Chapter 118 Be My God-Chosen Champion

"Hope, love, hate, these are all other names for desire. Because mortals value them most, we lead them to the road to paradise lost."

The earth trembled with disgust, the sky was swollen and dark blue, and the air was torn by terrifying screams and chaotic ecstasy.

But this was just the aftermath of the arrival of such a great existence. Jianshan Xianmei was shocked by this terrible power and couldn't breathe. At the same time, he had a splitting headache.

At first, the laughter in his ears sounded like a girl, but later, the laughter became more and more crazy and terrifying, and his brain was almost blown up by the sudden sharp laughter.

After experiencing countless spinning like a washing machine, Jianshan Xianmei fell into endless darkness and fell into a coma.

When he woke up from coma again, Kenmei Isayama found himself lying on a very soft carpet. The extremely gentle touch and the tight fit made him feel like "I don't want to get up from this even if I die."

This spacious room is ridiculously large, and it is a fusion of unimaginable luxury and classical art atmosphere. It is decorated with various ingenious and unique figure sculptures and vintage paintings that are obviously from famous masters.

Exquisite carpets with various patterns are spread all over the corridors and rooms. There is also a pleasant fragrance in the air, which can relax people.

But Kenmei Isayama still struggled to get up. He was extremely insecure and would not forget the scene of almost "dying young" just now.

So he called the [Warhammer Simulator] as soon as possible, but what surprised Kenmei Isayama was that there was an overwhelming alarm before, but now there was no trace, not a single one, as if it was just a nightmare of fear just now.

No matter how Kenmei Isayama refreshes the Warhammer Simulator, he cannot see the warning notification.

Kenmei Isayama clearly remembers the last bloody words:

[Warning! Please stop the simulation immediately. ]

"What the hell is going on here?"

After experiencing something he has never experienced before, Kenmei Isayama is confused and has many questions. Where is he now?

Why is he in this extremely luxurious room?

But there is one thing Kenmei Isayama can confirm, that is, this place is temporarily safe before other dangers appear.

Before Kenmei Isayama can breathe a sigh of relief, a second voice that does not belong to him appears in the room, which suddenly raises his vigilance and makes his heart tremble.

"Huh? You finally woke up?"

This voice is full of charm but full of disharmony, a bit like the voice of a holy saint of the state religion and a filthy chaos demon. Obviously, the two cannot have the slightest connection, but they appear at the same time. This strange voice is so turbid that it makes Kenmei Isayama feel cold all over.

And it was at this time that Kenmei Isayama suddenly felt an extremely strong and terrifying throbbing feeling of being watched by a being higher than the soul.

He looked up suddenly and saw a woman sitting at a simple white round table. Above her was a chandelier composed of six giant branch-shaped crystals that were too big to be true. The light flashed on her under the shining of the gems, which was very gorgeous.

If you only look at her appearance, she is definitely a woman who will be envied and hated by all the women in the world, because her existence will make their beauty pale.

In a word, she is the darling of God. Any beautiful thing can be reflected in her, and it can even be said that the word "beauty" is the most essential and figurative expression of her.

This woman has a graceful figure, and she can exude a fatal temptation just by sitting and raising her hands and feet.

Her eyes are gentle and deep in a pair of pink pupils. Against the backdrop of her delicate face, her tender eyes look extremely moist.

Although her manners are elegant, the most important thing is that her artistic and elegant temperament is full of nobility, which makes people crazy and unable to stop.

This woman with long purple hair like a waterfall is wearing a black off-shoulder silk dress. A pair of ruby ​​earrings on her ears are gently swinging. Her skin, which is as white as milk and as flawless as velvet, forms a sharp contrast with the pure black dress. The huge ravine in front of her body is deeper than the Milky Way.

The fabric of the woman's skirt is very thin, and you can faintly see two slender long legs hidden under it.

Such thin clothes can hardly hide her charming figure. The slightly tight clothes show her curves perfectly, which makes her even more irresistible.

If you just look at the appearance, then this woman is definitely the best. But Isayama Kenmei showed an expression of seeing a ghost, because in his eyes, she is not a beautiful and charming beauty, but a terrifying demon.

The rank was extremely high. Jianshan Xianmei even saw the subspace twisted into an indescribable ghost thing beside her. Next to the soft black gauze, there were many subspace demons exuding a terrifying aura on both sides. You can even see terrifying resentful souls and demons singing and dancing around her.

This scene really blended holiness and depravity together. Jianshan Xianmei's heart was already in his throat.

In Makanos Elfman's career in the Inquisition, he had never seen such a terrifying existence. It was beyond the common sense of the world.

This noble woman sitting on the chair gave people the illusion of being charming. She coughed, and the turbid voice immediately became pleasant and pleasant.

Said in a magnetic voice

"Sorry, because I haven't spoken in human language for a long time."

But when she saw Isayama Nomei's guarded look, she suddenly burst out laughing.

"Don't be so formal, little one, come here and sit in front of me."

This woman said in an angry tone

"My body is obviously made according to your preferences, why are you so guarded?"

She held up her hands, gathered them together, and then released them. The elasticity of this gathering and releasing movement was really about the same as jelly.

Oh, if it weren’t for the fact that the situation is stronger than the person

Isayama Nomei will definitely deny it three times in a row

"I'm not, you're talking nonsense, I didn't."

"And you should understand that if I want to do something to you, do you think you have room to resist?"

Being stared at by those pink pupils, Isayama Nomei's pressure doubled.

He had no choice but to silently walk to the woman and sit on the empty chair opposite her.

The floor was covered with a carpet made of the fur of an unknown creature, shiny silver tableware, candles and gorgeous flowers were neatly arranged on the dining table.

"I fell in love with you at first sight. You feel like your own child."

Looking at Isayama Nomei who was so close, the bad woman smiled charmingly and said

"Be my Chaos Champion, and I will agree to your terms no matter what."

Her tone was a little sad

"Although you are very weak now, you are so weak that I can only see you with a projection that is weakened tens of thousands of times."

"But I will let my most powerful warriors teach you the martial arts."

"Yes, he is the son of the Emperor of your Human Empire."