!"

With a muffled groan from the golden lion, Iori pulled her left arm without hesitation, instantly closing the distance between them.

The nameless blade in his right hand swung once more, its cold blade flashing with an ominous crimson light, slashing viciously across his neck!

Clang!

The helmet fell to the ground.

laugh!

A spurt of blood erupted as the monster's neck was cleanly severed, its body instantly turning into a ball of flame, leaving only a lion's head almost the size of Iori's entire body. He easily lifted it up, flicked its mane, and tossed it to the ground.

The entire room fell silent.

Only Iori remained calm; everyone else, including the Summoner, the Sorrowful King, felt a sense of unreality.

The Golden Lion was killed just like that?

Is it too weak? No, in terms of size, magical power, and intimidation, the Golden Lion is a top-tier familiar, and it also possesses powerful protective magic and the special talent of being able to devour magic.

This is undoubtedly a mage killer, so much so that Meteora might even consider avoiding the fight before it even begins.

Yet this huge creature was killed by Iori in the blink of an eye, with such ease?

Yes, as long as we don't use magic, it's fine.

What a joke!

How could a human's pure physical skills be this strong!

"how?"

Seeing everyone's silence, Iori asked coldly, "Am I late?"

Chapter 453 The Virgin Orc and Hideyoshi El.

While Iori and the others were confronting the Sorrowful King, the military princess Altair was not idle either, and was still carrying out her plan.

Although she was reprimanded, Iori did not force Altair to do anything. Instead, she encouraged her to summon more fantasy characters and increase her "exposure" as much as possible, which at first glance seemed to be no different from what she had been doing before.

But Iori said that the same piece of steel can be made into a sword to kill, or it can be forged into a shield to protect. Ultimately, the so-called "power" depends on how it is used.

She originally hoped to use the power of these "characters" to shake the foundations of reality, ultimately causing the world to collapse, thus completing her revenge. Because most of the characters did not aim to destroy the world, Altair would deceive them, making them temporarily submit to her.

But Iori offered her another idea:

Since it is a power powerful enough to destroy the laws of the world, then as long as it can be used, even reversing life and death is not difficult!

The man assured Gun-hime that if the plan went smoothly, he would save Shimazaki Setsuna's soul from the afterlife and give it a new life!

If this is true, then Altair has no reason to resist. Even if she was previously full of malice towards this world, Iori's words have already made her realize that "Shimazaki Setsuna still has some lingering affection."

Now, in her heart, her love for her "mother" has surpassed her hatred for humanity, and she is willing to do anything for it!

Of course, she also wondered why Iori was helping her (though she didn't doubt Iori's abilities), but even if she was being used, as long as she could resurrect her creator, Altair didn't care what Iori's intentions were.

At worst, it's conquering the world or exterminating humanity!

Altair is indifferent to humans. If Iori hadn't told her not to kill innocent people indiscriminately, she might have summoned a few more "villains".

Considering Iori's attitude, she avoided some overly extreme characters when choosing her targets... However, she needs a certain "causal" connection to activate her ability to designate a specific character, and if it's purely based on luck, even she herself can't completely control it.

This time, a rather "unusual" character appeared. Considering the other party's background, Altair frowned and even refused to show himself.

"Oh, is that person making movies?"

"Makeup? Or a suit? This is so realistic!"

"If this is a cosplayer, her figure is just too... I mean, she must be over two meters tall, right?"

"That sword...is it made of real metal?"

At the bustling intersection of Shinjuku, a tall, burly man appeared in the middle of the crossroads, dressed in a simple battle suit made of a mix of leather, metal armor, and fabric, with a rough greatsword on his back.

It was as if a head had been turned and fallen into a pool of water. The crowd dispersed like ripples, intimidated by the extraordinary power and hesitant to approach, yet driven by curiosity, they were unwilling to leave. Gradually, the entire street became congested.

There's no way around it, this "cosplayer" is just too eye-catching!

He, or rather "it," stands two and a half meters tall, his muscles as solid as if cast in steel, like a suit of armor made of flesh and blood. Yet, he doesn't appear bulky or sluggish; instead, he is lean, well-proportioned, and without any excess muscle. Once he moves, he will be as swift as a fired bullet!

The greatsword on his back was of a size and weight that matched his body. It was incredible, but judging from its simple luster, it might be made of pure metal... It must weigh over a hundred kilograms!

Such a large man, who looks like he stepped right out of Berserk, would naturally attract attention on the street. If it weren't for his unusual appearance, everyone would probably be vying to take a photo with him.

But the reason why everyone kept a safe distance, leaving at least four or five meters between themselves... is also quite obvious:

Green!

This burly man had skin as green as grass, sharp nails, protruding canine teeth, and two crisscrossing scars on his face.

—This makeup looks so real!

People were marveling at the scene and taking photos from afar, but perhaps out of biological instinct, no one dared to approach and speak to them.

Well... just like how people instinctively respect large industrial machinery, even if they know that the thing won't hurt them, they are still awestruck by the power it contains.

"This design... could it be Ba Xiu, the protagonist of 'The Tale of the Half-Beastman Wanderer'?"

"what?"

"Didn't you know? This light novel is quite famous."

Overlord Cultivator?

"Who's calling my name?" The burly man's eyes flashed, and the man he was staring at immediately clenched his legs together in fear, feeling like a lamb to the slaughter.

Since this man knows me, he might know why I came to this place.

—That's what the burly man was thinking.