This was an Authority usurped from the triune wind god of the Eastern Continent (Korean mythology: Pungbaek, Usa, Unsa). Their entire aspect was to call forth storms, to manipulate the power of wind, rain, and lightning. As the user's emotions soared, the might of the Authority also rapidly swelled and increased.
But this sky full of wind, snow, and lightning was blocked by the Saint and the God King with a similar Authority.
But the newcomer paid it no mind, because this was just him saying hello. The old man's gaze swept past the magnificent giant god beside him and settled on the winged Saint in the sky.
"Marquis Voban," Seiya said, speaking his name.
A god-slaying beast, just like Seiya. But compared to Seiya's status as the youngest, he happened to be the eldest. The King of Magicians of the Northern European magical world, the origin of the term "Demon King," the old wolf king, Sasha Dejanstahl Voban.
Although for the knights and magicians of Europe, he was an out-and-out Demon King, his dark rule having lasted for three hundred years to this day, turning all knights who defied him into a wolf pack completely loyal to him. But for the Godslayers who came after, he had a positive significance.
It was precisely because of his existence that the world realized just what a terrifying existence a Godslayer was—a natural disaster that the entire world could not contend with.
A Campione—a Godslayer—is a Hegemon.
Because they have slain the gods of heaven and seized the supreme divine power they hold.
A Campione—a Godslayer—is a King.
Because they wield the Authorities they have seized from their god-slaying and use them to dominate the mortals of the earth.
A Campione—a Godslayer—is a Demon King.
Because among the mortals who live in the world, there are none who possess the power to contend with them!
[Excerpt from a letter written by Cardinal Anthony Teves to the Papal See in the early twentieth century.]
The status of Godslayers in the past, though equally revered, was more akin to being treated as a King of Magicians. But because of Marquis Voban's actions, it led to later Godslayers possessing a supreme and unparalleled status.
Of course, in the eyes of many magicians who gritted their teeth in hatred, this was nothing more than a dark rule maintained by tyranny, not the act of a proper king. In their hearts, they prayed or plotted in the dark for this aged wolf king to die at the hands of a nemesis.
"Junior of the Far East, this old one has heard of you from that boy, Doni."
Voban's attitude and tone were very calm, but this was the complete opposite of his personality. In fact, the things he did were very selfish and filled with malicious intent.
"This old one has a few special privileges. The most important is the right to choose the prey I wish to hunt. This old one has no hobby of hunting mice. The only things worthy of my hunt are the strong. The problem is often that gods suitable to become my prey are far too rare. At that time, this old one thought of using this method to solve it. A secret rite to call forth a Heretic God... If that rite had succeeded, this old one should have been able to enjoy a brief pleasure—but my prey was intercepted by your prey."
He smiled.
The Demon King who had slaughtered many gods, his lips revealed a ferocious, twisted smile. A terrifying power spread out from his tall, thin body. His sharp, emerald-green eyes shone like a tiger's pupils.
"Then I shall make you, along with the God King himself, the object of my amusement. You should have no objection to that, right?"
For a Demon King as wanton and reckless as Marquis Voban to appear anywhere was reasonable, but for him to appear here was the only thing that was unreasonable.
For a very small number of people, only the inheritors of the top-tier magical societies knew this secret: that god-slaying must be a fair battle. One must satisfy the mother of Godslayers, Pandora, and obtain a victory sufficient for her to welcome one as her adopted son. Otherwise, it is impossible to obtain an Authority.
For two Godslayers to gang up on one Heretic God was absolutely not allowed. That would only result in neither of them being able to obtain an Authority.
But soon, Erica was the first to notice the loophole.
Although she couldn't hear the conversation between the Demon Kings and the god, from Marquis Voban's actions, it wasn't hard to see that he was including both the Saint, Seiya, and the God King Melqart in his attack range.
"I see. If he is to defeat both sides, or defeat the God King Melqart while fighting both, that would also be a qualified god-slaying battle!"
Was he going to challenge both the compatriot God-slaying Pegasus and the God King Melqart with his own strength alone? At this moment, the other spectating magicians also realized Marquis Voban's intention.
The magicians who had just experienced the wind, clouds, and lightning suddenly looked up at the sky again. The blinding firelight illuminated the scenery in the sky. A streak of silver light cut across the sky. Wherever it passed, a red light would rise. In just a few breaths, the sky for tens of thousands of meters was filled with a vast rain of fire, falling towards the ground below!
Authority—The Condemner of Karmic Fire, released!
Authority—The Eye of Sodom, released!
The divine power of the ancient Eastern fire god Zhurong and the divine punishment of the ancient Roman war god Horatius combined. Blinding pillars of fiery meteors descended upon the mortal world with tails of flame. The city-burning inferno completely destroyed this ruin. The towering giant pillars and the high mountain peaks all exploded at this moment, trampling the earth and the mountains.
But this was just the aftershock of the Authority's power, because this meteor purgatory was locked onto the compatriot Pegasus and the nemesis God King. The God King Melqart, with a loud laugh, once again dissipated into countless streaks of lightning into the air. When he reappeared, he was already high above the clouds. He swung the battle-axe in his hand, driving the lightning towards the wolf king. But he was swallowed in one bite by a dark beast that leaped from the ground.
Suddenly, Marquis Voban, as if sensing something, looked up sharply. The light rising from the ground met his—
"The Pegasus Meteor Fist?" Marquis Voban clearly also knew of this combat technique that had recently become famous in the hidden world. He watched as the golden light rising from the ground broke through the clouds and precisely collided with his meteor sea of fire in the sky. The dark clouds were swept away by this firelight, and the meteor shower was disintegrated in the air, turning into a rain of fire.
In this scene that was like the end of days, many residents who didn't know what was happening opened their windows and looked at the red light that illuminated the night sky. Vaguely, they heard a voice coming from the high heavens.
"You speak of privilege and pleasure? Very good. Hunting the strong is a warrior's pleasure. But the target of that hunt is not for you to decide."
The instinct of a beast that had been tempered by the sun instantly made the old wolf king sense an extremely strong sense of crisis, one could even say it was the touch of death. But the moment the voice fell, this sky full of firelight was already enveloped by a sharp golden light.
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