The Great Demon King

Chapter 420 The Polluted Goddess
"Boom!"

A huge fireball, like splashed water, instantly engulfed that beautiful woman.

It was the hand of the mage.

The one who did it was a novice mage who had just been in the Sanctuary of New York for less than a year. Because he was too nervous, he couldn't help but do it directly.

Fortunately, his aptitude as a mage is very good, and this big fireball was played at a super level.

"What are you doing? Ace?" Master Wang asked angrily.

"Yes... I'm sorry!" The novice mage's forehead was full of cold sweat: "Her temperament... is very similar to the heroine of a horror game I played..."

This is of course an excuse made up temporarily. The actual situation is that this is the first time he has been on the battlefield in person. Without much actual combat experience, he is really very scared.

The magic flame burned out quickly, but the beauty was still standing there, even the expression on her face was the same as before.

Not far from the broken wall where the beauty stood, there was a big tree, it was a huge silver-gray tree.

The bark of this tree is dry, the branches are bare, and there is no vitality.

All indications seemed to be that the tree had died from the upheaval of weather and season just now.

Although it was dead, the tree was so huge that one wondered if it was a real tree.

The sky became more and more gloomy, and the giant tree flashed red light instantly. All the mages, no matter who they were, suddenly had dizziness and tinnitus at this moment. Bound and hung upside down from the branch of that giant tree.

After being hanged upside down, all the mages were sealed and unable to break free at all.

The surrounding space also became very strange, looking like a strange place that was far more desolate than before.

On the grass in front of the tree were a few pieces of colorless rags. The beauty stopped in front of the pieces, bent down, and picked up a white-brown thing:
It was a piece of severely weathered bone fragment, it should be a human skull, she curled her lips and threw the bone back into the grass.

Then, she turned and looked at the mages hanging from the trees, and smiled wryly. "It's not fun enough to just look at you funny," she said. "If you can peel your skin, it would be a bit of fun, like opening a gift bag or cracking an egg."

"Now, I can tell you my name." Walking to the side of Mage Wang who was hanging upside down, the beauty smiled and said, "My name is Demeter."

"..." Master Wang's pupils shrank when he heard this. According to the records in the New York Sanctuary, Demeter should be a member of the "Protoss" who once came to the human world in ancient times.

Master Wang, who has always been well-informed, even immediately remembered her identity - the goddess of harvest and spring.

This goddess is not as famous as Athena and Hera, but she is also one of the twelve main gods, and her strength should not be underestimated.

Why did she appear on earth?

If you come to the earth, come to the earth, why do you want to do this kind of thing?
Although the "God Clan" recorded in the file is not a god of goodness, it is not the kind of demon who wants to destroy the world all day long.

It's a pity that they are not as skilled as others. They were tied and hung upside down on a big tree by others.

"Don't look at me like that, fat little mage." Demeter chuckled in Master Wang's ear, "I'm not really interested in you and your companions, and of course I'm not interested in talking about you." No grudges, I'm just curious, where is your Supreme Master? Why are you the only cannon fodder here?"

She didn't know that Doctor Strange was no longer on Earth.

"You'd better hope that the Supreme Master will not come so soon." Master Wang gritted his teeth and said, "Otherwise... for someone like you who has degenerated into an evil god, the Master..."

"Shut up!" Demeter was too lazy to listen to the threats of the weak. Her task was to attract as many extraordinary people as possible, and further clear up all kinds of "stragglers" left in this country, so as to pave the way for the upcoming big event in New York bridge.

If Ares' side is "tune the tiger away from the mountain", then Demeter's side is "secondary filtering", and the second filtering out the fish that slipped through the net that may get in the way.

"Now, you can call your friends and friends, call all the relatives and friends you can think of to come here to save you." Demeter coaxed.

After finishing speaking, she even picked up the mobile phone that Mage Wang dropped on the ground because of hanging upside down, and handed it to Mage Wang.

This scene is the same as the kidnapper calling the hostage over and forcing the hostage to call his family to ask for money. Master Wang is now equivalent to such a hostage.

This fat mage seemed to be in a daze, but he was actually very careful. In just a short while, he had already guessed the purpose of this "Spring God".

Good guy, do you still want to get all the light of the righteous way in one pot?

You're thinking about ass!
Seeing that Master Wang was unmoved, Demeter continued: "You should still have a lot of things to do, right? There are still many wishes that have not been fulfilled, right? Do as I say, and I will give you freedom, otherwise, I will get you free." After you die, there are plenty of ways to make your companions submit obediently."

Master Wang still did not speak.

He guessed that the other party probably wanted to attract some "big fish" over, but he didn't know the specific reason and the purpose of this conspiracy.

In short, just don't let her succeed.

Demeter looked at the Mage Wang who looked at death as if he was at home, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "Some people don't know how to cherish life before they don't know how precious it is."

After finishing speaking, a tree vine was like a javelin, and with a "poof", it pierced Master Wang's heart.

Master Wang's blood flowed out from the wound.

"How about it, isn't it uncomfortable?" Demeter smiled like a sickly girl, looking at Master Wang, who had purple lips and an air of gossamer, and said, "The feeling of death must be great, right? Living' is something that should be taken for granted, and it is too late to regret until it is lost, right?"

The fingers of Demeter's right hand slid gently across his chest, and she imagined that she felt a little vibration deep in his chest—not a heartbeat, but a desire to live...

She puts her hand on the "flutter," on his chest, above his pierced heart.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Demeter's tone was gentle like a mother singing a lullaby to a child.

The wound on Mage Wang's chest began to bleed again—the crimson blood that should have dried up slowly oozes out, like ocher-red gemstones.

The "gem" sealed the wound in his chest like a patch.

After a few seconds, Master Wang opened his eyes again.

"Hu~huhu~" Like a person who has been locked in the bottom of the water and suffocated for 500 years, and finally broke free, he greedily took every mouthful of fresh air.

Life is precious, what is more precious than life lost and found?

After losing and recovering, how many people are willing to lose again?

(End of this chapter)