Zongman: The post-2D era

Shokuhou raised a sarcastic smile and said leisurely, "Humph, these guys are really good at turning the tables. Master Fengfeng is an alien evil god, why should he care about these ungrateful people?"

After saying that, she deliberately emphasized the words "evil god from another world", as if she wanted to arouse Feng Feng's resistance.

The red light in the glass bottle seemed to have found a resonance, and the cardinal's soul laughed wildly in it. The laughter was eerie and terrifying, echoing in the woods, making people feel cold.

Kamiya Kaori's face was gloomy and uncertain. She pursed her lips tightly, and her ears continued to hear curses coming from the victims' camp downstream of the river. Those dirty words were like sharp blades, cutting her heart again and again.

There was a flash of anger in her eyes, but she held it back. Her clenched fists revealed her inner rage and resentment.

Shokuhou noticed that Fengfeng didn't care about the title of "evil god from another world" and had even begun to study the faint red light of the cardinal's soul.

He peeled off the skin of the golden roasted wild boar with force. The red light danced on the slices of meat, as if carrying some strange magic.

Feng Feng smiled faintly and said, "My temper is not good enough to be tolerant to everyone."

At this time, Kanzaki Kaori listened attentively. The quarrels in the camp of the victims downstream of the river became more and more intense, mixed with anger and despair.

Suddenly, a thin figure staggered through the woods. It was the poisoned little boy. His face was pale, his lips were purple, and his eyes were full of fear and help. He stumbled towards them, and there seemed to be a few shadows of wild beasts following behind him.

"Please save me, even if I have to sell my soul to the devil, I don't want my mother to hear my death speech on my birthday!"

Shokuho's eyes moved back and forth between Fengfeng and the little boy. She raised her eyebrows and asked softly, "Master Fengfeng, do you really not care about the title of 'Evil God from Another World'?"

Feng Feng's hand gently stroked the glass bottle, and the red light seemed to dance on his fingertips. He chuckled, his eyes deep: "To some extent, I do come from another world."

Kamiya Kaoru's hands unconsciously tightened around the hilt of the sword at her waist, her eyes fixed on Feng Feng, her brows full of vigilance and scrutiny.

The poisoned little boy, his face as pale as paper and his lips frighteningly purple, stumbled towards them, and every step seemed to exhaust all his strength.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair, and he cried out, "Save me, I don't want to die..."

Before he could finish his words, his body swayed and he almost fell down. There seemed to be a faint roar of a wild beast behind him, and there was danger everywhere.

Chapter 892: Three Sects Welcome

Saturday, December 10

The story that Feng Feng's plane crashed into a deserted island and saved a little boy on the island spread to Tokiwadai Girls' School.

The students discuss whether Feng Feng, the incarnation of the Lord, is omniscient and omnipotent, while Shirai warns Misaka Mikoto that the three princesses of England may have dirty thoughts about Feng Feng.

The student union presidents, principals and others in other schools are still arguing over interests. Most of them hope that Fengfeng and the princess will marry so that they can gain access to the British market and benefits.

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator and Morning Light Yui were staring at Academy City on the surveillance screen.

Protecting Index who was arguing with Kamijou on the surveillance screen and eating, drinking and sleeping excessively every day.

As the plane announced "arrived at the airport," Shokuhou rubbed her eyes and looked out the window.

Kanzaki Kaori also rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked dazedly, "Are we there yet? It feels like we've only been sitting there for a while."

Feng Feng smiled gently, picked up his backpack, stood up, and glanced out the window at the three red carpet welcoming passages at the airport.

Shokuhou asked Fengfeng: "You, the evil god from another world, don't care about your own name, but your religious beliefs are very strict about heresy!"

Feng Feng sneered: "To some extent, I am indeed from another world, but this world is indeed created by me."

Kamiya Kaori subconsciously placed his hand on the Seven Heavens Seven Swords, and the poisoned little boy followed him silently with his face as pale as paper.

The cabin door slowly opened, and a gust of cool air rushed into the cabin. Feng Feng and his four companions filed out and stepped onto the straight red carpet.

The red carpet is like three gorgeous ribbons, pointing in three directions. In the distance, three teams are ready, waiting for their arrival.

