A person in Tokyo becomes a demon god

Chapter 221 Welcome to the Mythical Age
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A figure flashed,
A birdman holding an 'invitation' appeared in the sky above a forest.

"Ladies and gentlemen, can you see this?"

【no problem! 】

The signal is very clear.

Is this another world? I wish I could step into it too.

[Don't be ridiculous, do you think this other world is a tourist destination?]

A barrage of comments flooded the live stream chat, with many including the date, time, and address, proving that they were watching in real time.

Meanwhile, network engineers from various countries were also working hard to analyze the source of the signal. They then discovered that the signal originated from the book "The Song of the Nibelungs" from various countries, and they looked at each other in bewilderment: should they go into the book to continue tracing the live broadcast signal?

It can't be done!

"Okay, I am now in a forest."

Holding the live streaming equipment, "News King" adjusted the equipment while starting to broadcast the surrounding environment live.

Blue sky, white clouds, mountains and forests—it looks like an ordinary forest: apart from the exceptionally tall plants, there seems to be no difference.
【later!】

【later!】

【careful! 】

Just then, a barrage of notification messages flooded the live stream chat.

"Ok?"

The puzzled 'News King' turned his head and saw a giant beak, wide open to its limit, biting at him.

scare--

Click!

As its jaws snapped shut, it ripped out a few bird feathers.

"Wow—!"

With a disgruntled screech, the attacker flapped its wings and chased after the 'News King' that had suddenly fled.

What kind of monster is this?

[With an eagle-like head, a lion-like hindquarters, and wings covered in golden feathers, this is a griffin!]

[Everyone can recognize it as a griffin, but the key question is: can the news king escape?]

[Keep it up, big brother who's live streaming!]

That's right, the creature that suddenly attacked 'News King' from behind was a monster that was three meters long and had a wingspan of eight meters: this monster was covered with golden feathers, had the head of an eagle and the body of a lion, and was a frequent guest in Western European mythology: the griffin, which is said to have pulled the chariots of gods such as Zeus and Apollo.

At the same time, they also frequently appear in the stories of heroes: as villains who are slain.

Why is he the villain?

Because griffins can live for hundreds of years, and their nests often contain jewels, well...
It became the seed money for great heroes.

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Two figures sped across the sky at high speed.

Unfortunately, the 'King of News' has far from being a hero.

Still shaken, it was chased by the other side and desperately flapped its wings in the sky. Fortunately:
"Haha, everyone."

News King continued his live broadcast while flying.

“A mythical griffin is chasing me, but I’m not worried at all.”

"Because I fly faster than him."

【.】

[Mr. News King, do you know your direction?]

I looked at it frame by frame, and there were no signs of human activity in the surrounding area. Where is that rose garden?

?

This is indeed a problem.

The 'News King' paused during his flight.

He came to livestream the 'Rose Garden Competition', but was teleported to the wilderness of this 'other world' with a griffin chasing after him. He didn't have time to find the Rose Garden's whereabouts; he couldn't just fly around aimlessly, could he?

[Your Excellency, at your three o'clock position, there is a river.]

Please fly in the direction the river is flowing; you will most likely encounter a human settlement.

The live stream featured numerous "genuine experts" who immediately offered a solution: Ancient human cities were almost always built alongside rivers. Every major city had one, or even several, rivers flowing through it.

These rivers play a vital role in providing drinking water, irrigation, bathing, and even moats; without water, it would be difficult for humans to survive.

Therefore, you are likely to encounter human villages and towns along the river.

"Yes,"

After flying for half an hour, News King indeed spotted a village enclosed by a log fence.

Thick logs were driven into the ground, forming a thick and tall wall. Inside the wall were rows of wooden houses, and you could see many ordinary people wearing simple linen shirts, with brown hair and carrying farm tools.

"It looks like typical Western Europe—oh dear!"

A beam of light shot up from outside the village and struck 'News King' squarely, causing him to plummet like a bird with broken wings.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"I hit it!"

"We can eat meat today!"

Soon, several boys armed with bows and arrows came running, and what greeted them was:
"Who shot the arrow?!"

The 'News King' pulled the arrow from his shoulder and stood up, his anger blazing.

Even a news anchor has his pride, even if it means losing face in front of billions of people.

???

"Hey, it's a person."

"But I clearly shot a bird!"

"Be careful, it could be a spirit or a druid."

The boys stopped in their tracks, their bows half-drawn, arrows already nocked.

"etc,"

Not wanting to be shot a second time, the news anchor immediately raised his hand to stop him.

“I’m going to participate in the ‘Rose Garden Competition,’ not some monster. Do you know what a Rose Garden is?”

"Know,"

The leading boy nodded slightly.
However, the questioning gaze remained fixed on 'News King'. "That's the grand competition that decides the throne of this country; only heroes and champions participate. You..."

What skill does he have to be able to shoot down someone with a single arrow?
The boy was wearing a leather armor with iron plates embedded in his vital areas, which is called inlaid armor.

He is clearly a family heir with some status in this village or town.

"Cough cough cough,"

After muttering, "Kids from another world are so rude," News King had no choice but to offer a forced explanation.

"I'm a reporter, someone who broadcasts battles live. A bard? Do you understand?"

"Oh~~"

The boys suddenly realized,
So he was a bard, that's not surprising, that's not surprising at all.

"Excuse me, sir, we thought a bird had flown by."

The boy wearing leather armor
He raised his hand and pointed to the other side of the village.

