After Eight-cloud Ink left Lu Mountain, the battle between him and Luo Cuilian spread like wildfire all over the world.
Jiangnan's [King of Wuxia], a top expert who killed gods for hundreds of years, the Campione that suppressed the entire eastern world, the leader of the Five Hell Sect, Luo Cuilian, Luo Hao, lost.
The proud and arrogant Luo Cuilian didn't hide the process of the battle. For her, a defeat was a defeat, there was nothing to hide.
Therefore, almost all of the magic societies soon received the news of that battle.
Along with this news, there was also the news that Eight-cloud Ink was about to go to Japan.
Japan was not like China, where Campione existed. Therefore, the magic societies in Japan could not understand why Yakumo would come here no matter how they racked their brains.
Gradually, a bold guess emerged – Eight-cloud Ink will turn Japan into his territory.
This news made the magic societies in Japan both happy and scared.
Is Japan finally going to have a king that belongs to them?
Although this was good news, those people began to worry about Eight-cloud Ink's temperament.
There was too little information about Eight-cloud Ink, where he came from, what was the identity of the angel Ikaros, why there was no relevant record before, whether he was really a monster like he said, and so on …
Every question shrouded the hearts of the magic societies in Japan, lingering.
With this anxiety, Eight-cloud Ink came to Japan.
⑧
Tokyo, Haneda Airport.
A wonderful group walked out of the airport. The leader was a young man who looked to be about 16 years old and was wearing a beautiful Taoist robe.
His soft and smooth black hair was tied up in a bun with a jade hairpin, and his obsidian-like eyes were shining.
His skin seemed to be glowing, attracting the attention of the passengers in the airport.
Beside him was a pink-haired girl with a perfect figure that made countless women jealous.
The girl's expression was slightly sluggish, and her indigo eyes looked around without any emotion. Only when she looked at the person in front of her, would she show a trace of unusual expression.
That was a dependence that made people jealous.
Different from the other passengers in the airport, the two didn't carry any luggage in their hands.
"King! Welcome to Japan! "
As soon as they walked out of the airport, a man in a suit trotted up to greet them.
The man's face had a professional but casual smile.
"My humble self is Kaneji Winter Horse, the agent of the History Compilation Committee in Tokyo."
Was he noticed as soon as he arrived?
Eight-cloud Ink glanced at Kaneji Winter Horse who stood in front of him and bowed deeply.
— — That smile was really annoying.
Looking at Winter Horse who handed his business card, Eight-cloud Ink took it and glanced at it.
Seeing that Eight Cloud Mo had accepted his name card, Winter Horse Ganshan, who had been lowering his head, secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
Winter Winter Horse felt's Winter Horse. thought Winter Horse was the king in front of him should be able to communicate with him.
— Yes, in the eyes of most, or almost all, magicians, Campione, the king, was impossible or difficult to talk to normally.
They were, they's, they, they had had the power, absolutely no's king Winter '.
Such a king was the only one among the humans who could fight against the God of Disobedience.
This made every magician have extremely complicated thoughts about the existence of the King.
Awe, fear, and longing.
Eight-cloud Ink didn't suspect that Kaneji Winter Horse in front of him was a fake.
Not to mention that no one in Japan dared to impersonate the History Compilation Committee, the power in this man's body couldn't be faked.
"Mr. Kaneji — —"
"Don't call me Mr. King. Just call me Kaneji."
"Okay, Kaneji."
Eight-cloud Ink readily accepted.
"What do you want from me?"
Kaneji Winter Horse bowed even lower. At the same time, he didn't care about the surprised eyes of the ordinary tourists around him. He said, "Knowing that the king has come to Japan, I'm here to serve. If the king needs me, please tell me!"
This wasn't an excuse. It was the common wish of Kaneji Winter Horse, or the History Compilation Committee behind him, and all the Japanese magic associations.
They weren't afraid that Eight-cloud Ink wouldn't order them, but they were afraid that Eight-cloud Ink would completely ignore them.
— — Ordering them, didn't it mean that they were useful? In this way, they could have a deeper contact with the king who was called the [Demon King].
Maybe, they could really keep the king in Japan.
