Demon King Evolution History

It's not just John Pluto Smith.

This old man is also a rare companion, one of his comrades-in-arms.

This is the moment of confirmation.

"But you have to remember the advice. It is enough to obstruct the ceremony. I can provide you with the means for this. Don't try to be brave. I am considering recruiting fighters of the same level as Smith. Although it is irresponsible, it is also possible. Everything is 'handed over' to the character's choice."

"An existence that rivals that man? How can such a superman be in this world?"

"Yes. But please come here for a slightly unfair 'negotiation'."

Jack's words were immediately denied.

"Even if the recruitment is agreed, it may not be able to act according to our requirements. Maybe there will be a new battle. Maybe as the price of defeating the enemy, the entire collapse of Los Angeles is possible. If Smith returns, we will not Use this double-edged sword."

"...What is this, those guys who look like fallen angels and demon kings."

For this thanks, Professor Benster smiled slightly.

"What you said now is really right. Well, indeed, they are the devil kings... Well, it's time to give you the trump card. Jack, give you the blessing of luck."

Lucky protection.

It should be the power that warlocks hate the most.

The power of luck accumulated over the years.

Blessings of goblins and spirits.

That power can remove malicious magic, curses, purify them.

The luck that a magician like him has stored up does help a lot.

"Use it when the ritual is in full swing. Is there any suitable container?"

The professor looked at his favorite desk.Stationery, books, and notes are scattered around.

"Container... used to put in the protection?"

"Yeah. Anything is fine. Items that have been used all the year round, masterpieces made by famous craftsmen, magic tools with hidden magic power...it's not like this, the power of luck can't be put in."

For this sentence, Jack suddenly thought.

"Maybe, this guy can do it?"

Open the business bag in your hand.

Take it out, the steel 'colored' gun

Seeing this, Professor Benster swallowed a breath.

"This gun...I thought it disappeared with Smith."

"What was left by that guy when he fought Anshela, I took it back."

A six-shot high-caliber pistol.

Steady steel 'color', thick and resolute appearance.

This is not from a certain manufacturer.

Forged for John Pluto Smith, the only magic gun in the world.

"If only I could use this guy too."

"Impossible. This gun is specially made for Smith by the dark elf blacksmith who lives in the Netherworld, who collects rare auk steel. No one can use it except him. However, it is just right as a protective container. "

Professor Benster took out the magic gun with a gesture of respect.

Slowly stroking the body of the gun, singing prayers.

"Pray that luck is with you, Jack. What you need now is luck that is better than anyone else!"

On the way back to the parking lot after leaving the laboratory, Jack met her.

"Long time no see, Jack. What's bothering you? Such a scary expression."

A rational voice spoke to this side, and Jack stopped. Although he couldn't talk leisurely, he couldn't ignore it.

"Well, Anne. So we haven't seen each other lately."

"That's because I went on a trip. Just came back yesterday."

Anne Charlton's expression remained unchanged as usual.

As a research assistant to Professor Benster, a white college student.

The burning red hair was cut short, impressive.Wearing a black 'female' suit.

"Traveling... that's great. Are you happy?"

"So-so. There are good things and bad things. Generally speaking, the positives and negatives are balanced. So, I'm not particularly happy."

To Jack who was chatting casually, Annie's words were very rigid.

An ice-type beauty similar to an ice statue.

Both rational, calm and composed.Rich in observation, intellectual and upbringing.