Chapter 772

Today is the wedding celebration live broadcast of Natsuyo Mizuki (Lalako's voice actress).

The golden-haired guy's eye sockets were cracked, and he shed blood and tears.

At least before dying, at the last moment of life, witness the idol's happiness, and execute that bastard who dared to reach out to Lady Lalako!

At least wait twenty years, no, forty years before getting married, Lady Lalako!

"You guys say, this kind of 100% pure dead-house, can actually break through to A+, is it reasonable?"

Iori Kitahara aimed the camera at Kouhei Imamura, who was struggling and wriggling like a caterpillar, his tiger eyes filled with tears.

Live broadcast room.

Many people were stunned instead.

"Uh..., suddenly feel it's reasonable?"

"Damn, this purity..., as a dead-house, I suddenly feel ashamed, don't idols change every three months?"

"Indeed reasonable, the core of the magecraft system is heart and emotion, in a sense this is also a kind of extreme emotion? (Hesitation)"

"Suddenly feel the streamer is such a scumbag~, didn't you say last time he was your best brother?"

"Jealous men are too ugly."

"Scatter, scatter."

Facing the questioning in the live broadcast room.

Iori Kitahara, while drawing a scarlet array that looked very Cthulhu-like, slowly raised his head and said gloomily: "He receives at least three love letters every day..."

Everyone in the live broadcast room: "?"

Iori Kitahara: "Once he enters school, dense crowds of girls surround him for several circles."

Live broadcast room: "??!!"

"But he always says coldly and arrogantly: 'He has no interest in three-dimensional women.'"

Silence.

Then the atmosphere in the live broadcast room changed suddenly, raging flames burned, and in front of each screen, a group of scumbags didn't know when they put on the cult costumes of the FFF group.

Jealousy made them unrecognizable.

"Woo woo... woo woo woo woo... woo... (You scumbag, do you really want me to die?)"

The caterpillar (Kouhei) struggled violently, wriggling violently towards the door in horror.

"Hehe... he also opens a harem,"

Iori Kitahara added gloomily.

He was telling the truth.

Although it is a two-dimensional harem.

Boom.

Raging killing intent seemed to turn into a demon, forming hideous claws through the screen and devouring the caterpillar on the ground.

"Yoshi, then let's use the fire type!"

"This way it can still be detected, I think the corpse can just be put in a gasoline drum, filled with cement, and thrown into Dongjingwan."

"Dongjingwan seat, right? Haven't you heard, when the corpse rots, it will burst the cement and float up."

"Report the address, I have professional skills."

"??, Damn, may I ask what the brother's profession is...?"

Iori Kitahara nodded with satisfaction.

It seems his one billion yen plan has seen the dawn.

No way.

It's not a few years ago, when any D-rank mage was held up to the sky.

In this era of universal mages, he is afraid of ghosts (evil spirits), doesn't want to play with his life on the front line, and still wants to pay off his father's debts, which is still somewhat difficult.

So.......

Iori Kitahara looked at his best brother mercilessly.

It's up to you, Kouhei.

At the last moment, I will replace your sacrifice position with pork.

Yes.

This is just a script he and the live broadcast room audience tacitly agreed on.

Who cares about truth or falsehood these days, as long as there is fun.

"Alright, let's say hello to Brother Shu first, and then sacrifice my brother to the heavens."

He turned and bowed to the altar built by several tables put together.

The table was covered with books, and on top was a relief shrine carved from yellow pear wood.

He spent money on this, directly emptying his small treasury.

The workmanship is quite exquisite, it can be seen that it is very exquisite manual carving, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as lifelike.

It is a very heroic and handsome young man, almost enchanting, looking lazy and leisurely, with a kind of calmness and freedom of being the only one in the world.

In the world today, from the golden Gilgamesh, the Conqueror King Iskandar, the peerless warrior Diarmuid, the Child of Light Cu Chulainn, etc., existence named Heroic Spirits, to various magical beasts, and even the gods who flashed by in the Sky-Curtain of the Fifth War, all have people worshiping them.

Various posters, dolls, figures, and even statues, from ordinary versions of thousands of yen to magecraft versions of hundreds of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands or millions, are all available.

This has transcended the so-called trend and has become a culture integrated into every aspect of people's lives.

Among them, the hottest and most expensive is naturally the peripheral of that protector of the world.

After all, this person is within reach, and if you are lucky, you might have even brushed shoulders with him, you just didn't know it.

And it is indeed unimaginably great, invincible against the old days, and a servant body formed by a single thought can challenge Gilgamesh, and even suppress him.

In front of Him, what geniuses, what state machines are all nonsense.

But precisely because this person is too strong and too high, he doesn't think he will have any intersection with such an incredible existence.

Nor does he think it is correct to pin hope on others, even such a great existence.

In the end, it was his father who was greedy and wanted to reach the sky in one step.

He believed other people's nonsense, even mortgaged the hot spring hotel, and ran to open treasure chests.

Do you really think that the blood spilled by those killed evil gods would be put in a treasure chest for you to draw?

But in the end, it was to make his own son's magecraft path go smoother and his future prospects brighter.

Remembering his sister Shiori's words, Iori Kitahara gritted his teeth and decided... to sacrifice his best brother.

These days, everyone is a streamer, and everyone can be a popular person.

To stand out, you must have your own unique side.

And you must have explosive points and traffic.

And what he chose was these scumbags around him, which is absolutely fresh enough to make people click their tongues.

Well, originally he chose the incredible drinking capacity of his seniors, but because the seniors would fly black holes all over the screen when they drank too much, and were banned many times for involving pornography, he chose this.

But I have to say, the effect is indeed good.

His fans (self-proclaimed) soared to 380,000, and today's live broadcast sacrifice to that person, or best friend sacrifice, the number of people in the live broadcast room is still soaring.

The tips directly exceeded 30 times, an unimaginable number.

"Hurry up, tip 10,000 yen first, I'm not short of money."

"Not short of money and only 10,000? To be reasonable, who doesn't tip hundreds of thousands or even millions at the female streamer's place? I'll come with ten 10,000 tips first."

"Damn, looking down on me, right? Ten times is ten times."

After the last stroke was drawn, in the uneasy red brilliance of the magecraft array, today's tips had accumulated to more than 2 million yen.

(100,000 RMB)

Iori Kitahara can at least get 600,000 in net income, but he can't be happy at all.

Instead, there was some horror in his eyes.

Damn, why does it feel different from the situation he practiced secretly in private?

"Woo woo woo... woo... woo woo woo... (Damn, Kitahara, you scumbag, you don't really want to do it, right?)"

Kouhei Imamura, who was never told it was a script, wriggled frantically.

He can't die yet.

At least... at least before letting me see off Lady Lalako, I can't die yet!!

Zzzzz————!

In the crackling sound of the pale blue arc, the array that suppressed his magic power was even pushed away by a trace, as if he had turned into a land war god, as fierce as a ghost god.