Chapter 250

Looking at the pale silver knight, the jealousy in their eyes almost turned into substance.

They couldn't speak anymore, their breathing was as rapid as beating drums; if the boy had a negative emotion system.

It would probably be able to take off on the spot right now...

Under the gaze of the live stream audience, which had expanded to over forty million people, the knight who had killed the evil beast with one sword knelt on one knee, offering his heart to the distance.

Kneeling on one knee almost devoutly, he kowtowed deeply.

"Thank you, my King... Knight of Compassion, I swear to follow your glory to the death."

The tone was so serious that even they could clearly feel the determination that shocked them.

It was a resolve that seemed inscribed on his soul, one that couldn't be shaken even by a thousand calamities.

Finally.

The knight, after that devout praise, stood up and looked toward this Reverse Reverse Side.

At that moment.

The girl was somewhat at a loss.

Facing this old classmate whose heart and soul had completely transformed at this moment, she found that she had lost the ability to organize her language.

From today on.

From this moment on.

This old classmate's identity, class, status... were already completely different.

Even without these powers, just the recognition from that Saint on the other shore was enough to make him one of the noblest people on this planet.

At this moment.

A huge gap in status had already been drawn between them.

"Your father didn't lie to me."

Amidst the clanging sound of steel colliding, the knight picked up the monster's broadsword.

The giant sword, filled with calamitous spirituality, was quickly purified and melted in his hand, finally forming a cross longsword with a bit of spirituality.

"Just as you saw, that stone is indeed an extraordinary treasure."

Carrying the newly forged longsword, he walked toward the outside of the alley.

"But saving your life once, let's call it even."

Being too close to him now was not a good thing.

With one step, he was already like a Heroic Spirit, spirit-forming and dissipating into the night.

"Thank you..."

The girl's faint voice echoed in the air.

Mouri Detective Agency's small building.

"This is too heartless, being in such a hurry to draw a line..."

Ran didn't know when she had come over, hands on her hips, angry.

Conan rolled his eyes.

That really is a girl's way of thinking.

"He is protecting this girl."

Mouri-ojisan was rarely serious, sighing as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it.

*Hoo~~*

Exhaling a puff of smoke, he said with a trace of jealousy: "Having obtained that person's recognition and inheriting ancient heroic power, the jealous, malicious, and greedy gazes of Japan, no, the whole world, are focused on him."

"No one dares to touch the person recognized by that person, but what about head-on? What about indirect?"

"Getting or destroying a person never necessarily requires power."

"Manipulating various seemingly coincidental events to corrode or destroy his heart, and then obtaining his power becomes possible."

After saying this.

Ran was somewhat confused.

But Conan looked at Mouri Kogoro in surprise.

So... Uncle actually discovered my identity a long time ago?

The next moment.

Mouri Kogoro's expression changed, and he opened his mouth lecherously, laughing exaggeratedly, his tongue even sticking out.

"Hahaha, but speaking of which, this little girl's figure is really good, I wonder if she has any older cousins or younger..."

*Thwack.

"At a time like this, don't be so lecherous, Dad."

Ran looked at him with black lines on her face, hitting him on the head, looking at him with squinted eyes.

"That's exactly why Mom doesn't want to remarry you."

In fact, the entire event was very short. But in this short time, it caused a huge impact on the hearts of the audience, which had soared to tens of millions.

After a long time.

They gradually calmed down from the fanatical jealousy and envy that was almost out of control.

They were shivering, excited, frantically looking for friends and colleagues, asking people to come see God.

The short videos and social media posts sent out revealed crazy figures, a dance of demons.

"Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, Mommy, come out and see, God has manifested!!!"

"Arada, Arada, get up, the Holy King has manifested."

"Hahahaha, I said it, I said it, even if he is on the other shore, is there any insurmountable distance for that person?!!!"

Each one seemed as if they couldn't express their emotions without adding seven or eight exclamation marks.

Under the fanatical efforts of tens of millions of people, it spread to every corner of the world before midnight.

The whole world exploded.

Countless people were panting, their eyes red, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, suddenly getting up to pound the table.

Damn it.

Why wasn't it me?

Wuwuwu, I also want to become the Holy King's knight.

Yeah.

Countless people were completely sleepless this time.

"Shit!"

"Shit!"

"Shit!"

3: 0 AM.

Federation East Asia Secret Military Base.

A clean, solemn base conference room three hundred meters underground.

Even the military bigwigs sitting there had red eyes; they hadn't left since they heard the news for the first time.

The bigwigs, who usually paid the most attention to their appearance, had all become red-eyed patients, full of "shit, shit..."

156. What? Someone is summoning the Old Ones!!!

Damn it.

Compared to the Holy King's favor, their bit of power is worth nothing.

Let alone giving them a presidency, even if they were given the Earth's leadership, don't even think about talking.

It would have been fine before, but now it's clearly slapping them in the face, telling them—

Even if he is on the other shore, the Holy King is still the Holy King.

"Let's not talk about this freshly baked Knight of Glory for now..."

In the solidified, low atmosphere.

The old general opened a pair of bloodshot eyes and crushed the cigarette butt into the overflowing ashtray.