The sacred right side of a certain comic

Beside Roy, Othinus and Nephthys stood quietly.

Seeing Roy recovering the Tarot cards of the Golden Dawn, Othinus said in confusion:"……What do you want with this thing, Understander?"

The one-eyed demon tilted his head slightly, puzzled by Roy's recycling of the"Water Tarot". This magic scripture, which symbolizes the Golden Dawn, may be an unimaginable treasure for other magicians.

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

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

"Although Alesta will use"Water Tarot" to create"Thote Tarot", taking away Mathers' opportunity to become a demon."

"……However, as one of the three major Tarots in the world,"Water Tarot" contains the ideas and power of everyone at Golden Dawn."

"Seventy-eight cards contain all the wisdom and realm. With a little use of this power, you can create a perfect spirit.’"

"……After all, it is the will that belongs to 'gold'."

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

Othinus was unconvinced when he saw this. Those seventy-eight Tarot cards do contain gold. The great demon Coronzon can even use it to create a Golden Dawn again..Although

I don’t know what Roy is going to use this set of"Water Tarot" for, Othinus himself doesn’t care.

"Where do we go next?"

While Roy and Othinus were talking, the Egyptian goddess came over.

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

This plump girl The Egyptian nine-pillar god with a beautiful body, only covered with mummy-like bandages on key parts of her body, hugged Roy's arm without any shame.

She didn't care at all about the contact between her delicate skin, which was almost unclothed, and Roy's..

Nephthys' unrestrained behavior made Othinus a little dissatisfied. The Nordic demon stared at Nephthys fiercely with her emerald eye.

But Nephthys didn't care at all, she It was like a beautiful snake wrapped around Roy, with Persian cat-like pupils of different colors shimmering, and his tone seemed to be coquettish.

"Let's go to Italy"

"……The ceremony venue over there is almost ready."

"We have 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 his shoulders and said.

Roy and Othinus' behavior of not caring about the life and death of other demons and just satisfying their own needs for pleasure is very consistent with their understanding of demons.

Because demons are Such an existence, long life, and overly omnipotent power make the demons have no sense of urgency or tension.

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

"Then go rescue the empress, and teach the old ruler who pretends to be a Chimera and the Forgotten God a lesson. Nephthys said proudly, her tone as lazy as a cat, without any intention of urging.

"Save the empress? Forget it, I guess the empress and the demons still don’t know what happened, and are having fun in the dream created by Nyarlathotep."

Roy said helplessly, these demon gods are so slow to react.

Because of their overconfidence in their own power, even if they find that they have been tricked and imprisoned in a strange world, their first thought is... It's definitely not about finding a way to escape from the trap, or working together to find a way.

They will definitely fight and have fun with each other in the unknown world.

When these demons react and find something is wrong, they will It was too late, and it was impossible to escape the trap of the evil gods.

If these demons had not died completely, the world would have fallen into Azathoth's dream.

In addition, the world view of the major mythological systems symbolized by those demons made Roy Interested, he actually had no intention of rescuing those demon gods at all.

Of course, the most important thing was that Roy had a hunch that he should be a competitor like Azathoth now.

So to destroy the competitor's plan, he must to do

"Anna Sprengel's situation should be almost solved."

Roy glanced in the direction of London. He and the two demons walked across the channel from Britain to Italy.

……

"Westcott, you should know who I am, right?"

On a certain street in London, under the spell of expelling idlers, all the ordinary people disappeared, leaving only two people standing there, facing each other a few meters apart. The thin man had an incredible look on his face. Looking at the little girl-like existence in front of me.

She has gorgeous rose-colored hair, and uses a sheet as a dress to wrap her delicate body. A small hand is tugging at the edge of the dress at her breasts. The little girl in front of her looks carefree. Lazy, with a rotten smile, and a touch of the free and easy and arrogant look of game life in his eyes

"Anna Sprengel, why are you here?"

Wescott, 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 I appear here? Do you feel that I have assimilated with those 'spirits'? If you think so, you are looking down on Rosicrucian."

Anna Sprengel smiled brightly, but her clear eyes revealed a sticky feeling like a rotting corpse.

The most powerful thing about Westcott is his immortality.

And among others The principle of immortality is that it is connected with an unknown 'spirit' located in the upper realm.

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

If the unknown 'spirit' cannot be If the 'spirit' is eliminated, then Westcott, who shares his life, will not die.

Back then, Alesta used Fantasy Killer to decipher this characteristic of Westcott, thereby killing him.

Since Westcott can and The 'spirit' is connected, and naturally he has the magic technique to contact the spirit.

At that time, Anna Sprengel lost her body and existed in the form of a 'spirit'. Westcott was in the upper realm with Anna. Sprengel was contacted

"Get Anna Sprengel's permission to establish the Golden Dawn?"

"……Ha, I don’t remember agreeing to your request. Although you want to use the fame of Rosicrucian to promote the Golden Dawn, there is no problem."

"But if you use my name to do this, I will feel dissatisfied."

Anna Sprengel looked at Westcott who was sweating coldly. Her gorgeous smile gradually turned decaying, and she said leisurely:"……terribly sorry"

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

's eyes widened and he said angrily:"……you……"

But before he could say anything, his body completely collapsed and turned into ashes.

Westcott had used Anna Sprengel's name to create the Golden Dawn, and there was already 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.

Naturally, his agreement with Westcott has no 'legal' support.

For Anna Sprengel, she wanted to kill Westcott without any fighting. As long as she denied the contract with one sentence, Westcott would die naturally.

Inviscott's 'Golden Dawn' did not exist.

The dead Westcott had a Tarot card parked where his body remained, which was the last 'world' of Tarot.

This card was attracted by the original book of"Water Tarot" and turned into a golden light and flew into the distance.

"In this way, I have completed my mission. I can't go to Academy City for the time being, so why not just let me have fun in London."

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

……

In a cafe near Baker Street, three famous poets and writers were sipping their last cup of coffee

"I didn’t expect that I would die again just after being resurrected in such a short time."

"……You watch the whole earth, like a rolling gaze of exile, like suffering the most gnawing flame, like a despair that never despairs."

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

"We are already dead people, and the Golden Dawn has long since become a trace in human history."

"……So, cheers to our brief encounter."

Conan Doyle ordered a glass of beer, raised his glass and said with a laugh.

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

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

……

Roy put away the"Water Tarot" in his hand. From then on, all the wisdom of the Golden Dawn was in his grasp, and this golden realm was formed in his hands.