The Holy Right of a Comic

He raised his hand to catch the golden light, and what appeared in Roy's palm was a stack of Tarot cards.

Roy stacked this stack of Tarot cards with other "Waite Tarot".

"Well, there are still a few last ones left, and the 'Golden Realm' can be completed."

Looking at the Wetter Tarot in his hand, Roy said with a smile. .

Chapter 139 The wisdom of gold is formed here

Beside Roy, Othinus and Nephthys stood quietly.

Seeing that Roy was recycling the Tarot cards of the Golden Dawn, Othinus was puzzled and said, "...What do you want this thing for, understander?"

The one-eyed Demon God tilted his head slightly, puzzled by Roy's recovery of "Wait Tarot".

This symbolizes the magic code of the Golden Dawn, and it may be an unimaginable treasure for other magicians.

But for a demon god like Roy who has reached the 9=2 realm, the original code of the Golden Dawn has no effect on him.

No matter how much the Golden Dawn advocates Hermesism and Tarot, its essence is still inseparable from the secret method of Kabbalah and the theory of Christianity.

"Although Alesta will use "Wait Tarot" to create "Tot Tarot", taking away Mathers' chance to become a demon god."

"...But as one of the world's three major Tarots, the "Wait Tarot" contains the ideas and power of all the people of the Golden Dawn."

"The seventy-eight cards contain all the wisdom and realm, and a little use of such power can create a perfect 'spirit'."

"... After all, it is the will of 'gold'."

Roy flipped through the Tarot cards in his hand and said with a smile.

Seeing this, Othinus was noncommittal, the seventy-eight tarot cards did contain gold, and the Great Demon Coronzon could even use it to create a Golden Dawn again.

Although he didn't know what Roy was going to use this set of "Waite Tarot", Othinus himself didn't care.

"Where do we go next?"

Just as Roy was talking to Othinus, the Egyptian goddess came over.

Her chocolate-colored skin is like cool black jade under the reflection of the morning sun, shining brightly, transparent and magnificent.

243 The Egyptian Nine Pillar God with a plump body and a mummy-like bandage wrapped around key parts of his body embraced Roy's arm without any shame.

She didn't care at all about her almost naked delicate skin touching Roy.

Nephthys' unrestrained behavior made Othinus a little dissatisfied, and the Nordic demon god glared fiercely at Nephthys with her emerald eye.

But Nephthys didn't care about it at all. She was entwining Roy like a beautiful snake, her pupils of different colors like a Persian cat shone brightly, and her tone was coquettish.

"Come on, let's go to Italy."

"...the ceremony field over there is almost ready."

"We've been playing around in Britain for a while. For Nyarlathotep, our behavior without any sense of urgency is actually more in line with her expectations."

Roy shrugged and said.

Roy and Othinus, they don't care, they don't care about the life and death of other demon gods at all, and they just satisfy their own needs for pleasure, which is very consistent with their cognition of demon gods.

Because the demon god is such an existence, with a long life and overly omnipotent power, the demon god has no sense of urgency and tension.

They will only act according to their own rhythm and never care about external influences.

"Then go and rescue the empress, and by the way, give a good lesson to the old ruler who pretends to be a Chimera and a forgotten god."

Nephthys said proudly, her tone was as lazy as a cat's, and she didn't have any intention of urging her.

"Save the empress? Forget it, I guess the empress and those demon gods are still confused about what happened, and they are having fun in the dream constructed by Nyarlathotep."

Roy said helplessly that this group of demon gods were so unresponsive.

Because of his overconfidence in his own strength, even if he found himself cheated by others, he found himself imprisoned in a strange world.

Their first thought was definitely not to find a way to escape from that trap, or to work together to find a way.

They will definitely fight and play around in that unknown world first.

By the time these demon gods realized something was wrong, it was already too late, and it would be difficult to escape from the evil god's trap.

If it weren't for the complete death of these demon gods, this world would fall into Azathoth's dream.

In addition, Roy was interested in the world view of the major mythological systems symbolized by those demon gods. In fact, he had no intention of rescuing those demon gods at all.

Of course, the most important thing is that Roy has a hunch that he should be a competitor like Azathoth.

Then destroying the competitor's plan is what he has to do.

"Anna Sprengel's place should be almost resolved."

Roy glanced in the direction of London, and walked across the strait from Britain to Italy with the two demon gods.

...

"Westcott, you should know who the concubine is, right?"

On a certain street in London, under the technique of driving out idlers, all ordinary people disappeared, leaving only two people standing there facing each other a few meters away.

The thin man looked at the young girl-like existence in front of him with an incredulous expression.

She has gorgeous rose-colored hair, and she uses a bed sheet as a dress to wrap her delicate body, with a small hand holding the edge of the dress at the mouth.

The little girl in front of her has a lazy expression, a decadent smile, and a touch of the free and easy life and arrogance of the game life in her eyes.

"Anna Sprengel, why are you here?"

Westcott, one of the three founders of the Golden Dawn, looked at the rose cross in front of him with an expression of disbelief.

"Why can't the concubine appear here? Do you think that the concubine has already assimilated with those 'spirits'? If you think so, then you look down on the Rose Cross too much."

Anna Sprengel was full of smiles, but there was a viscous feeling like a rotting corpse in her clear eyes.

Westcott's greatest strength lies in his immortality.

The principle of its immortality is that it has a connection with an unknown 'spirit' located in the upper realm.

