The Holy Right of a Comic

The Dragon Witch burst into tears, and she stuttered and wept, "... Lord, please save me, Lord, please let me hear your voice again!" Ding.

Chapter 331: The Return of the Creator Mother

"Lord, have mercy on me!"

The Dragon Witch threw herself into Roy's arms and wept bitterly. I felt pity for her miserable appearance.

"Cry, cry, just cry out all the grievances."

Roy gently stroked the witch's smooth back as if he was coaxing a little girl.

Under his soft words, the witch's crying gradually became quieter, and she fell asleep peacefully in Roy's arms.

"Let her go, Martha, she is just a poor child, and the hatred and anger in her heart are also feelings that were forcibly given by others."

"Yes, my lord!"

Mirtha loosened the hands that bound the Dragon Witch, and after the bondage was removed, the Witch subconsciously hugged Roy's waist even though she was asleep.

She curled her delicate body into Roy's arms like a squirrel.

"Rest here today, and tomorrow we will go to the Roman capital." "Nine Sixty"

Roy sat on the ground, and the dusty earth couldn't get close to him, so it was still spotless.

He held in his arms a girl who looked exactly like Joan of Arc, but had a more sinister sense of charm, and there was a faintly seductive fragrance in his mouth and nose.

"My lord, what do you want for dinner tonight?"

As the chef, Amakusa Shiro directly found firewood to start a fire on the spot, and asked Roy.

Here are the ruins of the castle, a desolate place.

However, the saints and saints are all close to ascetic monks, and they can adapt to any external environment no matter what.

Not to mention that they are still by the Lord's side, so they won't have any complaints.

After thinking for a while, Roy smiled and said, "...the flying dragons outside are the best ingredients. The meat quality of flying dragons is more delicious than many poultry."

As soon as he finished speaking, George and Mirtha stood up, one gentle and the other cheerfully said: "...then please wait a moment, my lord!"

The two Christian saints, who were enemies of the dragon, quickly left the ruined castle, and it didn't take long before they heard a burst of flying dogs jumping outside.

As fantasy species, the meat of these sub-dragon races is tender, and the soup made from the bones tastes delicious. After a hearty dinner, they huddle around the fire and rest with their eyes closed.

Roy and the others didn't need to sleep or eat, but during the days when they walked on this land, their behavior was no different from that of ordinary humans.

Just like this, the night passed, and when the sun still rose the next day, the Dragon Witch also woke up from her lethargy.

She has never had such peace of mind like this moment, never has she been able to forget revenge like this moment, there is no anger, no hatred in her heart, only peace of mind.

This made the witch a little reluctant to leave that warm embrace. Under the warm sun, she moaned lazily, and slowly opened those beautiful golden eyes.

"woke up?"

Roy looked down at the witch who was still lying in her arms, with arms around her soft and slender waist.

The witch's golden pupils stared blankly at Roy for a while, and then she suddenly realized that she quickly pushed hard and jumped out of Roy's arms.

In an instant, her pale cheeks were dyed as crimson as a burning cloud, and the Dragon Witch was muttering there. She didn't dare to look at Roy again, and said shyly:

"...I, I didn't intend to blaspheme the Lord on purpose! This is because you wanted to hug me voluntarily, and it has nothing to do with me!"

The flustered Dragon Witch didn't know what she was talking about. After she finished speaking, she felt that something was wrong with her words. She was evading responsibility and blaming Roy for everything.

Immediately, the witch's face was crying again, she looked like an angry little daughter-in-law.

If it's a normal man holding a woman all night, people will only think that it's the man taking advantage.

If it was really a man who dared to hold her like this, it is estimated that the first thing the witch would do after regaining consciousness would be to burn her to ashes with a flame.

But as a believer, when she contacts the god she believes in as a believer, she will think it is her own blasphemy, and she has taken advantage of it.

As Roy said, since the Dragon Witch is a false thing created with Joan as a meme, she must have piety.

