Marvel's Strongest Magician

The stage area designated to hold the festival yesterday is now open to the public.

The deeds of the devil's attack and repulsion were widely circulated in the lower classes of the northern district, and many people from other outer sects came to admire this scenery, because it was a game place where a certain god and the devil fought.

Therefore, the 54th, 54th, and 5th outer gates in the North District are crowded with people and it is very lively. Even though the Fire Dragon Festival is over, there are more people visiting. Salamanda had to send more guards to maintain order.

There are also locals who have experienced the incident at that time, and they specially take the outside tourists to act as guides, bragging and earning a little pocket money.

...... However, that god is unwilling to show his face, and he doesn't care how his deeds are told. No one has seen him so far.

Fortunately, Salamanda, the community of the new ruler of the North District, erected a sculpture here.

Everyone, please see, that is a member of the unnamed community, the subordinate of the gods who repelled the devil king, Miss Paimon, who fell under the wind of death of the devil king in order to protect the contestants at that time...

The bearded guide with the face of passers-by stood at 23 in front of the statue and explained to a group of foreign tourists.

"It's ashamed to say that I was kicked into the bunker by Miss Paimon at that time... I will never forget the kindness of this kick in my life.

When he said this, Uncle Hu Zha touched his chest, his eyes gradually fell into distant memories.

"Regardless of strength, angle, or timing, it was a perfect kick, just like Miss Paimon.

It's a pity that even if Salamanda sends the most skilled craftsmen to carve, it can't restore one ten-thousandth of Miss Paimon's beauty...."

So sad, if Paimon appeared again, he would definitely be willing to kiss the ground where her soles stepped on to show his supreme love and support for Paimon.

The crowd applauded and applauded the wonderful explanation of the tour guide, but at the moment there was a discordant laugh:

"Psst!"

The uncontrollable laughter made the bearded man feel offended, his elf-like long ears moved, and quickly locked the source!

Hiding in the crowd was a little boy with orange hair and ponytail, about eight or nine years old, covering his mouth and enduring trembling shoulders.

"What's so funny! The deeds of the people of the North District fighting against the devil are ridiculous in your eyes! Brat!"

The uncle's expression was very angry, and he pointed out the little boy with his beard and eyes, as if he saw a heresy that insulted the faith.

"No, no, I definitely didn't mean that!"

The little boy was taken aback, and quickly waved his hands to explain: "I just think, are you exaggerating that... Paimon's beauty?"

"Exaggeration?" The uncle raised his voice incredulously, and he showed the stone sculpture with both hands, so that everyone's eyes turned to the statue again.

The body-length stone carving is made of polished marble, and it vividly reproduces the figure of a girl. What's weird is that the girl's movements are kicking forward vigorously.

Because when Paimeng saved people, the time was short, and he was indeed kicked away one by one.

It's just that face...Where is Paimon, it doesn't look like it at all! Little boys will believe that she is the goddess of light from somewhere.

A holy and solemn face, a figure that does not conform to reality at all, and that kicking posture, all combined are weird and funny, can you believe it is Pahao?

Uncle Hu Zha's high-pitched voice continued: "The participants who have witnessed that history know that what I said is not an exaggeration! Miss Paimon's appearance is the most beautiful face I have ever seen in my life!"

"So I vowed to dedicate my faith to Miss Paimon, and I organized contestants with the same aspirations. As long as the faith continues, one day Miss Paimon will come again!"

That attitude is almost a fanatical believer, Uncle Huzhu raised his hands, looked up at the sky and shouted:

"So come and join our Paimon community! Let's work together, and we will definitely see Miss Paimon's perfect face again!"

They even created a community!

What is this, fan support club? The little boy took a huge blow to hold back his smile, but the corners of his mouth couldn't be suppressed at all.

"Really? I don't believe it. Can you prove your piety?"

"How difficult is this!"

Faced with doubts about his beliefs, how could a fanatic be able to remain calm? Uncle Hu Zha's eyes burst into an extremely fanatical light, and he turned around and rushed into the cordon that separates the statue.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he hugged the statue excitedly and stuck out his tongue!

"Lelolelolololololo~~"

The little boy couldn't laugh immediately, he stepped back a step in fright, his eyes twitching.

"It's disgusting...he's a ruthless person!"

Suddenly, an older child wearing a black burqa with a hood covering his head came over and tugged at his sleeves.

...Master, those people are coming!"

The little boy was startled. Looking through the crowd, he saw a group of Salamanda guards rushing towards him, with extremely angry and distorted expressions!

"Bastard! It's you again! Miss Paimon's sculpture must not be desecrated by you!!!"

"This time we must put him in prison!"

"To do what I dreamed of in a fair and honest way...No, I will never tolerate it!"

Under the roar of the guards, Uncle Hu Zhu woke up instantly, and quickly threw a smoke bomb on the ground.

bang~

Like magic, the figure disappeared directly.

But there is still a gramophone playing repeatedly: "In order to make Miss Paimon reappear in the world, kiss the ground where the soles of Missy's shoes have stepped on! Come join our Paimon Community 823

There seemed to be substances that irritated the respiratory tract in the diffuse smoke, and the people onlookers were so stimulated that they coughed continuously. The little boy also covered his mouth and nose, squinted his eyes and muttered.

"Damn it, should I ask him for the character copyright fee......

"Too late master, Latine! Weser!"

Seeing that the guards had arrived, the older boy in black yelled twice in a low voice. Immediately, two adults in the same black robe appeared, and each picked them up one by one.

After a few shuttles, they disappeared into the crowd.

Sandora's elder brother, Mandela, personally led the guards to arrive, and used his gift to blow away all the smoke, and the phonograph was crushed by the wolf wolf.

"These guys are going too far! Let me catch them, they must be locked up for three months!"

The punishment for offending Roman was lifted at some point. He looked at Paimon's sculpture and thought for a while.

"Let's put an enchantment on it. There are always criminals who like to take action on public buildings! This time, it's okay. If I meet someone who likes to graffiti and leave their names, I'm afraid I can't help but arrest them together!"

After he gave the order, he shook his head in disappointment, the quality of these scum...

That's why Mandela didn't ask the sculptor to restore Paimon's appearance. If he did restore even one ten-thousandth of it, the fanatics would be even more radical. .