When the magic power of the two parties interacts, Westcott coexists with the life of the other party.

If the unknown 'spirit' cannot be wiped out, then Westcott, whose life is shared, will not die.

Back then, Aresta used Fantasy Killer to decipher this characteristic of Westcott, thus killing him.

Since Westcott can communicate with the 'spirit', he naturally possesses the spell to contact the spirit.

At that time, Anna Sprengel lost her body and existed in the form of a 'spirit'. Westcott had contact with Anna Sprengel in the upper plane.

"Establish the Golden Dawn with Anna Sprengel's consent?"

"...Ha, I don't remember agreeing to your request, although you want to use the fame of the Rosary Cross to elevate the Golden Dawn without any problem."

"But you used the name of the concubine to do this, and it made the concubine feel dissatisfied."

Anna Sprengel stared at Westcott who was sweating coldly, her beautiful smile gradually became decayed, and she said leisurely: "...I'm sorry."

"...I deny the establishment of the Golden Dawn, so the contract you signed for this is now invalid."

Westcott widened his eyes and said angrily: "...you..."

It's just that he still said the words, and his body completely collapsed into fly ash.

Westcott used the name of Anna Sprengel to create the Golden Dawn, and there was a cause and effect between the two.

But this contract was just a liar's contract. When the party involved, Anna Sprengel, discovered the scam and denied the liar's contract.

The agreement with Westcott naturally has no 'legal' support.

For Anna Sprengel, she didn't need any fighting to kill Westcott. As long as she denied the contract with one sentence, Westcott would die naturally.

Invescott's 'Golden Dawn' didn't exist in the first place.

For the dead Westcott, there was a tarot card in the place where his body remained, which was the last 'world' of the tarot.

This card was attracted by the original text of "Wei Te Tarot", and turned into a golden light and flew into the distance.

"In this way, the concubine has completed the task, and I can't go to Academy City for the time being, why don't I let the concubine have fun in London."

Anna Sprengel smiled gracefully, and walked forward with her slender legs.

...

In a cafe near Baker Street, three famous poets and writers are drinking their last cup of coffee.

"I didn't expect that in such a short time after being resurrected, I would usher in death again."

"...you watch over the whole earth, like a gaze rolling in exile, like bearing the most gnawing flame, like despair that never despairs."

Yeats sighed, shook his head slightly, and recited the poem in an aria-like tone.

"We are already dead, and the Golden Dawn has long been a trace of human history."

"...Then, here's to our short reunion."

Conan Doyle called for a glass of beer, raised the glass and laughed loudly.

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

The last three people of the Golden Dawn also turned into Tarots and merged into the distant golden light.

...

Roy put away the "Wait Tarot" in his hand, and since then all the wisdom of the Golden Dawn has been mastered, and this golden realm has been formed in his hands. .

Chapter 140: Road to Hades

In the southern part of the Italian peninsula, at the southern foot of the Apennines, is a region called Campania.

Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto came to Naples, the capital of the Campania region, after completing the tasks assigned to them by Roy.

Naples is the largest city in southern Italy, second only to Milan and Rome in the whole of Italy.

The scenery here is beautiful, relying on the Mediterranean Sea, it is one of the famous scenic spots along the Mediterranean coast.

"Ah, I've finally finished my work, you can - take a good rest."

Walking in this ancient city built in 600 BC, Misaka Mikoto looked excited. From time to time, she looked at the exotic scenery around her and made a sound of enthusiasm.

As a student of Tokiwadai Middle School, Misaka Mikoto is also a child of a wealthy family.

However, she has lived in Academy City since she was a child. Because of the development of superpowers, only Academy City is the safest for those with abilities.

Therefore, Misaka Mikoto has few opportunities to travel abroad.

For a junior high school girl, the beauty and culture of a foreign country always has a strong attraction.

"But the Italians are just too enthusiastic, sometimes too enthusiastic."

"... Fortunately, Shokuhou Misaki, although your ability is dark, it is really useful sometimes."

Misaka Mikoto stretched her waist and spoke lightly.

The weather on the Mediterranean coast is mild, and Misaka Mikoto, who is abroad, has also changed from the Tokiwadai school uniform and put on Italian-style clothing.

But even so, she was not scantily dressed like many people on the Mediterranean coast, and she was not wearing a short skirt, but a pair of shorts.

Although the figure of a junior high school student is nothing to admire, the straight and slender legs under the shorts are enough to attract people's attention.

"What do you have to worry about, obviously it's me who needs to worry about it."

"...the enthusiasm of those Italians is directed at me."

Shokuhou Misaki is wearing a swimsuit with a layer of hazy gauze, a sun hat and sunglasses, and his dress is very sexy.

Especially the curvaceous figure, the flat belly without fat, and the deceptive towering, let her walk on the streets of Naples, in exchange for countless peeks.

Shokuhou Misaki glanced contemptuously at Misaka Mikoto, who was as flat as a washboard, and showed a mocking expression.

As she said, when walking in this Italian city, people always come to chat up Shokuhou Misaki, but when facing Misaka Mikoto, everyone loses interest after just one glance.

"It must be my beauty that reminds Italians of their Sicilian goddess Monica. Look at their amazing eyes, which shows that Italians are quite discerning."

Shokuhou Misaki said proudly, trying her best to mock Misaka Mikoto.

However, although her tone is smug, she is actually not tired of those passionate and romantic Italians.