It's like the witch clamored that the Lord would not pay attention to her before, so she wanted to pour out her anger.

From another point of view, the meaning of that sentence is more like she is secretly expecting the Lord to give her revelation just like facing the real Joan of Arc.

Seeing a few people, she was silent, and the witch was even more shy. She stared at her beautifully, showing a wicked and maniacal smile, and said angrily to Jeanne: "...are you laughing at me?"

"Huh? I, I didn't laugh at you."

Joan of Arc panicked, and said innocently and aggrieved.

"Hmph, laugh at me as much as you want, I'm just a fake anyway."

The Dragon Witch said with some self-defeating, the reason why she yelled at Joan of Arc was only because Joan of Arc was the one she was most familiar with here......

It's like many people are submissive in front of outsiders, but they can punch hard in front of their own relatives. That just describes the weakness of the witch's heart.

"There are no fakes. When you come alive as a life, you have your own reality. If no one recognizes you, then I will recognize you."

"...Don't give up on yourself, you are not Joan of Arc, so you don't have to learn from her, and you don't have to compare with her, you just need to be yourself."

"Well, but you and Joan of Arc look the same. It's not very good to call you a witch, and it's not right to call you Joan of Arc, so I'll call you Hei Zhen."

Roy said casually, and under Roy's gentle words, the black Joan of Arc lowered her head, like a child who made a mistake, or like a little girl who just fell in love and was easily shy, faltering.

"My lord, what about these flying dragons in Gaul?"

asked St. George now.

Roy looked at the witch and said, "...Hei Zhen, you made these flying dragons, and they belong to your familiars. Let them go."

"...When there are no flying dragons in Gaul, those Gauls who left will come back here."

The Dragon Witch seemed to say "I see" reluctantly, but the action of disabling her ability was very fast.

In the sound of chirping, those flying dragons lost their shapes and turned into pure magic power floating in the atmosphere.

"Next we are going to the Roman capital, do you want to come with us?"

Roy invited with a smile on his face.

"Since you have said so, Lord, of course I can only obey your order."

There was a happy expression on the witch's face, and it was obvious that what she said was a lie.

Roy shook his head. This witch is really arrogant, and she is really easy to deceive. After a few words, she becomes so obedient.

Just when everyone was about to hit the road, Roy stopped and looked in one direction.

The others also stopped, sensing something, looked at Roy and said, "...my lord?"

"It's nothing, let's go, it's just that the mother god of the Sumerian civilization returned to this land following the principle of return."

Roy said with a smile.

...

In the Persian Gulf thousands of kilometers away from the Gaul region, the void split open, and a certain huge human form was descending from the imaginary space.

And what accompanied her was that clear and sweet singing——

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa———————".

Chapter 332: Tiamat, Mother Goddess of Creation

It was a woman with a beautiful and gentle appearance. She had beautiful long blue hair, which was scattered over the sea and swayed with the breeze.

And at her temples, her hair was even tied into two double ponytail braids, which added a bit of girlish naughtiness to this woman's mature temptation.

She was wearing a very revealing black singlet, with white vertical stripes, plump thighs, a flat belly with no fat, and a deep ravine were all exposed, and her skin was white and smooth.

Both her hands and hands were bound, a pair of slender arms were tied around her heart as if praying, and her two jade hands were clasped.

The straight long legs are bound by iron chains, like a praying girl, that sad posture makes people feel love from the bottom of their hearts.

The huge dragon horns are winding, the delicate and gentle face seems to have deep maternal love, and there is a lovely cross in the pair of red pupils.

No matter how you look at it, this is a beautiful, addictive, indescribable age, a perfect woman who is both young and mature.

This is true, but she is too big, yes, too big.

That is really big, its figure is estimated to reach a kilometer, floating on the Persian Gulf, and from her throat is also calling out a beautiful singing voice that is fascinating.