The Knights wore gorgeous armor, held long swords, and looked majestic; the Puritans wore plain robes, held Bibles, and looked solemn; the Kingdomists wore complicated clothes, embellished with pearls and jade, showing their aristocratic style.

They each took a few steps forward and loudly announced their factions and names. Their voices echoed in the empty airport with respect and expectation, as if adding a strong touch to the ending of this unexpected plane crash.

Feng Feng tilted his head slightly, and Kamiya Kaoru's voice was low and clear, introducing the core members of the three major factions and the power structure behind them one by one.

Suddenly, several rapid and scattered gunshots were heard outside the airport, breaking the originally solemn yet peaceful atmosphere.

Shokuhou Misaki raised her eyebrows, a sarcastic smile appeared on her lips, she closed her eyes and concentrated, instantly reading the chaotic thoughts around her:

"Oh, some people can't hold back anymore. They don't seem to be happy to see Fengfeng and the UK have any form of cooperation."

There was a hint of amusement in her eyes, as if this sudden storm was just a spice in her boring life.

Feng Feng's eyes were as sharp as torches, piercing through the crowd and fixed on the knights who were walking quickly towards him. Their armor gleamed brightly in the sun, and every step they took was with unquestionable firmness.

The Puritans and the Kingdomists unconsciously slowed down their pace, as if even the air had frozen because of this sudden change.

Shokuhou Misaki's lips curled up slightly, her eyes full of teasing. She opened her red lips slightly, and there was a barely perceptible chill in her voice:

"It seems that someone wants to use the sword of Kamijou Kaori to subtly lure you into the territory of the Knights, and even plans to arrange an 'accidental' meeting with the princess. This drama is quite well planned."

After saying this, she smiled gently, as if everything was under control.

Feng Feng stared at the uncle knight from the Knight Faction who was rushing over. The knight's face changed drastically. The welcoming staff from the Puritan Faction and the Kingdom Faction showed surprise on their faces, and then looked at Shokuhou in horror.

Kamiya Kaori took the initiative to step forward and talk to the uncle knight, and walked towards the knights to meet the convoy.

Fengfeng took the initiative to tell the Puritan welcoming staff that he would not go to St. George's Cathedral. The Royal Party welcoming staff walked towards Fengfeng with surprise on their faces, enthusiastically praising his wisdom and bravery.

Feng Feng leaned lightly on the soft seat, his eyes passing through the half-open window, sweeping across the neatly-lined welcoming team in gorgeous uniforms.

They all had the same respectful smile on their faces, but their eyes were flashing with different lights, as if they were a group of wolves waiting to hunt.

Shokuhou lazily leaned on the other side, a playful smile on her lips: "They are all the same, just some guys who want to take advantage of your new position to gain some benefits for themselves."

After saying this, she gently shook the champagne glass in her hand, and the golden liquid reflected an alluring luster under the light.

Feng Feng frowned slightly, turned to Shokuhou, and asked in a low voice: "So what methods will they use?"

Before he finished speaking, a clear and pleasant ringtone suddenly rang out. It was Misaka Mikoto's call that penetrated into the slightly depressing atmosphere.

Feng Feng quickly picked up the phone, while Shokuhou shrugged and raised a playful smile:

"I guess, there are three princesses among these guys. Maybe marrying you and enthroning you as a prince is the most direct and 'clever' way for them to do this."

After she finished speaking, she gently raised her glass. The bubbles in the champagne looked like dancing elves under the light, reflecting the cunning that flashed across her eyes.

Feng Feng glared at Shokuhou, his face slightly unhappy, but then he focused on the phone screen again, patiently comforting Misaka Mikoto on the other end of the phone, his words full of tenderness and firmness. After hanging up the phone, the atmosphere in the car was slightly solemn.

Seeing this, Shokuhou shrugged lightly, with a serious smile on her face:

"Don't disbelieve me. I am at least 70% sure that at least two princesses in this group have secretly arranged for you to be crowned as a prince through marriage, and used it as the most direct bargaining chip in their hands to exchange interests."

"Look at the looks in those ladies' eyes, it's like they are sizing up a precious treasure that is about to be acquired."

As she spoke, she glanced outside the window and saw that among the neatly arranged welcoming team, several women in gorgeous long dresses were casting meaningful glances over here.

