A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

"He most likely found us because of these teeth."

"Then why didn't he come and get the history book himself?" the old man pressed. "Since he knew where the fortress was and was capable of it, why bother going through all that trouble to disguise himself as Westwood and follow us?"

"Because he can't take it."

Qianyu stared at the thick, glowing book on the base.

"I suspect he's been in this hall before."

"But the Holy Lord later discovered that although he had found the history books, he could only look at them and not touch them."

"why?"

"Because Xiaoyu and I tore up the history book, the laws are incomplete. Until those fragments are found and repaired, no one can write even a single word on it."

Although that's the explanation on the surface, Qianyu actually had another trick up her sleeve. The reason why the Holy Lord couldn't use the history books was probably because the history books here were fake, and the real history books were elsewhere.

But following Qianyu's logic, Xiaoyu, whose shoulders had been restrained, suddenly spoke up.

"I see!"

"Brother Qianyu, the crucial item that the Holy Lord is missing is that fragment of history book you have, right? He's with us because he needs the missing pages to complete it!"

Looking at Xiaoyu's expression, which seemed to be seeking praise, Qianyu was momentarily at a loss for words to respond to this extraordinary composure.

Before he could even speak.

With a slight exertion of force from the Holy Lord's wrist, Xiao Yu let out a painful groan and was forced to tilt her neck back.

“Clever human boy, you guessed perfectly.”

"Unfortunately, there's no prize for guessing correctly."

Qianyu looked back at him.

"So you disguised yourself as Ximu to sneak in here so I could bring the torn pages here."

"I would prefer you to hand it over voluntarily."

The Lord spoke as if he were discussing the weather.

"But you don't seem to be cooperating."

Seeing that Qianyu had seen through everything, the Holy Lord simply stopped pretending.

"Since you've put it this way, I'm not going to play house with you insects anymore."

"Kazama Chiba, throw all those fragments of history books and my teeth at me! Otherwise, I'll make this little girl bleed to death right now!"

The Holy Lord tightened his grip on Xiaoyu's shoulder again, causing Xiaoyu to wince in pain.

You have three seconds to consider.

"Don't give it to him, Qianyu-ge!"

Even though Xiaoyu was in so much pain that tears were welling up in her eyes, she still screamed at the top of her lungs.

"I'm fine, but we can't give that thing to the Holy Lord. If we do, the world is doomed!"

"Shut up, little girl."

The Holy Lord's claws dug in a little deeper, and Xiao Yu groaned in pain, but bit her lip and didn't cry out again.

Jackie Chan took a step forward, and his father's hand was already touching the pig talisman.

The air pressure in the hall was rising rapidly.

Qianyu looked at Xiaoyu, then at the Holy Lord, and then did something that no one expected.

He threw the torn pages and dragon teeth at the Holy Lord like trash.

Two things fell on the white ground at the feet of the Lord.

"Brother Qianyu, are you crazy!" Xiaoyu couldn't understand Qianyu's actions at all.

Even the Holy Lord himself was stunned; all the threats, intimidation, and bargaining lines he had prepared were stuck in his throat.

He originally thought the stalemate would last at least half an hour, and was even prepared to actually fight.

The other side didn't even glance at it and just threw it away.

Of course, Qianyu wasn't crazy.

He had long suspected that this book of history was a trap, and was just worried that no one would test it. Since the Holy Lord was eager to be the guinea pig, he was naturally more than happy to do so.

"You just gave it to me like that?"

"Didn't you want it?"

Qianyu shrugged. "Then take it."

The Holy Lord stared at him for five seconds, trying to read any trace of a trap from that calm face.

But Qianyu's expression was as blank as a white wall, as if there was nothing there, as if that tattered page and that row of dragon teeth were really not worth mentioning to him.

In the end, the Holy Lord chose to believe his own greed, bent down to pick up the dragon tooth, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then his lips moved rapidly, and a string of incantations burst out from between his teeth.

Then the dragon tooth transformed into a stream of light and merged into the body.

With a muffled bang, Ximu's gray-blue body exploded from the inside like an overinflated balloon, turning into a cloud of black smoke.

The black mist twisted violently in mid-air, like a swirling mass of ink, before beginning to reform.

First the spine, then the ribs, and then the limbs.

Subsequently, the Fire Demon Lord descended in his true form.

Chapter 200 This is the first time Chiba has faced two monsters.

Seeing this scene confirmed Qianyu's previous guess.

The so-called Ximu does not exist in this other world at all; it is merely a temporary disguise used by the Holy Lord to deceive people.

"Roar--!"

Having regained his true form, the Holy Lord raised his long neck and let out a deafening roar.

Hahahaha!

He opened his arms, greedily savoring the taste of resurrection; every muscle in his body seemed to be proving to him that he was alive again.

The Holy Lord lowered his head, his golden vertical pupils filled with a mad light.

"Last time I failed, but this time, no one can stop me!"

He bent down and picked up the torn pages from the ground, then walked towards the historical records on the base.

As the tattered pages approach the pages of history, their radiance increases.

"It really is genuine."

The Holy Lord licked his lips, his golden vertical pupils reflecting the floating ancient book.

He walked step by step toward the base, his other claw still gripping Xiaoyu tightly.

At this moment, Qianyu spoke to the huge figure from behind.

"Holy Lord, I have a question for you."

The Holy Lord paused for a moment, but did not turn around.

Seeing this, Qianyu seized the opportunity to extract information.

"Since you've already touched the Book of History, why did the revised history turn out like this?"

The Holy Lord snorted coldly and slapped his thick tail irritably on the ground.

That's because I was careless at the time.

"Something, using despicable means, forcibly interfered with my vision! Making me believe that what I was writing was the correct history of letting demons rule the earth!"

"But it's all completely wrong! That's not the world I want! It's a crazy world!"

Qianyu asked curiously, "What could distort your perception?"

"have no idea."

"But it doesn't matter anymore. This time, I'm fully prepared. No one, no force in this world can stop me from rewriting history!"

The Holy Lord took the final step and stood directly in front of the pedestal, his claws raised high with a morbid fanaticism.

"Now, I am the ultimate winner!"

The moment the tattered page was pasted onto the cover, a burst of golden light erupted, causing everyone to instinctively close their eyes.

Qianyu took a step back.

It's not because the light is too bright.

It's because the color of that golden light is changing.

From gold to white, from white to gray, from gray to black.

The entire history book seemed to have been soaked in ink, stained from the inside out with a thick layer of black.

"His-"

It was like a giant human skin being torn apart.

The seemingly sacred and ancient history book was instantly distorted and alienated in the dark purple light.

Countless thick, black, viscous tentacles covered with tiny suction cups surged out directly from the torn parchment pages.

These tentacles range in diameter from as thick as a finger to as thick as an arm. They writhe and grope in the air as if they were alive, and then precisely wrap around the nearest target.

The Lord's laughter stopped abruptly. Before he could even retreat, more than a dozen tentacles simultaneously wrapped around his limbs and neck.

Those black things tightened more and more like iron hoops.

"What is this thing?! Get out of my way!"

The Holy Lord was horrified, and violent crimson flames erupted from his body, attempting to burn away these disgusting things.

But a layer of slippery mucus seeped from the surface of those tentacles, instantly extinguishing the flames.