But what appeared along with that singing sound were surging winds and huge waves. 29

It is the original monster, Tiamat, the mother goddess of creation!

"boom--------"

The Persian Gulf seemed to have experienced a major earthquake, and the sea set off huge waves amid the singing of Tiamat.

After the huge waves ran for dozens of kilometers, the remaining power remained undiminished. They bombarded the shore, shattered the reefs, made the earth tremble, and made Uruk's sentry tower in the Persian Gulf crumble.

"aaaaaaaaaaaa————"

The singing continued, and a dark red mud nest appeared from under Tiamat's feet.

It was like the blood of a woman, dyeing the ocean red, making the ocean deeper, and spreading at a uniform speed with Tiamat as the center.

If a modern person collects and examines this mud tide, he will be shocked to find that the mud tide actually contains the most basic DNA structure of all known and unknown life in the world.

It was as if all life in the world was born from that mud tide, and it was the product of the countless arrangements and combinations of dna in that mud tide.

That is the original instinct, the ocean that breeds life, and the tree of life that records all the information of living beings.

In the eyes of magicians, the mud tide is even more terrifying, because after it infects the ocean, the entire ocean is turned into magic power, allowing Tiamat to manipulate planetary-level magic power sources.

"What it is???"

"Quick, report everything that happened here to King Gilgamesh!"

"Wang has already left an information transmission device here, quickly activate it!"

"..."

The soldiers on the sentry tower on the Persian Gulf in Uruk uttered fearful sounds after seeing the terrifying beast.

They quickly opened the device reserved by Gilgamesh, and sent everything that happened here and the image of Tiamat back to Uruk.

In the royal palace of Uruk, Gilgamesh summoned all the Chaldeans.

During this period of time, Chaldea has been living in Uruk, either running errands for the king, or going to the front line to resist the monsters. He is extremely busy.

However, there is not much danger in Uruk as a whole. Although there are many monsters, the overall strength is not strong.

After Gilgamesh opened Babylon's treasury to support the frontline war, the people of Uruk easily blocked the wave of monsters.

Compared to the Heterobelt that I experienced in the past, this place is not easy at all.

In particular, all the Chaldean masters are here. They have been tempered in the past, and they have long been united and united. Apart from frequent battles here, they are not dangerous at all.

But who would have thought that Gilgamesh suddenly summoned them all back to the palace.

"I won't say much if it's superfluous, just take a look at this. This is the message from the post on the coast."

Gilgamesh was sitting on the throne. He glanced at Siduri. Siduri and the king had a good understanding for a long time. She gently took out a pair of slates and showed them to everyone.

"Is this... a beast?"

Although everyone in Chaldea had seen many beasts, they were still in a commotion after seeing a new beast.

It is precisely because they know the horror of beasts that they have such nervous emotions. It is not a monster that humans can defeat at all.

Especially for the perfect beast, it is almost an enemy of the planet.

Even the so-called crown-ranked seven knights have no power to fight back against a full-bodied beast, and at most they can resist longer than other heroic spirits.

"beastii, the catastrophe of human history following the principle of return, is just like all the beasts we have seen before, she is such an unreasonable monster!"

"...The only difference from the beasts we encountered in the past is that the beasts we encountered in the past were all born under the ritual of that god, from infancy to full body."

"But the beast in front of me is different. She has been a perfect body from the beginning, and she was not born because of a ceremony. She has existed since ancient times, and now she is just 'returning' again!"

Roman, who already possessed the power and knowledge of King Solomon, but operated with a human consciousness, took Gilgamesh's words.

The King of Gold sitting at the top nodded, "...my clairvoyance has already seen the return of the Mother of Creation."

"But clairvoyance is of little use to these gods in the Age of Gods. This king can only see her return, but he can't see when it will return. That's why I asked you to set up an outpost at the bay before."

"...The waste king over there, my eyes can only see the future, but not the past. What happened among the Sumerian gods back then, even this king didn't know. Now it's up to you Let's explain!"