Feng Feng was silent for a moment, then he turned his gaze from the window to Shokuhou's cynical yet serious face, and spoke slowly:

"What's the current status of the "Sword of the Mountain", the Necessary Evil Church collection I'm looking for?"

Shokuho's expression suddenly became serious. She gently put down the champagne glass, and the liquid in the glass created delicate ripples.

"Don't be anxious. You need to come up with a plan for the marriage and enthronement of these two princesses."

"Imagine standing in the palace banquet hall, under the bright lights, with two princesses on your left and right, smiling but with eyes as sharp as swords, trying to bind you with marriage."

"You must first gain a firm foothold in this game of thrones before you have the energy to find your 'necessary evil'."

Feng Feng slapped the armrest, the impatience on his face could no longer be concealed:

"That's enough! I'm looking for the 'Sword of the Mountain'. I'm not here to discuss marriage with you! Tell me where it is!"

Shokuho's eyes instantly turned cold. She slowly stood up, walked in front of Feng Feng, and looked directly into his eyes:

"If you don't tell me the purpose of looking for this sword, I would rather let it disappear from your sight forever. Do you think that I will work hard for you just because of your words?"

"Or do you want me to fulfill my promise, "My Lord?!"

Chapter 893: Valley of the Mountain

Sunday, December 11

Feng Feng once again took a plane to southern England.

In Academy City, Shirai repeatedly warns Misaka Mikoto that the three princesses of England may have dirty thoughts about Feng Feng.

Student union presidents, principals and others from other schools began to persuade Fengfeng. Most of them hoped that Fengfeng would marry the princess so that they could gain access to the British market and benefits.

At the Heart Realm Morning Light Second Research Center, Accelerator and Morning Light Yui were staring at Academy City on the surveillance screen.

Index, who was protecting Kamijou on the surveillance screen and eating, drinking and sleeping every day, began to prepare for the trip to England.

The air in the airplane compartment seemed to freeze, and the confrontation between the two was like an invisible storm.

Feng Feng clenched his fists and veins bulged on his forehead, but Shokuhou did not give in. There was a firm light in her eyes, as if saying: If you don't tell me, I will never give in.

As the plane slowly descended, the rolling sea of ​​clouds outside the window was gradually replaced by the well-planned British countryside.

Feng Feng took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil. He explained in a low and serious voice:

"The Sword of the Mountain is not only an ancient religious relic, but also contains the secrets leading to utopia. The legends there may be able to guide me to find that ideal world without disputes."

Shokuhou Misaki stared at Feng Feng, her eyes showing both confusion and curiosity, but she still insisted: "How do I use it specifically? Don't tell me you still don't know much about it."

Before he could finish his words, the moment the plane's tires touched the runway, the roar covered everything and temporarily brought the two people's thoughts into the hustle and bustle of reality.

The moment Feng Feng stepped out of the cabin, a cold wind blew towards him, lifting the hem of his black windbreaker, like an unruly undercurrent dancing freely in the early morning of England.

He ignored the anxious calls of the airport staff behind him, and walked with firm and quick steps, as if every step was following an invisible melody.

In the distance, the mountain valley shrouded in morning mist was faintly visible, and the ancient and mysterious atmosphere attracted him.

Feng Feng's figure stretched out on the empty tarmac, gradually separating from the noisy world behind him, and moving resolutely forward towards the unknown and tempting valley, leaving behind only a series of determined and lonely footprints.

Shokuho chased Feng Feng for a while, then stomped her feet and asked the people who were picking him up at the airport to prepare the car!

Feng Feng was walking quickly forward when his way was suddenly blocked by a tall figure.

At the mouth of the valley, in the dim morning light, a woman in silver armor and holding a sword appeared, looking heroic, like a warrior leaping out of an ancient legend.

The tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, emitting a faint cold light, which matched her resolute eyes. Her hair fluttered in the wind, and a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, adding a bit of unruly and heroic spirit.

"The First Princess of England has met the Saint!"

Feng Feng stopped and looked into her eyes. There seemed to be a flash of lightning in the air, and everything around them seemed to be silent.

The woman's lips curled up into a faint smile, her voice clear but with a force that could not be ignored: "If you want to enter the Valley of the Mountain, you must get past me first."

Feng Feng frowned, his eyes were like torches: "I am here only for the Sword of the Mountain, nothing else. Once I succeed, I will return to Academy City immediately and will not stay any longer."