"If you want to go to the rose garden, just follow that road over there."

"Thank you,"

With arms outstretched, ready to take flight; News King's gaze fell on these teenagers, and then he decided: it's safer to walk.

【Huh?】

[Your Excellency, Mr. News, you actually understand foreign languages?]

What language are these children speaking?

[It sounds somewhat like German, but not quite?]

[It is clearly Old German.]

[The news anchor actually knows Old German! That's amazing!]

The comments section was filled with bewilderment, because they couldn't understand what the kids were saying at all: Wait, something's not right! How could they understand what the news king was saying?

"This is the 'language-savvy' ability that comes with the 'invitation' itself,"

Noticing the confusion in the comments, the "News King" chose to walk around to explain to billions of people in "another world".

"Those who receive the invitation will be able to understand the meaning of the conversation with each other, regardless of who they are talking to."

The so-called 'language proficiency' is actually just a temporary 'whisper fruit' ability.

This ability allows people to communicate across species: in a sense, it's a weaker version of 'Sea King': in the world of One Piece, the advantage of being able to communicate with Sea Kings is unimaginable.

Of course, it could also be swallowed whole by a sea king: what are these two-legged creatures saying in their gibberish?

【Amazing! 】

With this, there's no need to learn a foreign language.

[Wow, this is amazing! Just the invitation has this effect. I'm even more interested in my upcoming journey to another world.]

[As expected of another world, treasures are everywhere.]

The live chat was filled with praise, but what experts from various countries noticed was:

"The wall is four meters high and is entirely made of round logs with a diameter of fifty centimeters; structurally, it is inserted directly into the ground, requiring the assistance of engineering vehicles."

Alternatively, they could erect massive scaffolding: but given the level of civilization in this village, they likely lack such technology.

"So, you mean it was built entirely by manpower?"

"And that arrow that just hit 'News King,' although 'News King' was careless to some extent, the arrow's flight speed reached an astonishing 230 meters per second, and the kinetic energy it carried far exceeded that of an ordinary rifle bullet."

Otherwise, with the strength of the 'King of News', how could he have been shot down so easily?
When it comes to combat, News King is indeed not good at it; but his physique is what it is, and not just any attack can break through his defenses.

"If a teenager can unleash such a terrifying attack, how powerful must an adult soldier be?"

The dignitaries from various countries who witnessed all of this felt a strong sense of crisis.

This world's fighting power can be seen in small details:
I'm afraid it's not that simple.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"How dare you kill my horse?!"

Several hilltops away, a bandit wearing chainmail, both surprised and furious, waved his hand.

"Fuck me!"

Upon hearing this, a group of bandits immediately brandished their machetes and pounced on them.

Compared to a regular army, they could only be described as a rabble, but they were covered in blood and were clearly skilled killers.

Moreover, during their charge, these bandits exuded a savage ferocity and a contempt for life: a contempt for the lives of their enemies, as well as a contempt for their own.

Attack without defending, and advance relentlessly!

"Good momentum, but unfortunately—"

Insufficient strength.

Faced with the whistling, cleaving blade, Machii Isao swung his own blade to meet it.

Despite the fact that his opponents were all wielding heavy machetes while he held a thin samurai sword, the bandits' weapons shattered upon impact.

The shattered steel fragments, carrying immense force, hurtled back towards the bandits with a piercing whistle. Several trees, as thick as bowls, that were relatively close to the roadside were directly split and felled by the spinning fragments, as if heavy artillery had struck.

These bandits were naturally cut to pieces by the flying fragments, leaving them bloodied and in a gruesome state.

Ok?
Even so, apart from those whose throats, hearts, and eyes had been directly cut, several bandits behind them, though wounded, survived. With a roar, their muscles twitched as they charged again, determined to fight to the death.

Pfft

The next moment, their heads shot into the air.

Such a physique would be considered outstanding even in the E-level.

Machii Isao's gaze swept over the twitching muscles and gushing blood from their necks, the corpses that continued to lunge at him by sheer momentum, and he analyzed the situation in secret.

If his daughter encountered this band of bandits, she would likely be injured.
brush----

A silver light suddenly caught Machii Isao's eyes.

That was when the bandit leader who had fallen behind made his move: he also used a large cleaver and attacked Machii Isao with the force of a sweeping attack!
Between the two,
And the corpses of those beheaded bandits!

Wherever the silver light touched, the bodies of several headless bandits were silently torn apart; as the broadsword swept past, their muscular bodies flew out in two as if made of paper, unable to even slightly stop the oncoming broadsword. The power of this strike was truly terrifying.
Clang!

He raised his katana and blocked the bandit leader's large cleaver.

This exchange between the two seemed unremarkable at first glance, but in an extremely short time, they crushed, rubbed, and slashed at each other with incredible speed and frequency. Strength, killing intent, and the techniques of killing were all clashed, torn, and contested through the two blades!

After the first attempt,
The figures suddenly separated, and the bandit leader's massive body staggered back several steps.

Each step he took left a deep footprint amidst the violent tremors of the ground.

A noticeable nick had appeared on the heavy broadsword in his hand, which made the bandit leader's face extremely ugly.

Conversely, the 'cold and beautiful' Machii Isao, who swayed slightly in place, revealed an excited smile.

"A mere bandit has actually reached the threshold of 'cutting iron'?"

This world is indeed teeming with powerful individuals!
(End of this chapter)