"But why did it get blasted so far?"
Aslan squinted, watching the dragon—the embodiment of Marquis Voban—hurled far away by his light cannon, unintentionally.
There was a strange anime-like humor to it, like a gray wolf being flung away while shouting, "I'll definitely be back!"
In a way, saying that didn't seem wrong.
Marquis Voban's other title was the Wolf King.
With a Godslayer's physique and Divine Authority, Voban wouldn't die so easily.
The force Aslan had just unleashed would, at worst, leave him severely injured and near death.
If Aslan remembered correctly, Voban still had one Divine Authority that could allow him to be reborn once.
So, there was no need to worry about accidentally killing Voban.
Lilliana had just stepped out of the car, intending to head toward the residential area, when she saw the dark clouds in the sky dissipate and the light cannon piercing through them.
"Eh?"
Lilliana stopped, holding back Erica, who was preparing to evacuate the residents.
At that moment, Erica, who was about to leap into action, paused and said in surprise, "Lilli, what's wrong?"
"Erica, look!"
Lilliana pointed at the dark clouds slowly vanishing in the sky, her tone shocked.
"Hmm?"
Erica froze, seeing Aslan standing bathed in the light that pierced the dark clouds, waving at her.
"Come back, it's over."
The corner of Erica's mouth twitched as she looked at the car that had only driven a few meters.
"We only took a few steps, right?"
The battle was already over? Marquis Voban had caused such a huge commotion.
She had thought Sardinia wouldn't survive and would sink.
And this was it?
Either she had overestimated Voban's strength, or she had underestimated Aslan's.
Or was King of the End really this powerful compared to God Slayer?
Lilliana couldn't help but wonder if the era of God Slayer was finally coming to an end.
As if sensing Lilliana and Erica's confusion, Aslan flashed a slight mocking gesture from Korea.
"I'm just a little stronger than Voban."
You call this a little?
Erica and Lilliana's expressions twisted slightly. If they remembered correctly, Marquis Voban had slain eleven Heretic Gods.
In terms of the number of Divine Authorities, mastery of Divine Authorities, and combat experience, Marquis Voban was the strongest, aside from the Martial King of the East.
Even the Martial King was, at best, evenly matched or slightly superior to Voban.
But battles between God Slayer wouldn't end without hours of fighting.
How long had passed now? Marquis Voban was already defeated.
Had they been gone for a minute?
That included the time Aslan gave them to retreat.
Still, this could be considered a good thing.
Lilliana and Erica exchanged glances and nodded.
As for the panic and chaos caused, someone else would handle it.
"Back?" Lilliana asked.
"Back!" Erica nodded.
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On a private jet from South America to Europe.
A blond young man wearing a T-shirt, cargo pants, and sunglasses perched on his head sat in a chair, eating steak with a knife and fork.
Of course, it wasn't a refined way of eating but a wild one, stabbing the steak with his knife and devouring it in one go.
Luckily, the chef had cut the steak into small pieces. Otherwise, the young man's mouth might not have withstood such treatment.
Salvatore Doni.
The Great Leader of Southern Europe's magical world, a genius who knew nothing but the sword.
Currently, he was on a transfer flight provided free by a South American airline, heading back to Europe.
With the attitude of sending off a plague god.
After eating three pieces of steak in a row, Doni finally felt a bit full and said to his friend with a grin, his mouth still smeared with sauce.
"Hey, Andre, you're not eating? This thing called wagyu is delicious!"
"No, I'm good."
Andre Rivera, dressed in a black butler uniform, titled the "King's Butler" and also the close friend of the idiot in front of him, spoke with a reluctant expression.
"What's wrong? You're suddenly in a bad mood today."
Doni mumbled while eating a freshly served steak.
"Didn't I say it's fine? Didn't I already slaughter that Beast God in South America?"
Andre said with deep resignation. "You told me on the plane that you were going to the Middle East."
"Didn't I already go to the Middle East? I even sliced a mountain there and left my signature. Isn't that pretty cool?" Doni said casually, tossing his knife and fork aside and patting his stomach.
"Full, full. Got enough energy to fight again!"
He burped after saying this, then looked at Andre and said, "There's a god in Sardinia, right? My subordinates sent me that news."
Andre took a deep breath.
"There isn't!"
"Don't get mad!"
Doni burst into laughter.
"It's just destroying a few cities in South America, no big deal. Look, didn't those countries already send apology letters, forgiving me?"
Hearing this, the corner of Andre's mouth twitched uncontrollably.
(Forgive you? They're clearly terrified you'd slaughter them all!)
Doni's words made him want to strangle him!
At that moment, Doni scratched his ear and said, "This plane's heading to Sardinia, right?"