In this way, the benefits to the Japanese magic community were self-evident. Eight-cloud Ink's power in defeating Luo Cuilian was too strong.
"You came to me on your own accord. Let's go first."
Eight-cloud Ink took the lead to walk out of the airport. He didn't intend to stand here and let people watch.
Kaneji Winter Horse followed closely behind. Even the distance between him and Eight-cloud Ink was a bit behind Ikaros.
"I more or less know what you're thinking — —"
Kaneji Winter Horse behind him didn't answer, but carefully listened.
"— — But I don't plan to stay in Japan."
He won't stay in this world for too long.
Although he was disappointed in his heart, he still replied with a straight face, "Your Majesty's presence in Japan is already a great honor for us."
"Don't say 'humble' again. I said I won't stay here for long, so naturally I won't let you be my subordinates."
"But since I'm here, I'll need your help more or less. After this, I'll naturally give you the corresponding reward."
"As long as the king can use us, humble — — humble — — humble — — humble — — humble — — will naturally do."
Eight-cloud Ink secretly shook his head.
"Okay, before coming, the [Five Hell Sect] arranged a place for me to live. It's in Chi Ban. Take us there first. "
"Okay, [Demon King], please come with me. The car has already been prepared."
Since Eight-cloud Ink had clearly stated that he wouldn't stay in Japan, Kaneji Winter Horse took advantage of the situation and changed his name.
Eight-cloud Ink frowned.
Demon King what …
"Don't call me [Demon King]. I don't like that name."
— — Bastard! If it weren't for those guys in the book review section, I wouldn't have thought of that guy in Bulgaria.
Kaneji Winter Horse was stunned, but he took it as Eight-cloud Ink's personal preference.
⑧
In order to curry favor with Eight-cloud Ink, the official compilation committee naturally didn't send a common car.
The driver was very skilled. The car drove smoothly on the streets of Tokyo.
Eight-cloud Ink, who was sitting in the back seat, glanced at Kaneji Winter Horse through the rearview mirror and suddenly said, "Kaneji Winter Horse."
"Yes, what orders does the king have?"
"Seeing that you guys are so enthusiastic, I'll give you a piece of news."
Kaneji Winter Horse's heart immediately skipped a beat.
A bad feeling came to his heart.
"A bloodthirsty wolf is going to hold a ritual to summon the god of disobedience again."
"Hiss — —!!"
Kaneji Winter Horse could no longer maintain his lazy smile and showed a shocked expression.
A bloodthirsty wolf. Kaneji Winter Horse could only think of one person who deserved this title and was also mentioned by Eight-cloud Ink.
Sacha Dejansdal Vauban.
The oldest and strongest Campione, the Godslayer with the highest number of Authority.
Although he looked like an old and wise gentleman of knowledge, he was actually full of wildness. He had super strong physical strength and wolf-like skills. He was a madman who yearned for battle.
A few years ago, he used to capture talented witches from all over the world to perform a ritual to summon the god of disobedience.
Among them, there was Witch Yuan from Japan, Wanriku Yuri.
Witch Yuan of Tokyo's Seven Heroes Shrine, Wanriku Yuri, was born with a rare Spirit Vision ability in the European magic world.
A few years ago, she was captured by Marquis Vauban as one of the sacrifices, but fortunately, she was intact.
This time, when Kaneji Winter Horse heard that Marquis Vauban was planning to hold another ritual, he immediately thought that Wanriku Yuri was in danger.
Eight-cloud Ink naturally got this information from Luo Cuilian.
Seeing Kaneji Winter Horse's eagerness, he didn't mind telling him the news.
Kaneji Winter Horse in the passenger seat recovered his smile and nodded. "Thank you for the information."
"No need."
Eight-cloud Ink smiled and turned to look at the streets of Tokyo.
In the past, when the official history compilation committee encountered such a situation, they could only obediently send Witch Yuan.
But now, because of his appearance, a high school student didn't become a god slayer. He didn't know how these guys would deal with this situation.
Would they send Wanriku Yuri as before, or — —
Looking at Kaneji Winter Horse's signature smile through the rearview mirror, Eight-cloud Ink laughed mischievously.
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