According to the human calendar, starting about six years ago, new generations of god-killers began to be born one after another.
First it was Alexander Gascoigne, the feared [Black Prince Alec], then the superhero who was born in the United States and walked in the darkness [Pluto], and then a year ago [The Sword]
King] Salbatre Tony, and finally [Prince of the Star Sea] Heather a month ago.
Each one of them is a weirdo with a unique personality. But the one who shines the most is...
"Pluto! It's Hades!"
The magicians were running around, screaming in terror, and there was no trace of their arrogance when they were torturing civilians for their own harm.
This is Los Angeles, and the flames are spreading deep down the alleys and have the potential to spread to the entire neighborhood.
The night in Los Angeles is not as beautiful and peaceful as Americans boast. In fact, once it enters the night, the dark alleys and even the streets are full of dangers.
A group of sorcerers who are preying on innocent passers-by think they can run rampant in Los Angeles with the power of darkness and their own magic, but they are wrong, and they are dead wrong.
Step, step, step...
The sound of metal boot soles and cement pavement was transmitted to the ears of all the magicians present.
A tall, strong figure appeared in the sea of fire, ignoring the flames that were enough to scorch the flesh, and walked out of the alley in a hurry, walking towards the group of warlocks who had temporarily lost the ability to move due to excessive fear.
Wearing a black iron mask that hides his appearance, a black cloak, a leather holster for holding firearms hanging on his waist, and long boots with iron nails on his feet.
Suddenly seeing this person's appearance, the magicians who were closer immediately let out screams and tried to crawl back on their hands and feet.
The leader of this group is a relatively well-known magician named Ansk. This man was once an outstanding magician in Northern Europe. He was expelled from the Nordic Magic Alliance a year ago because of many unauthorized blood sacrifices and living body research on civilians.
and was listed as a wanted criminal.
Ansker fled to the United States and quickly recruited a group of villains with his superb spell skills, and established a small magic society called "Bait", which has been traveling to various cities in the United States and wreaking cruelty.
Today, at this moment, in this prosperous city called Los Angeles, their evil deeds are finally coming to an end.
Ansker pointed at Pluto and shouted in a frantic tone: "I, I know you! You are the most ferocious and evil monster in human skin! The incarnation of disaster that can kill even noble gods!"
"As a magician, are you really okay with saying that? Well, I am indeed the Devil. You can call me John Pluto Smith."
Pluto's clothes were licked by the flames, but there were no burn marks at all. A majestic tenor sounded:
"The fire you started didn't even make me feel the slightest heat."
As long as you concentrate a little to improve your magic resistance, the magic flames burning around you can be eliminated in an instant. This is the privilege of being a God Killer E.
But Smith deliberately didn't do this.
The black devil standing in the flames can be described as a picturesque scene. John Pluto Smith has the obligation to give a dramatic performance, even if the audience is only these few dying magicians.
He stepped through the sea of flames step by step, and touched the holster with the firearm on his waist: "As a self-defense police officer who has done my best to maintain the peace and stability of Los Angeles, let me send you here to where you should go.
Bar."
As he spoke, Smith took out a pistol from his waist, which was a large-caliber six-shot revolver.
The guns were pointed at the warlocks who were sitting on the ground, and Pluto's voice sounded in their ears:
"This is a magic bullet that can annihilate even gods. It can only fire six times a month. It is a very expensive bullet. In addition, the opponent is neither a disobedient god nor a god-killing demon king, so I want to avoid abuse...
"
Katcha, pull the trigger.
"Ahhhh——!" Ansk and other magicians screamed out of excessive fear.
The magic bullet that could kill the gods was not fired from the muzzle of the gun. It was a blank bullet. However, the strong shock wave released from the muzzle hit all the magicians present.
As a special weapon tailor-made for him by the dark elf forger of the Netherworld, it can produce good power just by hitting the air. Of course, if the gods are used as opponents, it is just a useless additional function.
The shock wave from the muzzle shattered the hearts of all the magicians at the same time, and also blew away the blazing magic flames around them, thus extinguishing the fire.
But the shock wave continued to spread uncontrollably, and the sounds of shattering glass and screams were heard from the streets and houses from near to far.
In response, Smith just shrugged his shoulders. This was probably the so-called small sacrifice for victory.
John Pluto Smith, it is said that people who know him will call this masked hero "the gambler who only cares about the results". Whenever he performs charity vigilante activities, he will be accompanied by more or less sacrifices.
Americans fear him, worship him, and call him the one who walks on the earth - [Pluto].
"So, you blow all the breakables in the buildings within five blocks into dust?"
At Charlton House, the upright but sarcastic old butler Dennis stared at the person in front of him:
"Precision machines that usually don't break easily were also seriously damaged. All mobile phones and computers in the area were destroyed in an instant. It is truly a weapon from the fairy realm, my respected master."
In front of him was a red-haired girl who was about twenty-four years old. She was beautiful but full of aloof temperament. She was the kind of woman who never forgets to be calm no matter what difficulties she encounters, and is full of aristocratic taste.
Anne Charlton, the American Godslayer, John Pluto Smith is her cross-dressing male identity.
In the early days of cross-dressing, when asked about his name, he would answer "John Smith" or "John Doe" with pseudonyms that could be used even for unidentified corpses.
After learning about his legend, the citizens who saw his shadow gave him the name "Pluto".
Thus John Pluto Smith was born.
All magicians fear him. People fear him and worship him.
Her initial power is also very extraordinary. It was usurped from the Aztec demon god [Tezcatlipoca], and its name is [Meta Morpho Seth].
Tezcatlipoca, also known as the Smoke Mirror, is one of the most important gods in Aztec mythology. He rules over the first sun in Aztec mythology and legend. He is the supreme divine power and the manipulator of human destiny.
He represents the hurricane, the night wind, the night sky, the land, the north, the occult, beauty, leadership, war, quarrels, all interpersonal conflicts, as well as obsidian and divination.
The power taken from the smoke mirror gives her the powerful ability to transform into various postures, which is enough to deal with any enemy and any battle situation. Its diversity and versatility are self-evident.
Regarding the serious report from her old housekeeper, Anne just nodded:
"Smith did go too far. Although I think it was a necessary price for victory, I will tell him not to forget to have as little impact on citizens' lives as possible."
"My master, you said you were conveying something to Smith, aren't you yourself Smith?"
"That's true." When the most fundamental fact was pointed out, Anne still said as if it had nothing to do with her:
"But it is true that his philosophy of action and ethics are completely different from mine. There are many things that I can agree with, and there are many things that I can't agree with. As expected, it is more appropriate to distinguish him from Anne Charlton. I believe Smith
You will definitely agree with my opinion."
The old housekeeper casually agreed with "haha" and then shut up. This exchange has been repeated many times in the past few years, but the old housekeeper still can't understand what Anne and Smith meant.
"By the way, Master, someone sent this letter." The old housekeeper handed over an envelope.
"Is there someone? Who?" Annie took the envelope casually.
"I don't know, the letter just appeared on the table in the living room. The door was not knocked, and there were no footprints on the floor or blanket. It was like a gust of wind blew through the house and brought the letter with it."
The old housekeeper's expression was serious: "You'd better take a look."
Anne turned over the envelope and saw the printed English written on the envelope as if printed on a typewriter——
[Yours sincerely, Anne Charlton and John Pluto Smith.]