"No way, it's not going to Sardinia!"
Andre rolled his eyes.
"Hmm? But didn't you say there's a god? Why aren't you letting me go?"
Doni couldn't help but question. If Andre weren't his best friend, just stopping him from slaying a god would be enough for a death sentence.
"Or is something happening there?"
At this, Doni's interest grew. What couldn't a Godslayer do in this world?
Andre paused, rubbing his temples in frustration.
He didn't know how to tell this big idiot, this sword-crazed Doni, not to go to Sardinia!
After a long pause, he sighed.
"Your subordinates sent word that Marquis Voban ran into trouble in Sardinia."
"Just before this, Voban was taken back to the Balkans by his knights to recover, and he hasn't woken up yet."
"Eh? Who beat up the Marquis like that? Was it a god?"
Doni's face lit up with curiosity and excitement.
"You lunatic, I don't want to lose you as a friend!"
Andre grabbed a newspaper nearby and smacked Doni's head.
"Are you that eager to die?"
"What's the big deal?"
Unfazed by the light hit, Doni grinned and said, "You!"
Andre was so angry his nose practically crooked. He took a deep breath and snorted coldly.
"Fine, looks like you can't avoid it this time. Seems you really can't escape!"
"Huh? What's going on?"
Doni looked confused.
At that moment, Andre pulled out his phone, opened an email, and tossed it to Doni.
"See for yourself. It's info about King of the End, and he seems to want to meet you too."
"Oh? King of the End, what a coincidence? He wants to fight too?"
"Coincidence?"
Andre was furious at the word.
"Do you know what this news means? It's a Hongmen Banquet (a trap), you know?"
"How did Voban get so badly injured? Can't you guess?"
"He clearly set up a massive trap in Sardinia, waiting for you to walk into it. Maybe the god in Sardinia was just a tool he used to lure you!"
Doni scratched his head, puzzled.
"What's a Hongmen Banquet? Is he inviting me to dinner?"
Andre lost his patience at this, taking a deep breath and saying with resignation, "It means King of the End and some gods are planning to ambush you together! And Voban got badly injured because he was ambushed!"
"Oh, I see. So there are a few gods too?"
Doni said, slightly surprised but excited.
"Sounds like it'll be a fierce fight."
"Hey, are you even listening to me?"
Andre was fuming now. He hadn't expected that even knowing the deadly danger ahead, Doni would still charge in.
At that moment, Doni grabbed his tennis backpack, pulled out a knight's sword, and calmly wiped the blade.
"Andre, do you know who King of the End's god is?"
"It seems to be King Arthur. His Divine Authority and abilities are unknown. The only thing known is that his sword can unleash an attack beyond imagination." Andre said with slight worry.
"Before, with just that sword, Marquis Voban was struck near death in one blow."
"Holy Sword? I want to see which is stronger, the Holy Sword or the Demon Sword."
Doni narrowed his eyes, his fighting spirit igniting.
The stronger the enemy, the more excited he got, and the more his fighting spirit boiled.
"King Arthur. Which way's Sardinia?"
Andre casually pointed toward Sardinia, though the plane wasn't heading there.
*SWOOSH!*
Two flashes of sword light cut through.
Andre froze for a moment, then his expression turned to panic.
"Doni, don't slash! There's a cabin door here!"
"And we're in the sky, in the sky! If you cut the plane, what are we supposed to do?"
At that moment, Doni had already sliced a gap, leapt out, and laughed heartily.
"Aren't there parachutes on the plane?"
"Damn it! Get back here!"
Andre reinforced his body with magic, rushed out, but failed to catch Doni. He could only watch him jump.
"Doni, you're in for it! This isn't over!"
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On a private beach in Sardinia.
Aslan, wearing shorts, lay on the beach. Beside him were two beautiful girls, Lilliana and Erica, attending to him.
He opened his mouth slightly, and Erica fed him peeled grapes.
Meanwhile, Lilliana sat on his back, applying sunscreen.
"Tch, tch, this is what you call enjoying life. What kind of life was I living before?"
Aslan lay there, admiring Erica's fair legs and commenting.
As expected of a place "tamed" by Marquis Voban. They were exceptional at serving others.
Even when he was the Fourth Primogenitor in the Strike the Blood world, Aslan had never enjoyed treatment like this.
The organizations in Strike the Blood were one trouble after another, unlike the small, sensible, and reliable organizations in the Campione! world.
Suddenly, Aslan raised an eyebrow. He sensed the person he'd been waiting for had arrived.
At that moment, far out at sea, white waves surged high.
A shark? No, just a human swimming incredibly fast.
It was a blond young man wearing sunglasses and a T-shirt.